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 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.
In Zuo Si's impression, high-level warriors, especially legendary warriors, generally have bad tempers.
Because the strong anger in battle can often trigger a berserk effect, allowing oneself to gain far greater power than usual in a short period of time.
Therefore, the more powerful the warrior is, the more likely he is to guide this anger to his own benefit rather than suppress it.
This also leads to the fact that senior soldiers generally have a bad temper.
But overall, the possibility of a full-scale war between the Kingdom of Cormyr and Zhentil Keep is not high.
In this way, under the leadership of Fuzol Chamberlain, the delegation finally entered Westgate, the most important and prosperous city on the Dragon Coast.
As the third largest trading power west of the Sea of Fallen Stars, after Cormyr and Sembia, the secret to this city's success is that it has everything and sells everything.
People generally believe that morality may be reflected in private matters, but it should never appear in business, otherwise it will be a dead end.
In addition, Simon was also a trading city-state that practiced slavery. Slavery was not only legal here, but was also strictly protected like other private property.
Look at the people on the streets who have marks on their faces, necks, and shoulders, or who have chains on their ankles. Without exception, they are all part of the slave army.
They originally belonged to nobles and wealthy merchants, but now they belong to Santilburg and are busy loading all kinds of things onto the ship.
The previously bustling "Trembling Thumb" arena had to change its business model due to the lack of slaves, and offered high rewards to attract adventurers and mercenaries to join.
As the name suggests, this is an entertainment venue that specializes in providing bloody slave fights for guests.
However, unlike slave fights in other places, "Trembling Thumb" pursues absolute fairness and prohibits any behind-the-scenes manipulation.
This means that even the organizers themselves are not sure which of the two parties participating in the battle will win.
It is this uncertainty that attracts everyone.
Whether they were local merchants and nobles, guests coming from Enther and Tumis, or civilians and even slaves themselves, they were all excited by the brutal killings that took place every day.
It may seem incredible at first that slaves, who would pay the price of their lives for this sport, also enjoyed this sport.
But if you look deeper, you will find that for slaves, this is one of the few opportunities to make a lot of money or even gain freedom.
Because here, the identity between slaves and masters is not simply master and servant, but is closer to that of sports stars and their agents.
In order to give the slaves enough motivation to work hard, there is usually a profit-sharing agreement between them.
For example, for every game won, the master could take 50 to 60 percent of the prize money and gambling proceeds, while the slave would get 30, 40 or even more percent.
This was largely determined by the slave's performance in battle, his fame, and the audience's popularity.
Slaves can use the money to buy their favorite food, drinks, massage services, or even call a few women working in special service industries to vent their energy and desires.
In addition, as long as slaves can survive in the arena for a year, they will be freed and receive an additional reward of one thousand gold coins.
Therefore, Simon's "trembling thumb" gladiatorial contest was not forced on slaves through threats, intimidation, beatings, etc., but the slaves themselves rushed to participate enthusiastically, wanting to complete their identity transformation and class leap through fighting.
As we all know, human beings have a desire for violence.
Even in modern society on Earth where violence is forcibly suppressed, there are still intense physical confrontation sports such as football, basketball, boxing, rugby, wrestling, and mixed martial arts, which provide people with a channel to vent.
So it goes without saying that in the more primitive and barbaric continent of Faerun, violence is almost everywhere.
This can be seen from the fact that most countries and regions do not prohibit the use of duels to resolve personal grudges.
There is an iron cage in the Bronze Crown Inn of Askatla, which is specially prepared for those ruthless characters who are willing to draw their swords and kill people at the slightest disagreement.
Not only do you not have to bear any legal responsibility for killing someone in it, but you can also make a lot of money by betting and winning.
Zuo Si thought that after he took over Ximen, he could consider talking to the owner of the "Trembling Thumb" arena and promoting this business in all major towns in the West Coast Empire.
In this way, the people can have a place to vent their violent emotions and at the same time collect more taxes. Why not do it?
In the future, if it is successfully operated, we can also use the Shuoyou mobile terminal to organize a live broadcast of the league, and even select some potential seeds from it to play for us.
Just as Zuo Si was observing with interest the largest and most prosperous port city on the Dragon Coast and thinking about how he would shape this huge country, the group had unknowingly arrived at a huge courtyard.
This was originally the location of the West Gate nobles and merchant council, and was also the former royal palace and lord’s mansion.
Before DR 1209, the rulers of this port city were basically either vampires, pirate kings, cruel tyrants, or evil wizards.
Therefore, the courtyard was built very luxuriously. There was not even a single spot of other colors on the white marble columns, and the various ancient reliefs could be traced back hundreds or even thousands of years ago.
On both sides of the corridors in the palace, you can even see black and purple magical flowers that are specially cultivated with blood and negative energy.
These flowers need to be watered with the blood of living people and can only grow in places where no light can reach them. They exude a kind of enchantment, charm and death beauty that cannot be described in words.
As for the throne hanging in the center of the palace, it was made up of countless bones, emitting a dazzling arcane light that symbolized necromancy.
Anyone who sits on it can remain absolutely calm and rational, and will not be controlled or disturbed by any mental magic.
But the price is that he will become more and more like an undead vampire, until he voluntarily abandons his identity as a living person.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should have been made by Orak, the Night King who ruled Ximen more than a thousand years ago, and has been preserved as a symbol of royal power.
The Dark Mask and Dark Prince who rose later were his descendants who managed to survive by hiding in the catacombs after he was overthrown.
"It's eerie but a little bit soft and sad. It's a very good taste. I like it."
Zuo Si commented with great interest.
He suddenly discovered that the longer a race lived, the higher their artistic talent tended to be.
Whether it's dragons, vampires, elves, or angels, devils and demons, the buildings and handicrafts they create are much better than those made by humans, and they are the type that become more appealing and more interesting the more you look at them.
In particular, the overall atmosphere portrayal can often have an impact on a person's psychology and even the surrounding environment.
"If you like, you can consider it as your own palace in Ximen. Anyway, this city will be yours soon."
Fuzzol Chamberlain shrugged indifferently.
"That's true."
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly in a playful smile, looking very relaxed, completely unlike the nervous and hostile representatives of the Kingdom of Cormyr.
There is no doubt that his behavior successfully attracted the attention of Yalusel.
To be exact, the latter had been observing silently from the moment they met.
The Iron Princess could not imagine how this man, who was probably even younger than herself, could rise so quickly in just a few years and could talk and laugh calmly even in front of the Tyrant of the Moon Sea.
In particular, Yalusel discovered that Fuzol Chamberlain was obviously more cautious when talking to Zuo Si, as if he was afraid of this seemingly harmless young man.
"Let's skip the unnecessary politeness and nonsense and get straight to the point. Now you can start making your conditions."
As soon as Shafa, representing the royal family, sat down, he was eager to end it all quickly.
Because he knew that the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for his side. God knew what kind of conspiracy Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim would plot behind the scenes to overthrow the Kingdom of Cormyr.
Fuzor Qianbury first glanced at Yalusail with a meaningful look, and then said calmly: "My conditions are very simple, there are only three points in total.
First, do not block or harass my returning ships, and make sure they can return to the Moon Sea smoothly.
Note that this includes not only the Kingdom of Cormyr, but also the coalition led by Amn.
Secondly, regarding Her Royal Highness the Princess, I would like you to pay her ransom in gold equal to twice her weight.
After all, she is the famous Iron Princess. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the royal family if the ransom was too low? As for the bodies of the captured knights and the dead, I think 500,000 gold coins is a good price, and it is also a respect for their heroic fighting until the last moment of their lives.
Third, the Kingdom of Cormyr must not make things difficult for the merchants of Santilburg without reason, and must allow them to conduct all legal business activities within the country. "
Before he finished speaking!
With his anger finally filled up, Shafa finally stood up and roared, "Impossible!
Do you think this is a treaty of defeat? The warriors of the Kingdom of Cormyr are not all dead yet! Not to mention that we don't have that much money, even if we did, we wouldn't hand it over in such a humiliating way.
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)
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