Farik and I came to Dunholder. Looking at the sturdy castle of black rocks, I couldn't help but sigh. In my impression, if Dalaran is gorgeous, Lordaeron is majestic, and Stormwind is solemn, then he gives people the feeling of being honest.

Although this place is inferior to those royal cities in general, it is enough for a lord to have such a city to earn him enough face. If we talk about the city building alone, then the owner of the castle, Edras Blackmore, is definitely a very capable person.

In fact, according to some laws that restrict the lord, he had already suspected of overstepping his authority by building such a castle. But he had sufficient reasons to explain why he did this. That was because there was a huge orc detention center next to him...

"If the orc riots in the orc shelter, I must ensure the safety of my people."

I still remember how General Adras Blackmore explained that he had built such a castle in order to allow my father to have the same kind of castle. Perhaps he found a very good reason, but my father didn't care what he wanted to build, but just imply that he would not pay for his plan and let him build it, that is, he would not give him a dime to help. He paid it entirely.

But the problem of funding did not affect the lord. He had his own set of things. With his own mind and means, he built such a magnificent castle through other means without the support of the royal city. For this reason, the father was very satisfied, so he did not care about others' exposure of some of his overrepresentation in the construction, because he did not increase taxes on the people, nor did he ask for money from the country.

Speaking of money, don’t say we are greedy for money, because the alliance is now stretched, and the reason is the problem of orc prisoners of war and shelters.

Orc shelter has always been a huge financial expenditure of the alliance. The money and food they consumed have exceeded half of the entire alliance. But here, the largest orc shelter center, did not ask the government for a copper plate. Because the lord here is not like other lords, he completely uses the prisoners in it as coolies. He will always find their most suitable position to squeeze the full value of their life existence. For example, building castles and some facilities are all made of orcs in cages.

And I have no worries about exhausting these coolies, because the shelter contains slaves. Someone once reported this to my father, but it was soon left unresolved. After all, if the country could be less money, it would be understandable to die the prisoners of several tribes. Now someone has put forward new impeachment opinions, such as the lord built a coupe, which is publicly staged every day, with the fight between prisoners, orcs, trolls, ogres and beasts, which seriously violates the spirit of humanity.

And this time, the reason why I was sent here by my father was to deal with the whistleblower's mouths so that he could show that he valued the objections about Lord Blackmore's actions. Of course, I understand what the father meant, and his purpose was to make that lord pay a little tax, it would be even better.

But as for what the outcome will be, let’s see what’s going on.

"Your Highness, you can see," Lord Adras Blackmore said at the dinner table that welcomed me: "Gladiator can make the country more profitable. And the operation of these facilities is very cautious and will not allow any orcs to escape and threaten the safety of the people."

"But you didn't give the country a penny," I pretended to be righteous and answered to him: "This is purely a personal benefit to you."

"The shelter has been expanding, and the prisoners are still increasing. I have to guarantee that I have to have sufficient funds to prepare for the response. Blackmore replied to me in a flattering manner, obviously, he still hopes to find a reason not to let me touch his interests. "You know that other shelters are constantly asking for money from the Royal City, and I will never ask for money from the Royal City even in distress."

He glanced at his ministers. These guys who were singular in the face kept saying how difficult and sad they were. Some even swear that they would not ask for charity from the country even in difficulties, which made me sound like they wanted to vomit them. And one by one they didn't give me a chance to open my mouth at all.

Now I finally realized the sinister political situation. But even if their mouths are powerful, there are still time to rest, and finally at the end, I expressed my thoughts.

"30% of the total tax!"

When I told my conditions, they all turned their attention to their lord. I don't know how this lord arranged it for them.

Blackmore smiled at me and said to me in my ear. "Or what if you pay half of your total amount, I will pay 20% of the tax."

Although I felt bored with his attitude, especially with the smell of alcohol on his body sprinting my nose, I felt that it was necessary to trade with him. After all, he also gave me enough face, such as letting me be the first time I became an imperial envoy to fulfill my mission. And he also got the sweetness in my transaction. So I also quietly said to him.

"Of course, if my men and I can have fun with you."

Blackmore smiled sly, and his white teeth appeared under his neat goatee. It seemed that he was sincerely excited to us, or that he was thinking that he could continue to live a happy life after making friends with me, the prince, and I also wanted this lord to continue to serve me while getting benefits, although my request was completely nonsense.

He should know that I believe in the Way of Holy Light and the hatred of inhumanity. After the sermon just now, I have guessed that his bottom line should be that he should not be given any crime. However, now, especially after I said that whisper to him, his worries seemed to disappear. Perhaps he now thinks that I am just like him, and I am a decent person with a name.

But again, my bottom line is not taxation, and even said that I don’t have a bottom line, I just want to see his legendary orc ‘slave’.

"I heard that you have an orc gladiator named Thrall, and a lot of rumors about him."

When I made this request, I found that I seemed to be talking to Lord Blackmore and his ministers. They completely changed their faces like dead father just now. They talked to me about their views on the warrior.

“He’s very strong.”

"He will win every game!"

“He is a money-making machine.”

At this moment, the lord spoke, obviously he understood that I didn't want to hear rumors about him.

"Sar was not arranged to play today, but for the sake of your prince, I will give him the most powerful opponent I can find to stage a few wonderful games."

I smiled at his answer, and I knew that people who were flattering like this always had the ability to observe their expressions and expressions.

When Blackmore saw that I was satisfied, he smiled even bigger. "Cheers for the arrival of the distinguished guests." Then everyone raised their glasses.

Although I didn't want to toast to him, just to make this lord able to satisfy my requests readily. I have no reason not to respect this host. But just as I was about to swallow the wine, a girl came into my sight.

It was a young girl in maid outfit, and he came to exchange for new soup for us. As for his appearance, I was deeply surprised: he was a head of gold, simple dress, and had a natural and charming face. Although his temperament was a little inferior, his graceful figure always reminded me of my love. If he lived in a noble or an ordinary family, he would definitely have a boy who loved him, but...

"Come on, female slave, come here." Blackmore probably because of the alcohol and his external effects just now, he completely threw away his disguise and restored his true nature.

The girl walked into the vulgar lord without hesitation and let his hands touch any part of her body. Although there was joy on her face, I could feel the sadness in his heart.

"No!" I shouted loudly when I saw this scene and stood up. Then my friends also drew out their own swords. I believe that my Paladin friends would have long been disgusted with it in such an occasion.

The sudden draw of the sword surprised everyone present. His guards were also at a loss because if they wanted to aim their sword at me, they would be disrespectful to the kingdom, but if they did not resist, they would be disloyal to the lord, so they showed some hesitation. Although he did not choose to resist, I understood that if there was a real trouble, we would not have good results, but I had no reason to let the girl with such a look let this beast ruin it.

My behavior woke the lord up. Fortunately, he was knowledgeable and thought about what he did to offend me. He was also very smart and knew that today's big things would not bring him any good results, especially because of a worthless maid.

"She's Theresa Foxton," Blackmore thought to me and explained, and his hands let go of her, even showing respect for her. "She's the daughter of my housekeeper Tamis, and maybe I forgot that he looks very much like a little princess."

"Yes! That's not an ordinary princess. So please..." I don't know how he met Jaina, but in order to resolve the matter peacefully, I can only say that, and I have to pretend to scold my "reckless" friends.

"I understand very much...my little prince." Then they and his ministers smiled lewdly, as if they had completely forgotten the unhappiness just now.

Theresa quickly smiled back to me, then looked elsewhere with a pretentious look, packed up the plate, curtsy and left. Maybe she didn't want to be the object of tension. However, his departure did not block their smiles.

"Gold girls," he said in a humming tone of a male cat.

I turned to look at the figure of Theresa leaving, and it seemed that I remembered the memory of her identity in my mind. He should be Thal's true lover.

In this way, we continued our feast, but in my heart I hoped that such a disgusting party would end quickly.
Chapter completed!