How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 135

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 135

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Valencianus fought noisily against the incoming waves of knights and purifiers.

“Come on, you little shi*s!”

They threw down, snatched weapons and broke them, threw soldiers into the ceiling, and threw up a wall of fire to block the large number of people pouring in.

“You dare point a weapon at me, a member of the royal family?”

“Additional charges required!”

“This is the real Valencian.”

“See? You said all those rumors were true?”

“Priest! Please give me your blessing!”

The blessed Purification Corps soldiers rushed in, but he kicked the inside of their legs and knocked them down.

“Kwaaak!”

“This crazy, punk kid!”

“… … It’s creepy.”

“What are you guys doing! Aren’t all the cigarette smuggling criminals running away?”

As he said, the enemy masks, guards, and officers were leisurely running away.

But all the attention of the Purification Corps soldiers was focused on Valencian.

“Profit! You disgrace to the royal family!”

One of the knights rushed forward, shouting, but Valencianus instead put his neck in front of his sword.

“!”

Although the authority of the imperial family had fallen to the bottom, Valencian was a subtle exception.

He was the first royal to be appointed by the kinslayer Jaylilith, and was also the emperor's twin.

The paladin stopped his sword with a groan, and Valencian smirked as if he had expected that to happen and counterattacked.

“Just lie down for a moment.”

"evil!"

He turned the paladin's helmet around so that he couldn't see ahead, struck him on the temple with the broken spear, and tripped him up, knocking him to the ground.

The knight took off his helmet and stood up again.

"this……!"

“I knew it!”

At that moment, what caught his eye was Valencian smiling sadistically and picking up the bottle of wine that was on the table.

Pfft, and crunchy!

The bottle of wine broke and the dispirited knight lay on the floor.

“Hahahahahaha!”

“Catch him!”

“Tie it up!”

“Lift it up!”

After that, the Purification Corps soldiers rushed in with ropes, and Valencianus went wild, hitting the soldiers' hands with his fork.

“Ahh!”

“Who dares to touch my body!”

“On the topic of smugglers at the beginning of the year!”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

It took dozens of hands and dozens of ropes, and finally the Purification Corps soldiers succeeded in tying up Valencian and dragging him out of the casino.

By then, the red masks and executives had all long since disappeared outside the casino.

“They all ran away!”

“I found a secret passage, but it’s all filled with some strange gel-like substance and I can’t get out.”

“Eww!”

The priest in command of the raiding party cried out in indignation.

“Archduke Valencian! The Imperial Family must be held responsible for this matter! … … Huh? Where did you go?”

All that was left where he had been was a bundle of burned rope.

A mediocre seal could not stop the magic of the royal family who had mastered the dragon language.

“Have I missed everything? How can I face the saint like this?”

The priest covered his face in frustration, and the paladins groaned.

At that moment, the purification soldiers came up from below and said.

“I found the smuggled tobacco!”

“It seems like they left everything behind in their haste to escape.”

“It’s a huge amount. It’s piled up higher than I am in a large room.”

“!”

The sun rose again today, and people gathered like clouds in front of the cathedral and the palace.

In front of the palace, a herald from the Black Iron Knights held a trumpet with amplified voice magic, and in front of the cathedral, a priest held a trumpet with amplified voice magic.

“Rejoice, my people! The Black Iron Knights, together with the Church of Light, have subdued the smugglers and the encroachers.”

“The Swords of Light, together with the Black Iron Knights, last night… … .”

Basically, since the place was a market that became empty at night, there were no major casualties.

The tone of the proclamation on both sides was similar.

It was a story about the Paladins and the Black Iron Knights joining forces to catch smugglers and encroachers.

If there's one difference, the Black Knights focus a bit more on 'smuggling' and the Church on 'cigarettes', while the Church adds a story about the scoundrel prince Valencianus.

“We also tracked down smugglers and attacked a gambling house in the red-light district, where we confiscated enough illegal tobacco to fill a large room, and captured the Archduke Valencian on the spot… … .”

It's a difficult time for everyone because there's not enough to eat.

Meanwhile, when they heard that a member of the royal family was drinking with gamblers and dealing in smuggled tobacco, the people's anger reached its peak.

“Have you ever seen such a bastard in the world!”

“Even that guy is a member of the royal family!”

“I wonder why Your Majesty Jaylilith doesn’t cut that guy down… … The bond between blood relatives is truly terrifying.”

“In fact, isn’t that pitiful? Having a brother like that is such a piece of trash.”

“No matter what, I feel bad for the murderer of his own family.”

“No. That’s right. But I guess there must have been some corner of him that believed in it.”

“Oh, he’s still trying to talk. It’s a problem to leave him alone.”

The mere fact that he had such an older brother was enough to elicit sympathy for Jaylilith.

and.

“Saint, if we add the proceeds from the sale of the first cigarettes that came in this time, the numbers will be like this. I think we can buy a farm, support three more orphanages, and set up two more cafeterias.”

“Thank goodness. I’m really thankful.”

“The church raised funds through various activities such as selling new books… … .”

It was all Valencian's conspiracy.

* * *

[Hello. This is the 'Red Mask' of 'Hope'.

I hope you understand that my handwriting isn't very good because I'm being chased.

First of all, I would like to express my deep regret that our meeting ended in failure.

I am contacting you out of moral obligation because I feel like you may not be able to grasp the situation.

The church followed the priest who sent them that day.

All four believers died heroically, and the candle was destroyed by the Black Iron Knights.

The Paladins have also invaded my casino, 'Hope', and I am now barely escaping with my life.

If you help me recover my power, I will definitely be grateful… … (omitted).]

“I sent this, and they replied saying not to contact me again. It looks like their business with the capital’s red-light district will be cut off for a while.”

The red mask filled Valencian's goblet and separated the mask from below the chin.

Valencian clinked his glasses with her and laughed cheerfully.

“I’m glad it was handled so neatly. After all, working with you is the most comfortable.”

“It’s thanks to the VIP’s consideration for our circumstances.”

The Red Mask knew that Valencianus' expression would strangely relax whenever he said the word 'thanks'.

In a world where a single word can repay a debt of a thousand pieces of gold, there was no harm in telling him what he liked to hear.

He emptied his glass in one gulp and asked with inhuman yellow eyes.

“When will the New Year’s Eve business start? With Hope closed, your pockets will be empty.”

Her eyes curved pleasantly behind the mask.

From now on, I had to answer carefully.

Valencian didn't want her and the red-light district to get too big, but he also wanted to keep the smuggled tobacco market from being invaded by thugs, gangsters, and senators.

“For the time being, I will focus on understanding the market size and organizing personnel instead of releasing the quantity. After all, I need to make them more than half independent from me. My finances are fine. ‘Yeongmyeong’ has opened. It will remain in that place.”

This was the room where she briefed Valencianus, Barbatos, and Mateos on the operation.

All they did was change the sign from ‘Hope’ to ‘Dawn.’

Valencian had just written it down and made him say it out loud, so that he could not say things like, 'I have to get into the tobacco business myself because of my financial situation.'

'I told you there are no gaps.'

The red mask smiled as if it was tightrope walking and bowed its head with refined movements.

“Anyway, VIP. Thank you so much. Thanks to you, I survived this time too.”

I survived.

He said he didn't want anything more than that.

Valencian waved his hand and accepted the jewel box she offered him.

“What does that mean between us? Without you, my pockets will dry up too.”

He said that since he had filled his pockets well, it was okay to ask for a little more.

The red mask smiled brightly.

It was as expected.

Through her unique wit and insight, she gradually began to learn about the man named Valencianus.

He was not a scoundrel, nor was he merciful, nor was he particularly corrupt or greedy.

He was indifferent.

I didn't know why.

I still couldn't figure out why they would do this for things that were so indifferent.

But I knew the phenomenon.

His golden eyes were inhuman because he looked at everything around him as if it were not human.

The reason he wandered around and caused a ruckus was to create a situation where he didn't have to worry about his surroundings and everything would run smoothly on its own.

So, rather than managing the situation and location directly, he will seek out local collaborators.

In order to prevent a spiral of betrayal and purges, they chose those who had much to lose or who needed help, and put them on a long enough leash before letting them go.

'doesn't care.'

What she wanted was not the power or magic that Valencian was wary of.

She wanted money and the freedom to earn and spend it, and Valencian's leash on that was very, very long.

As long as she didn't get to the point where she could control the entire capital's economy, Valencian didn't care how much she earned.

So the Red Mask willingly accepted the leash that Valencian gave him.

'This time too, I almost died if I made a mistake. He is my chance after all.'

It wasn't a regular leash, but a thorn collar worn to protect the neck from wolves.

* * *

I rode in a four-horse carriage.

In the back was a cart full of jewels, silver and gold coins, and Rudy was sitting next to him.

“Mr. Valen. Did you finish your work well?”

She asked in a gentle voice.

I nodded, feeling as if I was about to cry.

After taking our seats, the carriage started towards the palace.

It's over.

Suddenly, the tension eased and my eyes started spinning.

Rudy grabbed my shoulder urgently and helped me lean back.

“Valentine! Are you okay? Coach! To the church… …!”

I said, unbuttoning another button of my shirt.

“No, Rudy. Let’s go home. Please.”

"yes yes."

“Would you listen to me and think of it as a novel? I’m so frustrated that I want to tell someone.”

Rudy nodded gratefully.

“Actually, I wanted to ask first, but I was hesitant because I was afraid of asking. Please tell me. I’m very curious.”

I poured out the words that were rising to my throat as if opening a floodgate.

“The Red Mask wanted to protect the casino while rejecting the demands of the invaders, the Church wanted to stop the smuggling of tobacco, and the Black Iron Knights wanted results.”

And I wanted to meet all three of these demands while also controlling the smuggled tobacco market and preventing something like this from happening again.

“You know we joined forces to stop the invaders and catch the smugglers.”

"yes."

But the real fight always begins after the fight is over.

“It was easy to take out the Black Iron Knights. We just caught the unsellable eroding tobacco and their useless minions, and they had enough of a track record.”

“So then the church and the red mask clashed over the smuggling market?”

Rudy's green eyes sparkled as he made his point.

“Yes. Besides, the Red Mask had to survive even against the invaders.”

"ah."

“So I decided to use the church. I was the bait, and the enemy vomited out half of the regular cigarettes he had brought that day.”

“Now that the church has destroyed the red mask, the corruptors have no need for her anymore.”

They needed the influence of the Red Mask and 'Hope' in the red-light district.

The fallen enemy mask had no intention of helping.

I nodded.

“Yes. That’s how you escape the eroders. The church has also confiscated a huge amount of tobacco, so it’s hard to believe they’re hiding more.”

In this way she was also out of sight of the church.

“I stopped the plot of the eroders and got my hands on the gold and influence in the market at the beginning of the year.”

“The saint’s trust.”

"huh?"

Rudy blurted out.

“That night the saint said that Valen looked different.”

"ah."

I thought about what I had said and done.

He hurled abusive language at the 100 people who could have been saved, ordered his knights to dig up human flesh like potato sprouts, and dragged the saint's wrist as he ran.

……world.

I feel like I'm going to be excommunicated.

I don't know what I was thinking when I said those things.

What's the point of bragging about being insensitive to human death, when you pretend to be so smart as if you're preaching the truth?

What I said may have been true, but it shouldn't have been the truth.

“… …I guess it probably looks worse.”