The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 62: No One Allowed to Stand Out!!

"His Excellency the Duke is exhausted and has been escorted back to the mansion by the butler. Before leaving, he granted Mr. Bright's request for this surgery. His Excellency the Duke agrees to allow Mr. Bright to perform the delivery on Lady Eliza!"

The moment this result came out, the nobles in the club, including the prosecutor who had deliberately targeted Duke Oss, were utterly shocked.

That kid made it out alive? And... he even got permission?

What exactly did he say to the Duke? Or has the Duke's personality truly become so gentle?

"Thank you, Mr. Michel." Bright stepped forward and bowed sincerely to Michel. "Without your help, Mrs. Eliza would have been in serious trouble this time."

"You're welcome..." Michelle looked at the other person with a deep look in her eyes.

This kid... is getting a bit out of my control!

If the other party simply had some martial prowess, he could accept it. But the other party clearly had more than that. He knew Duke Os's personality well; without sufficient benefits, he couldn't be swayed. The only possibility that he could survive after offending the other party was that he had persuaded him.

What is it that they rely on?

Michelle was not used to this situation that was out of control, but he had no choice now that things had come to this point. There was still room for cooperation with the other party, and he did not want to resort to extreme measures unless absolutely necessary.

Let's take another look.

"Gentlemen, please make way. Lady Eliza's condition is urgent, and I need to see a doctor immediately."

A group of nobles' eyes lit up, and they were all considering whether to befriend and win over the two spirit healers in Holy Stone City. The two spirit healers in Holy Stone City were too extravagant. If Eliza could consider giving up the two of them, then it would not be impossible for her to inherit the title. A few mines are nothing compared to the value of a spirit healer.

Let's observe for a while. If the other party is sensible, it's not impossible to talk.

"Mr. Bright has achieved so much at such a young age. His future is limitless. Please go ahead. I hope to invite you to my humble abode for a chat after tonight."

As soon as the first earl spoke, many nobles followed suit and extended invitations. Of course, some old marquises did not lower themselves, but they all had their own ulterior motives. The value of the Yin Spirit Healer was indeed very high, but there was no need to rush to curry favor now. When it came to offering conditions, those earls had no resources as great as them.

However, there are many Marquises of Milandil, and it would be difficult to win them over to one's own family. One must go back and look for suitable candidates.

"Mr. Bright, you're likely to be very busy after tonight."

Inside the carriage, Michelle continued her nonchalant banter.

"What is Mr. Michel referring to?"

"Mr. Bright isn't married, is he?"

"Uh..." Bright was taken aback. This was a sore point. The job of a corpse collector was a guaranteed income, but finding a wife was very difficult. The old man had refused to allow the original owner of this body to marry a refugee, so it dragged on until he was over twenty.

At this age, an unmarried man is considered old among ordinary people.

"Then you'd better be careful. Doctors with extraordinary abilities have always been the preferred marriage partners for nobles."

"Why?" Brett was clearly lacking in common sense in this regard.

"All extraordinary doctors will inevitably receive the title of Viscount, thus reaching the threshold of nobility in terms of status. Then there's the value of extraordinary doctors: many diseases that ordinary doctors cannot cure, extraordinary doctors can. They can even help some of their extraordinary practitioners maintain and enhance their abilities. This value is immeasurable. The Yin Spirit type has always been a rare talent, and Yin Spirit healers are even rarer. Believe me, if you successfully prove today that you can handle extraordinary surgeries involving Yin Spirits, you'll have plenty of marquises wanting to marry off their daughters tomorrow!"

"This..." Bright covered his forehead. He really hadn't thought about this. In such a strange world, Bright had never thought about getting married and having children. Because there were transmigrators everywhere, he even wondered if his child would be a native or a transmigrator.

"Oh, we've arrived..." Michelle sensed the carriage stop, peeked out from behind the curtain, and chuckled, "That thing inside Lady Eliza is quite something. It has such a strong spiritual reaction. Is it really Martin's child?"

Bright: "........"

"Well, I won't ask any more questions. You're confident, right?"

Bright took a deep breath. To be honest, no...

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"Sir, this is too risky!"

Inside the Duke's mansion, the old butler said sternly, "A mere lad who's just become a superhuman doctor, so arrogant and boastful? Can he really solve a problem like yours? How is that possible?"

"But he did see through my secret at a glance, something even Ornn couldn't have seen through before."

"That must be Michel's scheme; he and that kid were in cahoots all along!"

"What's the point then?" Os laughed. "Michel used this secret to gain my favor; he's already achieved his goal. Why bother with this whole charade? What's the point of this whole thing?"

"This..." The old butler choked for a moment, but then immediately said, "Even if he figured it out, it's impossible for him to do what he said. It's too illogical."

"Given my situation, which is consistent with common sense, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you," Os said with a smile and a shake of his head.

"But you can say that again..."

"You still don't understand, old friend." Os sighed. "I am no longer the mighty lion of the empire I once was. The family is in a dangerous situation, and I have to try anything."

The butler opened his mouth, then fell silent.

The Duke's family was legendary for two generations, but later on, the lineage broke down, as if the family's vitality had been exhausted. The patriarch had thirty-seven wives, more than two hundred children, and thousands of grandchildren, but none of them could hold their own.

However, this is actually quite normal from a probability perspective. Both the master and his father were legendary figures, one in a million. It is normal that even if there were thousands of such descendants, none of them would be able to produce someone similar.

There are some talented grandchildren, but they are far from enough to inherit the city of Mirandil!

"That kid should know the consequences of deceiving me. If his only goal was to assassinate me, it would be much simpler. You don't really think a mere kid could kill me, even on the operating table, do you?"

The butler finally nodded: "But his status as a doctor is under Lady Eliza's authority."

"It's a trade. That's exactly what the kid wants; he wants a viscount's title. I'll give it to him, as long as he can keep his word!"

"Alright, I'll have someone prepare the list of materials he provided."

"Hmm..." Os nodded, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Are there any girls of the right age in the family?"

"Uh..." The butler was taken aback. The Duke wanted to arrange a marriage?

Although the Duke has many grandchildren, he is still a ducal family. Isn't this a bit too hasty?

"If he truly has the ability, his direct descendants aren't out of the question. I can't even remember who my great-grandchildren are anymore. Can you help me take a look and see if there's anyone suitable? I need someone clever, not stupid, but also charismatic!"

"Don't worry, sir, I'll arrange it right away..."

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"President!"

Meanwhile, Park Young-joon, the chairman of Han Du City, received terrible news as soon as he arrived.

That foolish vice president chose to use force to seize someone else's official driver's association, and ended up getting killed!

"Have you considered that the Chinese player only got this opportunity because he gained the trust of the nobles? If your forceful robbery is exposed, everyone in Han City at Milan Dier Academy could be implicated?"

"I just can't accept it..." the vice president gritted his teeth, "What gives her the right?"

boom!

With a single slap, the tall vice president was sent flying backward, his face completely distorted.

"Damn stupid woman..." Park Young-joon took a deep breath, then looked at Choi Woo-cheol, who was looking down, and said coldly, "Your sister is stupid. I hope you can provide something useful. Tell me, what's the story with that woman who beat all of you down?"

Half an hour later, Park Young-joon frowned: "A knight? This is a bit troublesome..."

Knights may not be considered nobles, but they are still part of the nobility. The other party is a super knight, and if they openly attack, it would be a violation of imperial law.

"Did you send bribes to the faculty advisors? Is it really impossible to get some of our people in?"

"We tried it, but it didn't work. Those Chinese players have a lot of influence; they can practically decide everyone's choices. Even the dean of the law school couldn't put anyone in the running. Otherwise, we wouldn't have resorted to that method!"

"Is that so?" A cold glint flashed in Park Young-joon's eyes. "Then destroy it!"

"President? Are you sure? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"What can we do if we can't seize even the best opportunities? We must not allow the players we've already suppressed to rise again. Otherwise, when other players see this, they'll think that Han City is already weak, unable even to suppress a law student intern. How can we then force more people to join us?"

That's how guilds operate: they seize resources and squeeze other players' living space. You either join us or you'll be completely marginalized.

The players who join can only work obediently at the bottom level under their rules. Of course, they are not stingy in giving some meat to those who are willing to work hard, but the premise is that they are willing to be the dogs of the guild. As for the scattered players outside, they must not be allowed to rise again and again.

Murong Yunji is an exception. She rose to prominence too quickly. Han City was not yet fully formed, but now... given the size of Han City, if a wild player were to rise to prominence again, then he would become a laughing stock!