"Well, do those mobs have a lot of oil and water?"

The pot-bellied Zweig Koala sat in an expensive cowhide chair, gently shaking the ice cubes in his glass of red wine, and with the other hand he put his arm firmly around a maid who was already out of breath, and asked the butler with the cheeks of a sharp-beaked monkey on his head.

"Your Excellency is really as wise as a torch, you can see at a glance the cunning of those untouchables, you can't hide anything, those refugees really have a lot of oil and water in their hands, and now for the sake of bread, they have finally handed it over."

Hearing the butler's compliment, Zweig laughed happily, and the chairs under his butt creaked.

"Old Kora, listen well, those poor people look poor one by one, but all of them are the same as Ququ Mai, as long as you squeeze them with your heart, you can always squeeze out oil and water, hahaha"!

"The old man is really wise, but the old man will never say such philosophical words."

Seeing that his master was in a good mood, the housekeeper of the chicken thief rushed to express a sycophant, and all kinds of praises poured out.

"But we still have so much hoarded food in our warehouse, and those poor people have no money, what can we do next?"

Thinking of the grain piled up in the warehouse, Rao is cunning steward is also a little tufted, these excessive grains are the products of last year's bumper harvest, but the nobles do not hide the existence of this grain in order to drive up the price, and now there is another outbreak of such a plague that has caused the city of Doraiz to be disconnected from other territories.

Seeing that 500,000 khaki (weight unit, about half a catty) were about to rot at the warehouse level, and there was nowhere to sell them except for the Minohorn Chamber of Commerce to buy some, the nobles began to put pressure on the commercial agent Zweig, asking him to give everyone an explanation.

Zweig also stopped smiling and put down the red wine in his hand, these grains are the common property of nearly half of the nobles in Dorez City, in order to obtain profits, Zweig paid a lot of money to recommend his family as an agent to sell grain, but because of the current situation, the grain has nowhere to sell, which makes it difficult for Zweig, who is under pressure! Once those nobles decide to take back the grain and go it alone, won't the Koala family have nothing to lose?

"Well, since those poor ghosts don't have money to buy food, don't they have wives and sons, wouldn't it be nice to let them exchange these "possessions" for food"!

Zweig's eyes were measured, and he suddenly thought of such a vicious method, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible, that is, he could reduce the number of those "burdens", and he could also obtain some slaves, and he could also gain the favor of other nobles, which could be said to kill multiple birds with one stone.

"But, sir, there is no need for so many slaves in the city now, and no other territory will accept any creatures from the city of Doraise?"

Old Carat spread his hands and pointed out the problem to Zweig helplessly and unwillingly.

"It's really a nuisance............

Zweig pondered a solution as he poured all the wine from his glass in one gulp.

At this time, he immediately thought of a "business partner" that he had worked with and was now afraid to avoid, and after careful consideration by Zweig, who was blinded by greed, he still said greedily:

"Don't worry, I'm a benevolent nobleman, and those 'lucky' untouchables will have a good home."

Twee finally seemed to have made up his mind, exhaled heavily, and then resumed the cruel grin that had succeeded in his plot, grinning his big jagged teeth and recalling with a strange smile.

Zweig, whose thoughts had already flown to that ulterior path, did not hear the screams of pain from the handmaiden beside him being kneaded by the powerful palms, nor did he see the faint glimmer of joy that flashed in old Kora's eyes.

—————— Dividing Line————————

Unlike the nobles who were complacent and happy after harvesting the last vestige of the poor, Cascay now only felt that his own world was so dark and dirty, cold and unforgiving.

After arranging the camp for the refugees, Cascay hurried to the castle to meet Gorat, and until the moment before he entered the castle, he imagined that his lord would be merciful for the people and withdraw the order prohibiting the refugees from entering the city.

But his lord was making out with his concubines and refused to summon Cascas.

Frustrated, the chief knight turned to the church for help from the gods he had always believed in, hoping that the church of the knight god Heyronis would come to the aid of the starving poor outside the city, and at least persuade the nobles to give some food and medicine for free.

However, the priest of the Heyronis Church clearly told Cascaser that Heyronis was a good and orderly god, so as believers, they could send priests and apprentices to help refugees, but they did not have the right to interfere with the "legitimate" wishes of the nobles.

After reluctantly thanking the priest of the Heyronis Church, Casscay took a different approach, leading his cronies to call on the commoners of Dorez City to donate supplies overnight, and calling on every influential merchant and nobleman to petition the lord.

But the passionate Cascassy was disappointed once more, and many of the people of Dorez, who had been bewitched by the nobility, had completely forgotten the knight's deeds, and had forgotten that the refugees had been their close compatriots a week before, and they were angry at Cascass, resenting him for saving the disaster "back" to the city.

And the few good people have no choice but to pray.

Until this moment, almost all the people hiding behind the walls of Doraise were still convinced that when the plague-stricken "garbage" died, they would not only be able to come out unscathed, but even receive the property of the dead, and they had not thought about the suffering and despair of the refugees.

Seeing such a scene, Cascasy was finally disappointed, and he also understood why those nobles who had been working against him did not exert any obstacles this time.

Because they know that their actions are destined to be described in only four words from beginning to end - in vain!

"I guess in the eyes of those guys, I'm just an idiot's clown"!

Casser gloomily found a hotel that was still thriving, and for the first time, the knight chief, who usually didn't drink alcohol, bought a large case of high-strength ale in one go, and he poured a big gulp of beer to prevent the operation of the fighting spirit and let the alcohol numb his brain............ And that heart full of guilt for the refugees outside the city.

"Why, why is this happening, isn't it not only those nobles, but even those ordinary people are devils crawling out of hell"?

The drunken Casskasy lay on the table like a child and wept bitterly, big tears falling on the golden armor, and his mind was filled with the mournful cries of the refugees as they were separated, the adoring eyes of the hungry children, and the expectant looks of the boys and girls as they went to fight for relief.

"Sure enough, I'm just a waste knight, doomed to nothing in this demon-infested world!"

Casskasy muttered to himself in a gloomy manner at his own distorted reflection in the bottle, his reflected face blurred and distorted, dimly blurred by the flickering of the candle flame.

"No, no, no, young man, you're too extreme"!

Just when Caskasy was almost completely desperate, a white palm gently patted his shoulder, and a gentle fighting spirit instantly dispelled the drunkenness in Cascasy's body, and the kindness full of care and warmth flowed through his heart as if it had turned into substance, and this sincere kindness was exactly what Caskasy was looking forward to............ The warmth of a long absence.

"Introduce myself, a handsome ranger who takes "redemption" as his mission - Kangkai Nino"