Is it worth it?

The mayor?

When Beta heard this, he found it a little strange, but he still asked the waiter to invite him in.

The mayor was a young man. Although he couldn't be said to be very handsome, he at least had delicate features. After he came in, he did a noble greeting and then said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, the powerful Red Priest, Your Excellency Betta."

When Beta heard this, he knew that the mayor definitely had his own intelligence network.

"My name is Darren, Darren Bush." The young man smiled kindly and nodded at Shirley.

Beta invited him to sit down and said, "I'm deeply honored by your presence, but this isn't my home, so I can't properly entertain you."

"You're too polite," Darren said with a smile. "This time, I came mainly to see you, Your Excellency. I've always deeply admired your deeds. There are fewer and fewer nobles like you, who are not afraid of strong enemies and dare to fight. "

Darren was talking about the situation that nobles were facing now. There were only a handful of nobles who were willing to fight on the front lines or fight head-on with others. They liked to hide behind the scenes and command their subordinates to fight and die.

So nobles like Beta, who not only dared to provoke the royal family but also had off-the-charts combat power, were simply rare. Darren only knew of two such people. One was a Legendary expert, Grinton, and the other was the red priest in front of him, Beta.

The former was a half-elf who was more than 300 years old. Having advanced to the Legendary level, he had at least a few hundred years left to live. The royal family was already considering conferring him the title of Grand Protector. As for this red priest, although he looked young, he had done a lot of great things. It was unknown which family had nurtured such a talent.

Beta replied modestly, then said, "I wonder how the mayor knows about my past?"

This question sounded very unprofessional, but those who knew the knack of it understood the meaning behind it. Darren laughed and dodged the question, then said, "What do you think of this city, Your Excellency?"

What do you think? Beta felt that the other party's question was a little strange, so he asked, "What do you mean? If I'm talking about the prosperity of a city, then there are few places more prosperous than this city. "

"It's just that this prosperity doesn't belong to its true owner."

After saying this, Darren looked at Beta with a burning gaze, observing his expression.

Beta knew what she meant, but he pretended not to understand and said, "You're the City Lord. If this city doesn't belong to you, who else can it belong to?"

Sometimes, playing dumb was also a kind of skill. In just a few sentences, Beta had already understood the meaning behind Darren's words, but he was too lazy to get involved in the struggles of these noble forces. It wasn't because they didn't have enough benefits, but because they didn't have enough time. He needed to first establish his own territory, then borrow the power of Goddess Woking to find a way to obtain a position in the Holy War. Therefore, he had no choice, nor did he have the mood to participate in the actions of other forces.

To him, time was of the essence.

When Darren saw Beta's attitude, he chuckled and said, "It seems that His Excellency Beta isn't as passionate and brave as the rumors say."

"That depends on the situation and the person." Beta smiled.

What he meant was that Darren, the City Lord, was not worthy of him risking his life for him.

Darren also understood what he meant. Although he was a little unhappy, he did not show it. He still smiled and said, "Indeed, I'm not related to you in any way, but I believe that there's still justice and fairness in this world. There are many things that people don't just act on behalf of their own interests. "

Facing Darren's burning gaze, Beta did not reply. Instead, he gestured for him to leave.

He, Beta, was not a fool. If it was really a fair and righteous move, he wouldn't mind helping out after understanding the situation. However, what Darren was doing was nothing more than fighting for power and profit. There was no justice to speak of.

Indeed, from Darren's point of view, he was' noble 'as the City Lord, but he could not even have a little decision-making power in the city. This was indeed very hurtful.

Seeing that Beta was not provoked, Darren snorted slightly and stood up. He said, "I hope that the content of our conversation will not be heard by a third party, otherwise …"

"Otherwise what?" Beta smiled lightly, revealing his powerful spiritual force. "With us two Master Professions here, I think it's best if your people don't bother us."

Shirley also burst out her own spiritual force.

Facing the spiritual force suppression of two Masters, Darren's expression was a little ugly, but what was even more uncomfortable was his mood. The rumored Red Priest Beta was willing to fight against the Crown Prince for the sake of his friends and women. He was obviously a strong man who was all brawn and no brains. Before Darren came, he was very confident that he could use psychological methods to persuade this person to stand on his side, but he did not expect that the other party would not fall for it.

What made Darren even more unhappy was that he was actually ignored. This Beta did not seem to have any respect for him, the City Lord.

Darren slightly narrowed his eyes, snorted softly, then turned around and left.

After he left, Shirley asked curiously, "Why didn't you help him? If we can help him regain the position of City Lord, we should be able to get a lot of benefits."

"On the contrary, we will be the first ones to be dealt with." Beta shook his head and said, "People like him have been suppressed for too long. His desire for power has already penetrated deep into his bones. The first thing he will do after he regains power is to grasp all the power in his hands. If we really help him, then we, the helpers, will be his next targets. "

Shirley's eyes widened, feeling a little incredulous. She was a Divine Creature. Although she had profound knowledge, she did not know much about human nature.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the window. Beta did not want to pay attention, but the noise was getting louder and louder. He and Shirley could not help but walk to the window and look down.

They saw a crowd of bystanders on the street, and in the middle of them, there were only a few people.

A young nobleman in luxurious clothes, with a beautiful woman in his arms, was laughing at a strong man who was being beaten by a few servants. "Augustine, although you have such a grand name, you are as weak as a mouse. Even if you hide all day long, you will still be found by me!"

The man who was being beaten was speechless, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Some people in the crowd could not bear to see this, and some people laughed out loud.

"Marilyn must have been blind to follow you all these years. Look at how rough her skin has become. It's better for her to be with me. I will feed her milk every day and let her live a luxurious life. I guarantee that in a month, she will be as beautiful as before. " The young nobleman grabbed the woman's breasts in front of everyone and rubbed them. Not only was the woman not ashamed, but she also laughed wildly.

The man named Augustine saw this and spat out another mouthful of blood. He was so angry that he fainted.

The few servants who were beating him immediately stopped.

The young nobleman clicked his tongue and said, "Why did you stop … Never mind, if you beat him to death, it will be troublesome for me. Although it is not a big problem, it will still not feel good. Plus, I will only feel good after he experiences this kind of despair a few times."

His arrogant words silenced all the onlookers. The young noble put his arm around the woman's slender waist and left with his servant, leaving only an awkward silence at the scene.

Shirley's expression did not change after watching this. She returned to her seat to rest. On the surface, she looked warm and friendly. But in reality, she was cold inside. Her passion and cleverness were only shown to Beta, or to people and things related to Beta.

Beta sighed in his heart. Although he could not bear to see this, he had seen this kind of thing too many times in the game. In the past, he would intervene every time he saw it, but as time went by, he was too lazy to do anything, because he could not do anything about it.

A few kind-hearted people carried the fainted man to the side of the road.

Seeing this, Beta closed the window.

He thought this was the end of it, but in the middle of the night, there was a sobbing sound coming from downstairs. It was a strange sound that could only be made when a man was trying his best to hold back his cries.

At first, Beta thought the sound would stop soon, but after two hours, it did not stop. Instead, it got louder and louder.

Then, it started to drizzle. The man's desperate and helpless cry was like the cry of a ghost, drilling into people's heads. There was no way to ignore it.

Some hot-tempered people got up on the spot, opened the window, and shouted at the man downstairs. But no matter how they scolded, the man was still crying. After cursing for a while, they were convinced. They simply closed the windows and covered their ears, pretending that they heard nothing.

Beta frowned. The man downstairs had been crying like this for at least three hours. If he continued to cry like this, his throat would be damaged, and his mind would collapse.

He sighed, found an umbrella, and left the hotel.

The drizzle hit the umbrella, and Beta quickly found the man who was kneeling on the ground with his hands on the ground. He was holding his pockets in the crook of his arm and crying in pain.

Two hungry dogs were wandering around the man. Their eyes flashed with green light, waiting for the man to lose consciousness so that they could have a good meal.

Beta sent out a spiritual deterrent and chased the two dogs away.

Then, he walked over, dragged the man by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground. Then, with a force, he threw him into a puddle on the street.

The cold water poured into the man's throat. He could not help but cough, interrupting his crying. He was about to raise his head when he saw a young man who looked like a noble. His eyes immediately turned red, and with a roar, he pounced over.

In just a moment. He was kicked to the ground, and then his entire head was stepped on in the rain.

Dim candlelight shone through the building next to him, barely breaking the night. In the drizzle, a handsome young noble with red lips and white teeth held a white oil-paper umbrella. His face was full of disdain and mockery. He stared coldly at the man who was being stepped on, and his tone was full of arrogance.

"Is it worth it to cry like a dog by a stinky ditch just for a woman?"