In the open space in front of the Temple of Light, southeast of Monli Town, a large group of people gathered, both locals and those from Weisha and Noga, most of whom were civilians who had migrated to the surrounding area of Monli in the past two years. They were noisy and noisy, and many of them had shovels, clubs, and other things that could be used as weapons.

The monks in the temple were sweating and carefully asked what they were doing here, only to come up with a surprising answer.

It turned out that a few days ago, there were rumors that the Van A'a intended to open the ban and allow foreign immigrants to enter and naturalize, so that these people could completely become Van A'a nationals and enjoy the same rights as the original citizens, but many monks in the central church and local temples did not agree with this measure, believing that this would destroy the peaceful life in the Van A'a for thousands of years, and for example, since the opening of the country and allowing foreigners to enter the country, the temples in the border areas have received reports of foreigners bullying the Van A'a people every day, and the number is increasing. The maximum number of cases was more than 30 a day. Because of the opposition of these monks, the originally arranged negotiations between the three countries were in vain.

This news was very displeased with the longing people of Noga and Wisha, and they left their hometowns and moved to Monri, just to find an opportunity to move into Van A, to enjoy a good life without being troubled by sand and drought, with low taxes and high welfare.

Someone in the crowd said, "Isn't the God of Light the most merciful?" We are Christians! Why are the monks of the Temple of Light so vicious and ruthless?! Do you have to drive us to death?! ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly surged, and everyone talked about their family's predicament. As he spoke, many people began to cry. At this time, a small man came out of nowhere and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, I just heard the news!" The monks demanded that the original blockade be restored, that only the nobles and the big merchants should be allowed to enter, and that all other commoners should not be allowed to enter the Van A, and even those who had found work in the Van A. ”

There was an uproar, and a timid man timidly asked, "Are you not allowed even believers to go in?" Isn't it okay to go to the shrine there? I also have relatives who live in Van Ahn. ”

Someone next to him interjected: "Surely even believers are not allowed to enter, and believers don't have the words I am a believer engraved on the door of their heads." Who knows if it's a true believer? You will not be allowed to enter unless you are a nobleman or a wealthy man. ”

"It's too much!" "They always say that there are people who bully the commoners, but they are all nobles and rich people." We, the common people, have never done anything like that before! It's not fair at all to allow those bad guys to go in if they really need to enter the land! ”

"That's right, that's right!" Everyone spoke out in agreement, but I don't know who shouted first: "Let's go and ask those monks together, why are we not allowed to enter Brahman?!" Why be so ruthless to us poor believers?! If they can't give us a satisfactory answer, let them see our anger! ”

The crowd responded, some wielding shovels and sticks and other things. Seeing this, others also went home to get it, or went to a nearby acquaintance to borrow it. A few of the people who were a little more sober questioned: "Wouldn't this be a bad thing?" If something happens, they are even less likely to say yes. ”

The others listened to them. There was also some hesitation. At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "We're not going to hit people. Just scare them. Let them just listen to the voices of the people. What's so bad? They are monks. You can't ignore the voice of the believers, right? ”

Everyone spoke out in agreement. What else did the questioners want to say. But suddenly someone pulled him from behind. Disappeared into the noisy crowd. That's how people carry tools that can be used as weapons. Gather around the temple. Ask the monks to come out and talk to them.

And the monks stationed in the temple saw this. Hurriedly and tremblingly entered the temple to report. At this time, in the temple of the earth god. But it wasn't just senior monks from the Central Church of Van A. There were also representatives from Noga and Wisha.

The so-called news of the suspension of immigration negotiations. It's just rumors. Genuine negotiations are still ongoing. Even a preliminary agreement has already been reached.

There were landers in the Van A-delegates who objected. But more often than not, there is a disagreement. After all, the new Central Curia is a member of the Holy See. They are all relatively young and open-minded. Hopefully, it will bring a new breath of wind to this old, traditional, but overly conservative country. There are few people in the vast land. The folk customs are lazy and lazy. In order to maintain national strength. More labour needs to be introduced. However. Weapons in hand gathered in front of the Monri Temple, but the people made the aspiring monks doubt their decision.

The representatives of Wisa and Noga looked at each other. I didn't expect this to happen. Nuojia said something in a trembling voice on behalf of a retinue beside him. The others didn't hear it. His boss shouted, "Speak louder!" What are those people going to do?! ”

The attendant said, "I heard that they heard that the agreement limited the number of people who could enter the country, and they were worried that only believers would be allowed to enter the country, so they gathered outside the temple to force the representatives of the Van Adi to agree not to limit the number of people and their status at the place of entry." ”

"It's a mob! Mobocracy! One of the oldest monks in the Van Ah delegate shook his beard and said excitedly, "Before an agreement was reached, they forcibly coerced like this, if we really give in, once these mobs are allowed to enter Van Ah, what will happen to our people?!" What will become of our country?! ”

"Please don't get excited." The representative of Weisha hurriedly reassured, "There must be some misunderstanding here, those people can't be so bold, as long as they explain things clearly..."

"Where is there any misunderstanding?!" One of the Brahman-A'a delegates said, "I have long said that a person who has not been taught by the teachings of the God of Light for many years should not be allowed to set foot in the country!" Our citizens are so kind and simple, how can they be hurt by these mobs?! ”

There are also other Vatican representatives who are dissatisfied with the other two countries: "This negotiation should be held in secret, how can ordinary people know the news? You shouldn't leak it out. ”

The representatives of the two countries complained in their hearts, they didn't leak the news at all, how did those civilians know that the representatives of Van Ah were here?

There are countless torches outside the temple. The southeast corner of the town is illuminated as if it were daytime. More and more people gathered in front of the temple, and some people were just watching the excitement, but after hearing the words of the people gathered there, they all felt that the temple was too impersonal, and even if they refused to immigrate, why should foreign civilians be completely banned from entering? Isn't that stricter than before the opening of the country? So I joined the crowd too.

No one appeared at the temple for a long time, and someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted: "They won't listen to our cry and won't give us an explanation, so we rushed in and asked for clarification!" ”

The crowd shouted in response. Just as he was about to rush through the gate of the temple, a shout suddenly came from behind: "Stop! People looked back and saw an old man in a gray and blue robe, with a wrinkled face. The whitebeard was more than two feet long, and walked slowly on crutches, looking at least a hundred years old. He walked to the front of the temple in a crowd, glared at everyone with a fierce gaze, and asked with a full heart, "What are you doing here?" Want to riot? Some people were shocked to realize that their actions were inappropriate, and they bowed their heads in shame.

Someone in the crowd asked unconvinced: "Who are you?!" Why bother us?! "As soon as I finished speaking. There were many people who glared at him angrily and startled him.

The old man said calmly: "I'm just an ordinary person, but because I've lived a long time, I still have some prestige in this town. He glanced around lightly: "I understand that you have been looking forward to a good life for a long time, but the matter has not yet been decided, how can you be impulsive?" All the news was rumor, and the Temple of Light never announced that foreigners would not be allowed to enter the country. Why do you believe it? If you do rush into the temple and injure the guests of the Van'a, what could have been done will be difficult. As he spoke, he tapped the ground with his cane.

The Monli locals in the crowd were quite convinced of the old man, and one of them respectfully asked, "Grandpa Lansam, what do you say you should do?" Everyone wants to live in a better place. Now life in Monri is getting worse and harder. Last year, I almost couldn't buy food for the winter, but if it was in Fan'a, at least I wouldn't be afraid of starvation. ”

"Go home and wait quietly for the outcome of the negotiations." "It is still very likely that things will work out, believe in our representatives, and believe in the kingdom of the gods we believe in, you want to go to Van A, and Van Aa needs you as well." ”

Some of the Monglis put down their tools and followed the old man's instructions to leave. Others were hesitant to go. Although they were unwilling to come from other places, some people listened to the old man's words. I also felt that I was too impulsive. At this moment the Monk of the Temple came out—he had been in the Monri for nearly ten years—and said to the people, "Grandpa Lansam is right, the negotiations are not yet over, and I believe that a satisfactory result will be reached soon. Let's all go home, please don't gather here. May the God of Light bless you all. ”

People were skeptical and slowly dispersed, while others insisted on staying and waiting for the results. The monk in charge of the hall hurriedly sent a dozen monks to greet those people, and he himself respectfully walked up to the old man Lansam to speak. A turmoil is considered to have subsided temporarily.

On the corner of the street a hundred meters away, Frido looked at the scattered crowd and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally settled, what are the leaders of those gangs doing?!" Didn't you notice that so many civilians were making trouble?! ”

Minter patted him lightly on the shoulder: "I can't blame them completely for this incident, this time it is not the gangsters, but ordinary civilians, it is normal for them not to notice for a while, but..." he thought thoughtfully, "This incident seems to be a little strange, how do I think a few civilians are deliberately provoking?" "Some of them were quite familiar, people he had only met today.

Frido bowed his head slightly: "I'll find out about this matter, leave it to me." Minji nodded and asked, "What kind of character is that old man?" Where did you get that? ”

"Grandpa Lansam, he's the longest-lived man in town." Frido smiled, "His prestige is very high, and I heard that he saved several sand thieves when he was young, so all the gangsters respect him very much." But he's very low-key and usually doesn't care about things. When the underground duke was still on the ground, he wanted to invite him out of the mountain, but he refused. Fridodi's expression was a little gloomy: "At that time, the duke also asked, are you afraid that you will be forgotten if you are silent for too long?" Grandpa Lansom just smiled and didn't answer anything. As a result, he is still so respected by the Monlis, and the underground duke... Who else remembers him? ”

Minter patted Frido on the back: "Don't think too much, the future is more important." I'm leaving, you be careful. Frido straightened his hat and whispered, "You should be careful, don't lose your life." ”

Mint smiled, and when he returned to "Fridorf", the squad leader was completely drunk in the arms of the waitress. He asked the clerk for a wet towel, soaked some frost with magic, and covered the face of the team leader, and the other party immediately sobered up: "What are you doing?!" ”

"It's not too early, let's hurry up." Minter pointed to the clock in the store, where the hands showed that it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening. The squad leader hurriedly wiped his face, hurriedly packed his belongings, pinched the waitress's face again, and rode back to the entertainment oasis with Minter.

Before arriving at the entertainment oasis, Minter saw the lights in the oasis from afar, and faintly heard the sound of music and noise, and felt a little strange, wasn't there no guests? Why are the circus tents so lively, similar to the festival? Is it because of those mysterious VIPs from Noga?

(These days...) Because there is a need to accumulate manuscripts for the annual meeting, so... In order to keep changing, maybe the number of words should be reduced... Sorry m >