"The harvest festival doesn't seem to be very lively, dear Lady Bonnie." Pushing open the door of the National Press, the young editor, Durt, noticed Ms. Bonnie standing by the window, who seemed to be looking down the street as secretary to the president.

He had just come from there, and naturally knew what was going on in the streets—all the factories of Mr. Marin's group had been shut down for seven days, the workers were unpaid, and the other employers of the Chamber of Commerce were taking advantage of the fire, and they were driving down their weekly wages and extending their contracts in order to divide up Mr. Marin's workers.

But surprisingly, these workers were not overwhelmed by life, they gathered in the streets and marched every day, wanting to regain their jobs.

Unfortunately, all of Mr. Marin's factories were shut down.

The police, the private investigators, and the mad businessmen were eager to discover the secrets of the disappearances—it was said that at least fifty people were missing, and they were not alive or dead, and the newspapers loyal to the Chamber of Commerce were mourning each other every day as if they were dead parents, but they had not thought that the number would be dead every week in the west of the city before Mr. Marin's group appeared.

"Something will happen." Miss Bonnie said with a frown.

"As long as you have a little brain, you can see it, but what else can these mud legs do, many members of the business guild are transcendental, I don't think these civilians can fight against them." Durt shook his head, a little dismissive of Lady Bonnie's pessimistic outlook.

In his opinion, those who have the ability have privileges as a matter of course, otherwise the world would have been pushed into the abyss of destruction.

What can mortals do?

I can only be a victim.

"No, Durt, don't underestimate these mortals, let alone Mr. Marin, you know, he gives each worker two dollars a month for settling-in, which is not a small amount, and he is obviously prepared."

"Then I would like to know how he managed to deal with his business friends." Durt focused on the word friend, and he did not at all find the problem of Lady Bonnie terrible: "Dear ma'am, you are too worried about external things, and consider the topic of the mixed reception of the first edition of Mr. Marlin's new book." ”

Durt felt it would be better to think about it.

After all, compared to the previous one, this one has a lot of very sensitive topics, and several churches have criticized this book without naming it.

Yes, it has something to do with a chaotic evil god, and the National Press decided to publish it after consulting several large churches, but it was still criticized by those small churches.

But to be honest, Durt still likes this multi-protagonist multi-line development book very much, surviving and searching for the truth in a city full of epidemics, and the details of survival in it have been affirmed by the Church of Justice and the Church of Love, and some post-apocalyptic survivalists have copied these contents into a collection.

"The content is compliant, and there are endorsements from the four major churches, so I don't think there's anything to discuss." Ms. Bonnie didn't have anything to say about it, she just looked out the street.

Durt shrugged his shoulders and sat down in his place, he had a job today - a new book needed his human review.

He took out his manuscript paper and saw the seventh line of the first page, and a gunshot 'jolted' him out of his seat.

"Something's wrong." Miss Bonnie sighed.

Durt, who ran to his side, saw workers being driven through the streets, saw police officers pushing some workers into police cars, and saw victims lying in pools of blood.

"Bleeding, Durt, you know what, Mr. Marin's bottom line."

"I don't know."

"Don't bleed...... The gentleman's bottom line was trampled on. ”

………………

Casaman, who was hiding in the attic, looked at the situation on the other side of the square, and he shook his head—things were no longer going to end well, and the Chaos cultists who mingled with the police officers and workers with ulterior motives did just that.

If there is no bloodshed, all this is nothing more than businessmen hurting each other, but after bloodshed, this is the hatred of one class against another.

It was a new word, he had heard it from Mr. Marin.

Until then, workers, merchants, these are the words Casamane uses to look at the world.

But after listening to Mr. Marin talk about all this that day, new knowledge poured into Casaman's mind, and he realized that all of it had been ...... Even without chaos, it will gradually develop to this point.

Chaos is just a push that speeds up the course of history.

When Cassaman was a little puzzled, Mr. Marin seemed to be in a very bad mood at the mention of this.

He also said something that made Casaman very confused to himself.

We have forgotten these things, but they have not forgotten, never.

Who are we? Who are they?

Casaman thought of this, and there was no answer at all, he could only watch the body being dragged away, and then watch the cleaners who washed the floor enter.

Why don't the gods take care of it, do they say that humans don't need to be managed by these high-ranking beings when they kill each other?

………………

Standing in the alley, Donald looked at everything in the distance, and as the stones flew towards the officer's queue, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong - someone must be stirring the string into.

And then things went out of the way.

Fate had not designed such a development from the beginning, but the fact was that there must have been some so-called workers among them, but in fact the Chaos believers participated.

"Mr. Donald, come in, it's too chaotic outside." The young child stood in front of the open door and looked at Donald.

The latter nodded: "We...... We have been deceived by this chaos. ”

"It's normal, isn't it, humans are such a race that likes to hate each other." The pointy-eared elf smiled, "Mr. Marlin has told him that this is his property, and he doesn't want to be seen an assassin living in his property. ”

"I know, I'm sorry, I just think...... I'm just a homeless waste again. Donald sighed as he walked over to the boy, "I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense again." ”

"Yes, you've been working in the cake shop for a year, and we are very lucky that Mr. Marin's private shop was not affected this time." The elven boy said.

Following him into the store, Donald, out of curiosity, asked a somewhat stupid question: "What do you think of the workers outside?" ”

"They, I'm sure Mr. Marin will take care of everything." The elven boy seemed to be somewhat blind to his opinion, and Donald smiled—he had thought the same thing before he tried to kill his former comrades in another safe house.

But facts speak louder than words.

Donald took one last look at the square before bringing it to the door.

Mr. Marin will fight back, for Donald knows that Mr. Marin is the kind of person who does not hesitate to show evil the brutal side that is characteristic of justice.

Everyone has to pay the price for their choices.

………………

"Mentor, at noon today, something happened in the square." When Colin was giving old Hoffman a haircut, he explained to him everything that was going on in the city.

His mentor, though old, was not old enough to be confused: "Marin...... The kid said. ”

"Marin says the time hasn't come yet, but, it's already bleeding today, and I'm afraid of the damn Chaos...... I'm afraid they're going to cut the whole city apart. ”

"Believe...... Believe Marin, Colin, that kid, believe him. Speaking of this, old Hoffman coughed twice: "By the way, we still have ...... And how much longer. ”

Colin smoothed his mentor's back: "...... Mentor, next week. ”

"Next week, ah......"

Colin could feel the old man in front of him tremble, and eventually, he heard a joyful exclamation: "Finally, I can...... Relieved. ”

Colin struggled not to let himself cry.

The old man's withered hand patted the hand that his apprentice had placed on his shoulder.

"Colin, be happy...... I, ah, dreamed yesterday, dreamed dreamed...... Those brothers and sisters of yours are gone. ”

The old man coughed a few more times when he said this.

"I dreamed of them...... When I was young...... When you sit on my lap and listen to the story......"

The old man lowered his head and let out a slight snoring sound.

Colin covered him with a blanket and eventually came to his wheelchair and sat down on the floor as before.

………………

"I never thought that my daughter's lover would be able to endure this far." The head of the Morvis family looked at the report in his hand, he sighed, and then threw it on the table: "Yesterday he died, today he can go on an outing with my daughter, what is he thinking, can he ignore the mortals who trust him to shed blood for this in order to watch one more day of performance?" ”

Saying this, the king looked at his old friend: "What do you think he thinks?" ”

"I don't have much to think about." His old friend, Lady Marim, shook her head: "My brain doesn't support me thinking too much, and this son-in-law of yours is a good man. ”

“…… Why are you so flattering him. ”

"Maybe it's because he didn't choose to kill my stupid son in the first place." Mrs. Marem smiled. "Goethe, why don't you choose to believe that child, even the Church of Justice and the Church of the God of War have not spoken up on this matter, don't you think that you are jumping out now, a little too overstepping, after all, it is still under the jurisdiction of the Duke." ”

His Majesty was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "I...... I just don't know what the hell that kid is thinking, and I sometimes get scared of what he thinks, because I've never seen a kid like him, who will do anything for the sake of results. ”

"You think he'll one day take your place." Mrs. Marim noticed the sadness on her old friend's face.

"Manly has been saying that all the time, she said that she was afraid of this day, she had never been so close to me as she is now, and she wouldn't have told me this when she was doing small gestures before."

“…… Poor Manly. "Lady Marim began to pity her queen.

And her king sighed: "I don't really mind, after all, the crown on my head is also from the inheritance, but I am responsible for everyone in this kingdom, I can't let such an unscrupulous child sit on that chair, so I can't wait to know what Marin is thinking." ”

………………

"You're saying, you want to know what the hell I'm trying to do?" Marin looked at Cross who was standing in front of her.

The bunny girl nodded: "The tower master of the Mage Tower is very worried, because there are many members of the Business Guild who have transactions with the Mage Tower. ”

“…… His Excellency the Tower Master means that he wants to keep these businesses, right? Marlin beckoned to the bunny girl.

Cross didn't agree with Marin's speculation, and she stood in front of Marin: "No, the tower owner wants to know if the Mage Tower needs to find a new collaborator for their business. ”

"Then I wish I could nominate myself." Marin smiled and patted Cross's little hand: "Now, is there any more questions?" ”

"No, do you need to tell the tower master now?" Cross asked.

"Yes, but I don't think it's necessary." Marin shook his head, and then he noticed a junior apprentice beckoning to him not far away: "Honey, my little ears and eyes are coming for me. ”

"Then I'd better go and talk to the tower master, at least that way, I won't need to run again tomorrow."

Cross kisses Marin goodbye, then burrows through the portal.

Marin motioned for the apprentice to come over.

The halfling apprentice came over: "Mr. Marin, the children over there at the manor said that the adults locked themselves in their rooms when they came back today, and they have been young for a long time, and the gentleman from the cannery has just come." ”

"I know, tell everyone, keep an eye on it, and doubled this month's salary, and if there are more than two brothers and sisters, add three more yuan." Marin watched the kid leave, and then he stood up.

Standing outside the church gate, looking at the snow falling in the sky, looking at the street lamps that began to work, the young church teacher lit a cigarette for himself.

"You're smoking again." Faye sided with Marin, who was very rare in not criticizing Marin's actions.

"I'm a little anxious." Marin told the truth.

"Why, I thought you had everything in your mind." Faye was a little surprised.

"No, I'm afraid that they will forget how to save themselves, I am afraid that they will forget how to fight the enemy, I am afraid of them...... Becoming something I don't recognize. ”

"That's your anxiety?"

"Yes, I'm anxious, because sometimes I can't see myself in the mirror anymore." Speaking of this, Marin let out a long sigh.

Faye reached out and grabbed Marin's arm.

"Nonsense, you will always be that summer, the little Marlin who is willing to help me carry the medicine, you have not changed, and you will not change."

Listening to Faye's categorical attitude, Marin smiled and nodded.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, Marlin, it's me who should thank you." With that, Faye took Marin and walked to the church hall.

Marin took one last look outside the door.

The snow seems to be falling heavier.