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“Isn’t that enough without a king?”

“It is a country that can be said to be so if you look at it to the extreme.”

From the beginning, the kingdom was not such a weak country.

The beginning of the noble assembly was a governing body to support the kingship.

However, over several generations, many incompetent but ambitious kings have been crowned.

‘If the king is incompetent, he is sometimes overthrown by the nobles.’

So the dynasty changed twice.

In the process, the power of the nobility grew stronger and parliament overpowered the king.

“Because the power of the nobility has become so strong, each one has absolute power. The reason why the House of Lords is unanimous rather than majority proves it.”

“Unanimous?”

“If even one person out of 133 opposes it, the bill will not pass. Likewise, even amending the existing law requires the consent of 133 people.”

This unanimity allowed the nobility to minimize interference from kings and parliaments and strengthened their independence, but at the cost of the state.

“What do you think would be the problem with this country?”

“I don’t think there will be unity.”

I nodded.

“If even one of the 133 aristocrats opposes it, war cannot be declared, special taxes cannot be collected, and even ministers cannot be set up. Even the inhabitants of a small village speak different languages, so wouldn’t it be easy for 133 rulers to speak in one voice?”

It can’t be easy.

“The Wallochian noble assembly goes like that. So even though I occupied the north, I delayed for several months and at most I issued an order to attend.”

The order to appear is issued when an agenda is presented to the noble assembly.

And the ones who propose the agenda are the nobility among the nobility.

As I remember, there were seven nobles who had that privilege, and they were called the great nobles or the highest nobles.

At present, there were few matters that would interest the nobles in Northern Wallochia or me.

‘Therefore, the agenda had no choice but to be slow.’

Some may ask this.

Aren’t foreigners occupying the territory of the country?

Why, why don’t the nobles rebel against the outsiders and try to resist?

‘Because it’s an era when such concepts of nation and patriotism are rare.’

To the lord, the state is nothing more than a contractual relationship.

It is not within the framework of the state, but a relationship contracted between the king and the lord.

To be a Wallochian noble means to be a vassal of the King and Parliament.

It is not about becoming a loyal subject to the state.

Therefore, it was of little interest to whom the North was eaten.

The nobles whose territory directly touches the northern part, the nobles who know where I come from, and the nobles who are hostile to the nobles who are instigated by the representative system will be interested in me.

The other aristocrats would only think that it would not be an excuse to collect taxes by messing around.

“It is a really pathetic country.”

“But you shouldn’t ignore it.”

Passing through the castle gate, the interior that was hidden by the high wall was revealed.

“Walochia is a powerhouse comparable to Germania. Even if you tie your hands and feet and eat your own flesh, it is the second largest nation of mankind.”

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“Huh.”

Pasimea nodded her head at the view of the city.

A large, wide road that runs straight from the city gate to the royal palace.

It is wide enough for several wagons to pass through, but it was full of people.

A peddler with a backpack on his back, a begging archer with an empty bowl, a solicitor waving a flag, a musician performing a street performance, a painter painting passers-by, a priest warning against corruption…

And beside the boulevards were all kinds of workshops of carpenters, blacksmiths, and tanners, street food on stalls, crude handicrafts, and the tents of scribes, diviners, and pharmacists.

A hustle and bustle not seen in Olymus.

“What are you talking about, Olymus is far away.”

At Pasimea’s murmur, Calliope looked at her.

She stuck out her tongue and averted her gaze.

I smiled and affirmed.

“If a village with just over a hundred people a few months ago is compared to a city that has been developed for hundreds of years, which one is the problem?”

“Ah, it was.”

Pasimea scratched her cheek.

“How big is this in the human world?”

“It’s about tenth out of cities.”

“Tenth? They say national power is second?”

I shook my head.

“There are several more cities like this in Germania. The original estate of the Duke of Sudret, my family, is also bigger than this. And shouldn’t city-states such as church states and republics be taken into account?”

“There is a long way to go. Our Olymus.”

“Nothing to worry about.”

It’s a big city, but it’s a poor city.

A short distance from the main road was full of filth.

The filth is so thick that you get wet up to your knees while walking.

‘I’m glad it’s just dirty.’

Buildings were built in disorder, so they were too close to each other, buildings were built in the middle of the street and the road was cut off, or the building itself was weak and collapsed easily.

Befitting a large city where hundreds of thousands of people live, they set up their own sewage facilities, set up a department to plan urban development, and hired workers to tidy up the aesthetics, but the administration did not work very well.

Funny enough, even these cities have periods of tidying up, either after an epidemic has decimated the population or a fire has blown out a few sections.

‘I made a city plan so that I wouldn’t see something like this.’

This was the reason why he immediately came up with a city plan after joining Olymus.

A city is formed naturally if there is a population, but if it is left alone, it will be completed in such a shabby and uneasy shape.

Fixing it is difficult and takes a lot of money and time.

So you need to point them in the right direction from the start.

‘Creating a city is not an easy task. But something I’ve already done a lot. It’s not difficult to do the same thing again. It just takes a lot of work.’

And I have a lot of hands called my family.

When I drew a big picture, my family handled it skillfully.

Damn—!

I woke up from my thoughts and raised my head.

On the other side of the road, a boy fell over.

After that, a large man took a whip and snarled.

“Stupid bastard!”

Damn!

He raised his arm high and swung the whip.

The child instinctively shrank.

The whip hit the fragile backskin and tore the flesh.

“Ah!”

“brother!”

A girl of her age came running to the shivering child.

The basket he was holding rolled on the ground and the contents spilled out.

The man with the whip saw this and raised his voice.

“These bastards! Don’t do it right!”

The whip flew again.

At that moment, the boy wrapped around the girl and was whipped.

The whip clung to the already torn and bleeding wound.

“———!”

A scream so painful that I can’t even utter a sound.

I watched it and stepped forward.

“hey.”

The blushing man turned to my call.

The man who had snorted in exasperation raised his eyebrows.

“what?”

“How much?”

“what?”

Pointing at the children at the stupid question, he said again.

“How much?”

The man who had blinked his eyes laughed.

And after thinking for a moment, he spread his hands.

“Twelve coins. no. I will sell it for ten pieces.”

“It’s cheap.”

“Because these days are rich.”

be rich

A good harvest refers to a lot of people falling into slavery.

I was stunned and held back the laughter.

Calliope took out the gold coin and passed it to the man.

The man was startled while checking the gold coins.

“…Oroko gold coins.”

He held it in his hand, weighed it, bit it with his teeth, and exclaimed.

The arrogant attitude he had shown a moment ago had softened.

“You were a precious person. I made a mistake.”

Orocco gold coins are almost 100% gold.

It was a positive coin with impurities removed as much as possible at the coin casting workshop in Pasimea.

The gold coins commonly used in Wallochia are less than 30% to 40%.

In terms of simple value, it was more than twice as much money.

I pointed at the girl, raising the corners of my mouth at the change in his demeanor.

“I will take that child with me.”

The merchant nodded right away without hesitation.

“Do as you please. I will not charge more.”

Pasimea hurried toward the children.

The boy looked at her with difficulty, even though he was bleeding and sweating.

What stood in his eyes was pain and greater anxiety and fear.

‘My master’s anger is stronger than pain.’

Because a slave cares more about his master’s feelings than his own pain.

Even at such a young age, children see the changed owners.

The man, the slave trader, smirked while fiddling with gold coins.

“Are you thinking of living any longer? There are many things that are much better than half a penny like that.”

“hmm.”

“If you have any, feel free to come because there is a big auction every evening. Give me my name and I will arrange a good place for you.”

The merchant left after announcing his name, and the spectators left one by one.

I approached the children where Pasimea was examining their wounds.

The eyes, which had been relieved while being taken care of, were filled with anxiety again.

He let go of his stiff expression, smiled, and bent one knee.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. I am not trying to punish you.”

She reached out and laid her hand on the boy’s forehead.

Then the trembling body of the child stopped trembling.

The child opened her eyes wide and looked up at me, then slowly closed them.

“Wounds…?”

Pasimea murmured.

The wound started to heal very, very little.

It was a mystery different from the healing caused by mana.

I smiled at my family and children who looked at me with surprised eyes.

“It is sometimes said that faith affects the soul. It seems that the faith toward my soul is deeper than I thought.”

I let go of my hand and got up.

The wound that healed slowly stopped recovering at some level.

Reality is too strong for belief to change reality.

Realizing that he couldn’t get any better, he withdrew his hand.

“There are hundreds of thousands of people living in this city. Do you know how many of them are citizens and how many are slaves?”

half.

Half of the people in the city were slaves.

And these were livestock that did not belong to the extreme poverty.

Just as humans are treated as livestock by different races, just as humans were exploited in Baguku’s garrison, their lives were treated as livestock and exploited by the same humans.

“A life sold for a few gold coins that will not fill the palm of your hand. Sodomora, the city of sin, is the heaven for humans who enjoy wealth by spreading hundreds of thousands of such lives on the floor.”

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The first thing I did after arriving in Sodomora was to decide where to stay.

As befits a big city, the lodging industry was prosperous, and advertisements were scattered all over the place.

Some solicitors even waved flags with names embroidered with gold thread.

Pasimea clicked her tongue when she saw that.

“Money sucks. Didn’t I say it was a difficult time to make a living?”

“In the lower classes.”

“aha.”

You should not judge that the country is wealthy just by looking at the development of the capital.

Living in such a big city was in itself a kind of privilege.

Of course, extreme poverty exists in the city, but it is usually better than outside the city.

The subjugated class living outside the city are really monkeys.

“Wouldn’t wealth have fallen from the sky? Is it to be born out of nothing like you? Where did you exploit it and put it here?”

Southern Wallochia, where Sodomora is located, was obviously fertile.

It is as fertile as the Great Plains, so even if you sow seeds roughly, you will get a good harvest.

However, other regions other than the South did not.

“The North is unsuitable for farming, and cattle breeding is also poor. In the west and east, there is only such ordinary farmland or forests. Even if you look around all of Wallochia, there is no mining area like the mines of Lagoa in the Great Plains.”

There are only a few small mines with few reserves scattered here and there.

“Has the industry developed yet? The industry is also dispersed in each territory and operated in a small scale, and even if selling to neighbors is prohibited or allowed, the huge tolls will not make it even worth it. This is why the price is high, and the supply is inconsistent, so the quality is not degraded.”

If such a country enjoys wealth in the capital, what is the reason?

“Taxes are high and what you need is bought from outside?”

“right. Exploiting from below and buying from neighbors. That is a Wallochian tradition. Thanks to such a wonderful tradition, Wallochian taxes are rising day by day, and the amount of exports in kind is also rising.”

Fun fact.

The point is that the person who exchanges transactions like that is usually Germania.

“They say Germania is an enemy country? They say it’s not just an enemy country, but an unforgivable relationship where blood is washed away with each other’s blood?”

“Is that grudge more important than adornment?”

Because the industry has not developed.

What is not in Wallochia, but is in Germania,

Even in Wallochia, Germania is of high quality,

Wallochian nobles were not stingy in buying them.

“It’s a country that gets funnier the more you look at it.”

“I have no hesitation in selling my own people to monsters, but decorating my body with the cosmetics of an enemy country would be considered cute.”

I stopped.

The stop was in front of the front gate of a large mansion with a large garden.

A mansion like this in a city where hundreds of thousands live.

The owner’s authority was clearly guessed.

“Isn’t this an inn?”

“It is the best inn here.”

A man at the front door approached us.

It was suspected that he was hanging around nearby.

The man is a guard wearing light armor.

However, the level was considerable for a guard.

【Lv. 20]

A level comparable to that of Count Doreen’s knights.

Looking at this, he is not a guard, but a low-ranking knight.

But even a low-ranking knight had a guard at the front gate.

Northern nobility was an unimaginable luxury.

“You guys, where are you from? If you have no business, leave.”

A knight who puts his hand on his waist and gives a coercive notice.

Calliope and Pasimea did not even move.

It would be the same for them.

“Tell the Duke. A guest has arrived.”

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The knight looked at me with a look of doubt.

I smiled faintly and met her gaze.

Then the knight lowered his momentum and asked.

“…the honor?”

“Eddar Lundlingen. Master of the Great Plains and Northern Wallochia. And if you tell him that Sudret’s eldest son and illegitimate son has arrived, he will know.”

The knight opened his eyes and looked at me again.

“Now, wait a moment.”

The knight who rushed into the mansion soon returned to guide us.

We followed the guide and entered the mansion through a large garden.

The first thing you see upon entering is the war boots.

The oil painting on the wall depicts a knight confronting an enemy.

I stopped and looked up at the painting.

“I don’t know who it was, but it was beautifully drawn.”

“He is the founder of the 2nd dynasty of Wallochia. My name is Halden Barzabisi.”

And the progenitor of the Duke of Maasbach.

“How did know?”

A voice was heard from the top of the stairs.

An old man with his hand on the railing was looking down at me.

“Did you say Eddar Lundlingen?”

【Lv. 63]

Looking at the old man’s level, I smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Duke Masbach.”

“Call me Mazenkin.”

The duke’s pupils widened slightly.

Even the eyes that met each other trembled slightly.

I read that he was feeling embarrassed.

“Son of Sudret?”

Instead of answering, I nodded my head sideways.

“As far as I know, his heir is not twenty? As the eldest son, you look different.”

“If you look different, do you mean age?”

“age? No, it’s not like that.”

‘I read the case.’

The duke read my case.

Because he is the strongest among human beings.

It was evident that I felt a surge in my soul and was surprised.

“It’s hard to say. It’s the first time I’ve felt this way.”

Feeling a little confused, he pressed his index finger between his brows and brushed his face.

“I understand. It’s something you hear often.”

“is it?”

“yes.”

“Hmm. It seems so.”

The surprise did not last long.

Compared to Laeragon and Vlad, his reaction was weak.

Because the spirit or inaction was weak to fully feel the status.

It was just a strange young man with a strange atmosphere, he said.

I quickly calmed down and came down the stairs.

“Have you seen this oil painting?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“But you know it well. How did you know?”

“I learned from someone I know.”

When I answered with a trailing edge, he showed interest with a voice.