Under Gawain's indifferent gaze, Daniel didn't hold on for long before lowering his head: "...... In the presence of your might, my loyalty to Typhon and the Sleeper yields. ”

"Very well," Gawain nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the Eternal Sleeper's special edition of Cybersecurity, "Then let's start with this one, this will be your first step in your promotion in the Eternal Sleeper Order." First of all, what you need to do is not to directly spread this knowledge, but to discover the fatal flaws in the current psychic network, and tell these discoveries to other disciples who are slightly higher than you or the same level, when the eternal sleepers gradually realize these hidden dangers, you will put the first chapter as your research results, let's first look at what is a distributed network, and the concept of network resource allocation......"

Daniel bowed his head and made a respectful gesture.

He really reminisced about his teenage years and the years when he first learned from his mentor......

At the same time, in the eastern border of Ansu, somewhere in town.

The snow had stopped, and the stars appeared in the clear night sky, the stars shining on the earth, and the snow reflecting the starlight, so that the town after night was still not completely dark, and in the simple streets of stone and wooden buildings, a tall and thin figure in a black hooded cloak was quietly walking through the streets.

After finding a corner to shelter from the cold wind, the figure stopped and removed the hood of his cloak.

Beneath the hood was a striking blonde hair characteristic of a silver elf, and an unusually handsome face.

High Elven Ranger, Thordrin Frostleaf.

The human towns were eerily quiet in the middle of the night, at least in the slums, and Thorderlin's long elven ears twitched slightly in the air, and he could hear the sound of lyres and tambourines still coming from distant lords' castles, which meant that the nobility's nightlife had just begun.

The high-ranking ranger took a breath of fresh but cold air, then couldn't help but frown, pressing his hand near his chest.

The strange woman was more powerful than he thought, and although the Ranger wasn't a very good class at head-on combat, he still didn't expect that he would fall into a battle with a suspected druid opponent.

If he hadn't heeded the advice of the knight named Byron and brought with him some "new weapons for justice", he felt that his situation would have been much worse now.

As Thorderling calmed the throbbing pain of his wound and felt his flesh neutralize the strange toxins little by little with the help of supernatural powers, he remembered the battle he had fought before—and he finally confirmed that the power the woman had used was indeed the power of the druid.

Toxins, withered vines, thorns, and corrupted treants are all spells derived from the Druids, but show clear signs of corruption and depravity...... Will all things die? This should be the most likely explanation.

Why would a high-ranking cultist of the Society of the Dead infiltrate the elven monitoring station...... What purpose does she have?

The cold night wind blew through the streets again, and Thorderlin tightened his cloak, stopping these thoughts for a while, it was better to wait until he returned to Cecil's collar, Gawain and the clever people under his command could give more advice, which was much better than he was blindly guessing here alone.

Unfortunately, the documents he had with him were destroyed in the previous battle, and when he returned, he found that the eastern border of Ansu had also entered a higher level of martial law due to the change of situation, and an order from the Duke of the Eastern Border, Silas Loren, made the entire area impassable, and the situation was better in those places with less order, but in such large and medium-sized towns where the aristocracy was more tightly ruled and there were many eyelines, he had to act carefully.

In this era of chaos and darkness and aristocracy, it is not easy for a stranger to be in a good position without proofs - especially since he was working in Typhon's army not long ago, and many of Duke Silas Loren and his knights and generals knew him, and those people did not know that he had switched to Cecil, which would be difficult to explain once he was photographed......

The winter night in the north of the continent is bitingly cold, although the physical fitness of a high-level transcendent does not allow Thorderlin to not get sick at this temperature, he is still quite unwell, and can't help but look for a place where he can be warmer - due to the strong rule and martial law order of the Duke of the East, all the taverns and inns are closely watched, and foreigners and strangers with accents not like the eastern region of Ansu will be interrogated, and Thorderlin in his heyday will certainly not worry about this, but he is now seriously injured, It had already taken half of his strength to suppress the toxins in his body, and he didn't want to attract the attention of those human transcendents at this juncture.

Just as he was looking for shelter from the wind, a little dancing fire suddenly caught Thöderling's eyes.

He walked over and saw a small bonfire in the deepest part of the alley, and several dim figures were huddled around it, occasionally moving to stir the faint flames, and throwing a small piece of charcoal into the fire.

Is a high-ranking Ranger going to share a campfire with a beggar......

Thorderling smiled silently, but walked over anyway.

He could have had a better choice, although he was in a terrible state now, he could still find a way to sneak into a barn somewhere or even sneak into a warm citizen's house to spend the night, but he couldn't help but get close when he saw the bonfire - the dancing fires and the people around the campfire made him think of seven hundred years ago, the most difficult time for the expeditionary force, when he mixed with a group of human soldiers and refugees, and everyone used the same method to keep warm on the coldest nights, Encouraged each other through the darkest and coldest part of the road.

He had not had such an experience for many, many years since the establishment of the human nation and the gradual stabilization of the situation.

The homeless at the fire noticed the stranger's approach, and they immediately became nervous, but soon they realized that it was not the soldier who had come out on patrol - in such cold weather, the soldiers did not want to go deep into the slums, they would often just walk around the streets and then go back to drinking.

The man in the black cloak was more like another homeless man.

Thorderlin, who had put his hood back on, walked over to the campfire and spoke in a low voice, "It's so cold. ”

A homeless man wrapped in a shabby cotton coat muttered, "There is no extra place." ”

"I've got some wine," Sölderlin casually pulled the bag out of his bosom, "enough for two or three mouthfuls for one person." ”

“…… Sit down. ”

Thordrin sat down, and the wine bag in his hand was quickly taken away by the person next to him, who pulled the stopper, put his nose on the mouth of the bag, took a deep breath, and then brought the wine bag to his mouth, trying to restrain but still couldn't help but take a big sip.

Then he took the wine in his mouth, as if he wanted to enjoy it slowly, and the bag was passed on to the next person.

The wine bags passed silently from one homeless person to another, and by the faint sound of the campfire Tölderling could see the faces of each of them—some wrinkled and ravine-crissed, some with frostbite, some younger, but also old-fashioned, wrapped in tattered cotton clothes, or even just a pile of rags that could no longer be seen as clothes, and a foul smell emanated from them: it was obvious that these people would not have had a chance to bathe.

"It's much warmer with a sip of wine." A homeless man said in a hoarse voice.

The bag eventually returned to Sölderling's hand, and he shook it, surprised to find that there was still a little left inside.

The man sitting across the campfire said, "Keep some of it, maybe you can save your life one day." ”

Toldling was silent and took the bag back into his arms, then sighed softly, "What a cold winter night......

"You're talking in a smug manner," the homeless man next to him laughed, "but it's cold." ”

The man across the campfire muttered, "It wasn't that cold last winter." ”

Someone next to him immediately laughed: "You still have a house to live in last winter, of course you are not cold!" ”

"Shut up!"

Listening to this, Thorderlin suddenly looked up and interjected curiously: "Where's your house?" ”

The man sitting across the campfire said in a depressed tone: "I was taken away by the knight master a while ago...... I owe the knight five years of rent, and I can't pay it back, and I even take the house and land. ”

Thorderlin couldn't help but fall silent.

But the man across the campfire didn't stop, as if thinking of his "good days" last winter, and he muttered again: "I still had a house last year, and a small piece of land...... I also have a wife! ”

"His wife died years ago," whispered the man next to Sölderlin, "and he doesn't have a clear mind right now. ”

"It's all the 'Tenant Amnesty Act,'" said a young man who was fiddling a bonfire. ”

"The 'Tenant Amnesty Act'?" Thorderling was stunned for a moment, apparently he hadn't heard of the bill.

In the Ansu Kingdom, the landed nobles of earls and above can promulgate a certain degree of "private law" in their own territory, depending on the level of their title, the scope of the laws that can be promulgated is also different, some can set the tax rate, some can mint currency, and some can stipulate the inheritance of land, in addition to a general kingdom code, the legal provisions of the local nobles can be said to be disorganized, extremely chaotic, and even contradictory, these chaotic laws are not only those merchants who walk between the territories, The challenges that adventurers have to face can also cause a lot of trouble for strangers like Sölderlin who are unfamiliar with the situation.

"It is the law that the Earl of Berry gave ten years ago," said the young man, "and the Earl allows those who rent land to be in arrears of their tenants' rent, and not to be flogged and confiscated in the first year of arrears, but to pay twice as much in the second year, twice as much in the third year, and twice as much in the fourth...... If it is not enough in the fifth year, he will take away all the houses and fields. The Count said that this was a mercy, so that those who could not pay the rent because of the occasional bad year could have the opportunity to pay their debts, so it was said that it was the 'Amnesty Act', and if he could not pay the rent for five years in a row, he would be lazy and stupid, and unworthy to continue cultivating his land......"

The man wrapped in a shabby cotton coat next to Sölderlin sighed: "But few can pay it back, and most of them will become like us after five years." ”

It's a trap! A trap that couldn't be simpler!

How is it possible for a peasant household to repay the rent arrears when the tenant rent has doubled continuously? Not to mention the multiplier that is more than ten times higher after five years, even in the second year, it will be difficult for them to pay it back - they will not be able to save up surplus food or money to cope with the skyrocketing tenant rent in the second year!

Before the law was enacted, rent arrears were only subject to flogging and confiscation, but after the law was enacted, anyone who defaulted on rent was doomed to have all their land and houses confiscated – something that ordinary farmers simply did not understand.

for they could neither read nor count...... There is no extra energy and brain power to think about things other than working and farming.

In desperation, they face debts that are impossible to repay, and in desperation they lose their land and houses, but in the end they don't even understand why.

Thordrling glanced at the small campfire in front of him, and suddenly felt that the memories of seven hundred years ago when everyone were huddling together to keep warm had become blurred.

The man across the campfire was still whispering, "I had a small piece of land right next to the river...... I also have a wife! ”

Someone touched him: "Okay, don't talk about it, talk too much." ”

"It's time for firewood......

"Don't put it all in, it's still early in the morning."

"When the day dawns, let's go to the Holy Light Church, go early, porridge can be hot."

"Don't be too early—the new pastor doesn't stir much porridge when he serves it, and he's used to scooping it from above, so he can only drink thin soup when he goes early."

Thorderling listened in silence, and in the elf's powerful hearing, he heard the lyre and tambourine in the distant castle finally quiet down.

He didn't sleep all night, until a faint glimmer of light appeared in the sky, and the light of the great sun was reflected through the clouds into the town.

The church bells rang in the distance, and Thorderlin stood up, and the homeless, who had barely slept well, struggled to get up: the church bells were the signal to wake them up.

The campfire was nearly extinguished, and the little residual heat that was barely passed on to the people who were roasting it, the homeless men moved their frozen hands and feet, hoping to regain some strength before the sun actually came out, which helped them to keep their food at the church door, but one man was still sitting in place while everyone stood up.

It's the one who sits across the campfire at night.

Someone stepped forward and pushed, and the slumped body fell to the ground: he was dead.

The homeless watched the scene in silence, and someone sighed: "There were a few pieces of firewood missing last night. ”

"He still had his own house last year......

Sölderling's face was expressionless, those who walked hand in hand in darkness and hardship seven hundred years ago, their descendants created such a kingdom?

He turned and walked towards the street that was about to be illuminated by the sun.

He must hurry back to Cecil to get it.

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