Roland saw a group of people in overalls approaching from a distance, some with mops and others with iron buckets. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the group reached the stands, they divided into groups of two, one of whom dipped the bucket in lime mortar with a mop, while the other climbed up the scaffolding, took the mop handed by his companion, and wrote slogans in conspicuous places.

Refuse to be in arrears!!

Strike protest!!

Roland noticed that someone had taken out a note from his bosom before swiping the slogan, and only after careful comparison did he do it, and the letters were crooked, looking as childish as a child's handwriting. It is conceivable that most of these people are illiterate, and unless someone prepares the slogan in advance, they don't know what they are writing.

Roland sneered, hugged his arms and said to himself: "It's getting more and more interesting~"

A worker looked back at him and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?" ”

Vigrav stepped forward with an awe-inspiring expression: "I'm the captain of the city guard, what are you doing?" Who allowed you to scribble here! ”

The title of "Captain of the City Guard" was very intimidating, and the workers were suddenly so frightened that their faces turned pale and they were speechless.

On the scaffolding, someone saw that there was an argument here, and hurriedly pulled his neck and shouted: "Mr. Shabarin! Someone is making trouble here! ”

A group of workers immediately gathered around, led by a thin man in canvas bibs, a blue and white plaid shirt, and a peaked cap, who looked to be in his 30s, wearing glasses, and a fair face that was quite delicate.

"It's this guy again!" Vigrav cursed in a low voice and stepped forward to glaring at the man: "Shabalin Plekhanov, who allowed you to come back to the city!" ”

"Hehe, Captain Vigraf, don't be so aggressive, isn't there room for a small union leader in the free and rich city of Kitland?" Shabalin rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of thin arms that were slightly pale, and hugged them casually in front of his chest.

"The last time you instigated the coal miners' strike, you failed to succeed and became the laughing stock of the whole city, I really admire that you still have the courage to come back and resume your old business."

"A just cause is inevitably misunderstood, so what does it matter if it fails once or twice? I firmly believe that one day the working class will be awakened to stand up for its own interests. "Sabahin is calm and relaxed, and his bright eyes are full of confidence.

"You cunning conspirator! Vicious cobra! I'm going to arrest you and put you in a prison cell!" Vigraf was no match for Shabah in words, and his forehead was bruised with anger.

His impulse infuriated the onlookers and all of them clamored.

Shabalin waved his hand to signal the crowd not to get excited, and said to Viglaf with a smile: "You missed an important link, you must go through a court trial to sentence me to prison, but the last public trial against me proved that the majority of the jurors sympathized with my position, and even Lord Beowulf and Lady Natasha admitted that my trade union movement represented a new and positive force, and did not use their privileges to throw me in prison, how can you be so rough with me?" Just because you're bigger than me? Seriously, you'd better not think so, or it's not me who will be disgraced. ”

"Shabalin, you're enough! If you want a duel, I'll let you do it! ”

"Wait!" Roland hurriedly pressed Vigraf's shoulder, stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to Shabalin: "Hello, I am a tourist from the south, can I talk to you?" ”

"I'm happy to accompany you, but Captain Viglaf's friend is probably not just a tourist, right?" Shabalin smiled and shook his hand, "Shabalin Plekhanov, secretary general of the Kitland Coal and Iron Union, I am self-proclaimed, oh yes, now my service group also includes construction workers. ”

"I admire your dedication to the trade union cause, Mr. Shabarin, but I wonder how a mage of such a talent as you could be interested in the trade union movement."

Roland looked at Shabalin with interest, this man who deliberately dressed as a worker actually had 10 mage ranks, and in the northland, where arcane spellcasters were scarce, he could live a life of princely wealth with his magic talents.

Shabalin lifted the frame of his glasses, and the corners of his lips hooked a proud arc: "Mr. Knight from the South, I don't know if you really have outstanding eyesight, or if you have specifically investigated my background, I don't care what intentions you and the big people behind you have, and there is nothing to hide, it is true that I am a mage, but I grew up in a working family, and my father was a hard-working Kitland miner, but unfortunately the family business he worked hard to earn all his life is not as good as me copying an arcane scroll." ”

Sighing, Shabalin continued: "Of course, everyone has to be paid according to their merits, and it is not fair to compare the income of miners to that of mages, but what is the talent of those who hire miners to sell coolies and enjoy their own profits?" What superhuman skills do those vampires who lend usury? Why do mine owners earn more than all the workers combined? Why can rentiers easily increase their wealth by making money to make money? Is this really fair? If you have the most basic sense of justice, you should be outraged about it! ”

Roland smiled, and felt more and more that this Sabalin was interesting, "It's infuriating, so what are you going to do?" ”

"Just like I've been doing for years, calling on workers to stand up for their rights, demand safer working conditions, more reasonable working hours, and pay that is in line with the value of their work." Shabalin shrugged, "I can't do much, but fortunately, there are a lot of supporters." ”

"By your supporters, Sergei Nikolayevich?" Vigraf sneered, "You fool, don't you see that he's using you to mess up our city!" ”

"Hey, my lovely captain, when did a barbarian dare to laugh at a mage's intelligence?" Shabalin gave him a blank look, "I'll be frank, Sergei and his son are not good things, they are more ruthless than the lords who oppress the working class, but then again, if Sergei and his son can fight for the interests of my union members, why should I refuse the olive branch he toss?" ”

"You bastard! If the Colosseum cannot be completed on time, and the prestige of the lord is hit, Sergei and his party will inevitably take the opportunity to cause chaos, and when the time comes, the believers of the war disaster and the 'Dragon's Eye' will take advantage of the void, none of us will think about living a stable life, and your union members will also be unlucky! Vigraf was furious.

"I know, I know, I take care of the big picture." Shabalin yawned lazily, "Actually, I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but when you repeatedly call for taking care of the overall situation, have you ever wondered who is silently sacrificing their own interests for the overall situation?" If I don't stand up and make a noise and make a fuss, how long will I have to take care of the overall situation? Do you have to wait until someone starves to death on the construction site? Honorable Captain Vigraf, please tell me when such a unilateral sacrifice will be a head! (To be continued.) )