As Angela's convoy (though there were only two cars) was driving through the city of Tunaia, Vera couldn't help but feel strange looking through the window at the deserted streets.

"Isn't Tunaia a great city in the Northlands? Why does it look tattered...... And there are no pedestrians on the street? It's so deserted. ”

"Because of the early start of this year's frost season, the residents of Tunaya were unprepared for the heavy snowfall, and many houses collapsed. The inhabitants of the city can only huddle at home to survive the frost and fog season, waiting for the sowing festival to come; And those whose houses collapsed can only live in camps or shacks, and it is good that they can not freeze to death or starve to death, how can they go to the streets to wander. Nearly 1,000 people will probably die during the entire frost and fog season. ”

Even though she had been in the nameless town this frost season, Angra had grown up in Tunaya, so she could still guess the reason why the city was so deserted and dilapidated: "The city of Tunaya...... No, not only Tunaya, but every city in the Valla Empire will have this situation about once every two or three years, after all, the god of blizzard is an unbelievable evil god for the people of the Valla Empire, and only some barbarians and snow monsters on the plateau will believe in that guy, so it naturally will not favor this country. ”

"But the streets are too shabby, and they don't feel as good as our town......"

Vera was still a little incomprehensible.

"I said, Vera, are you mistaken? I'm not boasting, but in the entire Warla Empire, I'm afraid there is no city or town that can compare to our town. Not even the Imperial Capital or the Holy City! Angela said proudly: "After all, not every god is called the god of games, and not every god's believer can lift bricks like the players, rain or shine." ”

"But when I entered the city, there were so many people...... We even had to queue up to get in...... Vera still looked a little incomprehensible, after all, even if she was the eldest sister in the town, she was essentially a little girl from the border area, so she naturally didn't know much about this kind of thing.

"Those are 'merchants.'" When he said this, Angela lost a smile on his face, more of a disdain as if he had seen a bloodsucking mosquito fly: "Although the frost and fog season will soon pass, for many residents in the city, now is also the time when food and savings have bottomed out, and it is the most difficult time in the entire frost and fog season. During this time, only a small amount of food was needed to buy from the poor 'young and middle-aged labourers' and 'young and young women' that were difficult to obtain on a daily basis. ”

"You—you mean ......" Vera was stunned for a moment, and then immediately came back to her senses, and her delicate brows furrowed tightly.

"Slaves. Aside from war, now is the best time to get slaves. Angela confirmed her conjecture: "And not the kind of refugee who is skinny and bones, who does not know whether he is sick or not, and who can die at any moment, but a good slave who is relatively healthy and even stronger." ”

"Don't the royals of the Varla Empire care? And the people of the Chongbai Church? ”

Vera had a look of disbelief on her face.

"The master behind the largest slave market in the empire is the eldest prince, and more than some of these slave traders generally serve the nobles of the empire, how can they care. Keeping the nobles of the Northland from participating in such a thing is already the greatest mercy of my weak old father to the commoners. Angela replied, "As for the Chongbai Church...... Did you know that the servants in the monastery who were in charge of cleaning and coolies were also slaves? The favorite thing of the big men of the Chongbai Church is to go to the slave market, use their identity to get a few slaves for free, look at the other party's grateful appearance, and let them be crushed to death in the monastery and church as free coolies who are no different from slaves! ”

Vera looked like she was in a state of collapse.

The darkest thing this girl has ever encountered in her life is that the tax collector levies more taxes, or the young adults in the town are forcibly requisitioned to join the Holy Cult Army to eliminate the undead, even in the face of the undead attack, the people in the town will unite to resist, after Angela brought the belief in the god of games, the whole town is developing day by day, she never knew that people in the big city outside can be so bad.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that it was better to live a free and fulfilling life in a small town than to be a glamorous-looking resident of a so-called big city.

At the same time, she is also more grateful for the gift of the god of games and the protection of the town, so that the town that was once on the verge of destruction can become a paradise for players.

This made Sivi, who was studying the next step in the kingdom of God, at a loss: How could another believer suddenly become a devout believer? Obviously, I haven't done much recently other than added a class that makes players suffer......

☆

Leaving aside Vera, who was reshaping the three views, after driving across the frozen Yarabe River, Angra's convoy arrived at the heart of Tunaia, the Silver Eagle Castle.

And Angela was also very surprised to find that his father actually brought his retainers to greet him outside the castle, which made Angela, who originally felt that he was very mature and steely, and would not be easily touched, couldn't help but show a touched look.

"Daddy!" He jumped out of the car and walked up quickly to a touching father and son to recognize.

As a result, Pang Leyin on the other side looked confused: "Angra, why are you back?" ”

Angela: ???

Didn't you call me back?

In an instant, Angela not only retracted the tears of emotion that she had planned to shed, but also made up for the medieval fantasy political struggle group drama that Mirari planned to frame herself with the mastermind behind the scenes.

Before Angela could figure out whether he should explain to his father first, or simply turn around and leave, Ponrein came back to his senses: "No, I mean, son, didn't I ask you to come back at the Sowing Festival?" Well, I'm glad to see you get here safely. ”

Angela looked suspicious, his eyes glancing over the retainers behind his father, who smiled awkwardly but politely at him.

Could it be that you are really too careful? No, if they are not waiting for themselves, then who are they waiting for?

The next moment, Angela knew the answer.

A very familiar-looking carriage was pulled by two chocobos and slowly stopped in front of the Silver Eagle Castle.

The coachman on the opposite side jumped out of the car with his head held high, and was just about to open the door for his master with a very stinky movement, when he saw Joe in the Angra deer cart not far away.

Joe shook his chest muscles at him.

The driver on the other side immediately recalled the fear of being pressed to his face by the huge chest muscles, and the shame of having to give way to the other party.

"Don't come here!"