"Yes, Captain, I am a nobleman. Have you ever seen a nobleman lose his noble honor for a lie?"
"But my Lord, I have never heard of the name of Auglos, never."
"Oh, my dear Captain, the world is vast. My hometown is a little remote, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it. It's called Azeroth, a beautiful place. My father once said: 'Shallan, when you were born, the whole of Azeroth was calling your name...'"
Before Xia Lan could finish his words, he was speared out by the one-eyed captain in front of him.
"Perhaps you should ask your brother, Viscount Alsace, to come and talk to me with gold coins instead of using your mouth."
"Dear Captain, why don't we talk about the Lord of Truth? Believe me, believing in Him will make you rich..." But no one paid attention to him. The two pirates kicked him into the dark and damp cabin.
"Lord of Truth? I have never heard of the name of this wild god." After locking the door, a young pirate said to another companion.
"Perhaps He should be called the God of Gold Coins. I think this name might help His fame spread further."
In this boundless ocean, bored pirates passed the time by discussing the name of this god they had never heard of.
"Look, our lord is back." A thin man wearing a worn sack joked when he saw Xia Lan coming back.
This caused a burst of laughter, but it was not too excessive. After all, this was a nobleman, different from commoners like them.
Xia Lan found a corner and fell asleep with his head in his arms. He didn't say anything, because he was the only one who knew that his noble identity was fake and was all made up by him.
His true identity is a time traveler. He followed the trend of time travel to the Central Garden Continent three years ago and became a beggar on the run. He relied on his mouth to make a living in Hailong City, a coastal city in the south of the Kingdom of Tilan.
Until three months ago, an incident in Hailong City changed his fate, no, it changed the fate of a group of people.
Three months ago, the king of the Tilan Kingdom was bored and suddenly wanted to visit Hailong City. In order to make the city beautiful, the lord of Hailong City, Earl Tilvyn, packed up all the homeless people, beggars, thieves and other idle people in the city and sold them to slave traders.
This is all for the safety of His Majesty the King. What if an assassin emerges from these dirty untouchables? You can also make some gold coins by the way. Why not do it?
Of course, for the sake of the Earl's reputation, he couldn't tell the outside world that these poor people who couldn't even afford to eat were sold as slaves. Instead, the kind-hearted Lord Tilvyn gave each of them a few silver coins to let them fend for themselves for the sake of Hailong City's image in front of the king.
Some poor people believed this nonsense and wanted to "find another way to make a living" for the image of Hailong City. Master Tilvyn helped them and earned a few more silver coins with tears in his eyes.
However, such an honest person would not be on the same ship with Xia Lan, because the cabins were filled with the "inferior products" left over by slave traders, who had no qualities or potential to be slaves.
Like Kahneman who just joked with Xia Lan, this guy is a notorious tomb robber, and his hands are still dirty even here.
Another example is the old man with a white beard telling stories in the middle of the cabin. He is Xia Lan’s colleague Arnold. He never tells the truth and likes to confuse right and wrong.
It has to be said that the slave traders had a unique vision and picked out these scum one by one. Among them were not only thieves, swindlers, tomb robbers, etc., but also fishmen with fish scales and gills, violent orcs with white hair and a pair of wolf ears, and other strange creatures.
But these people are worthless. Those who have special skills will not end up so miserably. Those who are cruel enough and have committed murders have long been taken away to the Colosseum, and the rare races with good looks have also been picked up.
It was not known whether Xia Lan was a real noble or not, so the slave traders who were afraid of trouble kicked him here as well.
"Xia Lan, maybe I should believe in the goddess of magic and become a magician." A young man who was almost twenty years old walked up to Xia Lan who was sleeping with her head covered and whispered.
The young man was wearing a wizard-style coarse linen robe, holding a dry wooden stick in his hand, and always looked worried.
"No, since you can't even resonate with a wand, you should be a wizard. At least it will be easier for you." Xia Lan just looked up at him and fell asleep again.
The young man's name is Delain Orlan, and he is one of the only two people on the ship with a surname. Although the other person with a surname, Xia Lan, gave his own surname, that's also possible.
Delane clasped his hands together, his face tangled. "Great Lord of the Sky, Divine Advocate, Lord of Light, what should I do?"
There was no response for a long time. Listening to the shouting and cursing in the cabin, Delain straightened his clothes and began to pray again, "Lord of Truth, the Rule of All Things, the One Who Bears the Way of Heaven and Earth, what should I do?"
But there was still no response. Delain sighed and had to sit in the corner, hugging the dry wooden stick with a frown.
Delane was a freeman with a surname, and his father, the prototype for the fabricated nobility of Xialan, was also a lord.
In the Central Courtyard Continent, after the eldest son of a noble family inherits the title, he will give his younger brothers a non-inheritable title of nobility and a sum of money to let them go out and make their own way.
The more generous ones would give some land to their younger brothers, allowing them to become landlords within the territory. The more generous ones would make them knights of the territory, making them the heads of a village or a town.
However, if the lord's descendants fail to become nobles again within two generations, their surname will be taken back by the main line and they will become commoners completely.
Delain had a good uncle who not only gave his father thirty acres of land so that he could become a small landowner, but also found him a magic teacher.
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