"What, you said you didn't know where the punk-sama was."

In a white tent, Taran and Bilan stared at each other with wide eyes, Bilan was wondering why the girl who introduced herself to be an apprentice to punk was so out of shape, and Taran was stunned.

"I don't know where the punk is...... Where is Punk...... Over there...... ............"

Now Taran's mind is blank, and without the help of Punk, she can't think of a way to deal with the upcoming conspiracy.

"Well, what the hell is going on, what is going on............ The fire is blazing".

Seeing that the atmosphere cooled down in an instant, Dikido hurriedly stepped forward to play a round. But the stiff atmosphere did not ease in any way, and he still sat there dumbfounded, without saying a word, and let the confused Bilan look around, and a wordless embarrassment became more and more intense.

In the end, it was the old butler's mouth that broke the silence:

"Hey, I'll tell you nothing, here's how it goes............"

It turned out that in the last two days, there were many rumors in the refugee camp, basically that the nobles had private food, and would rather rot it than distribute it to the refugees to save their lives, forcing the refugees to ruin their families and even sell their sons and daughters, and recently the nobles were even more desperate and planned to starve everyone to death outside the city, so in order to save themselves, several "righteous people" were willing to stand up and protest on behalf of everyone, begging for food, once they begged for food, the refugees who went to support it could have their stomachs full.

There is a good reason for this, and now that the refugees are in a period of confusion and despair, they all think:

"When the time comes, it's just to watch the excitement, if it doesn't work, it's nothing, once you can eat enough, you will make a lot of money. ”

More than 20,000 refugees in the entire camp were moved.

It has to be said that these words should not be called slander at all about the behavior of the aristocracy, but can only be said to be a true revelation, and the last point of "distributing food as long as you show up to show solidarity" inspired the hungry refugees to get something for nothing, so they almost did not hesitate to express their willingness to participate in this protest.

The law does not blame the public, and even if the nobles are angry and angry, they will not fall on themselves.

That's what the refugees are thinking.

Unlike the refugees who have infinite optimistic illusions, Uttaran is also a powerful aristocrat, and she knows some even more amazing insiders.

I don't know who proposed this protest, but it was tacitly approved and even supported by all the nobles, for the nobles, the refugees were a bunch of kraft candy that could neither accept nor use knives, and now they were at the critical stage of attacking the church of Tishachar, so the nobles led by Hutt unanimously decided to drive out these refugees.

In the situation that the surrounding lords do not accept the refugees, the expulsion of the unorganized panicked refugees is undoubtedly to send the poor refugees to death, neither the church nor the righteous professionals will let it go, so the nobles urgently need a way to sever the relationship between the refugees and the city of Dolez, once the refugees have no status as a lord, the nobles do not need to continue to help the refugees.

What, you said that the refugees refused to leave without food, this is easy to do, just give them food, anyway, the food is going to go bad.

Ignorant refugees who have food think they can leave the territory of Dorez and start a new life in another territory, but when they find that the other territory refuses to accept refugees, the poor people have no food to come back.

Look, look, come and go, won't this piece of kraft candy be thrown off?

As for the reason, it is a good reason to gather a crowd to rebel against the nobles, you see, the refugees have rebelled, and we have been merciful not to pursue them, but to give them food and let them go, ah, I have been touched by our own kindness.

After learning the truth, the righteous Taran insisted on going to the punk to save the refugees, despite the old butler's various obstacles. In her words:

"That's a whole 20,000 lives, how can I watch them being played to death by the nobles!"

So Xiao Luo Taran set off with righteous indignation, but unfortunately, she couldn't find Punk at all, or even if she did, she would only be even more disappointed, because Punk would definitely answer coldly: "The life and death of refugees do not affect my interests, what does it matter to me"?

By now, Lutharan was already a little desperate, and she felt this feeling of being involuntary with her mantis arm in the body, a terrible feeling that no matter how hard she tried, she would inevitably be unable to help herself.

As a savior, whether it is the person who is saved or the person who is to be hit, it is a huge resistance, and tomorrow morning, when Mira rises (that is, after the punk group leaves), the protests will begin, and neither the nobles nor the refugees will stop because of any action by Taran!

This is the general trend of Dorez City, and it is not something that a small nobleman with no foundation in Uttaran can stop!

The night was silent as the sun set, except for the clatter of burning wood in the campfire outside the tent, and everyone in the tent was silent, and through the thin tent cloth, even a few refugees could be heard talking loudly about tomorrow's protest slogans.

In the narrow tent, Bi Lan's eyes were full of tears as she looked at Lutharan, trembling like an abandoned rabbit, and the feeling of sympathy immediately flooded, and she quickly and gently comforted her:

"Alas, there is no chance, or ...... Give up, you've done your best, we can't save everyone."

"No, you can't give up."

Just as Taran was holding back his tears and decided to nod his head in agreement, Dichido stood up, and said aloud with a flushed face:

"Even if we can't save everyone, but we have to save even one person, even if we can't do anything, we can't do nothing, at least we can't give up before we work hard, this belief is not only the justice of the world, but also our own justice"!

For some simple silly white sweets, Dichido's mouth has probably reached MAX.

At this time, Bilan and Luttaran both looked at the resolute Dikido blankly, and had to admit that they were typical simple and silly white sweets - they were convinced, both Biran and Lutharan were people who insisted on kindness, and Dikido's words sounded to them simply ............ Blood boil!

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In a gloomy basement, a group of "mystery men" in large gray-and-red robes fight together, and they are staring at a large "mystery man" standing in the middle, all of whom are pinned with a shiny spider badge.

These guys are sneakily draped in big robes, and they look like out-and-out villain parties, and in fact, what they are doing is really in line with such a scene and identity setting!

"Alright, my lord, everything is already arranged."

The mysterious people began to report "work" one by one!

It wasn't until all of your "mystery people" had said that some kind of plan was "foolproof" that the big mystery man in the middle said in a tone that couldn't hold back his madness and excitement:

"Great, great, finally able to serve our true God, who is about to destroy those three blasphemers who don't know how to live or die, and the city of Doraise is destined to be ruled by the true God.

Now, it's time for us to pave the way for the coming of the true God, even at the expense of ourselves, so that the heretics in the city of Dorez will be judged, hahahaha"!

The more the mystery leader spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he raised his hands and laughed.

"For the sake of the one true God, Tishachar"!

Under the leadership of the leader of the mysterious people, the mysterious people around him also shouted feverishly.

At this point, a bloody storm has finally been brewed!