The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

If he decided to flatten someone's city, drag out a king or a duke and kill him... it seemed like there was nothing he couldn't do!

How can this be done?

"These people are here again?"

Shu Yichao said as he looked at the flags coming from afar.

“They are so enthusiastic.”

These days, all kinds of envoys have been coming one after another.

Every time they came, they brought seas of supplies and mountains of gold and silver, but no one knew what they were going to do with them.

but--

Don’t refuse free money.

For the sake of the iron pagoda which would surely be very expensive in the future, Shu Yichao naturally accepted it with pleasure.

"You go and receive them." Shu Yichao said to Sophia, and then he continued to burn Willis City with great interest.

After all, there had just been a heavy rain, and there were rivers everywhere in the city of Willis, so the progress of burning the city was a little delayed.

Many things had to be dragged out and dried before being burned.

"The Supreme Saint."

"The Invincible Caesar."

"The great priest king."

"The Lord's most favored Khitan warrior."

"Conqueror of Europe and Asia."

"A demigod who steps on all the seas and lands of the world."

"Humble mortals offer you our respect, including our souls and bodies, which is as tiny as dust..."

The envoys from all over the country bent down and lowered their heads as soon as they entered the camp, not daring to breathe. After a long song, they nervously presented a long list of gifts.

Sophia looked at the gifts happily.

Colorful curtains, ornaments made of ivory, gold, silver and gemstones, luxurious silk woven with gold and silver threads, shimmering and crystal-clear perfume bottles, and historical scrolls...

"I will accept it on behalf of Caesar."

Sophia tucked the gift list into her sleeve.

"You guys go back."

If this practice of just accepting gifts without doing anything or even allowing conversation happened in other countries, these envoys would probably jump up in anger on the spot.

But at this moment, no one expressed any dissatisfaction.

No one felt indignant or disrespected because the person who received them was just a little girl.

On the contrary, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking out of the tent and looking at each other, the envoys all smiled happily.

Caesar of Khitan, he took the money!

What does this mean?

This shows that Caesar, who came from Khitan, had no plans to drag out and kill any of the princes for the time being.

Isn’t this good news?

After all, if we review Shu Yichao's past actions, if he wanted to kill someone, he would have already mounted his warhorse, drawn his bow, and taken up his scimitar.

Just rush towards whichever city you are targeting!

As long as he doesn't come to attack the city, everything will be fine.

Isn't it just money?

give him!

Even if he had to give away the coffin and the dowry, and drain the slush fund, as long as he could get rid of this plague god, it would be worth it even if he could only drink porridge for the next few years.

The messengers put aside their nationality prejudices and past grudges and discussed with each other how to make Shu Yichao happy.

"If you're a knight, you should like good horses."

"There are three-meter-tall horses in the Plantagenet Kingdom—find a way to get them for him."

"As for armor... Duke Milan should have some good stuff."

"Get some too. Put all sorts of patterns on it, all sorts of gold and silver edgings. The prettier and more gorgeous the better."

"As for antiques... I wonder if the Pope and the Archbishop have any good stuff."

"Or look for the Emperor of Saint No and the King of Iris—"

"People of Zhelea, have you paid off Norma's debt?" someone asked the Zhelea envoy.

Although this time the Jelaya people successfully made great contributions to the Khitan Caesar.

But everyone is a smart person. Their master has done many things to get rid of the donkey after it has served its purpose, and no one is cleaner than anyone else.

What happened before could not guarantee Relea’s safety from Shu Yichao’s hands.

You know, apart from Willis, the Norma Empire owes the most to Relea.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The messenger from Zhelea blew his beard and glared: "We are the loyal subjects of His Majesty Caesar——"

"If a lord asks his vassal for pocket money, can that be considered an outstanding debt?"

“That’s the dedication we should have!”

"Oh——" Everyone understood.

The whole city of Relea is probably busy burning IOUs.

"By the way, does he like beautiful women?" someone interrupted.

"Should we find some..."

"It's not easy." The other envoys shook their heads: "What if we are born low and anger the Khitan Caesar—"

"As for those whose ancestors have noble blood, my master originally wanted to persuade them, but ended up frightening the girl to death on the spot."

"Then I woke up and cried my eyes out..."

"If we really send it, I'm afraid it will bring bad things."

"How about the desert dancer? She's full of exotic charm..."

"She originally came from a foreign land. What if she is actually a village girl from that place?"

The envoys were discussing heatedly.

The envoy of the Shengnuo Empire felt that he seemed out of tune with them.

Thinking of the so-called "love letter" in my bag, written by my master himself, decorated with roses and scented with essence...

I always feel like if I just walk in like this——

Quite bald.

Especially since the Khitan Caesar was still young, and his master was so old...

If others regard this as a humiliation.

Tsk.

Forget it, just pretend it never happened.

The envoy of the Shengnuo Empire immediately began to think about where to get the gifts.

But there are exceptions.

[You have been subjected to a diplomatic insult by Lithuania.]

Shu Yichao: “?”

This big wave is not over yet, right?

Constantine XI, who had returned to Constantinople and was preparing to deal with the land left by the nobles, felt that he was almost out of temper with Lithuania.

"bed bugs!"

"Rubbish!"

"waste!"

"idiot!"

"You are the most hateful cancer in this world!"

"The Lord will never forgive you!"

"If that hateful barbarian doesn't stop his brutal behavior."

"Then when all the paladins descend with divine punishment, everything will be judged."

"It's so annoying." Constantine XI threw away the letter and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Every time I come here, it's basically a bunch of nonsense, but I have to read it. After all, it's a letter from a powerful country in the north.

If you don't read it, if there is something important, wouldn't it be a waste of the opportunity to communicate with each other?

"Eh--"

In the end, Constantine XI could only sigh helplessly.

Chapter 72-Blood Rose

"It's gone."

After watching Shu Yichao and his thousands of cavalrymen marching further and further away in the rising dust—

All the messengers could not help but burst into tears.

Their master has escaped through various means in the past few days.

Those who have relatives in foreign countries will go there to live temporarily, even if it means traveling across the ocean.

If there was a fortress deep in the mountains, he would sneak into the castle with his trusted confidants, and he would not care even if the castle was leaky and drafty.

Those who had cellars and secret passages at home would move their entire families in, store enough drinking water and food, and hide inside to pray every day.

Leaving these messengers alone to face the extremely dangerous Whip of God.

Only those who really can't escape will stay in the Apennine Peninsula.

For example, the current Duke of Milan.

He was originally just a mercenary. He proclaimed himself the Grand Duke after he robbed Milan a few years ago, and his position was not stable to begin with.

If he slipped away to a foreign country at this time, all his efforts for half his life would be wasted.

So he could only hide in the military camp, never taking off his armor or sword, and trying every possible way to give gifts and build relationships with Shu Yichao, so that he wouldn't be beaten up on a whim.

so far so good.

Those days when everyone was terrified are finally over.

The astronomical gifts they gave finally satisfied the Khitan Caesar.

"We must have a good party tonight."

"Get drunk comfortably."

"Have a good sleep!"

The messengers were extremely happy and felt like saints who had turned the tide.

I guess it's no less impressive than the pope in history who successfully persuaded another Whip of God to leave.

As for who Shu Yichao will harm next.

They just don't care.

Drink while you can and don’t worry about what’s right or wrong in front of you.