"As a foreigner, it is indeed not an easy task for Yodel to achieve such results in the town of Winter Springs." Reverend Gatsby nodded, "As for the young people who are ready to go out and work hard here, many of them regard the dictator on the docks as their idol. ”

"But wasn't that one ostracized by the local powers? I don't think even the town office wants to see dock workers gathered under a foreigner! So who exactly are the supporters behind him? Clematis immediately pointed out a key factor in this.

Regional discrimination is a relatively common social and cultural phenomenon in the process of social development. Although in today's reality, they are rarely seen. But in the game, it's as ubiquitous as the Celestial Empire of the old days. Whether it is regional cultural differences, uneven economic development, or the instinctive defensive psychology of intelligent creatures, this kind of imagination will be promoted.

So it's never easy for anyone to make a career away from home. What's more important is that yodel has some kind of latent mechanism of violence in his hands. This kind of thing is absolutely intolerable to those in power - unless there is some big organization behind them, it is really hard for players to believe that the decent people of Winterspring would let Yodel control all the dockers here.

Now that he's in control of the dockers, there's a real chance that they'll be a mouse-thrower, especially since the town of East Springs itself isn't strong in force. But before the other party completes the complete integration, the local forces in Winter Springs Town are fully capable of disrupting the other party's plan.

Intelligent beings are emotionally distant and distant, and they are instinctively reluctant to go to the details of unfamiliar outsiders. So just an ordinary rumor may make all the other party's efforts go to waste. And the contradictions between the local workers and the outsiders can easily disintegrate the order that the other side has so hard established at the very beginning.

As long as the actual managers in the town hall are not all big straw bales in the vegetarian corpse position. Then just relying on a foreigner can't set off such a big storm in Dongquan Town. There must be some secret behind this that outsiders don't know much about. And the Church of the 'Goddess of Wealth and Commerce' has been rooted in Dongquan Town for so many years, it is impossible not to hear any rumors.

"That guy is the tyrannical black hand in the name of the 'God of Tyranny', and he can be regarded as one of the black hands that reached out to the Northlands. It should be said that he is a collaborator of the previous mayor. Pastor Gatsby touched his chin, "But at most it has something to do with the noble family in the town!" It should already be regarded as a completely independent force. Not many people know about this kind of thing, and most of those civilians only know that the opponent is a good martial artist. ”

"Authoritarian black hand? The kind of evil person who is extremely self-disciplined? Barrett touched his chin, "But don't they usually serve powerful monarchs?" How did you come to such a small place. ”

The so-called 'tyrannical black hand' is the temple guardian of the Church of the 'God of Tyranny'. Unlike the Paladins, they are usually in the Order-Evil camp and do not have rare wild colonies. This is not uncommon on the mainland, for example, the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and Commerce has a similar 'Bounty Guard'.

At first, they were just alternatives developed by churches that didn't attract paladins (or black knights). However, as it grew, more and more churches began to use their temples. Because the birth of the holy warrior (black warrior) is too uncontrollable, and the quantity produced is far from meeting the needs of the market - no one among the aborigines can become a holy warrior by learning, and whether or not they can become a holy warrior is completely up to nature, and nature has only two distinctions: 'have' and 'no', which cannot be obtained through will or action.

More important is when it comes to the choice of careers for the paladins. The Church of the 'Lord of Notars', by virtue of its characteristics, is one of the nearly three more. Therefore, I can't help other churches hate it and find another way at the same time. Although compared to the Holy Warriors who were inspired and accepted their fate, the quality of those assembly line products was a little worse. But it is also good to solve the problem of existence and non-existence from the root.

Like the Paladin, these 'mass-produced' ecclesiastical forces have their own precepts. For example, the 'autocratic black hand' never takes the initiative to do good (except by order from the monarch), and his code of conduct requires that he respect his superiors when his authority has the power to rule over the weak, and act in a disciplined manner (not participating in random killings, maintaining firm rule over those of lower status, etc.). Help only those who can maintain or improve his position, and punish those who challenge authority (unless such challengers can prove it.) He himself is more valuable than supporting authority).

To put it bluntly, these guys are the most qualified cool officials, and they are naturally welcomed by many rulers. It was originally like a loose whole like the Seven Cities Alliance. These guys are already having a hard time finding the right place. So Barrett really didn't expect to be able to meet them in such a small place as Winterspring Town!

"I don't know. Maybe the original adults in the temple knew why! But they hadn't told anyone about it before they left. Pastor Gatsby said with a little helplessness.

Klamatis, who knew something about this, touched his chin: "If that person doesn't have any peeps into the temple, he should be a suitable alliance partner!" Although the 'authoritarian black hands' were not usually good people, they were still very committed to maintaining local stability. ”

"If the one doesn't have any thoughts about the temple. Otherwise, it would be very good to wait for the 'authoritarian black hands' to lead the troops. Pastor Gatsby still cringed.

After pondering for a while, Barrett finally expressed his thoughts: "I remember that the church of the 'God of Tyranny' and the church of the 'goddess of wealth and commerce' rarely clash directly! It shouldn't be too dangerous to meet after a while. ”

"The main conflict between the two sides should be over taxation. However, in a smuggling port like Wintersprings, that situation should be negligible. Speaking of this, Rieli had a weird smile on her face, "I always feel that a 'tyrannical black hand' controls the smugglers." What a joyful thing! ”

"That's normal, the rulers here are pro-smuggling!" Clematis, on the other hand, saw this kind of thing very well - smuggling, although it had a bad effect on national interests, could boost the economy of the country itself. So in the eyes of those localists. That's a good way to go.

After glancing at his companions a few times, Barrett made a decision: "Thank you very much Pastor Gatsby for the news you have given us. Then when we meet with Mr. Yodel, we should not be blinded. ”

"Do you have to meet that guy?" Pastor Gatsby still hasn't given up on his last stand.

However, Klaimatis immediately responded: "Judging from the current situation, there will be no worse situation anyway." Meeting that guy may or may not turn the other way......"

After making preparations, the blood-stained gray flowers rushed to the meeting place proposed by the other party, so to speak, in full gear. Fortunately, the number of heavily armed adventurers in Winterspring Town is not small. Their image is not so abrupt.

Before the players could enter the 'Cold Flame' tavern of their choice, they heard the slightly cheerful melody of the lute coming from the lobby outside the door. When they opened the curtains of the hotel, they immediately found a bard with messy hair in the middle of the lobby, gently plucking the strings and singing a hilarious minority.

And with the bard's unexplained songs, the lobby of the tavern can be described as unusually noisy. Guests waving wine glasses were influenced by the lyrics. Many of them have become agitated. Their pupils were a little red, and the blood they looked at flowed down their waists, and their heads became groggy.

While these guys were laughing and yelling, they also borrowed their hands and feet while the waitress walked by. The barmaids were also expertly dodging the rough palms at the moment. Yichang took the wine on the plate and laughed with the other party. But unless the drunkards are willing to give silver or even gold cuties, they don't want to let each other take advantage of each other for nothing.

As the curtain was raised, a breath of fresh air immediately poured into the filthy tavern lobby. Several of the guests, who were not yet fully drunk, as well as the adventurers playing bridge in the corner of the lobby, all set their sights on the newcomers outside the door. When they saw the anvil wrapped in a tin can, and Barrett, who was one size one. Some of them turned their heads in amusement and refocused on their 'careers'.

However, there were still a few adventurers who did not look away from themselves, only after discovering the emblem on Klymatis's chest. Begin to be cautious and restrained. With the sound of metal riding boots colliding with the floor of the tavern, a walkway appeared in the otherwise crowded lobby. Even when Rielie and other ladies walked by. Those drunkards who had drunk too much were also under the desperate suppression of their companions, and could not stretch out their claws of Lushan - those who were still sober understood that there were some things that could never be offended.

Barrett tossed the bartender a coin before he got to the bar: "Mr. Yodel asked us to meet here!" He must have arrived according to the agreed matter, can he tell us where the gentleman is now? ”

After hearing 'Mr. Yodel', there were still a few peeps left in the lobby. All of a sudden, it was all gone. This shows the influence of the dock dictator in Wintersprings. Barrett, who noticed the change in the lobby, thought a little more highly of Mr. Yodel: 'That guy seems to be a pretty difficult snake......

"How many are you a guest of Mr. Yodel? Take the stairs on the left, and Mr. Jodl is already waiting for you in the first room on the second floor on the left-hand side. The bartender expertly took the silver and smiled as he reached out to show the players the way.

"Thank you!" Barrett then led the player up the stairs of the tavern. But when the anvil came upstairs, the steps of the wooden staircase creaked painfully. It seems that if you are not careful, you may break into two pieces under the weight of the armor of the whole body.

Barrett, who looked back at the scene, said, "If you have the opportunity next time." Remember to get a dressing ring for the anvil. ”

The small episode didn't waste the players' time. When they came to the door of Mr. Jodle's private room, they looked at each other. Then Barrett knocked on the door of the house: "Is Mr. Yoddle in the room?" The blood-stained Greyflower mercenary group was invited. ”

"Please come in!" A short, cold voice came from behind the door. The player who pushes open the door will immediately find three figures inside the house.

Standing directly across from the door was a large, one-eyed man with bronzed skin in a brown linen shirt. The exposed neck and arms were covered with scars of all kinds—it felt like there was no good piece of meat.

The player then noticed the source of the voice, the man sitting in the center of the three with smooth blonde hair. The delicate skin and demeanor give people the first impression that he must have a good background. But if you look closely, you will find that this guy has a very obvious military temperament. All his actions are at a glance, and there is a big contrast between him and his own image.

Sitting on the side closest to the player is a thin man with a mustache. The squinting other party's face is full of smiles, but the rigid expression of the smiling flesh makes the players feel very tired.

What's even heavier is the seat, which puts Mr. Yodel, the current resident, in the middle of the attack when he opens the door. From this arrangement, it can also be seen that the opportunity in front of him is also quite wary of Barrett and his party. Otherwise, no such arrangement would have been made.

'Why are there only 3 people?' Judging by their reactions, it shouldn't be like this! Are these guys absolutely confident in their own strength? What kind of backhand do you still have? Seeing this strange scene, Barrett immediately had a series of thoughts in his heart. But that didn't stop him from smiling, "Thank you very much, Mr. Yodel, for your invitation!" (To be continued.) )