After all, he is just a public lord. To put it in a nice way, he is the face of Waterdeep City, so that all residents know who to go to when encountering major events.
But to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a target and scapegoat set up in the open, specifically used to attract attacks from various hostile forces in order to ensure the safety of other secret lords and their families and friends.
So when Khelbourne reached an agreement with other lords, he used only a transfer order to force Pirgalen to go back and complete a series of power transfers, and then prepared to promote another new public lord to the position.
As for who this lucky person will be, whether to find another one or choose one from among the current secret lords, a decision can only be made after dealing with him.
Of course, in this political purge, Zuo Si did not only deal with Pierre Gellen, but also none of those on the blacklist could escape.
Through the intermediary force of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth Waukeen, he issued a ban to all chambers of commerce and businessmen with some capital in the entire North, prohibiting them from doing business with the people and families on the blacklist.
This alone has caused all the participants in this matter to become extremely anxious and suffer heavy losses.
Not only that!
Zuo Si also deliberately supported political enemies who opposed them within the towns where they belonged, and suppressed them in all directions without any blind spots.
At the same time, he secretly ordered Ximanmon, who controlled the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim, and the "filial son" Kurremos, to constantly harass and destroy the industries, wealth, and land owned by these people and their families.
For example, today they send some goblins to set fire to your barn or wheat field; tomorrow they steal, kill and eat all the livestock in your ranch under the cover of night, pretending that they were attacked by a small group of monsters and wild beasts;
The day after tomorrow, I will control the Kobolds to invade your mine, and scare away all the miners. The day after tomorrow, I will command a group of orcs and half-orcs to hide on the main roads, and then ambush and rob your caravan.
Occasionally, through magic, curses, etc., they will make you and your family have nightmares and hallucinations every night. Anyway, these are the kind that will not endanger your life, but they can keep your nerves tense and unable to relax, and eventually make you irritable and mentally collapsed.
The above methods are not used together, but step by step. When the target feels desperate, give him a little hope, then extinguish the hope and turn it into deeper despair, and then give him a little hope again...
This cycle repeats several times until it falls completely into the abyss.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, all this is just the other party having bad luck. Although it is pitiful, it has nothing to do with themselves.
But in the eyes of those in the know, this is a blatant and undisguised act of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, warning all those ambitious guys who want to cause trouble in the trade alliance to be careful.
In short, Zuo Si is quite good at manipulating people's mentality.
After all, before he ignited the spark, when he was still an ordinary person, he had studied in depth games like Darkest Dungeon and Souls-like games that can make players "physically and mentally happy", "sunny and cheerful", and "calm".
Understand what it takes to drive a person crazy on a spiritual level.
In the next few days, many people in the coalition found that representatives from many towns were nervous and started their journey back home one after another.
They didn't tell anyone what had happened, but judging by their ugly faces it was definitely not a good thing.
However, since it was only a small part, it did not cause any waves.
On the contrary, the arrival of the envoys from the Kingdom of Cormyr allowed these northern bumpkins to see what true nobility and royal style were.
Whether it was the accompanying band, the gorgeous armor, or the neat and uniform movements, it was obvious that a lot of time had been spent on rigorous training.
It is almost unimaginable to support so many full-time ceremonial guards in the north where the population is relatively sparse and the living environment is more harsh.
This also indirectly proves the stability, prosperity and wealth of the Kingdom of Cormyr.
Only the people of Amn and the Calishans showed disdain.
After all, the former is the richest country in the entire continent of Faerun. When it comes to showing off wealth and luxury, it can leave the Cormyr royal family far behind.
The latter is one of the true birthplaces of human civilization in Faerun, with a civilization history spanning thousands of years.
The Shane Empire had already established a vast empire long before the emergence of Cormyr, and was far superior to the latter in terms of both economy and culture.
Shane VII was able to pin Yasan IV to the ground and rub him repeatedly.
Therefore, this grand mission of the Cormyr royal family did not play even the slightest role except to open the eyes of those inexperienced representatives from the North.
However, Zuo Si still received the other party according to the corresponding etiquette and agreed to Yasan IV's proposal to form a delegation for negotiations.
About two or three days later, each side sent out twenty people to go east along the road and enter Ximen's sphere of influence.
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain personally led a team to greet them at the city gate, showing a warm and hospitable attitude.
"Ah! Welcome to come from afar. I have been looking forward to your visit for many days."
"Where are Her Royal Highness and the captured knights? Are they okay?"
Shafa, who came to negotiate on behalf of the Cormier royal family, stared at the other party with his sharp eyes, and his attitude was obviously very unfriendly.
He is the lord of Susal, the capital of the Kingdom of Cormyr, and also the supreme commander of the Purple Dragon Legion. He can be said to be the most trusted nobleman of the royal family.
He was also the teacher who watched Yalucel grow up and taught him swordsmanship personally.
To be precise, every one of those 300 noble knights was a reserve officer of the Purple Dragon Legion, and most of them were trained by this man himself.
So it was normal that he didn't treat Fuzzle Chamberlain well.
After all, Fuzor Chamberlain massacred Shafa's students and subordinates, destroying his ten years of hard work.
The Tyrant of the Moon Sea was obviously well aware of this, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers without further ado.
"Pah! " With a crisp sound, a well-proportioned young woman in a white dress was pushed out.
Especially the thighs and the plump and round buttocks that are faintly visible under the silk skirt, which clearly show the well-developed muscles that can only be obtained through long-term exercise.
The exposed arms are a bit thicker than those of men who have been engaged in physical labor for a long time, and the palms are covered with thick calluses due to the long-term use of weapons.
Without asking, one would know that she was the captured Yalusel. Her face was obviously flushed, perhaps out of shame or anger, or both. She did not dare to raise her head to look at those people she was familiar with in the diplomatic corps.
Most importantly, the princess had long been accustomed to wearing convenient clothes and armor for long periods of time like men.
Now the long party dress she was wearing, which was specially designed to highlight the sexy figure of women, made her feel very insecure, as if she was naked and exposed in public.
Shafa was keenly aware of Yalusel's nervousness and uneasiness, so he did not immediately go up to greet her. He just roughly confirmed that she had not been abused or violated, and then heaved a sigh of relief and continued to ask: "Where are the bodies of the other knights and the fallen? Don't tell me that you used necromancy to desecrate the bodies."
Fuzzol Chamberlain responded with a smile: “Don’t worry, I know the rules and didn’t do anything to them.
The captured knights were imprisoned in the dungeon, and their bodies were placed in coffins waiting to be transported away.
As long as you agree to my request, you can send a boat or carriage to take away both the living and the dead before dark.
But if the negotiations fail, I might do something more extreme.”
"What do you want to gain from this negotiation?"
Zuo Si interrupted with a smile.
"I am not greedy. I just want to take what is rightfully mine, and then leave the Dragon Coast and return to Zhentil Keep in a dignified manner."
Fuzzol Chamberlain gave a hint that was pointed out.
Obviously, he had only one goal, which was to safely transport back all the materials and wealth he had on hand, and by the way, to bite off a piece of fat from the Kingdom of Cormyr.
"That's reasonable. I think today's negotiations should yield a result that everyone is satisfied with."
Zuo Si nodded slightly and chose the default.
Anyway, it is the Kingdom of Cormyr that is going to bleed heavily, and it has nothing to do with him.
As for whether the legendary King Yasan IV will find an opportunity to retaliate afterwards, or simply lead his troops to the Moon Sea to attack the lair of Sandilburg, only God knows.
在左思的印象中，高等级的战士，尤其是传奇战士，脾气一般来说都不会太好。
因为战斗中强烈的愤怒情绪往往可以引发狂暴效果，使自己短时间内获得远超平时的强大力量。
所以越厉害的战士越会引导这种愤怒为自己所用，而不是去压抑它。
这也导致了高级战士的脾气普遍比较大。
不过总体而言，科米尔王国和散提尔堡全面开战的可能性不算高。
就这样，在傅佐尔·钱伯瑞的带领下，使节团终于进入了巨龙海岸最重要、同时也是最繁华的城市——西门。
作为在坠星海西边仅次于科米尔和桑比亚，排名第三的贸易力量，这座城市成功的秘诀就是什么东西都有、什么东西都卖。
人们普遍认为道德这种东西或许可以体现在私事上，但绝对不应该出现在生意中，否则那会是死路一条。
除此之外，西门也是一座实行奴隶制的贸易城邦，蓄奴在这里不仅合理合法，而且会像其他私有财产一样受到严格保护。
看看大街小巷那些或是在脸、脖子、肩膀上烙下印记的人，亦或是脚踝套着锁链的家伙，无一例外都是奴隶大军中的一员。
他们原本属于贵族和富商，但现在已经归散提尔堡所有，正忙碌着把各种各样的东西搬运到船上去。
之前原本热闹无比的“颤抖拇指”斗技场，也因为缺乏奴隶而不得不转变经营模式，开出高价悬赏来吸引那些冒险者、佣兵加入其中。
听名字就知道，这是一家专门为客人提供血腥奴隶角斗的娱乐场所。
不过与其他地方的奴隶角斗不同，“颤抖拇指”追求的是绝对公平，禁止一切暗箱操作。
这也就意味着，即便是举办者自己也不清楚参加战斗的双方究竟谁能赢得胜利。
正是这种不确定性让所有人都趋之若鹜。
不管是本地的商人、贵族，还是从恩瑟、突米斯远道而来的客人，亦或是平民乃至奴隶自己，都为每天上演的残酷杀戮而兴奋不已。
要为此而付出生命代价的奴隶也喜欢这项运动，乍一听似乎很不可思议。
但只要深入了解就会发现，对于奴隶们来说，这是为数不多可以赚大钱乃至获得自由的机会。
因为在这里，奴隶和主人之间的身份并不是单纯的主仆，而是更接近于体育明星和他们的经纪人。
为了让奴隶们有足够的动力去拼命，他们之间通常会有一个分成协议。
比如说每赢得一场比赛，主人可以从奖金和赌博中拿百分之五十到六十，奴隶则会获得百分之三十、四十乃至更多。
这主要取决于奴隶在战斗中的表现、名气和观众的喜爱程度。
奴隶们可以用这笔钱来购买自己喜欢的食物、酒水、按摩服务，甚至是叫几个从事特殊服务行业的女人来发泄旺盛的精力跟欲望。
另外，奴隶只要能在竞技场中活过一年，就可以获得自由之身和一千金币的额外奖励。
所以西门的“颤抖拇指”角斗比赛并非通过威胁、恐吓、殴打等方式强迫奴隶参加，而是奴隶们自己争先恐后踊跃参加，想要通过战斗完成身份的转变与阶级跃升。
众所周知，人类对于暴力的渴望是刻在骨子里的。
即便是在暴力被强行压制的地球现代社会，也依旧会有足球、篮球、拳击、橄榄球、摔跤、综合格斗等剧烈身体对抗类的运动，让人们可以有一个发泄的渠道。
所以在更加原始野蛮的费伦大陆就不用说了，暴力几乎无处不在。
这一点从大部分国家和地区都不禁止用决斗来解决私人恩怨便能略窥一二。
阿斯卡特拉的铜冠旅店就耸立着一个铁笼，专门给那些一言不合就拔剑杀人的狠角色准备。
在里边杀人非但不需要承担任何法律责任，而且还能通过下注自己赢狠狠赚上一笔。
左思觉得，等自己接管西门之后可以考虑跟“颤抖拇指”斗技场的老板谈谈，把这门生意在整个西海岸帝国各大城镇推广开。
如此一来，既能让民众的暴力情绪有一个可以发泄的地方，同时又能多征收一份税，何乐而不为呢。
以后运作好了还能借助烁油移动终端搞成现场直播的联赛，甚至是从中选拔一些有潜力的种子为自己效力。
就在左思一边饶有兴致观察这座巨龙海岸最大、最繁华的港口城市，一边考虑自己要如何塑造这个庞大的国家时，一行人已经不知不觉来到了一个占地面积巨大的庭院。
这里是原本是西门贵族和商人议会的所在地，同时也是之前的王宫和领主府邸。
在DR1209年之前，这座港口城市的统治者基本不是吸血鬼、海盗王就是冷酷残忍的暴君、再不就是邪恶的法师。
所以庭院建造的非常奢华，洁白的大理石柱上连一丁点杂色的斑点都没有，各种古朴的浮雕更是能追溯到好几百乃至上千年以前。
宫殿内的长廊两侧，甚至能够看到专门用鲜血和负能量培育出来的黑紫色魔法花卉。
这些花卉需要用活人的血液浇灌，并且只能生长在光线完全照射不到的地方，散发着一种无法用语言形容的妖艳、魅惑和死亡美感。
至于宫殿中央空悬的王座，则是由无数的尸骨拼接而成，散发着象征死灵魔法的刺眼奥术灵光。
任何人坐上去，都可以保持绝对冷静跟理智，不受任何心灵魔法的控制与干扰。
但代价是会变得越来越像一个不死的吸血鬼，直至其主动抛弃生者的身份。
不出意外的话，这应该就是一千多年前统治西门的夜之王——欧拉克制作的，并被一直当做王权的象征保留了下来。
后来崛起的暗夜面具和暗夜王子，就是他被推翻后躲进地下墓穴侥幸活下来的后裔。
“阴森恐怖中带一点柔美和凄凉，很不错的品味，我喜欢。”
左思兴致勃勃的评价道。
他突然发现，越是长生的种族，在艺术天赋方面往往就越高。
无论是巨龙、吸血鬼、精灵，还是天使、魔鬼和恶魔，制作出来的建筑和工艺品都比人类强太多，而且还是那种越看越有感觉、越看越有味道的类型。
尤其是整体上的氛围刻画，往往能对一个人的心理乃至周围环境产生影响。
“如果你喜欢的话，可以考虑把它当做自己在西门的行宫。反正这座城市马上就要是你的了。”
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞不以为意的耸了耸肩膀。
“说的也是。”
左思微微翘起嘴角浮现出玩味的笑容，看起来十分的放松，完全不像科米尔王国的代表那样紧张且充满敌意。
毫无疑问，他的这幅做派成功引起了雅卢赛尔的注意。
确切地说，从一见面开始，后者就一直在暗中默默的观察。
钢铁公主完全无法想象，眼前这个年纪可能比自己还要小一点的男性，究竟是如何在短短几年之内快速崛起，哪怕在月之海暴君面前也能淡定的谈笑风生。
尤其是雅卢赛尔发现，傅佐尔·钱伯瑞在跟左思说话的时候明显更加谨慎，似乎在畏惧这个看上去人畜无害的年轻人。
“不必要的客套和废话就省省吧，让我们直接进入正题。现在你可以开始提条件了。”
代表王室的沙法刚坐下就急不可耐的想要快点结束这一切。
因为他明白，拖得时间越久对己方越不利，天知道散提尔堡和散塔林会在背后策划了怎样的阴谋来颠覆科米尔王国。
傅佐尔·钱伯瑞先是用意味深长的目光撇了一眼雅卢赛尔，然后才不慌不忙的说道：“我的条件非常简单，一共只有三点。
第一，不许对我返航的船只进行任何阻拦、骚扰等举动，确保他们能顺利返回月之海。
注意，这不仅包括科米尔王国，还有以安姆为首的联军。
第二，关于这位公主殿下，我希望你们能用等同于她体重两倍的黄金来支付赎金。
毕竟她可是大名鼎鼎的钢铁公主，赎金太低了岂不是会让王室很没面子？ 至于那些被俘虏的骑士和战死者的遗体，我认为五十万金币是个不错的价格，同时也是对于他们英勇奋战到生命最后一刻的尊重。
第三，以后科米尔王国不得无缘无故刁难散提尔堡的商人，必须允许他们在境内进行一切合法的商业活动。”
话音未落！
怒气值终于攒满了的沙法终于腾的一声站起来，厉声咆哮道：“不可能！
你以为这是在签订战败条约吗？ 科米尔王国的战士还没死光呢！ 先不说我们根本没有那么多钱，就算有也不会以这种屈辱的方式交出去。
If you continue to make such exorbitant demands, our only response will be war."
"Hahahaha! War? Are you sure? From what I heard, things in Cormier are not peaceful at the moment."
Fuzzol Chamberlain's mouth widened into a mocking expression.
Needless to say, places like Rock Land, where large-scale invasions occur every few years, are common.
The mere act of inciting and contacting those nobles whose sons and daughters had died to force the royal family to abdicate put Assan IV under unimaginable pressure.
Especially politically, the once united Cormyr nobility has now split into several parts.
If the other side dares to start a war at this time, it would be good if we could win quickly.
But if we lose or get stuck in a stalemate, domestic conflicts will deteriorate and erupt at an unimaginable speed.
Add to that the fact that the neighboring country of Sembia is also in civil strife, and Cormyr's thousand-year-long stability and prosperity will be completely destroyed.
"Did you assassinate Bran Swordsong of the Baron of Rockland?"
The supreme commander of the Purple Dragon Legion clenched his fists, as if he could swing them up and hit the enemy in the face at any time.
Similarly, the atmosphere in the negotiation venue suddenly became tense and depressing.
Whether it was the representatives of the Kingdom of Cormyr, or the priests and dark guards of Zhentil Keep, they all subconsciously placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.
At this moment, any slight disturbance could lead to a bloody conflict in minutes.
But Fuzzol Chamberlain, who was used to big scenes, just responded with a half-smile: "Who knows? Maybe it is, maybe it is not. It never matters what the truth is. What matters is that I have the initiative now."
It is not difficult to tell from his indifferent attitude that the Tyrant of the Moon Sea does not take Shafa seriously at all.
After all, the other party is just a guy with LV10 warrior level, LV5 purple dragon knight level, and has just crossed the threshold of high-level professionals.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people he is already an absolute master, but in front of Fuzol Chamberlain, who has just obtained the level of legendary priest, he is just a bug that can be crushed to death at will.
Yes, you read that right.
After completing the cleansing and missionary work in the entire Dragon Coast to Baldur's Gate area, he was rewarded by Bane, the god of tyranny, and is now a legendary priest.
The two men faced off in a tense situation for a full minute. Finally, Shafa didn't have the courage to throw a punch and sat back on the chair, his chest heaving violently.
Another young woman dressed as a mage from the Cormier delegation leaned over to Zuo Si and said in a low voice, "Sir, don't you plan to say something?"
"Oh? What do you want me to say?"
Zuo Si pursed his lips and asked back.
Through mutual introductions, he already knew the other party's name was Kaladnai, a LV11 warlock and LV4 warrior.
Although it is a complete waste to combine these two completely unrelated professions, it is very common among the natives of Faerun.
After all, they acquired their careers and abilities through learning and training.
That is to say, if a mage suddenly becomes interested in melee combat skills and finds a teacher to learn from for a period of time, he will naturally gain the warrior level.
Many mages and warlocks have professional levels such as warriors and thieves, which is basically how they get it.
This is not like playing games, where players always build their own game characters in the optimal way.
In reality, even Zuo Si himself would inevitably gain some warrior professional levels, especially after being forced by his cheap teacher Sorin to start practicing swordsmanship.
Of course, none of the above is the most important.
Most importantly, Kaladnai’s identity is not simple.
She is the successor personally chosen by Vangerda Hester, the chief wizard of the Cormyr royal family, and she also has a good personal relationship with the Iron Princess Yalucel.
"I hope you can put a little pressure on Fuzzol Chamberlain, otherwise, under the current circumstances, it is impossible for us to reach any agreement."
Karadnei made the request cautiously.
"Give me a reason to intervene. You should know that this was originally the trouble caused by your princess. I am already giving her face by sitting here and cooperating with her. Why do you ask me to do more?" Zuo Si asked bluntly.
Kaladenai was undoubtedly well prepared. He immediately took out a scroll and stuffed it into Zuo Si's hand in an extremely obscure way.
"If you will aid us today, the royal family of Cormyr will always be your most loyal ally.
His Majesty King Assan IV will not only publicly recognize your legitimate rule over the Dragon Coast and West Heartland regions at the first opportunity, but he is also willing to join the trade alliance and become a member of it.
When you are crowned king, he will personally visit you and give you blessings and gifts.
I believe that with your political wisdom you should understand what this means, right? "
Zuo Si slowly opened the scroll and saw at a glance the letter, which was most likely written by the king himself, and the conspicuous royal seal below.
If it happens in other countries, private letters like this that have no legal effect at all will most likely be left unresolved due to wrangling or other reasons.
But the royal family of Cormyr is different.
A thousand-year history is enough to prove their strong credibility.
All the promises made by the royal family, no matter how big or small, were eventually fulfilled without exception.
Therefore, Zuo Si had no doubt about the promise made by Asanga IV.
After a brief silence, he quickly put away the letter and said directly to the complacent Fuzzol Chamberlain: "For my sake, reduce the ransom to half of the original amount.
After all, after experiencing drastic fluctuations in food prices and civil unrest in its neighboring country, Sembia, the Kingdom of Cormyr probably can't come up with much money right now.
I think asking them to pay a one-time ransom of 300,000 gold coins is about the limit.
In exchange, I will not pursue your actions of plundering large amounts of supplies and wealth in Baldur's Gate, West Heartland, and the Dragon Coast.
Well, that's fair, isn't it? "
moment!
Fuzor Chamberlain's smile froze on his face, and he narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "Are you serious?"
“Well, I’m dead serious.
Because if Cormyr is prepared to continue the war, then I would also consider launching an attack on the west gate.
At that time, not only will you not be able to get the compensation of 300,000 gold coins, but you will also lose even more.
So I sincerely suggest that you give me some face, it will be better for everyone.”
Zuo Si fiddled with his ten fingers and made a half-seriously threatening statement.
In his eyes, Fuzzol Chamberlain was just a tool.
Let it out to bite people when needed, kick it away when not needed, and occasionally throw a couple of bones to reward it.
There is no doubt that after being successfully won over to the Kingdom of Cormyr, this guy is no longer of any use.
"Okay! I'll give you this face!"
Although Fuzzol Chamberlain was filled with hatred, he chose to swallow his anger after weighing the pros and cons.
What could he do if he couldn't bear it? He really couldn't beat him! Moreover, he knew very well that Zuo Si was an evil tyrant hidden under his friendly appearance, and he knew even more clearly that using Yalusail to threaten Cormier to give in would not work on him at all.
Even if this Iron Princess was raped by a hundred or a thousand orcs and gave birth to hundreds of mixed-race offspring, the other party would not blink an eye and might even stand by to give instructions.
Therefore, after realizing that he could not gain any more benefits, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea decisively chose to stop and leave.
"But...but the national treasury can't even take out 300,000 gold coins right now."
Shafa gritted his teeth and spoke in a very ashamed and embarrassed tone about Cormier's dire financial situation.
After all, King Assan IV's cross-sea expedition to Leatherman had already consumed a large amount of the national treasury's savings.
You have to know that war, whether it is on Earth or in Faerun, and whether it involves technology or magic, is equally expensive.
Therefore, in history, the more great achievements a monarch made, the more likely he was to ruin his family.
Often one person can squander the savings of several generations, or even completely destroy an entire country's economic system.
In addition to this war, in order to stabilize the plummeting food prices, the Cormyr treasury and many nobles also emptied their savings, so the economy was in the most difficult situation with the least available funds on hand.
Upon hearing this, Fuzor Chamberlain immediately sneered and said sarcastically: "A kingdom like this actually only took out 300,000 gold coins?
Threatening to start a war?
Are you sure that Cormyr can continue to exist as a country after this war? Well, since you can't pay, I allow you to pay off your debts with gems, magic items, weapons and armor, steel, livestock, ships, and food.
If I remember correctly, the royal family seems to have quite a few heirlooms worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins."
"Those are symbols of the glory of the royal family! How can we give them to someone like you? We can't give you food, livestock, ships, weapons, armor, and steel. This is equivalent to aiding the enemy."
Shafa refused without hesitation to provide Zhent Keep with any supplies that could be used in the war.
He is not a fool and knows what the consequences will be if these things fall into the hands of the other party.
"Then what do you say we should do? Don't tell me you don't even want to pay the ransom of 300,000 gold coins."
Fuzor Chamberlain immediately pulled his face down and stared at the Iron Princess not far away with vicious eyes, the implication of his words was self-evident.
"Ah - let me help the Kingdom of Cormyr pay first."
Zuo Si held his head and sighed helplessly.
He obviously didn't want to waste time and energy on such trivial matters, and he didn't want the negotiations to last for several hours or even days.
Shafa quickly stood up and bowed deeply. "Thank you very much! I swear on my own honor and that of my family that the kingdom will repay the money as soon as possible with generous interest."
Zuo Si waved his hand gently: "You're welcome. I won't get involved in the rest of the handover. Can you handle it yourselves?"
"No problem! Sir Fuzzol Chamberlain, can we take the princess away now?"
Karadnei asked bluntly.
"Of course! She is free now. I will also have the coffins of the other captured knights and the fallen sent here as soon as possible."
Sir Fuzzol Chamberlain gave a very straightforward affirmative answer.
After getting permission, Kaladnai walked straight to Yalusel, grabbed her arm without saying a word, and dragged her to an inconspicuous alley outside, then cast a spell to block the only exit.
After doing all this, she grabbed the collar of the other person's long skirt tightly and roared angrily: "Self-righteous idiot!
Do you know what a foolish thing you have done? Do you know what kind of pressure the king, queen and the entire royal family are under because of your defeat and capture?
Those nobles who lost their sons and daughters are clamoring to make you pay for it! If those bodies cannot be resurrected after being brought back, then even His Majesty Yasan IV can't save your life!
The entire kingdom of Cormyr is in chaos because of you!"
"Then let them kill me! I don't want to live anymore anyway!"
Yalusel acted like a zombie, not caring about anything.
To be exact, from the moment she was defeated and captured, she wanted to end it all with death so that she wouldn't have to face those humiliations again.
But the problem was that she couldn't even commit suicide in front of the powerful pastor, Fuzzol Chamberlain.
Even if the heart was pierced or the brain was pierced through the eyes, as long as the person did not die immediately, Fuzzol Chamberlain could save him within a few seconds.
Even if someone dies, he has more than one way to bring them back to life.
Therefore, in order not to bring shame to her family and to protect herself from being defiled by those disgusting monsters, the princess could only choose to endure it temporarily.
Snap! With a crisp sound, Kaladnai finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Yalusel, then cursed: "You are such a bastard! After causing such a big mess, you want to die to evade responsibility?"
"What else? Will I live like a stray dog after I go back? Will I have to endure endless abuse and accusations every day?"
Yalusel spat out a mouthful of blood, completely ignoring his swollen cheek from being hit.
As an extremely proud person, she was willing to accept the cruelest punishment in the world, but she was unwilling to suffer even the slightest insult.
" Very good! That's great! Now, in the name of His Majesty the King, I will deprive you of your title of princess and the noble surname of Obaiszir.
From now on, you are no longer a member of the royal family and are never allowed to set foot on the land of Cormyr again.
The Iron Princess Yalucel Nakachia Obaischiel is dead, and now you are just a lowly person without even a name.
I want to see how long you can maintain this arrogance and conceit."
After saying that, Karadne tore off the gorgeous silk dress on the other person, leaving only shorts and a chest wrap to cover the key parts, then turned and left in Yalusel's shocked and unbelievable gaze.
When the cool sea breeze from the port blew gently, the princess instantly felt a hint of chill and couldn't help shivering.
No doubt, she had guessed that the possible outcomes would be imprisonment, execution, etc., but she never expected it to be this result.
What is this? Expulsion? Banishment?
Or was he going to destroy his self-esteem and pride in this way? Just when Yalusel didn't understand his father's intention to punish him in this way, a few hooligans suddenly walked in from the alley with sticks and daggers.
From their attire, it could be determined that they were all natives of Ximen, and they might have been under the control of the Dark Night Mask before.
After the vampires were eradicated, these guys became unorganized "street urchins", dodging patrol soldiers and robbing pedestrians to make ends meet.
When the leading man saw the Iron Princess wearing only underwear, a terrifying green light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips and called on his men to rush forward together.
"Get out of here! You filthy bastards, stay away! Otherwise I'll make you pay!"
Yalusail warned sharply.
However, with her current appearance, she really has no deterrent power, but is rather quite tempting.
The gangster punched him in excitement.
The ruffians laughed wildly and unscrupulously.
In less than a second, the two sides were physically engaged.
Although at the beginning, Yalusel could still rely on his well-trained body and professional level to fight back.
But the problem is that she has neither armor nor weapons, let alone powerful magical equipment. She can only rely on her fists and feet, which are natural weapons that are difficult to kill people with one blow.
After breaking the nose of one unlucky guy and kicking another unlucky guy hard in the crotch, she was finally hit on the back of her head with a stick and lost her balance instantly.
The rest of the thugs pounced on her without hesitation, locked the Iron Princess' limbs in a very shameful posture, and began to try to tear off the last piece of clothing on her body.
Perhaps the realization that she was about to lose something most precious here awakened her feminine side, and Yalusel, who had always been ashamed of crying, couldn't help but cry.
Her crying immediately made the hooligans even more excited.
The fat man in the lead wiped the blood from his nose, took off all his clothes and said with a grin, "You bitch!
Weren't you very arrogant and good at fighting just now? Keep going! You just broke my nose, and now I'm going to retaliate in another way.
Don't worry, it may hurt a little at first, but it will get better soon."
Just as the fat man was about to press forward, a voice suddenly echoed in the alley.
"If I were you, I would run as far away as possible. Because this lady is not someone you can afford to offend, and not someone who anyone can take advantage of..."
(End of this chapter)