For the Japanese, a title is something completely unimaginable. Since ancient times, the Japanese people have only thought of the various classes of Bushido and the official positions among ministers. As for this title, it seems to be the patent of the Imperial family.
As soon as Hyoutaro said that he had been knighted, the three of them subconsciously thought about the minister. They all asked in surprise, "Nobled? The prime minister made you a general and even the name of the city lord. We all believe it because you are a warrior! Why?" Maybe a knighthood?"
"Impossible!" The three of them yelled like a wild cat that had stepped on its tail.
Hyoutaro took a long breath and nodded, "It's hard to imagine? But this is the fact. Among the six nobles and eighteen nobles, I am the third-class earl, which is already considered a middle-high title!"
"The earl has food and gold, the power to form his own small guard, and his own earl's mansion in the future..." Hyoutaro became more and more excited as he spoke. He suddenly stood up and pointed at the dilapidated house and shouted.
"I think back then I was just an errand boy under Evil Eight Lang. I was not even a thug. I had to work in vain every day to pay off those loan sharks that I will never understand..."
"I was beaten and scolded. I was called a bad gambler by you, and even Evil Eight Lang tried to bully my sister! Who was I at that time? I was just an orphan who was worse than a wild dog! I was just a pile of mud..."
Hyōtaro wanted to vent all the darkness in his heart today. He has followed the Prime Minister for more than three years, but he has never dared to return to this sad place. Even if it is not necessary, he is too lazy to pass by the hillside where he grew up. .
There are so many painful memories for him here, so many that he dare not look directly at them and can only choose to avoid them. He is afraid of the eyes of people here. Whenever the villagers here bow to him or pay attention, he clearly knows that they are kind eyes, envious eyes, and proud eyes...
But Hyoutaro still couldn't escape the shadow of inferiority in his heart. Those glances made him feel on pins and needles. He just felt that everyone was laughing at him, everyone was whispering, and everyone was reliving the unpleasant memories of his past.
Hyoutaro once secretly told this secret to his godfather Xiao Letian. Xiao Letian said that this is a mental illness that should be faced with more sunshine and more initiative.
What the godfather said was right, Hyoutaro also felt that this was a disease that needed to be cured! But it is easy to say it, but it is difficult to do it when it is your turn.
Until today, he finally mustered up the courage to return to the sad place of the past. He wants to use the glory of the title to wash away the memory of inferiority in the past. If he wants to be reborn, he must first return to the place where he fell.
In the history of human civilization for thousands of years, nobles have always been the class at the top of the pyramid, and the worship of nobles has been imprinted in human blood. Not to mention the Middle Ages, even in the 21st century, people still maintain a respectful attitude toward the aristocratic groups left behind by certain countries.
The influence of aristocratic culture can still be seen in people's lives. If you open a restaurant with a better decoration, you can say that you are a noble and enjoy it. If you get a VIP gold card in the Foot Washing City, you still make excuses for being respected by the nobility!
If you open a bottle of red wine and don't say it is the favorite brand of the British and French royal families, you will feel very embarrassed. You will live in vain even if you wear a pair of leather boots. They are made by top Italian craftsmen and are worn by European nobles.
This is already the 21st century, and the aristocratic plot in human bones has not yet been tempered, let alone the 19th century.
In the minds of people like Hyoutaro, canonizing a noble is no less than a purification of one's own bloodline, just like undergoing whole-body hemodialysis. The blood of the untouchables makes Xiao Letian's canonization instantly become a noble bloodline with a mythical color. .
Not to mention that the Chinese order abolished the idea of divine right of kings, not to mention the new rule of three generations of decline, in the hearts of ordinary people they still use the values of the past to look at problems.
Hyoutaro was spinning around on the tatami like a trapped animal. He was shouting and foaming at the mouth. He was venting all the pent-up energy in his heart!
"...I should be grateful here. This is not my place of suffering, this is my blessed place! It was here that I met my godfather and the prime minister..."
"I should be more grateful to Evil Eight Lang and those who insulted me. Without their humiliation, it would be impossible for me to become a member of the new world. I would be like those dead thugs, stupidly following Evil Eight Lang to cause chaos. , and finally let the Prime Minister clarify the canonical punishment!"
"Suffering is my benefactor, and this is my blessed land! Do you know this blessed land..."
The two guys with weak legs and feet were already kneeling on the tatami, with their foreheads pressed against it and their whole bodies trembling, not daring to make a sound.
Only the shopkeeper with a severed hand could still hold on. Although he was kneeling on his knees, his waist was still straight and he could still look at Hyoutaro.
After venting for more than twenty minutes, until it was bright outside and the surrounding neighbors gathered around to watch, and some people even knelt down to worship the lord, Hyōtaro gradually calmed down from the hysteria.
With a snap, a genuine leather money bag was thrown on the tatami. Judging by the weight, there were at least hundreds of dragon-marked silver coins inside, and there were also rolls of banknotes in the gaps between the ropes.
"I lost my temper. There is a reward of more than 20,000 yuan here. You can take it and renovate this store! When I am free in the future, I will often come to your place to drink... After all, you represent my past life!"
Hyoutaro's mental illness has finally been cured, and the aristocratic halo above his head has transformed all his past suffering and shame into legends in the mouths of all people.
"Han Xin was humiliated by his crotch, but he was finally made a marquis! The ancients could do it, why can't I do it?" Hyoutaro walked out of the tavern with a smile on his face, and a crowd of fellow villagers knelt down at the door.
The shopkeeper with the broken hand looked at the heavy money bag on the tatami, and the expression on his face became ferocious. He whispered softly, "Why? Why on earth is this?"
Just when Hyoutarou was about to walk out of the door of the tavern, the shopkeeper Danzou suddenly moved. He raised his foot and stepped on the sheath of the Ribashi on the tatami. He pulled out the Ribashi with his only left hand and stabbed Hyōtaro straight with a cold light. .
"Baga! You bad gambling ghost soldier... go to hell!" His facial features were distorted in the roar.
"General, sir, be careful..." the crowd exclaimed. Hyoutarou almost subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the evil wind behind him, and then drew his sword with his backhand. The famous sword "Kiku-ichimon" was unsheathed at the scene.
Hyōtaro didn't even look back. He waved back with one hand, and the cold light blade slashed towards the evil wind in an arc.
This is purely an intuition developed on the battlefield. It is a real killing swordsmanship, not a skill that can be honed in a dojo competition.
"Yeah!" With a muffled groan, Hyōtaro's uniform on the left rib was cut open, and an inch-long wound was exposed. The wound was not too deep and only damaged the skin.
Note: Xin Jing would like to ask weakly... It's the end of the month, and the month will pass in a few days. Can Xin Jing please subscribe to the main website for genuine subscription?
It’s too little. The subscriptions this month are much less than last month! I don’t know how it happened. Aren’t there strong reactions to the recent chapters in Shuyou Group and WeChat Group? But why don’t you come to see the original version...
Half of the sales were missing! It’s so shocking…
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