Chapter 278： Could it be that I am not the protagonist

"Count Greyman, I'm about to leave for Gabela, so I'll bother you again before I leave."

Sitting in the reception room was Mond Langdon, a scholar from the Bachelor's Tower who had been here a few days ago. Paul thought he would leave the Northwest Bay directly after taking Kevin away from the prison, but he didn't expect him to come again.

The person who brought him to the Lord's Mansion was Gabela's "countryman" of Mond - Betty.

"Is there anything else Mr. Langdon wants to do? Which prisoner do you want to take away?"

"Oh no. This time it's just to say goodbye to you."

Paul was very surprised by the scholar's answer. The two of them just met once, and there was no deep friendship.

Even Irene, who was sitting by the side, found it strange that Mond took Kevin home after the two had a chat in Feilong Pavilion last time, and came to Huxin Town again a few days later, please take him goodbye Paul side. Could it be that the two hit it off so well that they became friends after just one conversation?

I saw Mond Langdon say to Paul with admiration: "In the past few days, I have been visiting around your territory, and everything I have seen and heard shows that you are an extraordinary lord."

Going around? Damn, it's not spying on information, is it?

Paul was startled, then relieved. Not to mention that Mond is an acquaintance of Betty, and no spy would make a special trip to come to him and throw himself into the trap.

Hehe, this guy didn't come here to flatter me, did he?

"I saw the ships with heavy sails in the port, the prosperous trading activities in the market, the exquisite utensils and...iron products in the shops, the town has a school for the children of the common people, and the farmers also mentioned to me a kind that can quickly The mechanical monsters that harvest the grain, oh... and the public toilets and bathhouses, things people say are thanks to you."

"Haha, Mr. Langdon has won the prize."

Mond changed the subject: "My lord, what are your chances of winning the war with the Northwest Duke?"

This buddy's thinking is so detached that he can't keep up.

Paul shook his head and said seriously: "Mr. Langdon, first of all, I want to correct your statement. Maltz Kent is just a [usurper], and his duke title is illegal. We have a personal letter from the previous duke and his Brother to testify."

Mond said apologetically, "My wording was wrong, please forgive me."

Only then did Paul say: "As for the war with Maltz Kent, I am 100% confident that I can win. If it weren't for the riot, maybe my army would have reached Center City."

Mond agreed, "Just because the people in your territory don't look hungry, 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, abolish those messy taxes, and then crack down on the bad behavior of raising food prices, won't the common people have money to buy more food?"

In the past year, Paul has successively asked the Government Council to cancel a lot of taxes that made him feel inexplicable as a time traveler, such as livestock tax, poultry tax, dog tax, wine tax, marriage tax, etc... Which the **** are they? Invented by a genius.

Except for the salt people like Kevin because of their special circumstances, the "disposable income" of most of the citizens has increased a lot, and the increase in the income of the citizens has further promoted the development and prosperity of commerce.

Mond was thoughtful: "After defeating the Kent family, you must surely become the dominant force in the Northwest Gulf, Earl."

He had inquired carefully about the Battle of Bidolberg, in which Paul's army had obviously played a decisive role.

Paul quickly waved his hand: "Don't dare, I dare not expect to dominate the situation in the Northwest Gulf. Besides, there is His Majesty the King and his old man, how dare I overstep.

He didn't notice that when His Majesty was mentioned, the corner of Irene's mouth curled up in a beautiful arc.

"Earl Greiman!" Mond's expression and tone suddenly became serious, making both Paul and Irene startled.

"Whether you are willing or not, at that time you will definitely hold powerful power in your hands. This power may come from your authority, your army, or just your prestige, but absolutely It is a force that cannot be ignored. And this force can neither be abused nor shelved."

There was a sense of preaching in Mond's mouth, which made Paul a little unhappy. But he didn't show it, he just looked at each other with puzzled eyes.

The scholar continued: "Remember our previous conversation, I think—only a wise lord or...leader is qualified and capable of using your power."

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

He picked up the water glass: "Haha, Mr. Langdon, in fact, our views are not completely opposite. Why do we have to separate the hero from the people? Don't you think that heroes are often a part of the people? Of course I will try my best to go in that direction…”

Mond interrupted him: "That's right, but what I want to ask is... When this great hero appears at some point in the future, will you assist him, or go further - will you be loyal to him? ?”

"Pfft!" So it wasn't me, Paul spit out the water he just drank from his mouth, "What... what do you mean? What do you mean by that?"

Before the scholar answered, Irene on the side reminded him with a worried face: "Senior Mond, Earl Greyman is a vassal of the Aldo Kingdom, and he already has an object of allegiance—His Majesty Rodney XVII."

Mond Langdon still maintained a serious expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "When the prophesied doomsday comesWhether it is a kingdom or an empire, or a duchy, an alliance, etc., it will lose its meaning. , the old ties will only become burdens and obstacles, which are nothing in the face of ultimate justice - the continuation of our culture, ethics, and morality."

Paul and Irene were stunned by these words, what doomsday was prophesied? What ultimate justice? Brother, this sounds so good.

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

"Even if it means sacrificing what we currently think of as good—family, kinship, and friendship."

He turned to Irene with a hint of pity in his expression: "Betty, when everything you hold dear is sacrificed because of the ultimate justice, will you stand on the opposite side of justice?"

Irene replied blankly: "I...I don't know...Senior, I don't even know what you are talking about?"

Paul asked with question marks all over his face, "Can you explain a little more clearly?"

Mond did not explain, and continued: "When the situation develops further, you will understand. Betty, Earl Greiman, you are all very good people, I want to give you advice-don't resist the general trend of history, but to Follow it, fit in with it, we can only get through this as a united body under the leadership of our savior. With that said, I bid farewell."

He bowed to Paul, glanced at Irene again, turned and left the reception room, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

"Betty, isn't your senior a member of a cult?"

"I... I've never heard him say such a strange statement. What happened in the past few years?"

Paul looked at the direction where Mont Langdon left, with mixed emotions in his heart.

Savior? Allegiance?

Could it be that I, the time traveler, am not the protagonist?