Imperial Crown.

Chapter 569 0607 We are nameless people, please, Earl, go to your death.

"Oops~~~~~~"

At 4:42 a.m., Count Conrad, then 69 years old, woke up from his bed and stretched contentedly.

As he grew older, Conrad found himself sleeping less and less. But what troubled him was that even when he was awake, his mind was in a daze. He didn't want to do anything, nor did he want to eat anything. He couldn't play, and he couldn't sleep. Only when he was extremely tired could he occasionally doze off. But even the slightest noise could startle him awake.

Despite being one of the three earls of the province of Molinier, Conrad was an ordinary man, lacking both the life seed to awaken battle aura and the mana pool to awaken magic. This wasn't because he couldn't afford divinely bestowed potions or magic-forging potions. In fact, he had tried both more than once, but unfortunately, each attempt failed. However, Conrad possessed an optimistic and contented heart. He didn't dwell on it and continued to enjoy life happily every day.

As a subordinate of Emperor Habsburg, even without awakening any cultivation talent, he naturally became the governor of the province of Molinier. He held this position for over 30 years, and still retains it to this day. Frankly, it's extremely rare for an ordinary person who cannot cultivate to live to such an advanced age. Conrad's secret to longevity lies in his optimistic and positive attitude—as a nobleman, one should sleep naked until one naturally wakes up every day, instead of diligently handling state affairs. As a nobleman, one should exercise one's right of first night every night, instead of hypocritically restraining one's desires. As a nobleman, one should eat, drink, and enjoy fine food every day, instead of foolishly going to the battlefield to fight. As a nobleman, one should drink and sing every day, living a life of decadence, instead of burying oneself in cultivation and forcing oneself to endure hardship.

With this attitude, Conrad was happy every day. And having lived so long, he had no regrets.

As an earl, his territory only had a mere 30,000 soldiers. This was a pitifully small number, not just in the province of Molinell, but among all the earls in the entire country! Yet Conrad didn't care at all. What was the point of having so many soldiers on leave? Eating and feeding them every day would waste so much money! He simply didn't want such "extravagance." But it was precisely this "laissez-faire" approach that created an unprecedented economic miracle! Conrad's territory not only boasted the most merchants but also the strongest productive capacity. Both free citizens and serfs throughout the territory displayed a high level of enthusiasm and drive. After all, although Earl Conrad was somewhat greedy and lustful, he generally didn't interfere with their activities. Here, you could enjoy an extreme freedom that no other territory could ever offer. Even if you were dissatisfied with the earl's behavior, you could complain in the tavern without being arrested or imprisoned. Of course, the premise was that you couldn't commit arson, murder, looting, fraud, or theft! Count Conrad utterly detested this behavior.

Therefore, even though Conrad was just an ordinary man, his position as governor was as secure as a nail in the sand. Even though he didn't train more soldiers, and even though he didn't possess greater strength, Comos and Jonah were completely obedient to him as governor. They would send gifts during holidays to express their gratitude and respect. Regardless of the value of the gifts, Conrad always showed great delight. This was one of his good qualities; he was extremely easily satisfied. He was easygoing and didn't fuss over details. His economic advantage of being 3-5 times greater also gave him ample confidence to face two nobles of the same rank whose strength far surpassed his own.

In this world, money talks.

Therefore, Jonah and Comos wouldn't be foolish enough to offend such an easy-going governor. Even if they had the inclination, they lacked the reputation and prestige for it. Even if Conrad were willing to relinquish the governorship, Comos and Jonah wouldn't trust or submit to him. After all, Conrad had been governor for over 30 years and had never issued any coercive orders to the other two earls. Only during the locust plague did they send troops to assist with the safety of their territory and the eradication of locusts. Afterwards, they were given some grain as a token of gratitude.

This was essentially the pleasant and fulfilling life of Conrad, Earl and Governor of the Province of Molineux.

"Wake up! Wake up!!" "You son of a bitch, are you a dead pig? How can you sleep so much?"

Naked Conrad shakily crawled out of bed and angrily berated the maid who was still sitting on the blanket, snoring with her head and hands on the bed.

"Hmm?" "Ah?" "Master, why are you awake so early?"

The young girl, just turned 20, was in the prime of her growth spurt, and also the age when she was most prone to sleeping. She groggily opened her eyes, and upon seeing Conrad's bare cleavage, she immediately snapped out of her daze, saying, still sleepy and tired, "..." Then, she obediently went to Conrad's side, knelt before him, opened her cherry-like lips, and awaited his favor.

"You," "Why do you think I woke up so early?" "Isn't it because your snoring woke me up!" "If you dare to snore again, I'll whip you to death."

Conrad winced and grimaced in discomfort, his features contorted, and he spoke haltingly. Oh right, I forgot to mention earlier, one of the most important secrets to his longevity was—to act as he pleased, to vent his anger whenever he felt like it, and never torment himself by compromising. Could one be called a nobleman without a temper? Let alone a nobleman, even a businessman wouldn't be someone easy to serve or have a good temper. "Ugh, I... I really can't pee!" After struggling for a while, Conrad finally resigned himself to reality. The reality was that even at 69, urinating in the morning was incredibly difficult for him.

"Don't worry, sir, let me do it." The little maid hurriedly stepped forward and used all her strength to suck up the ice cream.

After more than 40 minutes, Conrad finally let out a long, comfortable sigh.

"hehe"

Looking at his cigar, which had hardened slightly, Conrad chuckled contentedly. "I'm not old yet, I can still smoke."

maid:……

On the continent of Midals, nobles maintain an ancient and long-standing tradition: the use of "human chamber pots." Most nobles choose young girls from their own territory, and these girls must be virgins. Some nobles even have their own daughters perform this role. Emperor Habs was a fervent enthusiast and advocate of this tradition.

"Alright, help me get dressed, I'm a little hungry."

Conrad, his hairy legs bent and his body hunched, spoke softly.

"Okay sir."

The little girl quickly got up to call someone. She wasn't hungry at all. She hadn't eaten breakfast for years. Every day when she got home, she would gag and vomit for a long time. She was also getting thinner and thinner.

"what!!"

However, as soon as the door was opened, the little girl screamed and fell to the ground.

"You scared me to death! I think you really deserve to die..."

Conrad's curses were cut short. Three people stood at the door. Three masked figures. The one in the lead had a captivating, alluring figure, and even behind the mask, she ignited an uncontrollable lust within Conrad. "If I could spend the night with this woman, I'd die happy!" This was Conrad's true thought at that moment.

The two people behind the woman were less appealing. The one on the left was tall and muscular, and although he was clothed, his exposed skin revealed his orcish racial characteristics. The other one on the right was short and clearly a human dwarf or a goblin dwarf.

All three men were armed and dripping with blood, clearly indicating hostile intentions.

"What are you going to do?" Conrad, naked, showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he walked around the bed and stepped forward to ask in a deep voice.

The woman chuckled like a silver bell. "We are nameless men; we beg Your Excellency to die." "Nameless men??"

Conrad was taken aback, and a slight change finally appeared on his withered, wrinkled old face. "Did the Emperor send you?"

"Exactly." The woman's voice was extremely seductive. If a man who was attracted to a woman's voice were to do so, he would probably kneel down and call her "Mom" on the spot.

"Oh."

Conrad nodded, remaining calm throughout. "Did the Emperor say anything else?" His composure stemmed from what had been mentioned earlier—he had no regrets in his life. Besides, struggling would be futile. His opponents had already reached the door of his room inside the castle, a castle guarded by numerous soldiers and several third-tier experts. Yet, despite his light sleep, he hadn't heard a single sound. This was enough to demonstrate the immense power and terror of the three before him.

"No need to waste your efforts."

The woman seemed to have lost her patience. "Your Excellency, you have a good reputation, and we can give you a respectable treatment." "However," she said, "please do not ask any further questions."

Conrad nodded. "I understand." Then he looked down at the little girl who had fallen to the ground, looking terrified. "Sigh," he sighed softly. Although he had no regrets, this sigh still contained too many complex factors and unspoken resentment. "Help me change my clothes."

"Yes...yes, sir." The little maid scrambled to her feet and began to help Conrad change his clothes.

It took almost an hour for Conrad to finish dressing. By then, the young maid was drenched in sweat. Normally, a dozen or so maids would serve the Earl while he got up and dressed.

Conrad slowly walked to the bedside again, quietly lay down, and let the little girl cover him with the blankets. "May I ask, could you spare this little girl's life? I'm willing to pay." Even as he faced death, Conrad's heart surprisingly softened. Reflecting on his life, he realized he had enjoyed far too much happiness, but had also committed far too many sins.

However, the woman remained silent, walking step by step to the bedside in her high heels. She extended her delicate, fair index finger and gently touched Conrad's forehead.

In just a second, Conrad's eyes went completely black, as if he were possessed by a vengeful ghost.

After the woman withdrew her index finger, Conrad was completely lifeless.

"gone."

As the woman walked back, she slapped the little girl as she passed by, causing the girl's eyes to roll back and fall to the ground.

The three quickly left the castle, mounted the bone dragon, and flew away into the distance.

"Did you kill that little girl?" Litanshi asked curiously.

“Why don’t we loot his castle? Wouldn’t this be a wasted trip?” Gilida, however, was more concerned with money.

Standing on the neck of the bone dragon, letting the cold wind and snowflakes make her clothes flutter, Margaret removed her mask and shook her head. "I didn't kill the little girl, I just knocked her unconscious." "We need to keep her alive to spread the news that the Nameless Ones are reaping the nobles." "But we can't let her spread it immediately. After all, it will take us time to leave. It would be bad if someone saw the bone dragon; it could easily be linked to Raven."

After tightening her trench coat, Margaret explained again, "We can't touch the money, otherwise people will say this is just a case of 'heroes robbing nobles.' It could easily confuse our purpose."

Upon hearing this, Litanshi and Gilida nodded in agreement, their fondness for Margaret growing even stronger. After all, who wouldn't love a woman with such a great figure, such large breasts, and such a sharp mind? "I'm curious," Gilida said earnestly, "you're so intelligent and strong, and Raven has lifted the blood curse on you. Why don't you follow William's example and leave to gain your freedom, instead of continuing to serve Raven?" She took out a bottle of Angel's Tears, handed it to Margaret, and asked seriously.

Margaret took the Angel's Tear, sipped it, and suddenly laughed. This laugh, like Conrad's sigh earlier, carried too many indescribable meanings. "You two think I'm beautiful only because you haven't seen my true form." "I'm a witch, not a magician. Not even human." Margaret licked her red lips, her tone tinged with sadness. "As for your belief in my intelligence, that's because you haven't followed Raven. Once you've witnessed Raven's masterful maneuvering, you'll know that compared to him, I'm not even as good as his little finger."

“William is gone. But I believe that one day he will come back.” Margaret smiled. “How about we make a bet?”

Gilida shook his head vigorously. "Is Raven really that strong?" "Have you slept with him?"

"Witch" Margaret bit her lower lip. "Where would she be worthy of love?" Even someone as strong as Anno never had a man in her life. After all, witches were synonymous with evil throughout the continent. They were even a vulgar insult. Their reputation was only slightly better than that of the undead heroes of the Death Hand. Otherwise, a witch hunt wouldn't have swept the continent every hundred years or so. She had tried to get close to Raven, but she could clearly feel that Raven's disgust for her was ingrained. This was a witch's lifelong curse. It was also the inescapable fate and cycle of witches.

“Prejudice in people’s hearts is a mountain.” Margaret sniffed and shrugged. “No matter how hard you try, you can’t move it.”

“That’s so well said.” Gilida raised the Angel’s Tear. “Let’s toast to that.” “Actually, we dwarves have always been at the bottom of the social hierarchy.” “I believe it.” “Even if I had seen your true form, I wouldn’t despise you.” “At least not now.”

Ding--

The three clinked glasses and downed their drinks. Litanshi then asked, "Where do we go next?"

"Run away."

Margaret took out a map. "Go to the Top Province." "Like I said, don't try to take advantage of the surrounding area. It'll be easy for people to see through your scheme."

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(End of this chapter)