"With us around Her Highness the Holy Maiden, sheltering her from the wind and rain, blocking countless guns and arrows thrown at her, and being malicious, we have reason to believe that we will definitely be able to relieve Her Highness of her countless burdens, so that she can meet the challenges of the future with the fullest posture and become the savior worshiped by countless people on the altar. Alas...... That's why we're the ones who pay the most for the world. ”

"yes, yes...... The world should not be without us. We must be missing. ”

In the empty space of the empty nest, a voice that could not distinguish any emotion slowly sounded around the carriage.

The outer side of the carriage was quietly shining with the layers of magic spells created by Mistra, and there was no sound coming into the carriage at all, which was heard by Zhenni, who was intertwined with the will of the thousand-year-old artifact.

"Hey, hey, hey......" ×6

The group of people around the carriage seemed to have suddenly turned on a switch.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, it was really harmonious, if outsiders saw it, they couldn't help but feel that it was a perfect team of unity and friendship.

But how many things have happened in this moment, and how many slow waves and treacherous ones, have not joined them, really participated in them, tasted the three flavors, and who can really understand?

But for all of you here, it's really all in plain sight...

A carriage separates two very different worlds.

What you see is what others want you to see; It is not surprising that what you hear is only what others want you to hear, and this has been the case since ancient times, and now it is just a repetition of history.

As the journey progressed, the desolate and ruined battlefields that surrounded the capital were gradually left behind.

After all, people always have to come forward to see, and it is not the work of wise men to chase the past excessively and indulge in history.

The people present are all a group of wise men, and naturally they will not make a mistake on this point, so, slightly...

The desolation gradually receded, and the crowd began to swell slowly, and more and more people began to converge from various intersections, and gradually appeared around Papas and Sanel, and people came and went, so it was not lively.

Of course, more than that, pushing a tattered cart full of all kinds of debris, as if it would fall apart at any moment, was carefully walking on the road.

On the cart, the old jars and pots were together with the tattered items that could no longer be seen, and there was a strange smell of gagging from afar.

- They are waste pickers.

They fled with the cart, wandering from village to town in the south, and then pushed the cart back to this place.

Whether it's for a living, or for life, or for survival, even if it's chaotic outside now, even if many people know that it's safest to hide inside the royal city now, they have to come out and fight for their families...

They didn't know how old they were, they were all dressed in dusty clothes, their hair and face were dirty, they carefully bent over, pushing the little cart in their hands that had been passed down for I don't know how many generations, it was completely the most valuable cart in the house, and walked along the main road, as if they wanted to go to the city they had just walked, to find something they needed for their masters, the nobles and lords of the kingdom.

Of course, this must be ordered by an aristocratic official.

If it were themselves, even if they knew that there were countless "treasures" in that battlefield city, they might be enough to sell anything for their family for several years, even if they didn't find anything, even if they picked up some discarded wood or something in the ruins, it was enough for themselves and their families to barely keep warm in this harsh winter.

But they didn't dare to do it either.

Even if there was only this point, even if many people knew that there were more and more precious things in the ruins of those battlefield cities, they simply did not have the courage to pick them up.

For the laws of the kingdom have long stipulated that all the lands of the whole kingdom, wherever they are, whether they are found or not, whether they exist or not, whether they exist or not, belong to the nobles and the king.

Even what is above the land, or what comes from under the land, belongs to them, and is an appendage of the nobility. This includes, and is by no means limited to, the poor.

The laws of the kingdom have long stipulated that whoever dares to take anything on the land without the consent of the nobles and lords has the absolute right to kill these people directly on the spot.

Even if he can live, it will be the whole family to become the slave of the nobles in that land, and it is light to say that "life is better than death"!

Of course, it is more true that neither the noble and arrogant aristocrats, nor the high-ranking officials, nor the extraordinary professionals who wield power, can say any laws or rules to their untouchables.

The knowledge that will touch the rights of the aristocracy will always belong only to those who are high up to them, and it is too late to cover it up, where will ordinary poor, untouchable, and slaves be allowed to touch the slightest bit and know every bit?

They have climbed to a certain height with all their might, who will look down at this group of people who are confused, and give them weapons that can hurt themselves?

I want to eat it!

And these people who come and go naturally know their status in the eyes of those who are in high places, even if Zhenni's clothes are not so luxurious and fine, but there are already experienced poor people who have seen the extraordinaryness of this carriage, and they have left the radiation range of the carriage with humility and fear, as if they are afraid that they will be caught by a few "big people" in front of them if they make a mistake.

What's more, it was already clear at a glance who was sitting in the carriage, and had already knelt humbly and fearfully on the side of the road, burying his head deep in the ground, trembling with caution, lest he should attract the wrath of these "saviors" if he was not careful.

Pappas, Sanel, Mistra and others were completely accustomed to such a scene, and the corners of their mouths were raised with a bit of undisguised indifference to the extreme.

The people who are high above are not just the nobles of the kingdom......

The curtain was lifted on the carriage, and Zhenni, who was as bright and magnificent as a god, saw such a scene of humility and insignificance coexisting, countless poor and lowly poor people, and slaves bowing their heads like ants together.

Originally, I don't know how many times I had seen it, and the commonplace picture seemed to suddenly have color.

Zhenni's calm and watery spirit seemed to be rippling, vaguely remembering something that her teacher had said to her.

That's a very important word, so important that it seems to set off another plague of the gods.

It is different from the fall of the goddess of magic and the catastrophe of the destruction of the material caused by the destruction of the magic net. It is another kind of great terror that comes from insignificance, enlightened by humility, born from lowliness, but its vastness, as long as it moves, it is endless, endless, and can never be closed!

But the light of the gods flickered in the depths of her eyes, and she could only remember the image of the teacher constantly speaking to her, but she could not remember what the teacher had said to her at that time.

"What the hell did I forget......

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