Reincarnated with the Country System

Alberto and the others began to tour the city.

"Wow! This is a real fantasy world, merchants on the streets. People in armour, horses, and I'm stepping on shit. The terrible smell of the air, which explains why there will be two hundred million deaths in the future. Damn it, I hate it! It's unsanitary that those novels and anime were lies, after all!"

Alberto covered his face with a handkerchief because of the stench. Since this was a medieval world, the sanitation system here was not that good. Only the rich had toilets and the common people had to defecate in the open or on the streets. So if you are not careful while walking on the streets, you can step in someone's shit. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

"At least the adventurers are real. But the smell of this place is horrible as hell, all the novels I read were lies. The medieval cities depicted in novels, anime and movies are all lies. Maybe I should read accurate history books."

Aisha was also feeling ashamed. They were currently in the lower commerce zone of the capital, although she did not want to bring them here, but Alberto's insistence forced her to bring them here because Alberto was interested in seeing what the lives of ordinary people in the fantasy world were like.

Alberto asked Aisha a question, "So Miss Aisha, are you the only elves in this country? I haven't seen anyone like you yet."

"Ah! Actually, the number of elves in our country is very small. 70 percent of the population of our kingdom is humans, the remaining 27 percent are slaves and three percent are citizens of other races. Our dark elves tribe lives in the Great Forest, which is located on Mapro, which is the second largest island of the Britannia Kingdom. You will see many dark elves like me there."

"Umm.... that means you came from a long way away"

"Yes, I have always wanted to be a Royal knight since I was a child, so I left our forest and came here ten years ago to participate in the annual sword competition, where after winning, I was appointed to the Royal Knights."

Soon, they saw a crowd of people jamming up the road in front of them.

The sound coming from them was either vicious cursing or mocking laughter, accompanied by the sound of something striking something else. Cries along the lines of "Someone's going to die" and "Better get the guards" rose up from them.

The crowd blocked their line of sight, but they were certain that some kind of violence was in progress.

Aisha saw two guards who were also looking at the crowd but did not take any action.

Her expression turned cold, and she walked up beside the guards.

"What's going on here?!"

The guard jumped in fright.

The man wore a chain shirt and carried a spear; his surcoat was emblazoned with the Britannia Kingdom's crest draping over the armour. This was the standard uniform of the average guard in the Britannia Kingdom, but Aisha could immediately sense that neither of the men was well-trained.

To begin with, their physiques were unremarkable—soft and lacking the definition that came from rigorous training. They were unshaven, and their chain shirts bore the dull sheen of neglect, tarnished by dirt and grime.

"Seems to be a civilian disturbance." A guard said. The guards became nervous because they did not expect the vice-captain of the Royal Knights to be in such a place.

Unlike the Palace guards, the guards who patrolled the city were drawn from the civilian populace and were not well-trained. In truth, they were merely civilians who knew how to use weapons. Therefore, they also lacked courage compared to trained soldiers and knights.

While Aisha was scolding the guards, Alberto and his three security staff walked towards the crowd. They were basically following Alberto.

They pushed through the crowd and headed towards the centre.

They see some people kicking something.

"Fuck you doing, young man?!"

One of those men had noticed Alberto approaching and snarled at him. A muscular man.

"This place seemed a little noisy, so I came to take a look."

"You want a piece of this?!"

Alberto noticed that the person these people were kicking was actually a small boy, the boy had passed out after being brutalized for so long, but he still looked like he was breathing.

Alberto looked at the men again. The smell of alcohol hung about their mouths and bodies.

Alberto had a blank expression on his face as he asked:

"I don't know why you're doing this, but don't you think it's time to stop?"

"Hah?! This punk got his food all over my shirt! How could I let that go easily?"

One of the men pointed to a spot on his shirt. It did look like a stain. However, the men's clothes were filthy to begin with. That being the case, the stain was hardly obvious.

"Hub! … public safety in this city is quite bad. It's been a long time since I've seen such garbage."

"Ah?!"

These people get angry by this.

"Ah? What the fuck you say?"

"Begone."

The muscular man — clenched his fist. Compared to him, Alberto seemed far inferior. The muscular man looked as if he could throw Alberto several meters away with a single punch. The people around them realized this and gasped in horror at the tragedy which was about to befall Alberto.

But before the man's punch could hit Alberto, something blocked it. It was Carl who easily blocked the man's punch and pressed the man's hand, causing him to scream in pain.

The people in the crowd were surprised by this.

The man's companions come forward, but they, too, are easily defeated by Alberto's bodyguards.

"Do you still wish to fight?" Alberto quietly said.

Aisha also reached there with the guards by then, but the situation had already been brought under control. She ordered the guards to arrest the troublemakers.

She apologizes to Alberto for this situation. But Alberto smiled and told her to take care of the injured boy first.

Aisha quickly ordered the guards to take the boy to the temple for treatment.

Slowly everyone started leaving as their entertainment was over.