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There was a steady and soft sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a young man wearing a moon-white alchemical robe slowly appeared in front of the waiting people, as well as the Iron People officers standing behind him to protect him.

He has a slender figure, and is obviously the type who stays in the alchemy laboratory all day long, rarely going out twice a year, and his appearance makes everyone present feel stunned. For a while, they can't figure out why.

Will they come to this gloomy and dilapidated castle of Ryan - are they here to listen to the speech of the ascendant who calls himself Lord Ryan, or are they going to attend some of the most elegant noble banquets?

This is a temperament that can change the atmosphere of a scene in an instant.

The white-haired boy stood at the top of the stairs, his green eyes looking down at the president of the chamber of commerce, the shop owner, the captain of the guard and the tax collector with different expressions. These people could be said to be the most powerful people in Ryan City except the lords.

The largest group of people are now gathering here with uneasiness, waiting for his next speech and remarks.

"I am Ian, your new lord."

Ian said simply, the invisible fluctuations brought up the damp breath, echoed throughout the castle hall, and made several sublimators change their expressions - they felt that the movement of their source matter began to stagnate. This was a sign of strength far greater than

Their higher Ascendants show signs of their own degree of control over the surrounding psychic fields.

——This young man who looks like he has just grown up is actually already a second-level ascendant?!

How could He De, the leader of Leian, have such a genius as the leader?!

Before they could react from such surprise, Ian's next words stunned them: "I don't know how Baron Ryan manages you, but my temper is very bad, especially when I am in Ryan."

An Ling saw grain merchants stocking grain during the war."

"Xilin, stand up."

The young man's voice sounded nice, but the indifferent and cold feeling, mixed with the cold and damp feeling in the entire castle, made everyone present feel a shiver.

The grain merchant named Xilin who was named by Ian suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He swallowed and originally wanted to explain something before moving forward, but other businessmen, officials and local families standing around him

The clan leaders all took a step back.

This middle-aged man, who looked generous and even a little fat, stood alone at the front of the hall.

"You are a spy from the Flying Fire Land."

Ian said simply and sentenced him to death. The young man's eyes lit up with a water-colored halo that represented spiritual power: "Don't quibble, because I have already seen this."

"You purchased most of the cheap food in Le'an before the mountain people rebelled, and the empire's aid was provided by you alone. This is the reason why Le'an City fell into a food shortage, and ordinary people did not have enough to eat and were in panic all day long.

."

"Without you, Ryan City would not have fallen into chaos."

"It's unfair, sir! I'm really not a spy! I just didn't expect that the people who wanted such a large food order were from Feiyandi. They pretended to be other chambers of commerce. I only guessed it later..."

The obese middle-aged man immediately knelt on the ground, bowed to Ian who was still standing on the stairs, and cried bitterly: "I am absolutely loyal to the empire, and I have orders to prove it..."

——How stupid.

Not only Ian and Scott, but also everyone else present had this sentence in their mind.

He actually thought that if a noble and ascendant wanted to deal with him, what kind of evidence would he need?

He actually thought that he could escape with his life just by crying and wailing for mercy.

It seemed that it was the young lord's appearance that made him undeservedly lucky.

"Scott."

Ian softly called his adjutant's name, and the Ironborn officer walked down the stairs. He pointed his charged rifle at the grain merchant who was still kowtowing desperately.

He didn't have any cruel expression, nor any excitement. He just obeyed the order and pulled the trigger, as naturally as breathing.

Before dying, Xilin raised his head and struggled to say one more word for mercy - he wanted to say that he could give all the food he had stored, all his wealth, and even the channels of Feiyandi to this lord.

Let him get greater credit.

But in the end, what was left in his retina was only Ian's long hair and a careless profile.

A dazzling stream of light filled everything, followed by darkness.

His head disappeared. A golden-red pit appeared on the ground.

"I'm glad there's only one spy. It means I only have to execute one person today."

Ian smiled, walked down the stairs, and raised his hand to signal.

The soldiers of the White People in the castle moved out their seats, while the young man Shi Shiran sat on the main seat, looking at the people who all had their heads lowered, swallowed their saliva, and did not dare to say a word.

He said calmly: "Remember, stockpiling food during the war is an absolute capital crime. All bulk purchases and sales of resources in the territory must be reported to me or the future city hall in advance."

"If you don't follow this rule, you will die."

"Can you understand?"

"Ming, I understand, sir!"

At this moment, no one dared to look down on Ian because of his appearance. Rather, it would be better to say that Ian's handsome appearance was not in line with the atmosphere of Ryan City, and even gave them an extremely piercing sense of fear.

It was a feeling of being aloof and not caring about their thoughts at all, just like the people in heaven.

"very good."

On the seat, the white-haired boy nodded. He crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees: "At least your attitude is okay."

"But that doesn't mean you can satisfy me."

The smell of fear is spreading.

In the continent of Terra, the rule of the Ascended nobles is both gentle and cruel.

Moderate because, in a place like Terra, if the Ascended One has no special hobbies, does not conduct crazy research like the Gnosis Academy, and has no interest in torturing his own territory.

Then most of the Ascended Lords live their own small lives, except for hunting, they try to find children, they are laissez-faire about the development of the entire territory, and they have an optimistic and encouraging attitude.

They don't care about the offenses of their subjects, and they just laugh at some conflicts and ordinary interests - no one will die because their cat accidentally breaks a plate, or begs for food from them.

, scold and scold, right?

Even that request may be a bit greedy, but so what?

They don't care about this little thing, as long as it doesn't prevent them from obtaining further potion materials.

There are many such gentle lords and nobles, and it can even be said that they are the template for most of the small nobles on Terra who are just getting along.

The coolness is very simple - most nobles who have their own ideas and plans are extremely cool and intolerable in the eyes of ordinary people.

Because in essence, the Ascendants do not need the territorial people to support themselves. Having a territory is a channel for obtaining resources, but this does not mean that they will distort their ideas too much for this channel.

——If you don’t do it, others will do it. If your family doesn’t do it, then let my family do it.

If a brand new lord comes to his unfamiliar territory, he will be dissatisfied with the local squires and chambers of commerce who are uncooperative—if such fools still exist on the continent of Terra—and thinks that the other party is not worthy of him.

If you have patience.

Destruction will be as swift as sunlight.

For example, a wealthy town that was once located on the Haga Peninsula and whose main industries were olives and cattle herding, welcomed a new lord sent by the empire because the previous generation of lords died.

The local families and chambers of commerce have become quite wealthy due to years of operation, occupying almost all the resources in this town, and are quite arrogant in thinking that they have the technology to make wealth, and the lord should accommodate them and cooperate with them, otherwise

, the wealth of this wealthy town will not be open to him.

If it were on Earth, this might not be surprising—officials don’t fight with local officials. No matter how great a nobleman is, he must cooperate with a well-known local family to rule his territory stably.

But Terra is different.

When the new lord came to this town, he was shocked to find that he was even politely refused to build a training ground for practicing swordsmanship, and he was vaguely disdainful when he wanted to build a swordsmanship school to teach his skills.

, no matter what he does, there seems to be an invisible force resisting him.

He became a little angry.

Two days later, the leaders of the chamber of commerce and family patriarchs were hung on wooden poles for crimes such as 'corruption' and 'rebellion and collaborating with the enemy', and were used as living materials for the lord to practice swordsmanship.

Because he was a very skilled swordsman, they died after crying for two weeks.

So, is this swordsman lord a very rough, cruel, and cruel person?

It may be, it may not.

In the eyes of outsiders, the great swordsman Elachi Dek is a well-known generosity lord. He exempts all those who have settled in his territory for more than ten years from paying taxes, and his usual residence is just a small handmade tent.

, I usually practice my sword in the tide on the coast, catch fish when I'm hungry, and drink sea water when I'm thirsty.

He even conducted free Ascension Tests for children of appropriate age in the territory, taught some highly talented children how to practice swordsmanship, and trained more than ten Ascension Swordsmen in the past thirty-five years.

All are free.

Because he is too lazy to accept the silver coins used by ordinary people, he will only accept the sublimation materials with a nod, but he will also give advice on the opponent's sword skills.

Of course, the original small town famous for its olives and calves has long since disappeared - the great swordsman never cared about these things.

All that exists today is the famous swordsmanship town of Dirkland.

Most of the lords of Terra actually don't care what kind of industry their territory has. In the final analysis, they just want to do what they want to do in their own place - it's best if the territory has help, but it's okay if there is no help.

that's it.

Just like Ian is now.
To be continued...