The crowd cheered in unison, revealing heartfelt joy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The trade union cadres cooperated with the guards to maintain order, and the 6,000 workers lined up in five columns and went forward in order to receive the money.

Natasha instructed the attendants to set up five tables, check the workers' identities against the roster, and pay the arrears of wages.

A large group of city hall officials, who had arrived with him, took the opportunity to explain to the people present that the money came from the second phase of the tournament, and that it was only a small fraction of the five million bond revenues, and that everyone was welcome to go back to work and that their wages would never be in arrears.

Representatives of the trade unions also came forward to express their attitudes: start construction overnight tonight, complete the expansion project of the big fighting arena as soon as possible, and never delay the opening of the martial arts competition as scheduled.

The workers originally only wanted to get four weeks' salary, but the lord and his wife directly made up the arrears of eight weeks' wages at one time, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed and full of energy!

At this time, Roland and Tamara also got out of the car and went over to say hello to Beowulf and his wife.

At the same time, plainclothes agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were mixed in the crowd had already targeted the people who took the initiative to make trouble, and the group that first threw stones and caused the riots were all arrested and put in the detention center to await trial.

There were also nearly 100 restless fellows among the workers on the march, and Natasha deliberately deducted them when she sent the money, saying that the working hours were inaccurate and needed to be verified at the end.

"Everyone works the same and works the same hours, why is it targeted at us? It's not fair! Walesa forced himself to cry out that he could no longer be a turtle with a shrunken head.

Natasha glanced at him lightly: "There are still many people waiting to receive the money in the back, and if you mess around again, you will delay everyone's time, have you asked everyone's opinions?" ”

"This—" Walesa was about to open his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by a rambling rebuke from behind him.

Don't care what the union elders are, if you want to make trouble when you send money, it is equivalent to getting along with everyone, Walesa sadly found that no one came out to support him this time, but many guys who usually call him brothers and sisters showed disgust in their eyes at this moment.

Walesa's sworn friends, who had contributed a lot during the riots just now, found that the situation was not good, and some people couldn't care about receiving their salaries, so they planned to slip away quietly. Before he could take two steps, he was stopped by plainclothes agents, and asked him with a sneer: "I haven't received the money yet, why do you want to leave?" ”

The man's face was as white as earth, and he could not speak.

A person next to him rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted: "The guards have beaten someone!" ”

This set worked just now, but now no one pays attention to it, everyone is busy receiving money, who wants to listen to his nonsense?

The man howled twice, and when he realized that the people were watching coldly, he shrank his head and was about to slip away, when a large hand reached out behind his back and pressed his shoulder.

The man glanced back, and was so frightened that his soul flew away, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

"Lord, lord, lord......"

Beowulf patted him on the shoulder and asked quietly, "Where do you work?" ”

"Big ...... The construction site of the big arena ......"

"Really?" Beowulf looked back at the trade union cadres, "Come and see, does anyone recognize him?" ”

Several trade union officials stared at the man, some shook their heads, others sneered.

"Lord Lord, this guy is lying, he is not a worker in the Great Fighting Arena at all, he is a gangster who runs a casino!"

"Not only him, but a few guys over there!"

"It's a shame how this kind of scum can get into our team!"

"I remember, those guys who threw rocks at the beginning seem to be casino thugs too!"

"Isn't it, it turns out that today's conflict is all caused by these guys!"

As the truth gradually came out, the crowd stirred again, indignantly demanding that the villains be punished severely.

Beowulf raised his hand to signal the people to be quiet, and proclaimed loudly: "Please rest assured, these lawbreakers will be brought to court, and not a good person will be wronged, and not a villain will be spared!" ”

There was another round of cheers and thunder all around!

Beowulf motioned for the guards to take the thugs away, then turned back to Roland and said, "Leave it to Natasha here, and we'll go back and interrogate those guys and find out who is behind them." ”

Roland couldn't help but laugh. There are no "behind-the-scenes" masterminds, they are obviously on the table, but they just need a reason to wield a knife.

However, the interrogation did not go as smoothly as he expected.

A few gangsters who provoked trouble were the first to recruit, admitting that because the casino was banned, they held their breath in their hearts, and when they heard about the construction workers' demonstration, they wanted to get involved and vent their hatred.

The next interrogation of the troublesome workers turned out to be a little wrong.

"To tell the truth, the wages are still paid; Don't tell the truth, goodbye court. ”

In the face of Beowulf's bland intimidation, these people fell silent, exchanged glances with each other, and no one dared to pick their heads out to speak.

Walesa gritted her teeth and stepped forward.

"It was Shabalin who told us to do this! Let's create clashes on the march, make the situation bigger, and show the power of our unions! ”

When he said this, other union officials, including Shabahrain, were present.

Someone immediately came out to refute him for lying, "Don't talk nonsense! Shabahrain has repeatedly stressed the need to avoid violent conflicts! ”

"Walesa, have you drunk too much? How do you bite like a mad dog? Shabahrain has never given us that an account! ”

Walesa did not dare to respond to their accusations, insisting that it was Shabalin who gave him instructions alone.

"Are you sure it's my order?" Shabalin, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"That's right!" Walesa didn't even dare to look up at him.

Roland couldn't help but smile and continued to ask him, "When will Shabalin give you an explanation?" ”

"It's ...... On the way to the parade. ”

"Was that before he talked to me?" Roland then asked.

Walesa quickly thought about it, thinking that he had discovered the trap he had planted in his question, and said categorically: "No, he said it to me when he came back!" ”

"One last time, is that really the case?" The smile on Roland's face was even stronger.

Walesa wiped her cold sweat and peeked at him, feeling inexplicably flustered, but she still gritted her teeth and nodded.

Roland sneered, turned back to "Shabalin" and said, "It's time to remove the disguise." ”

The man wiped his face, and the effect of the "disguise technique" was lifted, revealing a handsome face with dragon vein features, where was the Sabahrain, it was clearly Vigraf.

After talking to Roland, Shabalin did not leave the carriage, but used the "Transfiguration" to transform into Vigraf, who was disguised with him with the help of Tamara, exchanged identities with him, and returned to the crowd of the procession.

As a dragon totem warrior, captain of Beowulf's guard, and now head of the secret police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Vigraf's loyalty is unquestionable, and it is impossible to incite the workers to cause violent conflicts, so it is obvious that someone is lying.

Walesa's face was dead, and his legs were limp on the ground—he knew he was screwed this time.

After all the scenes that should be watched, Roland said hello to Beowulf and left the interrogation room.

"Mr. Roland!" Viglav trotted out and asked him in a low voice: "Why did you expose my identity in public to prove that Walesa had framed Shabalin?" Wouldn't it be better if the fake turned out to be true and Shabalin was thrown into a prison cell, and the union in the city would lose its leader and become a mess? ”

"If it were me, I would." Tamara followed, smiling and speculating, "Roland didn't do this, probably trying to sell Sabahin's favor and control the union through him for his own use, right?" ”

Roland glanced at her angrily, "My heart is not as dark as you think, it is easy to get rid of a Sabahrain, but the union will not collapse, especially after today's parade, they have openly demonstrated their strength, if this force is separated from the leadership of Shabahrain, it will be used by Walesa and even more dangerous guys, and become a tool for their personal ambitions, do you really think it will be better than now?" ”

Vigraf pondered for a moment and nodded, "I understand!" Although Shabalin is very cunning, after all, he is still a bit of an idealistic and principled person, and it is reasonable to deal with him, and his promises are trustworthy, and it is difficult to say if he is a person like Walesa. ”

"If only you understood."

Roland pushed open the door and stepped into the next room.

The real Shabalin has taken off its camouflage and is smoking. Seeing Roland come in, he looked up and smiled bitterly, "I lost this time." ”

"It's not a bad thing to teach a long lesson, don't be so naïve in the future." Roland reprimanded unceremoniously.

Shabalin let out a listless "um" and took out a scroll from his bosom and handed it over.

"I am willing to lose the bet, this scroll was sold to me by a frost giant from the New World, it is a little lotus, you can take it."

Roland took it and opened the "Pupil of Destiny" to identify it.

System Hint: Discover the spell "Frost Nova"!

Plastic Energy [Cold]

Level: Warlock/Mage 3

Spell Ingredients: Words, Posture, Materials

Cast Time: A standard action

Distance: Medium distance (100 feet + 10 feet / each level)

Area: 20 feet radius spread

Duration: Immediate

Exemption: Reflection halved

Spell Resistance: Yes

A pale ball of light that condenses cold energy shoots out from your fingertips, causing cold damage of 1d6 (up to 10d6) per caster level to all creatures in the area in the area, halving movement speed for one round, and taking only half of the damage through the reflex test.

Material composition: A small cloud of ice and snow.

……

Swish! A slender hand reached over and snatched the scroll from Roland's hand.

"Tsk! I didn't expect that Shabalin still has this kind of long-lost spell, 'Frost Nova', which is very good, equivalent to the cold fireball technique! Tamara was amazed.

Roland glanced at her and couldn't help complaining: "You are a warlock, and your spells depend on epiphany, and you don't have a book to copy when you get this scroll, so leave it to my mage." ”

"You mean the little witch of Beacon Mountain? Hehe, you care about her. Tamara smiled, a chill in her eyes, "Go back and tell her to be careful, it's better not to let me see her." With that, she dropped the spell scroll, opened the "Any Door" and left.

Roland looked at her rapidly disappearing figure and scratched her head, regretting that her unintentional words had brought Nikita a difficult opponent. (To be continued.) )