On a cold winter night, a bonfire can keep you warm, and a sip of spirits can soothe your grievances.

But with a bonfire burning in front of him and a belly full of spirits, he did not get the warmth he hoped for, nor could he relieve the sorrow of his happiness.

Savile handed the bottle to Byrne's face, "The last sip of wine, do you want to drink it?"

Bourne shook his head and pushed the bottle away, his face clouded with "Ignore me."

Savile took back the wine bottle, tilted his head and poured it into the sky, burped comfortably, and said to himself: "Whenever I doubt something, I like to come here alone, and watch the life of my friends, brothers and sisters under the mountain get better and better, and all doubts disappear." ”

Byrne didn't answer, just stared blankly at the bottom of the mountain.

At this time, it was dawn, and the faint dawn fell on the eleven villages of Xinlake Town, outlining a black and white light ink picture for the two of them.

There were already diligent farmers and women in the village, and they walked out of the village in twos and threes, and when they left the village, they all delayed for some time, as if they were entangled with the militia guarding the entrance of the village.

Because the distance is a little far away and the light is not very good, Bourne can't see clearly, "Why do you restrict the villagers' freedom of entry and exit? Even your own people have to be strictly checked?"

Savile was already a little drunk, and said casually: "Originally, the main thing was to restrict those original locals, but later some people felt that it was unfair, so they restricted their own people." ”

"Locals, own people?"

Byrne pondered Savile's words, and then looked at the village down the hill, and his heart became more and more unpleasant.

Looking down from the position of the two people, you can see that there is a fence and wooden wall in each village, dividing the village into two areas, the inner and outer areas, and the people who were strictly interrogated by the militia at the entrance of the village just now are obviously the residents of the outer area.

"How ...... you Divides people into two classes, the fair spirit of the Free Parliament...... Does it still exist?" Perhaps because of the cold wind that had blown all night, Bourne's words were tinged with a chill.

Savile was shaken by the cold wind, and carefully explained: "This is only temporary, we have been influencing them, preaching our spirit of fairness to them, and when they fully join us, these restrictions will be lifted." ”

Byrne stopped talking, and looked down the hill in a daze, and saw that the men had all run to the fields across the river, bending down and searching slowly, occasionally stopping to tinker on the ground for a while, as if they were digging something.

"Are they digging something?"

"Shaving radish, last year the village men died a lot of battles, during the autumn harvest there were not enough manpower, the harvest was not careful, there were small radishes left in the ground, occasionally you can find gouging out. ”

"Oh!"

Bourne was also born in poverty, and he did this kind of thing, and when he was a child, he secretly went to the geography of the lord's house to pick up the fallen ears of wheat, and took them home to show off to his mother.

However, Charles thought about it for a moment and asked again, "Then our people are also going to shave turnips?"

"No, we have enough food to eat!"

“............”

Byrne slowly turned his head and asked with difficulty, "You mean to say that they ...... Not enough to eat?"

They are all farmers, and Byrne instantly figured out a lot of things, there is a lack of strong labor in the village throughout the year, and some small radishes are left in the land, so it means that the aborigines of the village have harvested enough food, otherwise no matter how small the radish is, it will not be missed.

So why don't they have enough food to eat now?

This kind of thing has never happened to Bourne before, because his lord has a good heart and will not ask for too much and raise taxes, but the sailor, severed finger, Foreman and others have all experienced the childhood of being robbed of a lot of food by the lord lord.

Savile was silent for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "When we came here, the autumn harvest was over, but this land belongs to us, and we have a territorial land certificate, so all the harvest in the territory belongs to us, so we decided to control the distribution of all the food, and occasionally some people who eat a lot need to find a way to replenish some extra food." ”

"You robbed them of their food?"

"Byrne, how can this be called robbery? this grain should have been ours, and you gave me the territory of Xinlake Town at that time to prove that we are the owners of this land......."

"You robbed them of their food?"

"I didn't!"

Savile stood up, the alcohol stimulated his nerves, making him very irritable and excited, "Byrne, do you know how difficult it is for me to bring a group of people to this strange place?

"We've walked so far, we've already run out of food, and the surrounding nobles don't sell us food, do you want us all to starve to death?"

"Are you going to starve Millie from the Foreman family? Are you going to starve Lisa from the Severed Finger family?"

Savile had no scruples about drinking: "Byrne, I know you are unwilling, you are now a knight, this land should be your private territory, you should stay in the castle like that bitch and be worshipped, but have you thought about the others? Have you thought about our oath?"

Savile squirted at Bourne, and spit on Bourne's face.

Bourne stood there stunned, as if he had been sprayed stupidly, and only after a long time did he say something faintly.

"Savile, do you remember what it was like ten years ago when we first entered the Free Council?"

Savile: "........."

"We were poor, we were weak, we had only a few cavalry squads, and we had to go and steal things from the gangsters, bandits, and even pirates, and then exchange them for food and receive their praise and cheers......... We were so happy. ”

"Did we rob civilians at that time?"

"Later, we quickly became stronger, we had more than a hundred knight squads, we began to go to the Dark Night Realm to grab things from those Night Cultists, we got back countless spiritual power materials, in exchange for an unknown amount of money, the power of the council is getting stronger and stronger, but ....... Our brothers and sisters are still starving. ”

"But even then, we didn't rob the poor, because they were the same people we used to be, the ones who needed the most help!"

Savile: "..........."

"We are now strong and have our own turf, but in turn we are bullying those who need our help the most......."

Byrne walked slowly down the mountain, his back lonely and gloomy, as if he had lost the high-spirited righteousness that had always supported him.

"Bourne, I've done my best, at least not one of our brothers and sisters will starve to death this year!"

"Whoosh!"

A money bag was tossed by Bourne from a distance, and it landed on the ground with a pleasant sound peculiar to the collision of gold coins.

"But the natives will starve to death, they have lost their fathers and husbands, they should no longer bear our oppression, they are innocent. ”

Savile grabbed the money bag on the ground and ran after Bourne, who was already drunk and fell several times in a row before catching up.

Savile grabbed Byrne's shoulders and hugged him tightly, crying hoarsely, "You can tell me these words, forget not to tell others!"

"Now some people say that you are greedy for power and vanity, and you follow that marquis all day long, and forget about us poor brethren......."

"We don't know where this path will lead, I can only try to protect our family!"

"You are no longer the stupid teenager you were ten years ago, you have to learn to protect yourself!"

Byrne stood stiff for a long time before slowly stretching out his arms and hugging Saville, and then resolutely walked away.