How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 112

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat Episode 112

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Hundreds of transport ships docked at the riverside wharf.

Beyond the wharf was a gate made of large stones, and soldiers and administrators were running out of it, their eyes blazing with greed.

“Archduke Severic. What is this? Don’t we still have a long way to go north to reach your territory?”

The answer came back to Lord Rsenah, not to Severic.

It would be rude to snap at him and say, "That's not what I was asking you in the first place," but I couldn't do that.

“If you go further north, you will pass through a wide swamp and then the river will connect again.”

“It’s a similar case to the lake we passed on our way here.”

Because Severic's face was distorted after hearing the story about the toll.

“Yes, that’s right. The problem is that the swamp is so shallow that a transport ship can’t pass through it.”

“There must have been other transport ships that came down from the north as well. How did they get here?”

Lucena said, sticking close to Severic.

“An empty stomach is light and can pass through a swamp.”

"then……?"

“Yes. After transporting the grain by land, we have to go around and pass through the swamps and then load it back onto the ships we came from.”

… … It seems that Jaylilith didn’t say he would dig the canal for nothing.

It was even more surprising that no imperial emperor had yet dug a canal.

“And now that lord’s son is demanding a toll?”

“I think so.”

I lowered the small boat and called Tentia and Rudy.

I guess I'll have to wait and see how much it costs.

It is the right of a lord to charge a toll on anyone passing through his land.

Even though Severic and I were archduke, no, we had to respect them even more because we were archduke.

“If you don’t get out of the way, I’ll kill you all!”

We defeated the customs collectors who had come rushing to the dock and advanced to the gate.

Nothing happened except that a tax collector tried to pickpocket Rudy and twisted his wrist.

The knight at the gate heard that two archducks had come and ran out in a hurry.

“The gracious Count Delusiato demands 10% of the cargo as toll.”

“… … .”

Is this a lord or a bandit leader?

Even the leader of the bandits wouldn't harm anyone like this.

They made a fuss, tying people to the sails so that not a single ship would be taken when they came, but they could not hand over the goods for several dozen ships.

I frowned openly, and Severic's face hardened.

The knight continued speaking urgently.

“Instead, you said you would not charge me for the use of the wharf and the wagons on the other side of the estate. It would take a lot of time just to arrange for the wagons to transport this much grain. Since you are saving me that time, it is by no means a bad deal.”

I said with a laugh.

“You’re not saying this is a losing deal? How on earth do you count the numbers? Do you know what the price of grain is these days?”

The knight's own eyes were also shaking.

In fact, it was a great feat for anyone to remain sane in front of Severic.

But he gritted his teeth and blocked our path as if he had been ordered by the lord to bring us grain.

“I just do what I’m told.”

I winked at Sir Tentia.

“Your Majesty. Turn this den of thieves into a flat land.”

“!”

At the appearance of the platinum knight serving the emperor, a country knight without even a full plate armor, let alone one with an armor engraved with sorcery circuits, let out a sigh.

Then Severic raised a hand absentmindedly.

“Archduke Valencian. It’s okay.”

“What do you mean? Nothing is okay!”

“If the royal family were to build a canal, it would be built here. No, it would definitely be built here.”

“!”

“Even if the royal family provides some financial support, there is no way a count from a remote area could undertake such a grand project.”

"so?"

“This is grain that will eventually go towards digging a canal to our north. I’ll be happy to pay.”

He seemed to be looking at the poor people camped outside the gate.

Lucena grabbed the back of her neck, and Tentia supported her.

I thought I heard the sound of a pair of glasses cracking.

I flatly denied that.

“No. It will all go into the pocket of Count Delusiato. The canal work will not be done in the spring because they are planting, in the summer because they are farming, in the fall because they are harvesting, and in the winter because the ground is frozen.”

Before returning, it was one of my jobs to behead those lords who appeared like that.

“It’s as plain as day. If you’ve come this far, isn’t it still the North? You’re not grateful for being protected from demons and foreign objects, but you’re being arrogant when you try to eat my spine.”

The knight stood in front of me with an expression on his face like he was about to faint.

I hit the player before he could even open his mouth.

“Your Majesty! Take me to your lord, Archduke Severic. Please wait here for a moment. I will definitely conclude the negotiations.”

Lucena looked at me with a strange expression that was a mixture of relief and anxiety.

Archduke Severic asked me.

“Archduke Valencian. Do you intend to bargain like a merchant?”

“No, Archduke Severic. I will negotiate like a knight.”

“You want to negotiate like a knight?”

“You have to beat him until he begs you to negotiate. That’s how I stopped the evil plans of the Ivory Tower elders, so it will work this time too.”

"yes?!"

A crack appeared on Severic's face.

* * *

Count Delusiato's city, Delusion, was a large city with a population of 80,000.

Although they could not compare to the splendor of the Soletaraon or the grandeur of Freuheit, the buildings made of rough stone had a unique romanticism.

Because of their proximity to the north, where Severic was, there was no need to engage in war with large groups of demons.

Because it was located next to a river and safety was guaranteed, many merchants gathered there.

The lords rarely interfered with the merchants as long as they paid their taxes, and the military power of the fief depended on a small number of elite knights.

'You've got a lot of knights. You'll probably spend most of your territory's income there. You don't look down on Mu, do you?'

Valencian figured it out as he entered the city and headed toward the baronial palace.

“Valencianus Soletaraon Soletarato wishes to meet Count Deluciato.”

“Ha, now you dare to claim to be royalty… … a Platinum Knight?”

The merchants who came to offer bribes and the mansion's butler who dealt with them were shocked at the sight of Tentia in full plate armor.

The butler kicked out the merchants waiting in line and led the three into the reception room.

As soon as Valencian saw the scene in the reception room, he knew something was wrong.

'He's a quick-witted guy.'

Four knights, wearing coats of plate and armed with swords and maces, and the lord himself wearing a breastplate under his flowing silk robes.

Although he had gained weight, he was tall and had a strong frame, and his eyes had the sharpness of a gun that he had learned from dealing with merchants.

It was ridiculous to bring four armed knights to meet the Archduke.

Valencian sat with his long legs crossed and thought.

'I think we can communicate well.'

“It’s Valencianus.”

“I am Igor Delusion Delusiato. Your Highness.”

“It seems like we both know everything. We’ll talk faster.”

“I think so too. Your two honorable and dignified Highnesses will protect my honor when they enter my city.”

“Yes. Don’t worry. I have brought a plan that won’t harm either of our honor.”

His bear-like eyes lit up with interest.

“What is that?”

“You are showing your lord’s generous mercy. By reducing or exempting tolls for the Northern Princes who fight to protect the Empire and your lands. … … The rumor will spread like this.”

"yes?"

“Of course, the truth is quite different.”

“If that is true, then Your Majesty’s honor will be greatly damaged, right?”

He was a man with a good way with words.

Valencian shrugged his shoulders and answered cheerfully.

“I’m already so hurt that I can’t hurt myself any more.”

“If you were caught and beaten while trying to blackmail a country earl, I think you would be quite hurt.”

Our eyes met.

He was smiling on the outside, but his face was so high up in the air that it seemed as if his true nature was filled with anger.

Valencian uncrossed his legs and muttered.

“Shall we check?”

The next moment, Rudy pulled out two pistols from his waistband.

Behind the square glasses, his green eyes shone dizzyingly.

Taaang! Taaang! Taaang! Taaang!

It was a clean rapid fire without a single wrist shake.

The knights here also had magic circles engraved on their breastplates, such as reinforcement and weight reduction, but they were not of such high quality that they could repel magic bullets like the armor of Marquis Sigmain.

“What is this… … magic!”

“Ugh!”

They staggered in pain as if they had been hit hard in the head with a fist.

Then Tentia flew away.

Phew!

It was the sound of steel boots kicking an unhelmeted head.

“There are four of you, so don’t blame me too much!”

One of the knights fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

Valencian overturned the marble table over Igor and jumped on it.

"crazy!"

Then, when an unexpected situation arose, he cheerfully spouted off six-letter words.

“Ugh!”

Irgor held on to the table and even caught Valencian's leap.

As a descendant of a giant, he possessed strength far surpassing that of ordinary people.

“It’s lighter than you thought?”

He said, throwing a table weighing several hundred kilograms into the air.

Valencian quickly rolled over and escaped being crushed between the ceiling and the table.

Irgor rushed towards the falling Valencianus with both hands in front.

It was a northern martial art that combined striking and judo.

Once caught, he could break the waist of anyone.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were three loud bangs.

A table fell from the ceiling, smashing the floor, and Irgor tackled Valencianus.

Kkwaddudduk!

Valencian was pushed against the wall, hitting his back hard and groaning.

“Ugh!”

The moment Irgor grabbed his body with a victorious smile and was about to use his technique, he felt a sizzling pain in both his hands.

“A flame that burns like a furnace.”

Valencian's clothes, which had been reciting the spell, were as hot as burning coals.

“What kind of nonsense is this!”

Originally, it was a magic used by northerners to catch ice golems or to use it on swords or harpoons.

It was amazing to know that, but it was even more amazing to know that you could use it on clothes.

It was because he had received the liquid 'metal' armor 'Aquateg' that was being prepared for mass production and fed it to his uniform, but for Irgor, who didn't know about it, it was something that would make him go crazy and jump around.

Valencian smiled sadistically at him.

“A flame that embraces you wholeheartedly.”

A wisp of flame flew up like a butterfly and covered Irgor's face.

The temperature was controlled so that it wouldn't burn the giant's skin, but it was enough to suffocate him.

Irgor wiped his face in confusion, but the flames went out and then flared up again.

The magic of the royal family did not subside so easily.

“They say that Lord Tentia can hold her breath for 30 minutes. How long can you hold your breath?”

Even with the temperature controlled, fire was still fire.

Holding your breath in still water is a completely different thing than holding your breath while your face is on fire.

Irgor wanted to shout out that it was true, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the fire would spread to his mouth too, so he couldn't say a word.

Valencian smiled splendidly, his white uniform heating up even more.

“Let’s keep hanging out together.”

Valencian, clad in a burning garment, walked towards the count, who was suffocating and suffering.

* * *

“As a mark of respect and admiration for the Septentrios family, who protect the North from foreigners and demons 365 days a year, I hereby waive all tolls except for the cost of hiring wagons. In the event that a canal is built in the future, the fleet of the Northern Grand Duke will also receive half-price tolls on the canal.”

Deluciato declared in front of Severic.

Somehow, a charred smell was rising, as if it had been burned.

The sailors shouted and began loading sacks and crates of grain onto the wagons.

As Irgor ran away, Severic asked Valencian in a small voice.

“What on earth did you do to deserve this?”

“The imperial family promised to shoulder 70% of the cost of building the canal. He originally thought it would be 50-50. He also promised that the remaining half of the budget, 10%, would be used to help refugees.”

“Your Majesty… is that okay?”

Severic looked at Valencian's neck and asked.

Valencian replied with a hearty laugh.

“We had originally planned to budget for 75%.”