"...... Uproar"

"According to the Governor's decree, the use of any currency other than fra is now forbidden in the region of Amilia!"

On one street, a clerk selling medicines dropped a handful of silver and copper coins down the road, some of the coins that were scurrying around on the ground quieted down after a few rolls, while others rolled and disappeared.

Either rolled into the pockets of some children, or disappeared into the potholes of bricks.

According to the new governor's request, the province of Amilia was to be the concession of Gevre, and everything here had to be on par with Gevra itself, including the change of legal tender.

Of course, the Governor was lenient and did not directly decriminalize the currency used by the people of Amilia, but gave the people the opportunity to exchange it.

They can use any currency in their hands to exchange the currency "Fula" of Gevra at international exchange rates from the three major royal banks and some commercial banks.

In order to restrain people from completing the currency change as soon as possible, the Governor also promoted some methods, such as restricting the sale and purchase of certain goods, such as grain, salt, and important and commonly used medicines.

These items can only be purchased from specialized stores and must be traded in Gavra's official fiat currency, with no other currencies accepted.

People can not exchange it, but the result of not changing it is that they cannot buy anything, and these currencies will eventually be worthless in the province of Amilia.

At this time, the young man standing outside the door of the pharmacy looked at the coins on the ground, his face turned red, and it was even more difficult to hide the anger in his heart between his eyebrows.

With his clenched fists, rolling muscles and tense muscles, he seemed to punch out anytime and anywhere.

Perhaps his performance made people feel a little palpitating, and the clerk at the pharmacy was a little louder, "What, you violated the Governor's orders, and now you still want to beat me?"

His voice is very loud, but he is very empty in his bones, he is bluffing, he is actually scared.

In the six months since the change of sovereignty in the Anmelia region, various conflicts are still occurring, and although the outside world has a positive opinion of the governor, in the final analysis, these positive descriptions such as peace and goodwill are qualities that cannot be used as the foundation of rule.

As if thinking of the miserable process of some people being hung in the square and slowly dried, the young man's hands were released, and the patrol that was patrolling nearby also walked over.

"What's going on?", the patrol's men hadn't even shown up before their loud voices were there.

Originally, there were still some onlookers, but they suddenly hid far away.

There were two natives in the patrol, who wore military uniforms with white edges on a blue background, while the Gevras, who wore military uniforms with silver edges on a blue background.

Many people looked down on the locals who joined the Gavra Patrol and called them white-skinned dogs.

In fact, they originally called these people blue-skinned dogs, but this title brought the Gevras into it, and after some people were severely punished in various places, people subconsciously avoided disrespect for the Gevrites.

Under this pressure and domination, they seem to have found all their resentment on these traitors and lackeys who helped Gavra suppress their own people, but in reality it is not clear that many of these people have protected the natives.

It's like now, they are shouting from afar, and many people think they are fighting people, but in fact they just hope that the people who are making trouble can hear their voices, and run as soon as they can, and don't regret it when they are hung in the square to dry.

Their loud voices saved a lot of people, although they were burdened with infamy.

The young man wanted to go, and the patrol was a terrible thing for the young people, but he couldn't go, and his money was all spilled on the ground.

At this time, the white dog that had pushed through the crowd came in as soon as it seemed to figure out what was going on, and the leading white dog kicked the young man's leg in the crook of the leg, and the young man lost his center of gravity in the exclamation of the surrounding crowd of onlookers, and fell to the ground, he glared angrily at the local who aided in the abuse.

The white-skinned dog who kicked him down said loudly, "The Governor has been very kind enough to give you enough time to exchange coins, but there are still people who have not exchanged them, and you must thank the Governor for his kindness, and I will not blame you for this." ”

"Now, pick up those garbage-like things and roll them into real money, don't leave them here to be disgusting!"

The leading white-skinned dog vividly shows the image of a lackey, he is invincible in front of people, and he is arrogant, but as soon as he turns around and walks in front of the real Gavre soldiers, he nods his head and bends over, "I figured it out, and he is not a person who has changed money." ”

The flattering smile on his face and the nonchalant tone made everyone feel that what he did was such an inconspicuous little thing.

The eyes of hatred were focused on him, but he remained respectful and humble as if he didn't feel it.

The soldier of Gavra glanced at the young man who was picking up a coin on the ground, and then at the clerk at the pharmacy, "Is that so?"

This soldier of Gavra did not speak quickly, he was afraid that the locals would not understand, the lingua franca was essentially the same, but because of the language habits of each region, it was clear that everyone spoke the same language, even if they were separated by one or two hundred kilometers, it was possible to speak it completely different.

The soldier's speech was very slow, and it also put a lot of pressure on people, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on the clerk's forehead in an instant.

The clerk at the pharmacy regretted it a little, and if it weren't for the fact that the young man was so tired of pestering him, he wouldn't have thrown the coins out in one go.

If the local patrol or the officials at the town hall knew that he had disobeyed the Governor's orders and collected currency that had been deemed illegal, he would have been in a much worse fate than those who used them, or at least would have been stripped naked and hung in the square.

At this time, he nodded repeatedly, only thinking about letting this matter pass as soon as possible, "Yes, Captain......

Gavra's soldier looked again at the young man who was slowly picking up coins on the ground, and he finally turned his gaze to the local white-skinned dog who was on duty with him, but also looked down upon, "Read the Governor's order again!"

The white-skinned dog nodded goodbye to the Gevrella soldiers, and when he turned around and walked to the young man's side, he pinched his waist and straightened his chest, and became invincible, "The Governor said......

Soon, the patrol left, and the young man picked up almost all the money on the ground, but still a little less.

At this time, an old man walked up to him, took out two silver coins, put them in the young man's hand, and grabbed his hand, "Go and exchange them as soon as possible, these people can't be provoked, and they can't be provoked!"

The old people are not too afraid of the current situation, although some of the orders of the new governor are more severe, and the disposal methods are more terrible, such as drying people naturally into dried meat, but generally speaking, it is not too harsh.

The Governor's attitude towards ordinary people making mistakes is actually very gentle, just like this young man, there will be no punishment, only urging him to exchange it as soon as possible.

But for merchants who dare to accept illegal currency, the punishment is terrible, not only confiscation of property, but also caning.

The young man nodded, and ran quickly towards the nearest bank, and the street gradually returned to calm, leaving only some people to scold the white dogs.

At night, the day's work was over, and the white-skinned dog who was reprimanded by the people stood outside the door of the patrol post, nodding and handing a brand-new towel in his hand to the Gavfra soldiers who were constantly getting off work, and did not forget to say the last flattering words such as "A hard day of work, an adult".

When the last soldier left, the smile on his face gradually retracted, and after packing his things, he returned to his home.

A very spacious detached house, in which he had not been qualified to live before, which only rich people can do, but since he "took refuge" in Gavra, he has moved in.

When he returned home, he was greeted by two girls, two orphaned twins he had taken care of during the turmoil, and over the years, they had also come of age.

The pity in their eyes gave the white-skinned dog a little more relief, no matter what others thought of him, at least someone could understand what he was doing, and he did protect those compatriots.

According to the current order of the Governor, the uniform curfew has been lifted throughout the Anmelia region and will be carried out according to the standard of a stepped type.

For example, in civilian quarters, no one is allowed on the street after 8 p.m., otherwise they will be whipped.

But in more prosperous places, including some mid-to-high-end neighborhoods, the curfew was pushed back to 10 p.m.

As for where the Gevres live, there is no curfew.

The place where the young white-skinned dogs live is on the edge of the Gevra settlement, and in order to better rule the area, there must be some examples.

The young man had finished eating, bathed and changed his clothes, and was about to rest, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell made all three people in the house a little frightened, as was the case with Gavra's people not long ago, knocking on someone's room in the middle of the night and then shooting a group of "rioters" on the spot.

The twin girls stood in the hallway in their pajamas, shivering, and the young man who came out of the bedroom comforted them and walked towards the living room.

The young man of the white dog stabilized his mind and thought about whether he had revealed any flaws during this time, but he didn't think that he had shown any flaws.

After a while, he slowly opened the door, with a smile on his face that he had gradually become accustomed to, bent over, and asked softly, "Which adult has something to do for the villain, you just need to make a phone call......

Habitual humility and sycophancy, this is his best protective color, no one will ever think that he has anything to do with those resistance groups, people will only hate him, and some people even say that he has become a member of the must-kill list of some resistance groups.

The sound outside the door felt strange to him, and he had never heard it before.

"Won't you invite me in?"

It's not Gavra's accent, it's not a local accent, it's something like the accent spoken in some movies from the Baylor Federation.