In a room on the second floor of the Crimson Pupil Tavern, the atmosphere in the air was as solemn as solid, and only the light mist wafting from the old man's pipe could prove that the person sitting here was not a sculpture for the set. Roland saw many familiar faces at the large table in the room, not to mention Amia and One-Eye, who had completely taken over the reign of the Shadow Residents of the royal capital after Cheese left. As the witch's staunchest ally, the leader of the Dementors, Ciel, also sat in a rather prominent position, and the female doctor was flanked by the little guy who succeeded Lightning as the dwarf patriarch, and it was clearly happy when it saw Roland, all the dwarves liked the bearded human.

In addition to these two, Roland was surprised to see that representatives of the Edward family and the representatives of the Batman were also sitting at the large table. This is a very interesting thing, although the position of their seats is quite inconspicuous, but they are sitting here after all, it is hard to imagine what kind of mentality the other dark races of the royal capital have to agree to them to join the meeting after experiencing betrayal. However, the absence of one person surprised the magician a little.

"Where's the rain?" Roland asked seemingly casually, in fact he was quite concerned about the man's whereabouts.

"I don't know, he disappeared after the battle of the royal capital. Although there are no witnesses, it cannot be ruled out that he has left the royal capital. With his skills, he can come and go as he pleases, whether it is the walls or the wilderness. And at the end of the day, no one even now knows why he's here. Ciel, arranging the parchment spread out on the table, replied that the disappearance of the rain had already been noticed, but for the inhabitants of the royal capital, the departure of this powerful outsider was not a bad thing.

"Okay. Of course, the old man understood that the rain was not as simple as he seemed, and that the bard might well be the spokesperson of some terrible being, but now he was not in a position to say anything more. So Roland decided to ask the question he had heard on the street first, "When I came, I heard about the new bill..."

"Nezumi Hunt Act. The Witch in Red said the name, and all the people at the long table gathered their eyes when they heard it. Aemia didn't care, she picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the black tea in it, "Or its real name, the Inhuman Race Hunting Act." ”

"Hmph. The ghoul's representative snorted, seven points of disdain in his eyes, but the remaining three points were mixed with anger and fear. The Edwards, who were with whom they lived day and night, knew best how much power the humans could unleash, and if they did list ghouls as enemies who swore to the sky, it would undoubtedly cause great trouble.

"Oh, can you show me the details of the bill?" the magician frowned, and he reached out to take a roll of parchment from Ciel, the full copy of the bill that her people had gotten. Roland was a fast reader, reading the contents of the scroll in three or two minutes. But his brow furrowed more and more as he read deeper.

The bill feels quite radical, with a seditious spree between the lines. Despite the seemingly formulaic language, the Act begins by classifying the nezumi as non-human monsters, completely ignoring the fact that they were once humans. As its details unfolded, the document equated the victims of the plague with pests that endangered human existence, and the words negated the fact that they might have the possibility of thinking and communicating.

If this bill was written by ordinary people, then it would be fine, and now that the Pharmacists Association is suspended, the Greylion Kingdom really can't come up with a way to save the rat-people on the surface. However, as a king, he was by no means a tyrant, and after the exchange with the cheese, he would certainly not give the order to kill the nezumi so easily. Besides, even if the nezumi were to be wiped out of the entire territory, it should not be a bill with such a reward, but should be handed over to the army, which simply encouraged people to die.

This is true for the nezumi, and the second half of the document attributes the appearance of the nezumi to the witchcraft and unclean evil creatures in the territory, that is, the caster and the inhuman race. The reward for them in the bill is far higher than that of the rat people, and the huge amount of money written on the paper is enough to mobilize the entire village and even more people to participate in it, and it is foreseeable that once the bill is implemented, any alien who accidentally reveals his true nature in front of ordinary people will instantly become a street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

"Do they really think that a bunch of mortals with pitchforks can do anything to us?" said the man at the long table. Indeed, not counting witches, whether it is Dementors, ghouls, or even elves, they all possess physical abilities far beyond ordinary people and also have the specialties brought by the race. It would be foolish for ordinary people to be their enemies only by blood.

"They don't need to do anything to you. Of course, you will not be afraid of them, and that is what is really frightening about this bill. Roland exhaled a puff of smoke, "One side is ignorant and impulsive, the other side is fearless, and I can foresee a lot of bloodshed without really happening." If that's the case, it's just normal for a few people to die under this kind of friction, and once someone dies in this kind of crusade, hehe, hatred will be buried. ”

"Human beings are very simple, they can easily forget what is right and what is wrong and what causes them, and they only remember hatred. If things get to that point, then we don't need to stay in this country. The witch spoke, her words causing the old man to nod. Aemia is absolutely right, most of the aliens stay in the Greylion because this small and remote country basically ignores the attitude of aliens. If the Nezumi Act is implemented, then a large number of "witchers" will come into being, at least in the next few decades. At that time, not to mention the rat people, the other shadow dwellers mixed with human society will also be related all day long, afraid of being recognized.

"It's only the middle part, and if the hatred continues, then the whole country will be shrouded in suspicion, and everyone will wonder if their neighbor is a monster. There will be a large number of ordinary people who will be framed and killed, chaos will ensue, and there will be no rest until everything here is swept into the vortex. Roland said in a conclusive manner. He had seen more than one such example, where overzealous beliefs could lead to the collapse of society and the complete destruction of the existing order.

"And what can we do?" said the words of the witch and the magician, and a chill ran through the backs of those present. As the only two humans in the room, One-Eye was the first to ask, she had just suffered heavy losses in this turmoil, and she didn't want to see the future in their mouths.

Silence, Emia and Roland looked at each other, both smiling wryly. After a while, it was the old man who knocked on the cigarette ash on the table and spoke first, "There are no more than three solutions. First, you began to prepare for the evacuation while the impact of the Act was limited to the nezumi. Before the humans noticed, leave this kingdom as soon as possible. Of course, I believe that since you haven't abandoned this place in the face of the nezumi and the lich, it is estimated that no one will run away now. ”

"Second, by any means, threatened or controlled by magic, change the mind of the issuer of this bill, King Siggett Hearn, and get him to retract his orders. This is the easiest way to do it, as is the case in most countries that have avoided this fate in my knowledge. However, I can't say for sure, but I don't think it will be so easy this time. Siggett wasn't a dumb king, let alone a tyrant, he had been in contact with cheese, and he had been an adventurer himself, since he hadn't thought about dealing with aliens in all his years of governance, he wouldn't be now. So my inference is that someone has already taken control of this king. And since they didn't find out before they left, the power of this person or group should not be underestimated, and I am afraid that acting rashly will only speed up the speed of your exposure. ”

As for the third...... It depends on fate. The magician smiled wryly and shook his head. His third method is the same as he didn't say.

But Aimia apparently didn't think so, and the Witch in Red said, "You mean to put the chips on Cheese?"

Roland nodded, "That kid is just like his teacher, and he has a very stubborn temper. Since he was determined to protect the country, he would not let this happen. We just have to wait, wait for him to return from the north. Of course, before that, we also have to prepare, the more the better, the more comprehensive the better. ”

The sound of discussion sounded on the long table.