One hundred and eighty-four Do you still think I'm being bullied?
Benedy turned around and looked at the crowded crowd, and suddenly his heart moved. He wondered if teleportation magic would work here.
I saw the light of the magic circle lighting up under his feet, and then Benedy quickly crouched down and hid in the crowd.
After a while, he stood up slumped. It felt uncomfortable to have his head squeezed between other people's waists, but this place still seemed to belong to a gray world, and the magic circle without coordinates was useless.
Benedy was a little upset and cursed: "As for that, isn't it just about getting married? Why are everyone so crazy?"
"Boy, what you said makes sense. On His Majesty's special day, the annual tax revenue has been reduced by nearly 30%. The rent payable for the land under the kingdom has also been reduced by nearly half. Every household can also receive a tax from the kingdom.
Welfare gift in return." The man who had spoken to Benedy before appeared.
Benedy was dumbfounded. Why did he go around in a circle and then circle back to himself?
"Do you know who the princess is?" Benedy didn't bother to pay attention to him. He had no house, no job, and no identity. It seemed that the above three benefits had nothing to do with him.
"How can I, the common people, dare to make arbitrary remarks? All I know is that the princess seems to be loved to the core by His Majesty." The man shook his head.
Benedy sneered disdainfully, "How can you not love me? You don't want to look at who gave you all this and who you got it for."
Benedy has never had a good impression of this king. When he saw him today, although he looked tough and handsome on the outside, he didn't know what kind of cowardice and unwillingness he hid in his heart.
In this way, Benedy spent the whole day of the festival with nothing in his pocket. As the evening wore on, people began to come to clean the dirty and unseemly streets.
Some of the people went back to their respective homes, some gathered together to drink, and some went straight to a gentle village.
A group of royal knights walked neatly towards him, and Benedy quickly gave way. These knights were very bad-tempered, and he saw that they were patrolling.
Eight hundred years ago, the kingdom was much more relaxed in terms of management. Commoners could live in the outer city of the royal city, wander outside, and even wander near the royal palace.
Just say something nice: "I really admire everything about the kingdom so much. I just want to pay homage to my beloved king."
In this way, there will be knights who will allow you to wait and see for a while, but at night, you must leave. There is no curfew in the outer city, but there is in the inner city.
Benedy stood on the street and stared at the terrace on the steeple. It was already setting in the west, and the wide street was rendered orange and red. His shadow was also stretched very long by the setting sun.
The cleaner seemed to be a young man. He came to Benedy exhausted and said: "Sir, please give way. Don't let the dust stain your clothes, although they are not very clean."
Benedy turned to look, and saw a light shining in the hands of a somewhat lame young man. It seemed to be some kind of prop that could roll up the dirty things on the ground and carry them into the air.
Benedy did not move out of the aisle, but looked in the direction the young man was going. It seemed that there was still a long way to go before reaching the end.
"Why are you alone?" Benedy said. It would take at least one person to clean such a long street all night.
"Because I'm the only one." The young man glanced at Benedy, as if wondering why this man still didn't get out of the way.
"How long have you been cleaning?" Benedy asked.
"For a while, if you chat with me again, it may take longer." The young man's eyes were dull, as if this was a regular formula,
Seeing his somewhat complaining tone, Benedy faced him and said, "Being bullied? How old are you?"
He seemed to hate Benedy's tone of voice: "You obviously look about the same age as me, but why do you still look and sound like an older man? I call you sir, that's polite."
"Hey, you are quite angry with me." Benedy looked at the young man's angry look in amusement, "Is it because I talked to you in a nice voice? Where did your temper go when you were bullied?"
Benedy's sarcastic look stimulated the young man. He was filled with magic power and seemed almost ready to take action.
"You want to hit me? I talked to you so loudly and you wanted to hit me. So you only bully the weak?" Benedy mocked.
"Me! Please get out of the way, sir, please, tonight is my birthday, and my family is still waiting for me to go back." The young man trembled all over and gave up his strength, speaking in a sincere tone.
Benedy looked at the young man who was trying to stop crying and said, "Look behind you. Do you really think they will let you go home after you finish your work?"
The young man was stunned and slowly turned around. Suddenly, the garbage behind him also turned in the same direction, and his face was covered in dust, peels and garbage.
"Ahem, ah!" Benedy quickly jumped away.
At this time, the young man saw a few boys of the same size looking at him with a smile behind him, but the smile was somewhat malicious, and one of them even made a goat-jumping gesture.
It seemed to be specially for this young man to see.
"This...this, why, it's not usually like this, why is it me, why is it me." The young man turned around in fright, muttering to himself.
Benedy took a few steps back to avoid the garbage pile gathered by magic.
"Come on, let me teach you." Benedy patted the young man on the shoulder, "Now you are rushing into the palace like a mad dog. Tomorrow, those children will not dare to bully you anymore."
"..." The young man was stunned for a moment. Although he was moved for a moment, he still had some sense. "I'm afraid that tomorrow I will only be a headless corpse."
Benedy was surprised: "Hey, it turns out you don't just do whatever you say? Aren't you going to refuse?"
"Can you tell me the reason for your refusal?"
"You look easy to talk to." The young man lowered his head.
Benedy nodded: "What else?"
"We are not familiar with each other," the young man said again.
"Well, what else?" Benedy was stunned, what's the reason?
"You look...very weak." The young man raised his head and looked at Benedy's pale face.
Benedy clapped his hands and said to the young man: "By the way, you look very weak."
"I mean you look weak," the young man added.
"So? Is this the reason why you take out your anger on me? You can get angry at me at will, and even want to hit me and scold me? Just because I exchanged a few words with you?" Benedy's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Looking at the young man, "Is it because I look weak?"
"I..." The young man was speechless.
Benedy leaned into the young man's ear and whispered: "You are not a good person, are you?"
"You...I." The young man looked at Benedy with wide eyes, not knowing what he wanted to say.
"boom!"
Benedy exploded the magic power in his body without warning, and a terrifying pressure hit the young man that made him breathless. He accidentally bumped into Benedy's eyes.
"Ah!" The young man seemed to be frightened, and his eyes seemed to want to eat him, cold, ruthless, chilling, and monster-like.
Suddenly, the pressure receded, the magic power dissipated, the huge wind flow calmed down, and the ground was still littered with garbage.
The young man lost his strength, his body was soaked with sweat, and his props fell to the ground.
"Ah...ah...it's not okay if you don't take good care of your own things. Come on, take it." Benedy scratched his head. He didn't even use half of the magic power in his body. It's okay to burst out with magic power.
hurt.
He has tried his best to maintain not exceeding a threshold.
Benedy smiled and bent down, picked up the magic tool for cleaning, opened the young man's hand and put it on it.
"What now? Do you still think I'm easy to bully? Do you still want to hit me, scold me, or yell at me?" Benedy looked at the young man with a gentle look on his face.
The young man shook his head subconsciously, his lips trembling.
"Speak!" Benedy suddenly yelled.
"I don't dare!" the young man replied immediately.
Benedy was also shocked. How could anyone say such cowardly words in such a ferocious tone?
However, he did not show it on his face, but said to the young man: "Humans are all such creatures. Generally, when both parties have good brains, if you are stronger than him, he will be afraid of you."
"But remember, I'm trying to frighten you, not give in to you. You have to keep a good balance. Don't push people too hard and stab you with a knife someday. Bad thing."