There is no order that cannot be destroyed.

There is nothing more stupid than to bind a chaotic group of beings in order.

These guys who crawled out of the gutter themselves have no yearning for rules and such a thing. The rules are only followed because they want to be sheltered.

But on the other hand, they enjoy the rights of forming a group, but they do not want to pay the obligations of forming a group - or rather, each of them wants to be the only one who is not bound by the rules here, and everyone wants to be a special few.

Such thinking comes from existing exceptions.

The street managers who actually exist around them are the exception of the unconstrained, who do not profit by obeying the rules, but by the privilege of disobeying the rules.

Because of these exceptions, this imperfect, patched together rule is chaotic and precarious.

Everybody wants more, even if they don't pay for it, even if they don't have the talent to do it - but it doesn't matter. Anyway, there are already special cases, and there is an existence that can control a street without talent.

The exception of this is the poison that dissolves in the blood, giving them an excuse to disobey the rules, a reason to step towards death in what they consider noble.

As long as a few people are poisoned like this, soon the inherent order will begin to collapse.

-- People don't lack anything. What they lack is just a sheep, a sacrifice that will walk in the forefront and open the door to a new era even if they know they will die.

Ironically, more often than not, such sacrifices come not from noble self-sacrifice, but from short-sightedness, foolish plans, and ambitions far beyond one's own means.

Roland did almost nothing. He just came out of the professor and found someone to tell him that the Staff of Broken Throat was going to fight the Locks of the Green Fruit.

Fueled by the crows, this true, but unsubstantiated rumor, began to spread at a rapid pace through the Shattered Throat Avenue. It even reached the ears of the Silent Wizard himself.

But it doesn't matter.

This is the truth, and there is nothing to deny.

He thought so without any clarification on the rumors.

He thinks that a rumor that is not fabricated will not cause any negative effects, but in fact, more often than not, the destructiveness of the rumor is not in the content of the rumor, but in the rumor itself.

The rumor was just one in the beginning.

But as it began to multiply exponentially, and its reach was confined to one area, everyone began to hear in a short time multiple versions of the first rumor, but essentially the same "more internal message."

People who were able to see it sensibly at first began to realize the anomaly from the frequency of this rumor.

Even if there was nothing wrong with the news, he began to subconsciously search, or guess, what went wrong.

In everyone's mind, there is a subconscious belief that there is some deeper reason for all situations that do not conform to daily life. It's good if there are investigation channels, but a larger number of ordinary people can only make up the causes of various abnormalities by themselves, and then start to scare themselves.

In order to avoid being frightened, or to distract themselves from their uneasiness, they will desperately spread the rumors with their own characteristics.

This is more evident in the near-unrestrained nature of the crowd itself, which favors the chaotic city of wealth.

The Silent Wizard himself is an outsider, unaware of the devastating power of unchecked rumors in a region held together by immensely fragile rules; The Raven was keenly aware of this, and slashed his words into a sword, stabbing into the crunch of the Staff of Broken Throat.

Roland stood in the dark alley where no one was looking, and smiled pleasantly, almost mockingly.

Indeed, under Roland's deliberate inducement, the people of Dark Raven did realize the lethality of rumors, and began to prepare to use rumors as weapons to regain the territory of Broken Throat Avenue. But......

-- It's too petty.

No matter how fierce the internal strife of the City of Fortune is, no matter how terrible the number of strong people in the City of Fortune is, no matter how rich the City of Wealth is, there is no denying one thing: it is just a city. And only a city of the principality.

The reason why it is not requisitioned is not because it is strong in itself, but simply because it involves too many relationships and cannot be clarified for a while.

It's as if two self-respecting chess players disdain to flip the table. But the chessboard thought that it had restrained the two people and could not move - this level of stupidity could not be saved.

Roland watched quietly for about two hours, and then found that the crow seemed to be just spreading rumors in various places, but did not leave himself even such a way back.

If Roland remembers correctly, the Staff of Broken Throat, the original Staff of Silence, used its near-omnidirectional crushing ability to force the Raven directly from the position of the street administrator, in a total of less than a day. Even the surrounding streets were demarcated in advance, and the crow's road for help was blocked.

Although the crow was so weak that it was neatly eliminated before it could call for help, this backhand was useless.

But such a weak and ineffective organization thinks that the terrible rumors that can defeat the Broken Throat Staff that defeat them are under their control.

It's about self-confidence, since it's a rumor released by yourself, you will definitely be able to restrain it.

This stupid act almost made Roland laugh.

It is an organization composed of several assassins. In Roland's opinion, the profession of an assassin is no different from a berserker in a sense, and it is a violent profession that uses all its brains to kill people anyway. The only difference is whether the muscles in your brain are red or white.

If the leader of these assassins were a wizard, an alchemist, or a priest - even a swordsman, at least they would have made their plans less stupid and took them one step at a time without thinking about what to do next.

I have to say that Marcus is much better than them, at least under his short rule, the people here can live in a relatively stable environment. And his plan is clearly one link after another.

The reason why Marcus's position is likely to be ruined by such a simple means as rumors is only because his mission in the City of Wealth has failed and he is about to leave here, so he naturally no longer cares about Broken Throat Avenue.

The Ravens saw this as an opportunity, a fatal flaw that Marcus had been careless.

Fortunately, there is no need to care about the life or death of this group of pig teammates, it is better to let them take off the staff of Broken Throat and die, which is exactly what Roland wants. Otherwise, Roland would really have a headache about how to move this group of pit goods.

Then, you can't be idle.

Roland subconsciously tightened his suitcase and walked to the next street.

Just like what Roland did before he went to the professor - it's probably no problem to buy those illiterate homeless people to pass a few words for themselves, right?

Anyway, the storm of chaos has already rolled up, so it is better to blow harder. Spreading anxiety and restlessness to the entire city of wealth has helped Roland in an unimaginable way to his next steps.

As for what's next......

The professor gave Roland a lot of good things, all of which were cute little things that could Boom. Roland was going to find a few better places to place them.

They are the protagonists of the first act of this play.

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Hmm, I went to see the post bar today, and then I found that there were so few people who posted it...... (Distance)

Although the post bar of this book is a symbolic thing, how much do you also pay attention to it (pounding the ground)

…… Okay, okay, we'll post it when we have time. And more importantly, the book friend group number is in the last line of the introduction, you remember to add ah hey (tea)

Also, although I don't know exactly when we will be on the shelves, we will open an investigation on the eve of the shelves, and the content is about the emotional route of this book. It was originally scheduled to be a single heroine or no heroine. But lately, the river crab god has been a little fierce, and I've already cut the scenes of two female characters......

So, in general, the candidate options should be "firm single heroine", "single heroine". ambiguous", "firm without a heroine", "without a heroine. "Ambiguous" four. Don't be in a hurry, this matter is not in a hurry...... (Tea)