"Mr. Oleg, what are you thinking?" Walesa noticed Oleg's stunned and asked curiously. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's nothing, don't worry about money, you will definitely have a copper plate," Oleg put aside his distractions and said to Walesa, "There is also a way to solve the shortage of manpower, recently Beowulf sent people to seal all the casinos in the city, saying that they would be managed by the church of the false god Kod, and they also claimed to set up a welfare gaming fund, which is simply crazy!" ”

Walesa shrugged: "It's a pity that most of the people and tourists in the city welcome this initiative, to say that those black casinos are indeed very tricky, even if they do fraud and gambling money, they also kidnap and extort foreign tourists, and it is difficult to take money out of the house if they win, so it is time to take care of it." ”

Oleg snorted coldly, "The happiest thing in this matter belongs to the city guards, those Beowulf's dogs, now their favorite thing to do is to catch gambling, and if they catch someone, they will be fined, and they can also take away thirty percent of the gambling money on the table, all of them are like red-eyed hunting dogs, scurrying around the streets and alleys from morning to night, eager to get into every house to see if anyone is gambling." ”

Walesa was deeply touched: "There are a lot of plainclothes agents on the streets these days, and when I came, I was stopped and interrogated twice. ”

"Beowulf is a naked tyranny in this way! As far as I know, a lot of people are unhappy with him, and tomorrow's parade will be attended by more people, especially the guys who have been robbed of their casino business. Oleg grinned.

Walesa was taken aback, "Those who come to the casino are not good people, most of them are ruffians and hooligans, and they are all black-hearted!" ”

Oleg glanced at him and said lightly: "Isn't that good?" Brother Walesa, this kind of person is exactly what we need. ”

Walesa nodded, her eyes a little complicated. To be honest, although he has contradictions with Shabalin, he also has ideals and feelings for the cause of the trade union, and he does not want to get involved with those ruffians and hooligans and ruin his reputation, but now that he has come to this point, he has no room to talk about ideals and principles.

"The key is power! Make some concessions first, and it's not too late to stick to my principles when I'm in control of the union. Walesa comforted herself in her heart.

"I understand, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and make arrangements?"

"Go ahead." Oleg waved his hand.

Seeing Walesa leave the temple gate, he bowed his head and sighed, secretly saying that it was disgusting to deal with such unfaithless opportunists.

I accidentally saw the cigarette ash on the ground, and the feeling of disgust in my heart became more and more intense, so I squatted down to pick up the cigarette butt, and collected the cigarette ash little by little, and cleaned it up cleanly and spotlessly.

Standing up and looking around, he felt that the cigarette ash was not suitable anywhere, so he clutched it in his palm and walked towards the door.

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Walesa put on her cloak, lowered her hood, and looked around the temple door, making sure that no one was watching, and then walked out quickly.

It was late at night, and he was hurrying away, when suddenly he heard the sound of singing.

Walesa was taken aback and thought to herself, "It's so late, and there are still people singing on the street?" ”

He stopped, hesitated, and finally walked in the direction from which the song had come from.

Not far from the gates of the Mokesh Temple, a young man in a wide-brimmed hat was sitting under a tree playing the lute, his eyes half-closed, and chanting a sad hymn to himself.

"This guy...... It can't be a secret agent, right? Walesa watched him warily, and saw that he had a fancy feather in his hat, and his feminine and handsome appearance and pale skin were very much in line with the woman's imagination of the word "little white face", and he looked like a bard.

There was no other audience here, and Walesa could not figure out the purpose of singing a sad hymn here, until he listened intently, and found that the lyrics repeatedly said, "Why have you left me, beautiful girl?"

"It turned out to be a lovelorn unlucky guy, no wonder he ran out in the middle of the night nervously to sing...... Feed! Little white face, it's useless for you to sing your throat now! The girl won't like you as a soft egg, if I were you, I'd go to the tavern and have a drink of two, and forget all the bullshit and troubles! ”

Dropping a silver coin, Walesa turned to leave.

The poet ignored his mockery and alms, and continued to sing his song.

"Beautiful girl, why did you leave me......

"Your flesh has been gnawed away by maggots, but your bones are still so beautiful......"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the young poet picked up the small silver coin on the ground, dusted it off and carefully put it in his pocket, and bowed deeply to Walesa's vague back.

"Stepan, you don't have to run out of money? Is a silver coin worth a bend over? Oleg walked up behind him.

The young Naraku poet smiled slightly, "As a bard, it is a rare fate for someone to stop and listen to me sing, and if the other party is willing to reward my performance, even if it is just a copper plate, I will be grateful." ”

Oleg frowned, unable to understand his strange mentality, and simply went straight to the point: "How are things going?" If Walesa is arrested, he really won't confess to me? ”

With a strange smile, Stepan asked Oleg softly: "Have you ever heard of 'tampering with memories'?" ”

"Tampering with memory......" Oleg had heard of this phrase for the first time, but it was not difficult to taste the sinister meaning from it, "Sounds like a hypnotism?" ”

"Hehe, it's much more powerful than hypnosis, in fact it's a 4-ring arcane art, a special arcane that only we bards can cast, all it takes is a piece of melodious music, a bland dialogue, to unconsciously invade the minds of the weak-willed and tamper with each other's memories at will."

Stepan had a soft voice and a smile, but the words he said made Oleg shudder.

"It's ...... Permanent tampering? ”

"Of course it's permanent, that Walesa doesn't know anything about it, even if he is tortured, he won't show any flaws, let alone say that you have something to do with it, because ...... There is no part of your appointment in his memory. Stepan said quietly.

"That's good, that's good......" Oleg shuddered, unconsciously taking two steps back, away from the poet Naraku, who exuded a gloomy aura.

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"Huh? Strange......" Walesa walked on the road, suddenly stopped, scratching her head blankly, "Am I not drinking?" How did you end up in such a remote neighborhood? There are no decent taverns in this place...... Is it overdrinking? ”

Wandering aimlessly on the streets after getting drunk, and even waking up to find that he was sleeping in a garbage heap, this experience is not unfamiliar to him, the problem is that his head hurts now, and some memories that seem to be important have become blurred, and it is really the first time in his life to be drunk to this extent.

Walesa lit a hand-rolled cigarette and tried to remember the evening.

The first memory to awaken is the quarrel with Shabahin.

"What a peaceful demonstration, it's all a weak fantasy!" Remembering the tone set by Shabahrain at the meeting of trade union cadres, Walesa spat disdainfully, "The struggle must be resolute and thorough, there is no point in compromise!" ”

He thought that his more active proposal had not been responded to at the meeting, and his heart became more and more depressed, and he felt a strong hatred for Shabalin as a person.

"Obviously, I am also one of the founders of the union, why did you Sabalin climb on top of me and become the boss of the autocracy?"

"How can a mage who can make a lot of money copying scrolls at home represent us working class?"

"Tomorrow's march will go down in history, and it should be led by someone like me, who is really from the working class, how can I let a guy like Shabahin who can only put on a show and steal the fruits of my victory!"

The more Walesa thought about it, the more excited she became, and she threw the cigarette butt on the ground and kicked it hard, as if that was Shabahin's face. (To be continued.) )