The owner?

When Beta heard this, it was strange, but she asked the waiter to invite in.

The city owner is a young man, although he can't be said to be handsome, but at least he has a beautiful eyebrow. After he came in, he did a humble meeting of nobles, and then said, "I'm glad to see you, the powerful Red God official, His Excellency Beta."

As soon as Beta heard this, she knew that the city owner definitely had his own intelligence network.

"My name is Darren, Darren Bush." ​​The young man smiled kindly, and he nodded to Shirley.

Beta asked him to sit down, and then said, "I am honored that the Lord is here, but this is not my home, so there is no way to entertain you well."

"You're very kind." Darren said with a smile on his face. "This time, I mainly want to see your Excellency. I have always admired your deeds. Like you, you are not afraid of strong enemies and dare to fight with others There are fewer and fewer aristocrats. "

Darren is talking about the situation now facing the nobility. There are countless nobles who are willing to fight on the front line, or are willing to duel with others. They now like to hide behind the scenes and command their subordinates to fight people and kill them.

Therefore, like Beta, who has the name of aristocracy, not only dares to mess with the royal family, but also the nobleman who has a strong combat effectiveness, it is a phoenix. Darren only knows that there are two such people, one is a strong who has been promoted to the legendary level, Greenton, and the other is the red priest in front of him, Beta.

The former is a half-elf, who is more than 300 years old. He has been promoted to the legend. He has at least a few hundred years of life. The royal family is already considering chasing him as the granddaughter of the protection of the country. I also did a lot of big things, and I didn't know it was the talents cultivated by that family.

Beta responded modestly, then said, "I don't know how the city owner knew what happened to me?"

This question sounds very substandard, but those who know the doorway understand the meaning. Darren had a haha ​​to uncover the problem, and then said, "What do you think of the city?"

how is it? Betta felt that the other side's question was strange, and asked, "What's the matter? If it refers to the prosperity of a city, there are few places more prosperous than this city."

"It's just this bustling property, not its true master."

After Darren had said this, he stared at Beta with a burning gaze, watching the expression on the other side.

Beta knows what the other person's words mean, he just pretended not to understand: "You are the owner of the city, who does not belong to you."

Sometimes being confused is also a skill. In just two or three sentences, Beta knew what Darren meant, but he was too lazy to get involved in the battle of these noble forces. It is not a relationship with insufficient interests, but not enough time. He needs to establish his territory first, and then use the power of the goddess of Vol'jin to find a way to gain a seat in the jihad. So he had no way or mind to participate in the actions of other forces.

Time is very urgent for him now.

Darren laughed at seeing Beta ’s attitude and said, “It seems that His Excellency Beta is not as passionate and valiant as rumored.”

"It depends on what is happening and who it is." Beta smiled slightly.

He meant that Darren, your Lord, wasn't worth my hard work.

Darren also heard that he understood this meaning, and although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't show it, and still smiled and said, "It is true that you and I are not related, but I believe there is still justice and justice in this world. Many things are not the only ones that make people act. "

Facing Darren with scorching eyes, Beta did not reply, but made a ‘please leave’ gesture.

He Beta is not a fool, if it is really just and righteous, he would not mind to help after seeing the situation. But what Darren did was nothing more than a fight for power. What fairness was there?

Indeed, from Darren's point of view, he is ‘expensive’ as the owner of the city, but he cannot have even a little decision-making power in the city, which is really hurting.

When Darren saw that Beta was not under pressure, he snorted slightly, and stood up, saying, "We hope that the content of our chat will not be heard by third parties, otherwise ..."

"How else?" Beta smiled slightly, revealing a strong mental strength: "The two masters of ours are here, but I think it's true that the people on your side don't bother us."

Shirley also gave out her mental strength.

Faced with the mental power of the two masters, Darren's face was a bit ugly, but even more uncomfortable was his mood. The rumored Red God official Beta, for friends and women, can fight fearlessly with the great prince. Obviously, he is a brave and unscrupulous powerhouse. Before Darren came, Ben was very confident to persuade the person to stand on his side by stimulating the Fa, but he did not expect that the other party was actually fooled.

What made Darren even more unhappy was that he was ignored, and Beta seemed to have no respect for his city lord.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Darren snorted slightly and turned to leave.

After they left, Shirley asked curiously: "Why not help him, if we can help him regain the title of the city, we should get a lot of benefits."

"On the contrary, we were the first to be liquidated." Beta shook his head and said, "People like him have been suppressed for too long, and the desire for power has penetrated into the bone marrow. The first thing he did after he gained power, surely It is to hold all the power in our hands. If we really help him, then our helpers will be his next target. "

Shirley's eyes widened and felt a little weird. She is a divine creature. Although she has profound knowledge, she doesn't know much about human nature.

At this time, noisy human voices came out of the window. Betan didn't want to bother, but the voice became louder and louder. He and Shirley couldn't help walking to the window and looking down.

I saw a crowd of spectators on the street, but among them were few people.

A gorgeous aristocratic young man, carrying a beautiful-looking woman, was laughing at a strong man beaten by several servants: "Augustin, although you have such a grand name, you are weak. It ’s like a mouse. Even if you hide in Tibet all the time, it ’s no use, I have n’t found it! "

The battered man was speechless and spit blood.

There were people around who couldn't bear it, and others laughed.

"Marilyn has been following you all these years, it's really blind. You can see that her skin has become rough. It's better to follow me. I feed her every day to drink milk and let her jewellery and make her change. It must be as beautiful as before. "This aristocratic young man grabbed the woman's chest in public and rubbed it hard. The woman not only was not ashamed, but she laughed wildly.

Seeing this scene, the man named Augustine spit another blood, and his heart fainted.

The servants who were beating him stopped immediately.

The young aristocrat snorted uncomfortably, and then said, "Why do you stop ... forget it, if I kill him, I will also have some trouble. Although it is not a big problem, it is unhappy, and such despair, I don't feel refreshed until he has experienced it a few times. "

The arrogant language made the surrounding bystanders all silent. The young aristocrat leaned on the woman's thin waist and led his servants away, leaving only an embarrassing silence at the scene.

After Shirley watched, her expression did not fluctuate, and she returned to her place to rest. She looks enthusiastic and friendly on the surface. But in essence, her heart was indifferent. Her enthusiasm and knowledge only bloom to Beta, or people and things related to Beta.

Beta sighed in his heart. Although he couldn't bear it, he saw a lot of things like this in the game. He used to see it once, but over time, he was too lazy to manage it, because he couldn't manage it.

Several good-hearted people lifted the fainted strong man to the side of the road.

Beta saw this and closed the window.

He thought this was over, but in the middle of the night, there was a burst of sobbing downstairs. It was a weird sound that was made when he was desperately trying to endure his own crying.

In the beginning, Beta thought that such a sound would soon stop, but after two hours, the sound did not stop but stopped louder.

Then there was a drizzle in the middle of the night, and the cry of despair and helplessness of the man was like the spirit's sobbing, and it got into the head of the man, there was no way to ignore it.

Some grumpy people got up on the spot and opened the window and shouted downstairs, but no matter how they called, the man was still crying. Cursing and cursing, they were convinced, and simply closed the window and blindfolded their ears as if they had heard nothing.

Beta frowned a bit. The man downstairs had been crying for at least three hours, and she continued to cry like this, not to mention that her throat was broken, and her spirit would collapse.

With a long sigh, he found an umbrella and left the hotel.

The thin night rain hit the umbrella, and Beta soon found the man who was kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the ground, and sandwiching his pockets in his arms, crying in pain.

Two hungry dogs were hovering beside the man ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Green eyes flashed in their eyes, just waiting for the man to lose consciousness and prepare for a full meal.

Beta stunned, sending out two wild dogs.

Then he walked over, dragged the man's collar, pulled him off the ground, and threw him into the puddle on the street as soon as he pushed hard.

The cold water poured into the man's throat. He couldn't help coughing and interrupted his crying. He was about to look up and saw a young man who looked like an aristocracy, and immediately became red, and roared at him.

Just a moment. He was kicked to the ground, and then his entire head was stomped in the rain.

The dim candlelight penetrated the building next to it, barely penetrating the night. In the drizzle, a young aristocrat with red lips and white teeth and full of vitality was holding a white oil-paper umbrella, and his face was full of disdain and mockery. He stared coldly at the strong man stepped on the ground, in a tone of arrogance.

"Just for a woman, crying like a dog by the smelly ditch, is it worth it?"