Many times, kindness will be rewarded after all.

Beta thought he had lost the news line in Perth City, but now he found that Aisha was also a member of the upper nobles, and it was not strange that she knew some special news.

Sending Aisha with a "resentful" look on her face, Beta opened the internal affairs interface, and there was no information from the Trump-Zeng family. This is also a normal thing. After all, Beta has just arrived in Perth City for a few days. No matter how powerful his talent in internal affairs is, it is impossible for him to collect too much information in a short period of time.

After lunch, Beta went out again, and this time he was heading for the wealthy area.

At the same time, he ordered Joan of Arc to continue to monitor the slums in his spiritual passage.

Although Perth City is the most prosperous city in the world, it has extremely polarization, with rich people extremely rich, and poor people extremely poor, and the number of middle-class people is pitifully small.

This is also a common feature of the desert kingdom.

Rich areas are obviously different from other places. In addition to the roads being paved with special white sand and various exaggerated large villas and mansions, many dry iron trees unique to the desert are planted.

This kind of tree is very drought-resistant and has a large canopy. Its only disadvantage is that it only bears fruit every decade and is slow to live. In the rich area, there are at least a thousand dry iron trees. It can be imagined that the dry iron trees near Perth City must have been dug up almost.

Few people walk around in wealthy areas, because ordinary civilians cannot enter this area, so it seems very quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing in the desert from far to near.

The Trump family is in the northwest of the wealthy area, and it is clear to anyone on the road when you ask.

This is a villa covering an area of ​​about 2,000 square meters. It is not particularly large among the aristocratic groups, but for ordinary people, such a building with an area of ​​land is something they can never accumulate in their lifetime...even in ten lifetimes.

Beta stood outside the Trump family wall for a while, wrote down the magic coordinates here, and turned around and left.

He returned to the city and continued to collect information. It was a strange thing to walk around the caster city. Many nobles knew that Beta was good at leaving the banquet last night, leaving a bad impression on everyone.

Many nobles usually like to drink and chat in some quality places outside, and they also like to sit by the balcony and look down at the civilians below, walking around like ants, working hard and struggling for life.

They are high above them, which will give them a sense of pleasure that they seem to be a god.

Beta walked on the street and fell into the eyes of many interested nobles.

The sarcastic eyes fell on Beta one by one.

As a master-level strongman, Beta naturally felt the sight of these people. As he walked, he suddenly stopped and looked at the second floor on his right.

It was a very luxurious tavern. On the balcony on the second floor, there were several nobles, both men and women. One of the young nobles was the most elegant. He looked at Beta and seemed to see a clown.

After reading the man's eyes, Beta smiled. He jumped up gently and jumped directly to the balcony on the second floor.

The women screamed in fear and jumped up and left the table, while the men all stood up and looked at Beta with some dissatisfaction.

Beta ignored the others, but walked directly to the young man who looked the most arrogant and looked down on Beta.

"Your Excellency, your behavior is really rude." The young man's tone was calm, but his expression was a little arrogant: "It's hard to resemble. A person like you would be a magician or even a lord."

But Beta gently pressed the other person's shoulder, and the other person's face changed drastically, as if he had eaten shit, and sat back to his seat.

At this time, the others reacted and accused Beta of being rude.

However, Beta's face darkened. The noble temperament and talent and master-level mental power surged out directly. Within a radius of 100 meters, it became silent. Then the pedestrians on the street ran away and became a mess.

The young nobles on the balcony were so scared that they sat on the ground and shivered.

Beta always felt that the nobles in this world were very strange. They knew that strength was the foundation of everything, but they often had some idiots who couldn't help but provoke people who were better than themselves.

For example, these young people in front of you who don’t know how high the sky is.

Although Beta is proud, he also knows how to judge the situation and works hard to make himself stronger.

But what happened to these people? They thought that relying on their identities, they could despise professionals who were better than themselves? Or did they think this is their own country, and Beta, a foreigner, dare not cause trouble here?

The momentum pressure comes quickly, and naturally goes quickly. To deal with these young people who have no strength, the master-level power pressure is really too much. Beta is afraid that they will leave some psychological sequelae if they are out of time.

The young man sat in his seat and struggled to stand up lightly, but Beta's hand pressed against him like a mountain, making him unable to move at all.

He asked in a fierce voice, "What do you want to do?"

But Beta asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Lunn Momm."

Listening to the sound that was almost coming out of the teeth, Beta smiled with satisfaction, and then continued to ask, "What's the origin?"

"My father is the Sheriff of Perth City..." The young man named Lun knew very well that this identity would definitely not be able to suppress the noble caster in front of him, so he continued: "My grandfather is Earl of Coasell, has several large territories, and is also a real power figure in our Senland. If you don't want to cause diplomatic disputes, you'd better apologize to me."

"Haha, apologize?" Beta gently patted the other party's head, as if an elder was encouraging his juniors: "Why should I apologize to someone who looks down on me and even wants to mock me?"

"Because I am a nobleman." Lun said grimly, "and here is Senland, but you are an outsider. If you beat a nobleman in our territory, the crime is not so easy to be reasonable."

"So, you have to apologize to me and pay a price, otherwise I will let my grandfather engage in political negotiations with Holeven. I don't think you can afford to undermine the relationship between the two countries."

So that's the case. The other party is making this idea. With this little political trick, he dares to offend and despise a professional.

Under normal circumstances, even master-level professionals would not dare to do anything in other countries. After all, the relationship between countries is very sensitive, and it is extremely difficult to end if they are not done well.

But the strange creature like the player is an exception. Players don’t care about the diplomatic relationship between countries in the game, and Beta is the top level of the pyramid among players.

He is indeed a nobleman of Holevin now, but in essence, his recognition of Holevin is not very high, and he has no interest in whether the relationship between the two countries is hostile.

And now, he just wants to complete the epic tasks in his task list.

He was worried about not knowing how to find out the truth of the Trump family. Now a guy hit him at the gun. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity, he would be worthy of the name of "player".

"Lunn Momm?"

Beta looked at him with a smile. A young nobleman next to him secretly hid a stick and was behind him. Seeing Beta's back to him, he felt malice in his heart. He was rushing forward less than two steps, but saw Beta look back at him. The young nobleman who was planning to attack suddenly fell to the ground and trembled all over.

"Then do you know who I am?"

"It's important who you are?" Seeing the scene just now, Lun had a bad premonition in his heart, but his noble dignity did not allow him to put down his head and apologize to those he had just laughed at: "You must know that this is Perth City in Senland, not your Holeven."

From the perspective of Senland, Lun is a great young man who does not bow his head and strives to preserve his national character when encountering the "evil forces".

But the problem is that, many times, the relationship between countries does rely on strength to speak, but Beta is very strong and brave.

"It's true that this is not Holeven, but the more I do, the more relaxed I will be. For example, do you know who I am?"

"A spellcaster? and noble?"

Lun felt more and more uneasy in his heart.

"I have always disliked talking like this. After all, I am suspected of pretending to be laughed at." Beta shrugged helplessly: "But when I meet an idiot like you, I can only tell you my identity."

Lun narrowed his eyes and said stubbornly, "Then say, I'll listen, but you'd better not make me laugh."

"First of all, I am a spellcaster, master."

Lun's eyes glared, and his pupils were already a little panicked.

"In addition, I'm still a lord."

Lun's expression was already a little ugly.

"In the end, I am still the Archbishop of the Woking Temple."

There are only three things. If people are hit too much, they will have some resistance after all. At this time, Lun calmed down: "How do I know if you are telling a lie?"

"The city lord knows my identity, and I think there are a small number of people in this city who know my identity. I didn't give the city lord a good look at it at the banquet last night. Did you see him doing anything to me? Anyway, it's a young man like you who is very brave."

Lun was silent for a while. He looked at the scared companions around him and smiled bitterly, "Okay, I am really too idiotic and too bold. I have accepted this lesson. Your Excellency, how can you let me go?"
Chapter completed!