Chapter 281: Could it be that I’m not the main character

Chapter 281 – Could it be that I’m not the main character

“Earl Greiman, I’ll be departing back to Gabella soon, and I’ll come to bother you one more time before I leave.”

Sitting in the parlor is the Maester Tower Scholar, Mond Langdon, who came a few days ago, Paul thought that he would just leave the Northwest Bay after taking Kevin away from the prison, but he didn’t expect him to come again.

The person who had brought him to the Lords’ House was Monder’s Gabriella “countryman”, Betty.

“Is there anything else Mr. Landon wants? Which prisoner do you want to take again?”

“Oh no. This time it is simply to bid you farewell.”

The scholar’s answer made Paul wonder, the two of them had only met on one side, not much of a friendship, and it was too strange to make a special trip to tell him when he was leaving.

Even sitting aside Irene feel strange, the last two people in the Flying Dragon Pavilion to catch up on some old, Mond took Kevin home, a few days later came to the town of Lakeville, asked himself to take him to see Paul again. These two people could be chatting with each other, and made friends in one conversation?
Only to see Mond Langdon said to Paul with a color of appreciation, “In these few days, I have been visiting around in your territory, and what I have seen and heard shows that you are an extraordinary lord.”

Traveling around? Shit, it can’t be spying, right?

Paul was startled, then relieved. Not to mention that Mond was an acquaintance of Betty’s, and no spy would make a special trip to throw himself in front of him.

Oh, this guy wouldn’t have come all the way to kiss my ass, right?

“I saw the ships in the harbor with heavy sails, the thriving trading activity in the bazaar, the stores full of fine wares as well as …… ironwork, the town has a school for commoner sons and daughters, and the peasants mentioned to me a mechanical monster that can harvest grain quickly, oh …… there are also public toilets and bathhouses, and people say that some of these things are due to you.”

“Haha, Mr. Landon is flattered.”

Monde’s words changed: “Lord Earl, how much chance do you have of winning the war with the Northwest Duke?”

This dude’s thinking is so jumpy that it’s a bit hard to keep up.

Paul shook his head and said seriously, “Mr. Langdon, first of all I would like to correct your statement, Maltz Kent is merely a [troglodyte], his dukedom is illegitimate, and we have the previous duke’s handwritten letter and his younger brother as proof.”

Mond apologizes, “It was my poor choice of words, I beg your pardon.”

Only then did Paul say, “As for the war with Maltz-Kent, I am one hundred percent confident that I can win it. If it wasn’t for that riot, maybe my army would have already fought its way to Senter City.”

Mond agreed, “Just by the fact that there is no look of hunger on the faces of the people in your territory, I think so too. I really don’t know how you did it.”

Without waiting for Paul to answer, Irene on the side said, “It’s very simple, by abolishing those messy taxes and then cracking down on such egregious behaviors as inflating the price of food, won’t the people have the money to buy more food?”

This year, Paul successively let the Council of State cancel a large number of taxes that made him, a traveler, feel puzzled, what livestock tax, poultry tax, dog breeding tax, brewing tax, dowry tax, etc., etc……. Which genius invented all of this TM.

In addition to Kevin these salt people because of the special circumstances, the vast majority of the Lords of the “disposable income” rose a lot, the Lords of the rise in income and further promote the development and prosperity of business.

Mond pondered, “After defeating the Kent family, you will definitely become the dominant force in the Northwest Bay.”

He had already inquired carefully about the Battle of Biddle Castle, in which Paul’s army clearly played a decisive role.

Paul quickly waved his hands, “I dare not, I dare not, how dare I expect to dominate the situation in the Northwest Gulf. Besides, there is still His Majesty the King and his old man, how dare I overstep my bounds.

He did not notice that when His Majesty the King was mentioned, the corner of Irene’s mouth curved up in a nice-looking arc. “Count Gleiman!” Mond’s look and tone suddenly became serious, causing both Paul and Irene to flinch.

“Whether you yourself wish it or not, you will inevitably hold great power in your hands at that time. This power may come from your authority, it may come from your army, or it may come from your prestige alone, but it is definitely a force that cannot be ignored. And this power can neither be abused nor put on the shelf.”

There was a preachy tone in Mond’s mouth that slightly irritated Paul. He didn’t show it, though, and merely looked at the other man with a puzzled look.

The scholar continued, “Remember our previous conversation, I think – only a wise lord or …… leader is qualified and capable of using this power of yours. ”

Oh, is this to persuade himself to be a wise lord? Paul thought so.

He picked up his glass of water, “Haha, Mr. Langdon, in fact, the views between the two of us are not completely antagonistic, why do we have to divorce the hero from the people, don’t you think that very often the hero is also a part of the people, and of course I will try my best to go in that direction …… “

Mond interrupted, “Exactly, but what I’m asking is …… when at some point in the future this great hero comes along, will you aid him, or furthermore – pledge allegiance to him? ”

“Pfft!” So it wasn’t about me, Paul spat out the water he had just drank into his mouth, “What the …… hell does that mean? What do you mean by that?”

Before the scholar could answer, Erin on the side reminded him with a disconcerting face, “Senior Mond, Earl Gleiman is a bannerman of the Kingdom of Aldo, and he already has an allegiance – His Majesty Rodney XVII.”

Mond Langdon still maintained a serious expression on his face and said in a deep voice, “When the prophesied end comes, whether it is a kingdom or an empire, or a principality, an alliance and so on, they will all lose their significance, and the old bonds will only become a burden and an obstacle, and in the face of the ultimate justice – let our culture, ethics, morals continue to exist – those are nothing.”

These words froze both Paul and Irene in their tracks, what prophesied doom? What final justice? Brother, that sounds so middle-of-the-road.

But looking at Mond Langdon’s expression, he didn’t look like he was joking at all.

“Even if it’s at the expense of what we currently consider good – family, kinship, friendship.”

He turned to Erin with a hint of compassion in his expression, “Betty, when everything you hold dear is sacrificed because of ultimate justice, will you stand against justice?”

Erin replied in a daze, “I …… don’t know …… Senpai, I don’t even know what you’re talking about?”

Paul asked with a face full of questions, “Can you make it clearer?”

Without explaining, Mond continued, “You will understand when the situation develops further. Betty, Count Greiman, you are all very good people, and I would like to give you advice – don’t resist the general trend of history, but rather, as it were, submit to it and integrate into it, and we can only get through it if we are united as a whole under the leadership of the Savior. With these words, I take my leave.”

He bowed to Paul, and with another glance at Irene, turned and left the parlor, leaving the two men looking at each other in disbelief.

“Betty, this senior of yours isn’t a member of some cult, is he?”

“I …… I’ve never heard him make such strange statements, what’s happened in the past few years?”

Paul looked in the direction that Mond Langdon had left and had mixed feelings.

Savior? Allegiance?

Could it be that I, the traveler, am not the protagonist?
(End of chapter)