For the Japanese, titles are completely unimaginable. Since ancient times, the Japanese people have only had various classes of Bushido and official positions among the ministers. As for this title, it seems to be the patent of the Emperor.

As soon as Hitotaro said that he had been awarded a title, the three of them subconsciously thought about the nobles and asked in surprise, "Granting a title? The Prime Minister named you a general and even the city lord Daming, because you are a warrior! How could you be awarded a title?"

"Impossible!" The three of them screamed like a wild cat stepping on their tails.

Hitotaro let out a long sigh and nodded, "It's hard to imagine? But this is the fact. Among the sixth and eighteenth grades, I am a third-class count, and I am already considered a middle-high title!"

"The Count has fief gold, the power to form his own small guard, and turn back to have his own Count's mansion..." Hitotaro became more and more excited as he spoke. He suddenly stood up and pointed at the broken house and shouted.

"I remember that I was just a trot under Eagle, and I didn't even count as a thug. I had to work in vain every day to pay back the usury loan shark that I would never know forever..."

"I was beaten and scolded, I was scolded by you as a bad gambling man, and even Ejarao even tried to bully my sister! What was I at that time? I was just an orphan who was worse than a wild dog! I was just a pile of mud..."

Today, Hitotaro wanted to vent all the darkness in his heart. After following the Prime Minister for more than three years, he never dared to return to this sad place, and even without any need, he was too lazy to pass by the hillside, a place where he grew up in childhood.

There are so many memories of his suffering here that he dare not look directly at him, so he can only choose to hide. He is afraid of the eyes of the people here. Whenever the villagers here bow to him or bow to him, they clearly know that they are all kind-hearted eyes, envious eyes, and pride eyes...

But Hietaro still couldn't escape the shadow of inferiority in his heart. Those eyes made him feel uncomfortable. He just felt that everyone was laughing at him, everyone was whispering, and everyone was rumbling through his past unbearable memories.

Hidetaro once secretly told his godfather Xiao Letian that this is a mental illness and he should be more sunny and proactive in facing it.

My godfather was right, and Hinaro also felt that this was a disease and needed to be cured! But it sounds very simple, but it was difficult to do it when it was his turn.

Until today, he finally mustered up the courage to return to the sad place he had back then. He wanted to use the glory of the title to destroy the memories of inferiority in the past. If he wants to be reborn, he must first return to the place where he fell.

In the thousands of years of civilization history of human beings, aristocrats have always been a class on the top of the pyramid. Human beings’ worship of aristocrats has been imprinted in their blood. Not to mention the Middle Ages, even in the 21st century, people still maintain a respectful attitude towards the aristocrats left by certain countries.

In people's lives, we can still see the influence of aristocratic culture. If you open a restaurant and decorate it better, you dare to say what kind of aristocratic enjoyment you are, get a gold card in the VIP, and even talk about the nobles' respect!

If you open a bottle of red wine, you will feel that this is the favorite brand of the British and French royal family. You will feel that you are too embarrassed to wear leather boots. This is made by the top Italian craftsmen, and European nobles all wear it.

This has been the 21st century, and the aristocratic plots in human bones have not been completed, let alone the 19th century.

In the hearts of people like Hitotaro, the aristocrats were no less than a purification of their own bloodline. It was like a whole body hemodialysis. The blood of the untouchables made Xiao Letian's aristocrat's bloodline suddenly turn into a mythical aristocrat's bloodline.

Don’t mention the idea of ​​the Chinese order abolishing the divine authority of the monarchy, and don’t mention the new rules of decreasing the three generations. In the minds of ordinary people, they still use past values ​​to view the problem.

Hitoro was spinning like a trapped beast on the tatami, his mouth was flying, and he was venting all the depression in his heart!

"...I should thank this place. This is not my place of suffering, this is my blessed land! It is here that I met my godfather and the prime minister..."

"I should be even more grateful to Ehararo and those who insulted me. Without their humiliation, I would not have been a member of the new world. I would have followed Ehararo to make trouble with Ehararo, and finally let the Prime Minister clear the Zhengdian punishment!"

"Suffering is my benefactor, this is my blessed land! Do you know the blessed land..."

The two guys with poor legs and feet were already kneeling on the tatami, with their foreheads pressed against them and their bodies trembled all over and did not dare to make any sound.

Only the shopkeeper with broken hands could hold on. Although his knees were kneeling, his waist was still straight, and his eyes could still look at Hitoro.

After venting for more than twenty minutes, until the sky was bright outside, until the neighbors around watched, and even some were kneeling down to the Lord's salute, Hidetaro gradually calmed down from his hysteria.

With a click, a genuine leather money bag was thrown on the tatami. There were at least hundreds of dragon-patterned silver coins in it, and there were rolls of banknotes in the gaps in the rope.

"I have lost my composure. There is a reward of more than 20,000 yuan here. You can take it and decorate this store! I will come to you often drink when I have time in the future... After all, you represent my past life!"

Hinaro's mental illness was finally cured, and the aristocratic halo on his head could transform all his past suffering and shame into legends in the mouths of all people.

"Han Xin was humiliated by the crotch, but he was finally granted the title of marquis! The ancients could do it, why can't I do it?" Hitotaro smiled and walked out of the tavern with a sunny face. A group of villagers and neighbors knelt down at the door.

The shopkeeper with broken hands looked at the heavy money bag on the tatami, and his expression became ferocious. He muttered softly, "Why? Why is this?"

Just as Hitotaro was about to walk out of the tavern gate, the shopkeeper broke his hand suddenly moved. He raised his foot and stepped on the rib-cut scabbard on the tatami, pulled out the rib-cut with his only left hand, and a cold light rushed to Hitotaro to stab him.

"Baga! The bad gambling warrior... go to die!" His facial features were distorted and deformed as he roared.

"General, be careful..." The crowd exclaimed. Hitoro almost subconsciously avoided the evil wind behind him, and then drew his sword with his backhand, and the famous sword of Kiku Yizi was unsheathed.

Even Hitoro did not look back, waved his hand back with one hand, and the Hanguang Blade drew an arc and slashed towards the evil wind.

This is purely an intuition practiced on the battlefield, a real killing sword technique, and not a skill that can be honed by competition in the temple.

"Yeah!" With a muffled groan, a hole was cut in Hoshitaro's left rib uniform, and an inch-long wound was exposed. The wound was not too deep, and it only hurt the skin.

Note: Xinjing is weak and ask for a sentence... It's the end of the month, and this month will pass in a few days. Can Xinjing ask for the official subscription of the main website?

Too fewer, this month's subscriptions are much less than last month! I don't know what happened, the book group, didn't the WeChat group react strongly to the recent chapters? But why don't you look at the genuine version...

Half the sales are missing! It's so bad...

Why is sales worth more than ten yuan a day? This is so disappointing... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!