Netheril’s Brilliance

　　 "How about it, do those mobs have a lot of oil and water"?

The potbellied Zweig-koala sat on a luxurious leather chair. He gently shook the ice-cube red wine in the glass. With his other hand, he hugged a maid who was already breathing hard, and asked the next one. The steward of the sharp-mouthed monkey gills.

　　 "My lord really has eyes like a torch, and he can see the cunningness of those untouchables at a glance. I can't hide anything from you. The refugees really have a lot of oil and water in their hands. Now they are finally handed over for bread."

　　 Hearing the butler's compliment, Zweig laughed happily, and the chair under his hips creaked.

　　 "Old Cora, listen carefully. Those poor people seem to be destitute, but all of them are the same as Ququmai. As long as you squeeze hard, you can always squeeze out oil and water, hahaha"!

　　 "Master is really wise, but the old man can't say such philosophical words."

　　 Seeing that his master is in a good mood, the butler of the chicken thieves rushes to express a flattery, and all kinds of praises are endless.

　　 "But there is still so much food in our warehouse, and those poor ghosts have no money, what can we do next"?

Thinking of the grain piled up in the warehouse, the cunning housekeeper also had some clusters. The excess grain was the product of last year’s harvest. However, in order to drive up the price, the nobles did not hide the existence of this grain. The outbreak of such a plague caused the city of Dolez to disconnect from other territories.

Seeing that half a million khakis (a unit of weight, equal to half a catty) are about to rotten at the warehouse level, and there is nowhere to sell them except for the Minohorn Chamber of Commerce. The nobles began to put pressure on the commercial agent Zweig. Ask him to give everyone an explanation.

Zweig stopped his smile and put down the red wine in his hand. These grains were the common property of nearly half of the nobles in Dolize. In order to obtain benefits, Zweig paid a lot of price to recommend his family as an agent to sell food, but Because of the current situation, there is nowhere to sell food, which makes it difficult for Zweig, who is under increased pressure! Once those nobles decide to take back the food and do it alone, wouldn't the Koala family lose everything?

　　 "Well, since those poor ghosts don't have money to buy food, but don't they have wives, sons and daughters, wouldn't it be good for them to exchange these "property" for food"!

Zweig glanced, and suddenly thought of such a vicious method. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible, that is, it can reduce the number of "cumbersome", get some slaves, and reap the favor of other nobles. It's multiple purposes.

　　 "But, sir, there are no need for so many slaves in the city now, and other territories are not accepting any creatures from Dolez City"?

　　 Lao Kala spread his hands, helplessly and unwillingly, pointed out the problem to Zweig.

　　 "This is indeed a trouble...".

　　Zweig thought about the solution in his heart, and poured all the red wine in the glass at the same time.

　　 At this time, he immediately thought of a "business partner" that he had worked together and was now afraid to avoid. After careful consideration by Zweig, blinded by greed, he still greedily said:

　　 "Don't worry, I am a benevolent nobleman. Those "lucky" untouchables will have a good home."

　　Zwei finally seemed to have made up his mind, and he exhaled heavily, and then recovered the cruel smile of the conspiracy, he grinned his big jagged teeth, and recalled with a strange smile.

　　 Zweig, whose thoughts had flown on the ulterior way, didn't hear the maid around him screaming out of the hands being kneaded by the vigorous palm, let alone see the subtle joy that flashed through the eyes of Old Korah.

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　　Different from the triumphant and joyful aristocrat who has harvested the last bit of wealth from the poor, Cascarser now only feels that his own world is so dark and dirty, cold and ruthless.

After organizing the refugees to encamp, Keskaser immediately rushed to the castle to meet Gorath, and until the moment he walked into the castle, he still imagined that his lord could compassionately consider for the citizens and withdraw. Order prohibiting refugees from entering the city.

　　 But his lord was making out with his concubines, and he refused to summon Kassar at all.

The disappointed knight commander had to go to the church for help, to the gods he had always believed in. He hoped that the church of the **** of knights, Heronius, would extend a helping hand to the starving poor outside the city, and at least convince the nobles to provide free relief. Some food and medicine.

However, the pastor of the Church of Heronius clearly told Keskaser that Heronius is a kind and lawful god, so as believers, they can send pastors and apprentices to rescue refugees, but they have no right to dry up the "legal" wishes of the nobles. .

After expressing his helpless gratitude to the pastor of the Church of Hyrones, Keskarther took another approach. He led his pro-signature overnight to summon the civilians of Dolez City to donate supplies, and called on every influential merchant and nobleman to jointly express his petition to the lord. .

But the passionate Cascarser was disappointed again. Many people in Dolez City who were bewitched by the nobles completely forgot that the knight commander had done the work, and forgot that the refugees outside were their close compatriots a week ago. They spurned Keskarther angrily, resenting him for "returning" the disaster to Dolazi.

　　 And the few kind-hearted people have no choice but to pray.

Up to this moment, almost all the people hiding behind the walls of Dolez are still convinced that when the "trash" that has been infected by the plague is dead, not only can they be unscathed, they can even take over the property of those dead. Never thought of the pain and despair of those refugees.

Seeing such a scene, Keskaser was finally disappointed. He also understood why the nobles and the nobles who had always been against him did not impose any obstacles this time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because they knew their actions. From beginning to end, it is destined to be described in only four words-in vain!

　　 "It is estimated that I am an idiot clown to those guys"!

Kaiser sadly found a hotel that was still prospering. The knight commander, who usually doesn't drink, bought a large box of high-concentration ale for the first time. He gushed beer and prevented the anger from running away. Let the alcohol numb your brain...and the heart full of guilt for refugees outside the city.

　　 "Why, why is this? Isn't it true that not only the nobles, but even the ordinary people are demons crawling out of hell"?

The drunk Cascarser lay on the table like a child and wept bitterly. Big drops of tears fell on the golden armor, and the sorrowful cry of the refugees when they were separated appeared in his mind. Those hungry children admired their gazes, and those young girls looking forward to their eyes when they went to fight for relief.

　　 "Sure enough, I am just a trash knight. In this world where evil spirits are rampant, I am destined to accomplish nothing!"

　　 Kescarther muttered to himself to his twisted reflection in the wine bottle in a gloomy manner. The reflection's own face was blurred and distorted, blurred in the sway of the candlelight.

　　 "No no no, young man, you are too extreme"!

At the time when Cascarser was almost completely desperate, a white palm lightly patted him on the shoulder, a gentle anger instantly dispelled the drunkenness in Cascarser's body, and the caring and warm kindness seemed to materialize. Usually flowing through the heart, this kind of sincere goodwill is exactly what Keskaser expected... the long-lost warmth.

　　 "Introduce myself, a handsome ranger who takes "salvation" as his duty-Conkey Nino"