How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 388

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The last day of summer has finally arrived.

Saaaaah.

That day, the wind blew hard from the morning and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

In weather that looked like rain might pour down at any moment, pedestrians hurried their pace, day laborers in the new city sighed, and maids and servants in the mansion collected laundry.

A morning as dark as dawn.

Several wagons reportedly carrying reagents and catheters entered the Ivory Tower Special Economic Zone.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you as always. This time too, it’s certain.”

“Yes, Aristas Nari. Come in.”

“……I guess we won’t see each other again. You go home safely.”

A real corpse and a real reagent were lowered in front of the ivory tower.

But not all the coffins went down.

The four coffins remained inside the wagon.

The coachman loaded one coffin onto each of the four carts and headed east towards the old town.

“Irya.”

There was a long line in front of the huge gate.

The fierce-looking guards shouted and swung their axes and spears.

“Stop! This is a checkpoint!”

“Hand over your pass. If you don’t have a pass, state the purpose of your visit!”

“If you have any weapons, magical tools, drugs, or smuggled alcohol, you’d better tell me now! If you get caught, you’ll be executed!”

After the new town was built, the old town became the world of the aristocrats.

Middle-class citizens and commoners naturally moved to new cities where housing prices were cheap and jobs were plentiful.

The Grand Duke of Mangnani thus created a space in the empty space for nobles and magicians.

They tore down the densely packed apartment buildings to build mansions with gardens.

A magic workshop that makes magic tools has taken the place of a low value-added woodworking workshop.

The market, where women used to sell vegetables they had trimmed, was now filled with fruits and nuts imported from the East and South by the large merchant families of the aristocratic families.

As with any city in the empire, the residential areas were completely separated by class.

It was easy to control since it was surrounded by high walls and had only four gates.

And the division between those who control and those who are controlled was the beginning of governance, and the beginning of conflict.

Of course, the Grand Duke of Mangnani was not a simpleton who could just turn a blind eye to the conflict.

Plainclothes police officers roamed the city, the sacred streetlights drove away the eroding spirits, and the second cathedral of the Gwangmyeong Church, the chapel of the Amon Church, and the festival of Cornell managed the public sentiment in a yin and yang manner.

The new townhouses built using modern construction methods were several times more spacious than those in the old town, and the workshops in the new townhouses, which were subject to new regulations, were much more comfortable than those in the old townhouses.

The Grand Duke of Mangnani made his subjects think that they had 'gotten a good place to live' instead of being 'driven out'.

After that, he started a thorough search and seizure of all people entering and leaving the old city.

Above the gate stood a wizard specializing in border patrols, and the guards carried Sereraji's Encroacher Discrimination Magic Tool, periodically issuing new passes.

Merchants, beggars, and self-proclaimed wise men who sold suspicious magic tools were not allowed to set foot in the old town, and they disappeared from the new town in an instant.

“Hello, Nari.”

The coachman took off his hat, bowed to the guard, and thought.

'I guess you thought it would be okay if you did that.'

The procession of four wagons, each carrying a coffin, was quite suspicious.

The guard also opened his eyes like hooks and glared at the coachman.

But the coachman smiled kindly and continued speaking.

“At least when I die, I should be able to lie alone in my cart.”

Originally, I would have been told to hand over my pass first, which was a ridiculous thing to say.

But there was a strange persuasiveness in the coachman's voice.

The groom's ring gleamed, and for a moment a ring-shaped light flashed in the guard's eyes.

“……Yeah. I see.”

Four carts entered the old town.

One headed east, one headed north, and one headed south.

The coachman continued his thoughts as he drove the cart toward the building near the west gate.

'You don't know that ten soldiers can't stop one thief. Do you think that controlling the people will solve everything? Do you think that you can go against the great flow of unification? Do you try to reject the hand of the gods when you are a human who will grow old and die someday?'

He drove the wagon carrying the coffin very carefully.

Of course, what was inside was not a corpse.

One of the four pinnacles of the Unified Church.

He was the Archbishop of Baekui, in charge of the West.

The floor of the cart was also filled with reagents that resembled spiral black horns and dark purple beads.

Although there were some believers who had already entered the capital, there were no troops immediately escorting the archbishops.

The great men who shook the world entered the capital where the divine emperor was, accompanied by a single collaborator, a groom.

Neither the groom, nor the archbishop, the highest ranking member of the religious order, were they afraid to take action.

If that were the case, we would not have walked the path to unification.

The groom stopped in front of a high-rise building and gestured to the mercenary guard in front of the building.

'You think you have everything under control, but the moment you think that, you're lost.'

The mercenary nodded and opened the door politely.

* * *

“Number 14! This is number 14!”

A hall on the first floor of the Soletaraon main palace.

The high-ranking officials of the empire were gathered in one place.

The crystal ball they were holding clearly showed a wagon just entering the building on top of the glory.

As soon as the report came in, the Platinum Knight Commander, the Black Iron Knight Commander, and the Silver Knight Commander each shouted into their crystal balls.

“Platinum Knights confirmed! Plan 14! I’ll relay it to the Royal Guard!”

“Check on the Blue Knights! Waiting at Wyvernpit!”

“Black Iron Knights confirmed! The Chief of Police is transmitting to the guards!”

In the other crystal ball, it was possible to see at any given time where the remaining three wagons were headed, but from now on, there was no need to look at that.

The world of magic was a world of laws, and once you knew the location of one of the four points that formed the axis of the magic circle, it was very, very easy to figure out the locations of the remaining three points.

There were already sixteen blueprints prepared, and sixty-four dots of different colors were marked on a large map.

Grand Warlock Archies also gave orders to the Warlocks waiting on the roof of the main palace.

“This is Cyan 14. The color is teal. The outskirts of the old city. Check the teal dots 1 to 4 on the map. To the west is the building at the top of Yeonggwang, and to the east is…….”

“Confirmed, Grand Warlock.”

“Start casting ‘Lightning Spear’, ‘Spear of Power’, and ‘Spear of Wrath’. Coordinates are……”

The Imperial Battlemages surveyed the Old City, looked at maps, measured coordinates, and gathered in small groups to prepare for a magical bombardment.

“They’re already inside the old city! The north gate is only a few kilometers from the palace! Everyone, be alert!”

The Platinum Knight Commander gave orders to the Platinum Knights and the Royal Guard, and the Black Iron Knight Commander Barbatos handed the crystal ball to his vice-commander and pushed down his helmet.

“The deputy commander will take command. The commander will now carry out field missions.”

The vice-captain received the crystal ball with a nervous look in his eyes and nodded.

“Show me the power of black iron, Commander.”

“I will come back victorious, Vice-Captain.”

A man like a black lion ran out, carrying a war hammer and two long swords.

* * *

Video reports were constantly coming in from the vice-captain's office.

“Police Superintendent 15 moving south!”

“Capital Guard 31st Division, arrived at the western scene!”

“Black Iron Knight Darakalin. Approaching the eastern scene. Standby!”

The crystal orb was also connected to Valencian's crystal orb, so the archduke could also see and hear everything that was happening at any given moment.

Even in a hall full of high-ranking officials, there is a sofa in the center.

Dozens of images alternately flash across a giant crystal sphere on a table.

The Grand Duke of Mangnani gave him an arrogant and cold gaze.

Black Iron Knights and Sheriffs ran over buildings and used underground sewers to secretly pursue the encroachers.

"let's go."

“Balista ready.”

“Long live the Empire of Soletaras.”

The Qing knight flew through the sky, hiding among the clouds, capturing the entire capital in a crystal ball and sharing the vision with the Grand Duke.

“Evacuation plan in progress.”

Valencian muttered as he watched the staff of the upper ranks of Glory lower the coffin.

“You have always been after us. It’s as if you are trying to say that we, who stand tall under the sun as the worldly powers, are actually an ignorant royal family that knows nothing.”

There was a cold contempt in his voice.

“You laughed at us for trying to control the danger and protect the people, and you acted as if your rise to power was some kind of law of the world.”

For a moment, the contempt for the opponent changed into a sense of victory and praise for the ally.

“You’re wrong. I never thought I could control everything. I just tried and tried. A lion does his best to catch a rabbit.”

Divine streetlights were installed to protect people from the erosive energy.

By digging a canal, he created a new, empire-wide logistics network, solving the problem of wheat rotting on one side and people starving on the other.

After lengthy negotiations with the great nobles, an imperial encirclement was created and the situation was steadily tightened.

Efforts were made in various ways to resolve the poverty problem among the capital's citizens.

Valencian did not think that all his efforts up to that point were worthy of the gods.

'Yeah. You always acted like we didn't know anything. You're like idiots who wouldn't know even if you cut off their noses. You were wrong. I thought you were crazy for cutting off their noses with your eyes open.'

But he was confident in front of himself.

'It's your turn now. I'll let you die without even knowing it.'

* * *

People moved into the new city, and Hadrian, together with Valencianus, renovated the old city.

Suspicious buildings were knocked down to make way for noble residences or gardens, and if that didn't work out, they were simply turned into vacant lots.

In the first place, it eliminated the places where suspicious groups could gather, hide, or perform rituals.

Of course, we couldn't get rid of everything.

There were a total of 16 maps of Xi'an, and there were as many as 64 dots on them.

His collaborator, the groom, also ridiculed Valencian for that.

'A fool who believes that everything can be handled with rules, systems, and systems. In the end, there will always be gaps between the gears.'

However, Valencian was in his 40th year as ruler.

He was also a ruler who had the most powerful emperor in the world as his superior.

'It's crazy to tear down a wall just because there's a gap. If the roof leaks, you have to fill in the gap. You can't say you don't need a house. I can just fill in the gap with my own feet.'

We were already so familiar with all the problems that could occur in human society, including erosion, that it was almost nauseating.

'Yeah. This isn't over. I know that. It's like trying to block three holes with two hands. Block one and the other side leaks out. Block that and this side leaks out again. But I can't let the water burst out. I'll just block one hole and have a brief moment of relief before the next one bursts in forever. That'll require me to move my hands quickly. Or stretch them out.'

Instead of following Barbatus, Valencian called on a nobleman he trusted.

“Count Consecratus! Call out the list of the two towers and the two buildings you see now.”

The socialite, the maid of honor, Rudy, opened her mouth with a grin.

“Yes, Lord Valen. The Glorious Top and the Golden Top are the tops run by the Shen Family and the Archen Family. The building in the east was purchased by Baron Ellard with investments from the Jahan Alliance, and the mansion in the north is the villa of Count Hansenzen. The list of each sponsor… I will write it down now.”

Countless names poured out from her fingertips.

“Here it is.”

In less than ten minutes, names and addresses were written densely on a long piece of paper.

Valencian looked at the waiting magistrates and held out the paper.

“You guys, catch all of them. We’ll burn them to death. If they resist, you can execute them immediately.”