For Beta, getting a chance to intervene in Harvey City was indeed a good thing.
He released the coachman from the space. After the coachman landed, he looked around and then looked at Beta, hesitating to speak.
"Just say what you want to say."
"Sir, can I also become a professional … Can I become a sorcerer?" The coachman's voice was trembling. For him, it was an offense for a lowly civilian to make such a request to a noble. Besides, the corpses around him reminded him of how terrifying this noble was. But he still summoned his courage and spoke his mind, or rather, his ambition. "If you can't become a Mage, you can become a professional."
At first, Beta didn't understand why the coachman suddenly made such a request, but he immediately understood everything when he saw the man's eyes.
"I don't like to lie. I can tell you that I do have a way to make someone a professional," said Beta with a smile. "But why should I make you a professional? You should at least give me a reason. "
The coachman was stunned. After a long time, he finally said, "Your Excellency, please forgive my … rudeness!"
After all, the coachman was an illiterate civilian. He thought for a long time before he came up with the word "rudeness", which was rather genteel to him. "I just entered your space and felt very safe, as if I were far away from this world. I suddenly felt that I should learn magic too, so that I can stay in that safe place and won't be afraid of danger in the future."
The civilians in this world didn't have a sense of security. Diseases could kill them, wild beasts in the suburbs could kill them, and nobles could kill them if they didn't like them.
The lives of commoners were worthless. Sometimes, they were so cheap that even they themselves felt that there was not much meaning in living.
Beta could understand the man's thoughts and desires. He thought for a moment and asked, "If you become a professional, will you still help me drive the carriage?"
It was a simple question, but the coachman was stunned. He didn't understand. If he became a professional, shouldn't he be above everyone else? Why would he still need to drive a carriage?
Beta let out a long sigh. His thoughts were different from the coachman's. The coachman wanted a sense of security and wanted to be a superior person, but what Beta wanted was a coachman who wouldn't die easily. After all, his current identity was that of a lord, and he would often need to travel in a carriage. In the future, he would definitely encounter many attacks and assassinations.
Beta wasn't worried about his own safety, but he was worried about the coachman. If a coachman became a professional, his chances of survival would be greatly increased.
In the game, two of Beta's coachmen had died, so he didn't want to change his coachmen frequently in the real world.
However, the coachman clearly knew that professionals should not drive carriages. This was the contradiction between the two sides.
"Sir, after becoming a Professional, I can do a lot of things for you, why do you still need me to drive the carriage?" the driver carefully asked.
Shirley let out a faint giggle that contained a hint of ridicule.
Beta, however, shook his head and didn't say anything. The quota of a Second-Class Knight was limited, and Beta didn't want to waste it. Since the coachman was ambitious and didn't want to drive a carriage anymore, Beta naturally wouldn't agree to give him the quota of a Second-Class Knight.
The sky soon turned bright. The coachman silently drove the carriage back to Harvey City. Then, he received two silver coins from Beta. He wanted to say something, but he left with endless regret. He knew that he should've had the chance to become a professional, but his answer was wrong, and he lost this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Returning to the best hotel in Harvey City, Beta sat on a brown, glossy chair and played with a starry emblem. It was taken from the assassin's body. A few drops of blood had seeped into the emblem and could not be erased. There were several dark red spots on the white petals, which were very eye-catching.
Jessica was busy around. She held a basin of water and a rag, wiping the table and chairs.
In this little maid's mind, she could fight for her master, but it was just a supplementary ability. It was her job as a maid.
No matter how abnormal Jessica's understanding of the world was because of her childhood wandering, she was still a good girl. Beta was actually quite happy about this. After all, a girl who was willing to work could find a way out even if she wasn't a professional. Besides, it was much easier to train such a hardworking person who didn't care about her identity.
Shirley sat beside Beta. She leaned against Beta, put her hands on his shoulders, and rested her chin on her arms. The two of them looked so intimate, like a man and a woman in love.
In fact, their relationship was even closer than that of a man and a woman in love. The union of the soul was easier to make people feel good about each other than the union of the body.
"What are you going to do next?" Shirley asked slowly. "Do you want to go to the door directly, or do you want to launch a sneak attack tonight?"
As Shirley talked, her fragrant breath poured into Beta's ears. The latter couldn't help but scratch his ears and said, "Help me put up a notice outside. Just say that we're looking for a coachman. We can train a coachman into a professional, but he has to work for us and drive the carriage for ten years."
Shirley slightly raised her perfect eyebrows. "That's a bit too much. I don't think most people are willing to do that."
"It's true that ordinary professionals are unwilling, but the young people who aren't professionals and have dreams will definitely be willing. Even if they don't have ten years, they're still in the prime of their lives. They still have a lot of time. "Beta smiled and said," And there will be many people like them. "
"Okay, wait for me. I'll be back soon."
Shirley wrote the notice on a piece of white paper. Her handwriting was as beautiful as a human. When the paper was put up on the door of the hotel, it caused a sensation in less than ten minutes. More and more people focused their attention on it.
Looking at the scene from the window, Beta smiled and put Jessica, who was working, into his Mystra's Mansion. Then, he said to Shirley, who had just returned from downstairs, "Let's go for a walk with the Morning Flower family."
Walk … It was a simple word, but Shirley heard a bit of murderous intent in it. She smiled and thought that it was good. When a man was bullied, he wouldn't be a man if he didn't take revenge. Of course, if Beta didn't take revenge and chose to keep the peace, she would think that Beta was a tolerant person. After all, no matter what decision Beta made, Shirley wouldn't have any objections. After all, she loved Beta to the bone.
The Morning Flower family was the Doyle family. As one of the most famous families in Harvey, Sodus had been living quite happily recently, but there were some unhappy things.
When a person had nothing to do for a long time, they would have some strange hobbies. Sodus liked to steal other people's wives the most. Of course, this kind of "stealing" was different from "stealing" on the physical level. He liked to use sweet words and money to make women willingly fall into his arms.
Recently, he had taken a fancy to the wife of a blacksmith. He knew that woman before. She was quite pretty, and he wasn't very interested in her at first. However, some time ago, when he saw her again by accident, he found that the woman's figure had actually grown. Perhaps because of the "nourishment," her figure had become very good. Her skin was snow-white, and she had the charm of a woman who had just become a married woman.
Seeing this, Sodus was very tempted. He used all his tricks, sweet words, and money to finally win the woman's heart.
What made him even happier was that the pain and wailing of the victim made him feel like he had taken a dose of the best drug. His whole body was so comfortable that he felt like he was in a dream.
After playing with that woman for a few days, he was a little tired of her. That was normal. Only women who were in love were the most beautiful. Once they betrayed their love and sold their souls for money, they would gradually become unbearably vulgar and lose their charm. Their "shelf life" was only a few days.
However, when he was about to abandon that woman, he heard that the blacksmith had suddenly become a professional.
After asking for the whole story, he immediately found the person who turned blacksmiths into professionals. It was a noble, a great noble in the truest sense of the word.
The Doyle family had been the local tyrant in Harvey for more than 200 years. They could be considered as real nobles. He knew very well that this young noble in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. He was definitely trained by a big family. As expected, he was driven away after saying a few words. That look of disdain on his face still made him feel like his head was about to explode.
However, Sodus did not want to take revenge. As a competent playboy, he knew very well who he could touch and who he couldn't.
After being depressed for a few days, Sodus finally wanted to go out for a walk. He put his arm around the blacksmith's former woman, who was now his lover, and walked out of the house.
He planned to play with this woman for one more day and then "throw" her away. At most, he would give her three gold coins. The best nightingale in the city was about the same price.
Just a few steps out of the door, Sodus saw a man and a woman not far in front of him. Then his whole body froze.
Both the man and the woman had an outstanding temperament. They had similar bright blonde hair. Not to mention the man, the woman was not only beautiful, but also had a very holy temperament.
Sodus was very familiar with these two men. He had met them a few days ago and had even been humiliated by them.
Is the other party here as a visitor? For some reason, Sodus suddenly felt his heart beating very fast.