How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 169

How to live as a tyrant's spoiled brat, episode 169

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There are many things in life that we have to do even if we don't want to.

And the saint was in a position where he could not help but give his troops to help search for the eroder.

“We’ve received reports of an invasive species hiding in the area! Everyone, evacuate!”

“You never know when the psychic wave will strike. Everyone, cover your ears, crouch down, and run!”

It was a summer evening when the sky was turning navy blue and the sound of insects chirping could be heard.

The purifying troops led by Angelus and the magistrates borrowed from Barbatus by Valencian moved skillfully.

He had weapons and holy water hanging from his back and waist, a torch in one hand, and a club in the other.

Knock knock knock!

He knocked on doors with clubs to drag out those who had fallen asleep early, and searched for intruders by lighting up the alleys with torches.

Of course, not many of them knew that they had been recruited for a fraud.

“It seems like there are a few knights… … .”

“Concentrate!”

It was because the royal family was the one carrying out the fraud.

Valencianus intended to take this opportunity to solve all the problems that had been placed before him.

The first person I met was Jin, and he was the one who got me into this business.

“Jin. When there is space, the guards brought by the great lords will be stationed here until this fall. If there is an army right next to you, even the fiercest college students will cower a little. After that, we will build a building with many rooms so that you can use it as a college dormitory, so advertise it extensively and appease the complaints and buy time. Can you do it?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The second time I met Hardritan, he raised this issue and suggested a solution.

“Hardritan. When the High Lords bring their guards, they must be stationed in this open space. Make sure to secure as much space as possible.”

“Does it have to be this empty lot?”

“We can’t afford to see heavily armed troops stationed in front of the palace. The capital city has a small number of troops, so the guards and police officers are responsible for dealing with the problems caused by the citizens, while the knights are responsible for dealing with the invaders and high-ranking demons. There’s no way the great lords won’t put their thoughts into action, thinking, “Why don’t we give it a try?”

“Keep that in mind.”

The third was the solution brought by Angelus and Hadritan.

“Sword of Light, Angelus. Did the people send it out?”

“… … Yes. The purification soldiers were turned into external guards.”

“Smile, Angelus. Smile. You saved so many lives today. If you hadn’t moved, I would have been flying through the sky, dropping fireballs.”

“… … .”

Valencianus laughed as the rumor went and tapped Angelus on the back of his breastplate.

Very arrogant and cruel, but with a strangely passionate conviction shining inside his bright yellow eyes.

“Hardritan.”

“Ready.”

The Treasury moved the sheriffs, and the sheriffs moved the market gangs and construction guilds that they usually had under their control.

“Push.”

“You can’t get it out!”

“The wheels are alive here. The mobile storage facility is stretched out as far as it can go.”

They skillfully dismantled the warehouse buildings and leveled the streets.

A few hours later, the moon rose high in the sky.

“The wooden buildings are on the verge of collapse, and the stone and brick buildings are also heavily cracked. If they are not demolished immediately, it will be dangerous.”

The thugs and the construction guild leader came and reported.

Hardritan asked, pushing up his glasses.

“Why is that? The warehouse building can’t be that weak.”

“These buildings were not built for people to live in. The problems are the result of excessive renovation and expansion, such as cutting down pillars to put in beds and building structures that lean against pillars to build walls.”

Hadritan nodded and looked at Valencianus.

"grandee."

"okay."

Valencian walked out, buttoning up the hem of his white robe.

He looked down on everyone with an arrogant gaze, and raised a flame in his left hand.

“I guess it would be better to burn it down cleanly. The eviction of the residents is over, right?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The thugs and construction guild members bowed their heads.

Valencian walked among them and set fire to one of the wooden warehouses.

* * *

Jang was a porter who turned 33 this year.

He wanted to enter the academy and learn swordsmanship when he was young, so he borrowed a large amount of money for tuition and ended up filling out an application for admission.

However, he had no talent and eventually could not repay his debt.

To make matters worse, his parents died of an infectious disease, leaving him with only his four younger siblings and a huge amount of debt.

He left home in frustration and became a gangster on the streets of learning, but that didn't last long.

He failed to become a knight with only evil and brute force, and he could not survive in the arena where evil-possessed sword users and third-rate magicians clashed.

After being beaten up for being a clumsy thug, he crawled back to the house he had once run away from.

“Hyung? You’re my hyung, right?”

“Brother?”

The two younger brothers worked as porters at the docks, and the two younger sisters worked as maids in other people's houses.

That day, he cried and changed his mind and stopped being a gangster.

He went to the canal wharf with his two younger brothers and started working as a porter.

As I started to faithfully repay my debts, the loan sharks' demands gradually subsided.

Even in such a situation, he still had the desire to become a swordsman, so he would not stay still when his fellow porters tried to steal his luggage.

A porter was stopped from stealing high-quality tobacco.

It was a bribe that the upper class had hard earned to offer to a nobleman.

The boss made a big deal with that bribe, and he didn't forget Jang who helped him keep that bribe.

The top stock gave a bonus equal to the value at the beginning of the year.

The debt was paid off and my sisters stopped working as maids.

Although it used to be a warehouse, he bought a house, got married, opened a human resources agency, and started a business with his younger siblings.

His younger siblings half forgave him for crying and apologizing.

And then one night the church purifiers came and shouted:

The eroder has appeared, so everyone should evacuate.

No matter what, Jang was an intellectual who had been exposed to academics.

Originally, the church did not shout loudly when an invader appeared, and instead sent a small number of elite paladins and warrior priests rather than purification soldiers who were similar to ordinary people.

Sensing something fishy, he sent his siblings and family out and stayed at home.

And then the devil came and set fire to it.

“Why, why are you doing that?”

Jang opened the door and knelt down to beg.

“Your Majesty. What did we do wrong?”

From right to left, from front to back.

The whole street was on fire.

He lifted a bucket of water and tried to put out the fire in a hurry, but the fire lit by mana would not go out no matter how much water he poured on it.

Jean knelt before Valencian.

He too had heard many rumors about Valencian.

That arrogant scoundrel, the Archduke, kidnapped the saint and monopolized the grain.

Recently, he used the Encroachers to murder the Marquis of Gremorius, has deep connections with red-light district gangsters, and is said to hold a banquet of decadence every day at his villa.

Jang was desperate enough to block such a person.

He asked in a trembling voice.

“Your Majesty. Why. Did you set fire to my house?”

Valencian looked down at him absentmindedly.

“That is not your home. This is the royal land, which was lent to merchants to build warehouses, but when they moved their warehouses, the land collapsed. What does it matter to you whether I set fire to my land or not?”

“This is the house I have worked hard to build my whole life, Your Majesty. I have a wife who just got married, and I have younger siblings who have suffered all their lives because of me, who is so incompetent.”

“I need this land right now.”

“Why are you here?”

“We need a place to station the Great Lords’ guards.”

Jang asked, feeling as if he had been hit in the head.

“They won’t stay longer than a month?”

“In those 30 days, decisions will be made that will shape the next 300 years.”

“If you just give me a little time!”

Valencian opened and closed his eyes.

Looking into those golden eyes, Jang thought the sun was setting and rising.

“I wish I could borrow some time from someone.”

"please……."

Zhang, prepared to die, grabbed Valencian's feet.

The white leather shoes, 'Anima Lamentum', that let out the wind, have a slight trace of Zhang's hands.

“Your courage is admirable.”

Valencian struck him on the back of the neck with one hand, knocking him unconscious.

For a moment, he debated whether to kill Jang or save him.

He saw in Jang the wisdom to see through his tricks and the courage to stand in his way while he spreads all sorts of strange rumors.

'I'll save you.'

He was qualified enough to live as a citizen in this cruel world.

Valencian took three gold coins from his pocket and put them in the sergeant's pocket.

And he called the police chief and had him take them to the evacuees.

* * *

“Your Majesty, Valen. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Sir Tentia. There is no problem.”

The vacant lot clearing work was going very smoothly.

Now, on the side that bordered the city wall, there was hardly a shadow of any buildings to be found, and the side that bordered the Street of Learning was also clean.

I took Rudy and Sir Tentia with me and went around the streets helping with the demolition work.

He burned wooden warehouses to the ground, cut down thick beams with Tentia, and confronted high-ranking officials of the Construction Guild who heard rumors from somewhere that they were running out at dawn to build a building that would target the students of the Street of Learning as potential customers.

Everything was going smoothly.

I called Hardritan and the Construction Guild leaders and was preparing a surprise gift for Jin.

Lord Tentia knew about this trick I had in mind, but he didn't say anything.

When I asked her because I was feeling anxious, she answered.

“It is my duty as a knight to do my best to entertain guests of the same rank who come to my domain.”

It is said that it is common sense for landowners to prepare a feast for a fellow knight or baron who visits their land, even if it means going to extremes to break the table legs.

“Of course, as a human being, I am not at ease. However, knights follow chivalry in order to be recognized by other knights. In other words, maintaining one’s dignity and dignity as a lord is just as important as chivalry.”

Rudy didn't look happy either, but he didn't look annoyed either.

“You’re talking about rebuilding the inside, right? You didn’t just demolish everything. Aren’t you thinking of rebuilding it as a tall building with four or more stories?”

“When did you hear that?”

“I heard what Hardritan was saying earlier. Since the price of stone has dropped, you’re planning to build the building cheaply, charge a low rent, and then move in the people who used to live on this street. Then, while maintaining the contracts, you can sell the building to the nobles of the court and make a profit, right?”

I turned my eyes and smiled awkwardly.

“That’s what Hardritan said.”

Rudy smiled bashfully and pressed himself close to me.

“Yes, Lord Valen. I will believe you.”

I looked at the thugs and construction guild members who were now raking in the ashes and burning debris from the burning and collapsed building.

The eastern sky was gradually getting brighter.

good.

I had a good day today too.

Now when I go back, I'll only sleep for three hours in the morning, report to Jaylilith, recommend Hadritan, check the list of high-ranking nobles who will be direct ministers, and prepare carrots to appease them and whips to beat them, based on my memories from before I returned… … Yes. I'll also have to pack a real present.

I guess that's what I'm thinking.

A thick green arm rose from the ashes.

The heat was melting, the skin was seared, and muscles were exposed here and there, but it was clearly the arm of a living being.

“Keeeeeek!”

It is about 4m tall, has a slim build, two long arms and two legs, and four light green tentacles branching out from the back of its long head.

I despaired at the familiar aura I felt from him.

"world!"

The real eroders were on this street.