For example: Let everyone think I am a kind nobleman.

The theory "kill all the disobedient guys, and the rest are honest" has a very market in the aristocratic circle. But the Marquis of Boswell knew that doing so would cost a lot. Just maintaining the army and armed forces, the related expenses were not a small amount, and those "disobedient guys" were actually their own leaders. In other words, even if they didn't like their lords, they would spit on the ground and scold them when there was no one... But in the final analysis, when tax officials and soldiers came to their doors, they had to honestly empty their wallets, take out grains, cheese, dried fruit, cured meat and wine from the warehouse, and pay taxes according to the rules they set.

As long as you get real benefits and can raise taxes from below, it is actually no big deal to be scolded.

After all, it is a problem of logical thinking transformation.

Regarding the two completely opposite things of "killing" and "tax collection", the Marquis of Bosville chose the latter.

Anyone with a normal mind doesn't like to be scolded.

The Marquis had a headache about this.

Therefore, in the face of the multiple-choice questions of "killing people to silence" and "pleasing the people", he also chose the latter.

He set his birthday as a festival in Jean-Quarter.

On this day, in the family-run city Jeanke (the same name as the county), the Marquis spent a lot of money to create a joyous atmosphere, decorating various buildings with brightly colored fabrics and ribbons, all the walls were painted, and various celebrations were held.

In the luxurious private room on the third floor of the arena, through the space half-covered by the curtains on the side, Elizabeth saw the old Marquis of Bosville walking into the box next door surrounded by a group of guards and relatives. She quickly stood up from her seat, and together with Bertoniki beside her, the two of them held their skirts with their hands, bent down and knees, and saluted the Marquis with standard court etiquette.

The Marquis smiled slightly, raised his right hand and signaled to Elizabeth.

He likes this young girl very much.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s the old man’s good impression of young people, not the kind of liking that is easy to associate with intimate contact between men and women.

Earl Elpso is a newly rising nobleman. She has beautiful blonde hair and graceful appearance. Even the knowledgeable Marquis of Bosville thinks her figure is almost perfect. She wears a light blue dress that matches her, and is simple in style. The decoration is just a silver chain on her waist.

The key is the fabric, the extremely beautiful silk texture, and the fingers feel a wonderful and smooth texture. Everything shows that this long skirt is not cheap.

Looking at the beautiful figure who sat down on the chair after saluting in the side box, the old Marquis nodded in approval. He always believed that wearing clothes must be looked at. If a girl with a fat figure was changed, wearing that blue long skirt would be a joke. Not to mention whether she could fit it in for now, just the layers of fat that were spread between her waist and abdomen, it would make people feel chilled.

The thin left hand inserted into the pocket of her clothes and touched the diamonds in her pocket. The old Marquis smiled knowingly. The Countess Elpso was very sensible and had extraordinary insights beyond her youthful appearance. The birthday gift she gave herself was very precious, and this gem alone was worth two thousand gold pounds.

Her demand was not overstated, and reasonable: she hoped to obtain a trade permit from the Marquis to expand the business of the Elpso family to Jean-Quarter.

The goods she manages are very rich in white sugar, soft fur, fresh fish and meat, precious flowers and plants, and new styles of clothing... By the way, there is also a white powder that is expensive but has a strong refreshing effect.

In the Marquis' view, Elizabeth was more a businessman than a nobleman.

As long as he could bring taxes to himself, the Marquis would not feel disgusted with her.

But he was still observing the woman carefully.

Strictly speaking, Elizabeth is not particularly beautiful. The Marquis of Bosville has rich experience and has seen many beauties, but has never seen a female noble like Elizabeth who can maintain a graceful figure and strictly control her diet. Poetry works praise women's appearance, but few people know that true beauty comes from body shape. Even if a sow has a peerless face, how many men will take the initiative to lie down and lick its butt?

Even compared with the beauties in the king's harem, Count Elpso can still be regarded as a beauty!

This is the definition given to her by the old Marquis.

More importantly, she has no desire for her family.

Not anyone can get into the relationship between Marquis Bosville. Even if Elizabeth is rich, she can give diamond gifts worth thousands of pounds at will, and the old Marquis will not easily meet strangers.

She was very smart and found Bertoniki.

That was the seventh daughter of the Marquis, and the youngest and last-ranked family heir.

If Elizabeth first found her son, the old Marquis would not agree to any of her requests. It means that it is difficult for both parties to form a simple business cooperation relationship. It is very likely that what Elizabeth wants is the title itself. Beauty, plus wealth, is a powerful combination weapon in front of men, and few people can resist this temptation.

Bertoniki is different. Elizabeth will only become close friends with her at most, which completely relieves the old Marquis.

At this time, the horns rang, and countless cheers rang out of the arena. The noisy crowd stood up from the stands and threw petals and paper colored balls at the huge circular field directly in front of them.

The Gladiator entered the field.

The Marquis of Boswell spent a lot of effort on "pleasing the people".

Slave gladiators are divided into different types, the most common of which are white people. Slaves are widely sourced, bankrupt, gamblers who lose, criminals... Opera is so elegant that the nobles do not think that civilians are capable or qualified to appreciate them. Bloody real-life gladiators are more suitable for them. Anyway, there are too many humans. Since they cannot be consumed in war, they must be killed with reasonable and legal excuses, and at the same time bring fun to the living.

The price of variegated skinned gladiators is higher than that of whites, mainly because of the small number and difficulty in capturing. Most black and brown people live overseas, and there are also at the end of the southern part of the mainland. In those places, they are either cold or difficult to reach all year round. Only large-scale slave hunting teams can gain. These variegated people are strong in body and can fight one more than the other. Whenever they appear in the arena, they can always cheer the audience.

The most advanced gladiators come from the north of the continent, that is, north of the Dragon Lock Pass. They are real giants, with beautiful yellow skin, and are as powerful as wild beasts. They are very valuable. A strong giant slave is equivalent to a whole team of variegated slaves (more than ten, graded according to the specific situation). No one can understand their language, and these guys are difficult to control, but it must be admitted that they are the best warriors in the world and are fearless.

Four barbarians, two on two.

They were equipped with daggers and round shields, which were the basic weapons of the gladiators.

The mark on the left arm shows that they were once soldiers, belonging to the Loongguan garrison troops, were captured in the war and fell into such a situation.

The audience in the stands are becoming crazy, and countless sounds are gathered into an audio storm, which is nothing more than asking for an immediate fight to make the bet win.

"Why can't they think about who brought them happiness? The code... I paid for it. If I hadn't bought these giants back from the black-hearted gladiator merchants, would they have seen such a wonderful gladiator?"

The Marquis of Bosville frowned and muttered in a low voice. He complained in his sigh. The lively and noisy environment made him feel that he was still the object of support from the people, which in some sense relieved his dissatisfaction. The old man curled his lips, the eldest son sitting next to him nodded understandingly, and made a gesture. The captain of the guard immediately raised the spear in his hand and sent out a signal. The guards diagonally opposite the stands raised the hammer and beat the huge gong with force.

The fight began.

The dagger was inserted into the stomach, the shield smashed the opponent's eyes, the teeth bit someone else's shoulder, the fingers were clenched into the lips, and the tongue was tightly grasped, just like a fisherman catching a slippery loach and pulling it out of the mud hole.

The screams of death were completely overwhelmed by the chaotic screams in the stands. The internal organs were exposed to the hot sun. Some people were dug out their hearts, and some people's neck was cut off halfway. They screamed and refused to die. They pressed their left hand hard on their head that could be tilted at any time, and held the dagger in their right hand tightly and stabbed their opponent desperately.

Elizabeth's eyes were shining with coldness. She had no interest in the bloody and cruel killing, but had to pretend to be very excited.

She saw several men from the Bosville family smiled at her frequently, posing as handsome as possible.

Haha... they are very greedy for my body, and at the same time they are even more greedy for the gold pounds in my pocket.

Bertoniki liked watching gladiatorially. She shouted excitedly, occasionally taking out a beautiful and exquisite silver snuff bottle from her pocket, and occasionally leaning under her nostrils and sucking hard.

The promotion of Wangyou powder was very successful. According to Tianhao's instructions in the secret letter, Elizabeth diluted the high-purity products brought back by Stewart, diluted them with flour and powdered sugar, and the blending ratio was as high as 95%.

Despite this, this magical powder can still exert its power.

Bertoniki is a very good sales medium. She likes Wangyou fans very much. In just a few days, she has been widely publicized in her social circle, with hundreds of trial users.

All are nobles.

Elizabeth kept in mind Tianhao's instructions in the secret letter: to let Wangyou fans enter the upper class consumption circle as soon as possible, and not consider selling this medicine powder to the common people for the time being. If possible, let the king himself and even more royal members use Wangyou fans. The upward and downward effects are effective. As long as Wangyou fans become popular in the upper class, there is no need to worry about future sales.

The fight has reached the final stage.

All four giant slaves were fatally wounded and they lay on the ground and dying.

The gates on the south and north sides opened at the same time, and two teams of varied gladiators entered the field. The leader in the south held a dagger and cut off the head of the dying giant in order.

The bodies of these giant gladiators can also be sold for money, and are one of the important sources of wealth for gladiators merchants. Since when, white people have always believed that killing giants, then drying them, crushing them into powder, and mixing them in wine to take them is the world's highest magical medicine for strengthening the body. Especially in matters like men and women, it has magical special effects.

Elizabeth sat quietly, watching the slow and intentional actions of the black gladiator. It can be seen that he did not like giants, and he deliberately showed kindness in front of the audience. After all, the next step is the varied slave gladiator, and the audience is the key group that determines whether the winner can get freedom.

Soon, only the last dying giant was left.

"Get out!" he moaned and issued a monosyllable.

Elizabeth stayed in the fishing village of Rock City for a long time. She was familiar with this language and knew its meaning.

The black gladiator couldn't understand it. He grinned and inserted his dagger into the giant's shoulder with force, cutting slowly from the side. This could bring maximum pain, and death became a luxury.

"...Ah!" The giant's hands and feet were held down by other varied gladiators, unable to struggle, and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His last words were particularly terrifying.

"One day... my... our people... the gods... will... kill you all!"

He tried his best and burst into a violent roar.

The arena is cleverly designed, and sound waves can be transmitted to every private room in the VIP seat without being affected by the noise from the opposite audience.

Elizabeth was shocked, and the handsome and tall figure that had been long-awaited for appeared in front of her.

That is my master, my king.

The giant is dead.

The black slave gladiator carried his huge head around the field. His black and shiny face was full of pride, as if the bloody head represented great military achievements.

Bertoniki was also laughing. The effect of the Forget-Wuyou Fan was reflected in her. She smiled wildly and looked a little stupid.

"Dear, have you heard what the giant said before she died?" She hugged Elizabeth's shoulder, and "Prince" kept laughing: "It sounds so ugly, the pronunciation is so strange, it sounds like a pig's scream."

Elizabeth replied with a smile, his voice low and full of sarcasm: "You look like a hen now, the most despicable and the most debauchery."

"Is that so? Hahahaha... You're right, I'm a happy little hen, hahaha!" Wangyou fans disturbed their brains, and Bertoniki didn't understand what these words meant at all.

...

In the north of the mainland, the Niu tribe, Lei Niu tribe, and Leijiao City.

The coldest days have passed, the snow on the ground has begun to melt, and after a while, the weather will warm up in full.

Under the escort of a team of royal cavalry, the distinguished guests entered the city of Thunder.

Tianhao brought a group of officials of all sizes and sizes to welcome the second prince Niu Weifang into the hall.

When he received the letter from the great master, Tianhao was surprised. He had never expected Niu Weifang to come here to inspect.
Chapter completed!