"We've met by chance on previous missions, and I call them the 'Knights' group, because each of them is codenamed Knight", Stilwell slapped a punch in his left palm, "I happened to hear the names between them that night when we were exchanging information with their leaders, Radiant Knight, Holy Knight, and the others should be similar. They're in charge of the area to the north of us, and there's the exhibition hall over there, and you know the story of Sir Wensley? ”

Tarrant nodded slightly, "The demon is locked up in the island prison", he didn't continue, the ugly thing should be erased from everyone's memory, "The security in this city is not bad, right? ”

"It's not just 'good,' it's a haven of peace, it's too easy," Stilwell seems to be dissatisfied, "but I'm more eager for a chance to fight." ”

Tarrant stepped on the gravel on the ground, "The inhabitants here are significantly different from other boroughs, they are more literate. Steeped in history, Hongdu District was one of the first areas to be built in Siant, where the Royal Palace and the Executive Hall were once located. Later, due to population expansion, the White Mist District and the Administrative District were established one after another, the Imperial Palace was moved to the Chidalo District, and only financially strapped craftsmen were left in the Hongdu District, and then many people lost their jobs in the Magic Festival, and the Great Riot was because of this. ”

Stilwell let out a questioning "oh", obviously not knowing much about this history, "Does the riot mean the one that took place in the White Mist Zone?"

"Yes, at that time, the White Mist District was home to wealthy merchants and nobles, who controlled most of the empire's wealth and didn't care about the lives of others, while the people in the Hongdu District continued to lose their livelihoods, and conflicts were inevitable. The low-level laborers poured into the White Mist Zone, demanding some subsistence food from the rich, and when they refused, they launched a riot, destroying every facility in the White Mist Zone, priing off fences, smashing walls, rushing into private houses and looting property, the gardens were burned with gorgeous cloth, only cries were left in their ears, black smoke covered the entire sky, and the blood of soldiers and civilians stained the delicate stone roads of the White Mist Zone. In order to quell the riot as soon as possible and reduce the damage, the Ministry of Civil Affairs negotiated a permanent job to provide jobs to everyone who was willing to work. ”

"So Hongdu is now a quiet, harmonious and prestigious area. ”

"Yes, the status comes from that struggle, from every life lost in the struggle, but unfortunately not everyone cherishes the rights and interests obtained by the struggle, and those who do not want to work gradually lose the right to live in Hongdu District, and slowly move to the corner of Siante and gather into a slum. ”

"I've heard there's a lot of work there," Stilwell said, shaking his arm, "the vigilantes are too busy." ”

"People who don't want to work need to survive", Tarrant looked at the mouth of the sewer above the ground, from where he and Katrina once crawled out to hunt down the Feathered Angel. At that time, Catrina was very dependent on him, they had experienced grasslands, forests, underground temples, and islands, and shouldn't the two of them be closer when they ventured together?

Stilwell touched Tarrant's shoulder and tapped his chin forward, and there was a crowd of people in the small square in front of him, a preacher-like man standing on a high spot, waving his hands and shouting something.

"Which temple is it?" asked Tarrant.

"No, he's not a priest of the temple, he's a madman," Stilwell said, walking over the place.

The preacher shouted to the crowd: "We are the creators of wealth, these roads, these houses, the clothes they wear, the food they eat, these belong to us!"

Stilwell looked around, "When the vigilantes aren't around, this madman will come out and spread some weird theories. ”

"Why should we continue to serve them?!What can they do but enjoy our labor?!" the madman's audience members were numb, and the two halfling children laughed as if they were watching a performance.

Tarrant stopped outside the crowd, "Who is he accusing?"

"Aristocrats, wealthy merchants, royalty, anyone higher than him, he hated society", Stilwell explained.

A man in a coarse cloth raised his hand, "Excuse me." ”

The preacher looked at him, "Say, sir, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask." ”

"They've paid us, shouldn't we provide labor?"

"Very good, very good!" clapped his hands vigorously, "he asked very well, the reward, have you ever wondered, whether the pitiful reward they pay is worth our effort, where does their wealth come from? Their wealth is what we deserve! And what we get is only a small part of it! Just for us to live! so that they can cheat them out of more wealth!"

"Catch that madman!" shouted a vigilante in the distance, and the patrol was coming.

The preacher jumped off the flower bed, "Look at our security forces, they are supposed to protect us, each and every one of us, but now they have become the minions of the liars, the country is sick!"

"Catch him!" the patrol leader pointed at the preacher from afar, and the soldiers behind him came from both sides, and the preacher ran through the crowd to the other side.

The farce was over, but the crowd did not disperse, they stared in the direction of the preacher's escape, as if they wanted to see him captured, otherwise the farce would lose its climax.

"Hasn't he been caught?" Tarrant asked.

"Of course, he was caught, and the security forces would lock him up for two weeks, starving him to the point that he couldn't speak normally, but he had already taken gibberish as 'faith', and as soon as he regained consciousness, he would run out and continue. ”

Tarrant asked, "Do you know him?"

"I know the people here, including him. I also gave him a loaf of bread so that he would not starve to death in a corner, and after he had eaten the bread he began to proclaim his faith. ”

"Faith...... So, how many of them are there? What is the name of the faith? Who is guiding him, who is giving him strength. ”

"Haha, so far, I've only seen him, his beliefs are different from yours", Stilwell said, "You believe in God, he believes in people, he thinks that all people have great potential, that all life is created equal, that there should be no distinction between high and low society, that there should be no distinction between gods and mortals in the world, and his belief is called 'egalitarianism'." ”

The noun is unfamiliar, but where have you heard the content, is it Justin?Tarrant continued: "How does he plan to achieve his 'egalitarianism'?"

"Simply put, destroy privilege and abandon divine power. ”

Tarrant turned his head to look at Stilwell, "What do you think?"

"A madman. Whether it is gods or legendary heroes, they are destined to achieve different deeds, others can only look up, and it is obvious that life is different", Stilwell turned the corner at the intersection, "and from here back to the blacksmith shop, our area is here." ”

Tarrant did not express an opinion on this assertion, that all lives should be equal, but...... Tarrant wasn't qualified to say that, he couldn't face the abandoned halflings in the Psikuck's lair. As a paladin, justice does not follow through to action from the heart.

A scantily clad woman reached out and put her hand on the paladin who walked past her, "Hey, knight, do you want some service?"

From the scent emanating from that body, Tarrant could tell her occupation, and it was still daytime.

Stilwell continued walking, "Slowly get used to it, maybe this place is not the same as the Hongdu District you remember." ”

It was already noon when the two of them walked back to the blacksmith's shop, and the dwarf saw that they immediately stopped what they were doing, "I thought you were going to Iberon. ”

Stilwell grinned, "I did, I just did a big thing, and our legend will be here in two days." ”

"Alright, well, put away your story", the dwarf dropped the hammer, "Thea gave the first assignment for Sir. ”

Tarrant straightened, "Willing to help." ”

"Follow me," the dwarf walked into the room, "this may be a difficult task for Sir to complete, and you will need to complete it independently, so you can think of it as a test of strength." ”