We unleashed a monster. ”

Comey thought.

Wiping his forehead with a silk handkerchief, trying to wipe away the sweat that wasn't there, the action had been repeated several times, so the woman sitting across from him was pretty sure he had erased nothing, but had to do something to hide his nervousness.

It's been more than a year since Comey was ordered to come here in Irga, the Northern Regions.

At first, he just came to put together a few moves that Robert had laid out in the Northern Regions, and then asked them to try to do a dress rehearsal performance according to the script Robert had given.

He recalled. This morning the ship loaded with the "actors" sailed into the port of Irga.

But he never expected that the result of the performance would exceed everyone's imagination.

......

Night.

Noisy and irritable.

Flames were engulfing the steeple roof of the Irga City Hall, and in the small square in front of the town hall, a huge bonfire was lit, and the flames of the bonfire were even higher than the four-story town hall.

The young man with a scimitar on his shoulder, dragging a fat man who had been beaten and bruised, walked into the square amid the loud cheers or shouts of the onlookers, and led the fat man to the fire.

The fat man's dirty red exterior was torn apart in the drag, and the exposed silk shirt did not last a few steps, and then it cried and cracked, leaving only the white skin rubbing against the rough ground of the square, and before long there was another blood mark on the ground.

"Mayor Gazarov, wake up, everyone is not in a hurry to see you for the last time. ”

The scimitar youth's hair was unkempt and tied up at random at the back of his head, and he squatted next to the unconscious fat man and slapped the fat man's face twice with the scimitar's knife.

Seeing that the fat man still had his eyes closed, the man's scimitar shook in his hand, blood splashed, and one ear flew out.

The fat man immediately covered his mutilated ears and wailed, and the fat body tried his best to roll in the place, but because he was trampled by the other two people, he could only shake his bloody head from side to side.

"Sure enough, he's still alive! Wouldn't it be good to wake up early, I have to use the knife ...... grandpa" The scimitar man grabbed the fat mayor Gazarov from the ground with one hand, stretched out his foot and kicked him in the crook of the leg, pressed him to his knees on the ground, and slapped the scimitar on the top of his head, forcing him to bow his head.

Gazarov knelt in front of the crowd that filled the square, the bonfire behind him bursting into flames.

"Equality!"

Someone shouted loudly.

The first few rows of the crowd were a number of strong samurai in various armors, all of whom had a uniform logo, each wearing a smiley mask, a miserable white emaciated face, squeezing out an exaggerated smile, and the corners of both mouths were struggling to rise, and even the two mustaches on their lips were upturned together.

"Equality!"

The smiling masked samurai also shouted loudly, neat!

Behind the smiling masked samurai stood the inhabitants of Ilga, most of them still in panic and fear, but some of them were so excited that their facial muscles twisted and shouted with the smiling masked samurai, their eyes burning wildly, perhaps just reflecting the light of the bonfire.

"We want equality!"

The crowd sparsely responded to the neat slogans.

A figure flew out of the flames, and after the figure left, the campfire became much smaller.

The figure soared into the air, bursting into a ring of fire in the air.

Then there was a sudden movement in the square, and samurai with smiley masks entered the square from multiple directions, each dragging a man and woman who had been dressed in great clothes.

Passing through the passage that had been cleared by the people, the smiling masked warriors led the captives to the campfire, arranging for them to kneel like the scimitar youth.

The ring of fire gradually expanded, lighting up the night sky, but the figure slowly drifted down to the top of the town hall building.

The flames burning the town hall seemed to have been poured with water on the head, and the fire suddenly became smaller, but in the light of the fire, the people on the roof of the building looked extremely tall.

"Today, we're here......

The figure on the roof spoke, and indeed a young woman's voice spoke.

"We, like many of you, used to live a quiet life, we are not rich and we are not strong.

Renting the land of the nobles, hoping that after paying the rent, there would be enough food for the whole family to survive, and if there was enough to keep the surplus, he carefully saved it so that he could go to the town and buy a few feet of soft cotton cloth made by Stuart to make clothes.

Working in the aristocratic master's factory, working for more than ten hours a day, when he came home from work, he was tired and fell on the plank and didn't want to move, and the most expected thing was to pay his salary, and if he had spare money, he could go to the tavern and drink a few sips of beer.

Even those who were lucky enough to break through the transcendent only exchanged Riverl for silver, sour beer for sweet wine, and Stuart cotton for Southern silk.

In the end, we remain with nothing, except to live more difficult.

The efforts and rewards of all living beings should be reciprocal.

Why do we work so hard and still live so hard?"

The woman's speech paused, and although it was far away, everyone in the square felt that the person on the top of the building was staring at them with cold eyes.

"Then why are these nobles born without labor, but live in fine clothes!

They have ready-made obelisk slots to break through to the extraordinary, and even if we civilians are talented enough, we still need to sign a ten-year deed of sale to buy slots from them?

Why is the land theirs? We can only rent their land to grow food!

Since the land is theirs, why do the tax collectors of the empire still ask us civilians to pay the land tax?

Isn't it natural that whoever has the land will pay the land tax?

Just because they were nobles and relatives of the royal family, they were exempt from commercial taxes, poll taxes, and customs duties.

Not to mention the exploitation of corrupt officials, just talk about taxes, the factories founded by our commoners need to pay a lot of taxes, and the factories of the nobles do not have to pay anything, so how can we compete with these noble factories!

When all the factories and workshops of the common people were closed, they not only raised prices, but also reduced the wages of the workers.

The nobles and officials got every livre, every silver coin into their pockets.

They lived in splendid mansions, served by beautiful maids, dressed in hand-embroidered garments, and ate exotic beasts and plants in the palatial palaces.

When we are working hard in the fields and factories, what are these noble lords doing?

They were throwing lavish balls, hunting rabbits and pheasants in the countryside, and spending a lot of money in the imperial capital for all sorts of extravagant gadgets we've never seen before.

The most mellow wine, the most fragrant tea, and the most beautiful woman, these are all nobles, and they have nothing to do with us.

But the tax collector pesters us civilians every day.

I remember that twenty years ago, a mu of land in the northern region only had to pay a land tax of one silver coin, and the land tax has been rising steadily over the years, and now a land tax of three silver coins is paid for an acre of land. After deducting the land rent paid to the noble lord, the income from farming is difficult to support the family.

Burdensome taxes drove us from the land of our homeland to work in the city.

Aren't we trying hard enough?

Don't we have a job?

Why is it that even if you work hard, you get nothing but your exhausted body?

And they can enjoy it all?

Is this fair?"

The woman on the roof asked loudly.

"Unfair ......"

A timid voice in the crowd spoke, not loud, and the words were almost inaudible at the end.

"It's not fair!"

Someone shouted hurriedly.

"It's not fair!"

The voices of many people converged in one place.

"We want equality!"

A masked warrior taps his armor and raises his weapon aloft.

"We want equality!"

The masked warriors shouted in unison.

"We want equality! We want equality! We want equality!"

The people in the square, those who could not get close to the square and looked out into the nearby streets, those who pushed open their windows to look at the city hall in flames, all the voices finally came together, and the slogans were heard throughout the city of Irga.

The mayor Gazarov, who was kneeling on the ground, shivered, not knowing whether it was from the pain from the loss of his ears or the shock of the citizens, and his pants were wet and ran to the ground of the square.

The woman spread her hands and pressed down, and the noisy square gradually quieted down.

She continued to say in a magnetic voice: "Today, we, the Avengers, have come to Irgar to punish these nobles and officials who exploit and oppress the common people.

We draw our swords against the nobles, we draw swords against the officials, we draw swords against those who hinder us.

The city guards, they prevented us from punishing these disgraceful nobles, so we cut them down. ”

The woman pointed to the pier.

These samurai with smiling masks landed from the docks and fought their way into the city.

Ilga has been peaceful for a long time, and the so-called city guards only have the ability to arrest bandits, and they are about to collapse in front of a group of powerful and ruthless warriors.

High-end combat power can't resist these masked warriors.

The woman on the roof of the building killed two grandmasters with one enemy and two blows, the captain of the city guard and the chief worshipper of the prince's mansion.

In this way, the dozen or so grandmasters hastily organized by Ilga City were quickly defeated one after another, and several were killed, and several surrendered and captured.

The remaining city guards surrendered en masse.

The masked warriors first took over the gates, then hunted down the nobles around the city and demanded that they come to the squares lit with bonfires.

The woman withdrew her gaze and continued:

"However, we will not draw our swords against the oppressed commoners, and we will divide the property that these nobles have stolen from all of them to every commoner of Irga.

Tonight we raid our enemies, and tomorrow morning we will distribute the booty in the square.

These are all compensation for your hard work, and you are welcome to come and receive it tomorrow.

We avengers, all from civilians, gathered for a common ideal, we may not be as strong as the city guards, not as strong as the legions, but we have faith, courage, we are united, we are indestructible.

Dear Ilgar's civilian brothers, unity is what makes us strong, just like the synergy source energy technique, ten people can exert the combat power of a hundred people who are invincible, and unity can help us gain strength, which can allow us to take back what belongs to us from the hands of the noble lord.

Unite with us, we are the avenging army! ”

The square suddenly fell silent, and then the sound of the sea was heard:

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

......

Looking at the quiet and gentle beautiful woman opposite, Comey only had in his mind the terrible scene of thousands of people shouting revenge together.

"She's a monster!"

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