The showdown that Celes and the villagers have negotiated is approaching. www.biquge.info Because the square was occupied by many patients, the conversation that would determine the nightingale's position had to be held in the village hall, and the influx of more than 100 people overwhelmed the entire house, and some people had to stay outside the building and peek inside through the gate.

In the side room, guarded by a few guards, Sirrise, who was accustomed to handling a lot of chores, seemed to be restless by the calm moment before the "war", and when she reached for the third time to touch Hawke's forehead, the already rebellious little bastard finally got angry.

"I'm so good!" Hawk yelled out of the way, but then he frowned and let out an "ouch". It was clear that Hawke had taken a wound on his back because he was too big of an avoidance.

"You'd better not move!" Silreis was a little annoyed, and she put her hand on Hawke's forehead, and poor Hawke closed his eyes tightly, and the expression was like swallowing the hottest pepper in the world.

Diredo and Ola, who were sitting on the side, couldn't help but shake their heads when they saw the "family affection" of the siblings. Neither of them has brothers or sisters, and they used to be a little envious of families with many children, but now they have no thoughts at all.

On the other side, Lirezi and Liadlin were leaning back in their chairs and closing their eyes, but although they were in the same state, their performance was far from the same. Lirizi, whose face was a little worse than the day before, could be said to be sitting upright except for supporting his forehead with his right hand, while Liadlin was spread out on the chair without any image, his head tilted almost flush with the ceiling, and there was a burst of snoring from his wide open mouth.

Ora noticed that Cross, who was standing next to Liriez, glared at Liadlin fiercely several times, and she guessed that Kroos might be resentful of Liadlin for arguing with Liriez's rest.

"Hmm...... Bird poop bomb!"

Suddenly, Liadlin screamed and sat up. All eyes were on him in the room, except for Rillez, who was still recuperating. Riadlin, who was woken up by her own dream words, looked up and saw everyone's surprised eyes, and couldn't help coughing lightly a few times.

"Well, I just dreamed of my glorious past in Mufa City!" Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the door of the side room was pushed open by the guards, and the whistle in the hall and the sound of the crowd chattering came in.

Seeing that the time was up, Silreth raised her head and took two deep breaths, and walked out first. Outside, several guards circled an open space the size of a round table for her, and as soon as she appeared, the whole hall fell silent.

"Yesterday I said I would explain everything today. Silreth said, looking at the crowd.

"But before I explain, I would like to share two of my own points. First, I don't agree with letting the peregrine falcons take control of the nightingale village......"

No sooner had Syreth made her first point than a whisper rang out from the crowd. She sighed, then threw out her two ideas.

"Second, I want you to give up planting the mushroom. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the hall suddenly exploded!

"Is this still you, Syrith?" someone shouted.

"If we don't have the Bloody Tooth Mushroom, what will we live on?"

"There are fewer and fewer prey in the forest, do you want us to rob for food?"

The crowd's gossip completely blocked what Silreth was going to say, and she tried to get things on several times, but was overshadowed by a few of the guys who took the lead in stirring up trouble. However, after a moment, the questioning of Silreth turned into doubts about the woman's ability to do things, and the situation became even more chaotic, and some of the people who supported Silreth quarreled with others with other motives.

Di Ledo, who was holding the door frame of the side room, couldn't help but frown when he saw Sirris's unbearable appearance.

"What should I do?" Diledo turned his head to look at Riadlin behind him, only to see Riadlin grooming his beard with a determined face.

"Oh, don't worry, that's going to be Dragolis. ”

As soon as Riadlin finished speaking, he heard someone in the middle of an argument bring out the story of Drogris helping the village through difficult times several times. He smiled treacherously, and suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "Then why did Drogris suddenly withdraw his support?"

After being reminded by the man, many people remembered that they had come to listen to Silris's explanation today. Then all eyes were on Silris, and at that moment a wicked laugh filled the hall.

Riadlin appeared in front of Silreth with something like a trumpet in his hand.

"How can there be a free lunch in the world?" Liadlin sneered, putting down his horn.

"Didn't you use your brains to listen to the point that the little girl just mentioned? ”

Liadrin, who no longer called himself me, nodded to Silris, and continued, "Zogris is going to collect the debts now, and he wants you to be his slaves forever and cursed!"

Hearing this explanation, the hall fell into a deathly silence at first, and then suddenly boiled so much that it almost lifted the roof.

"Liar!", "Who are you?", "What nonsense?"

Riadlin waited for the clamor to subside with a look of grace, and then he put the "trumpet" to his lips and shouted, "I know that the people in this room are divided into three factions, and I can't make up my mind, and I see how the little girl behind me thinks about everyone and wants to support her, and there is a handful of licking drogris and licking the addicted egg pie!"

The "trumpet" held in Riadlin's hand seemed to be a magic prop, and the sound coming from the horn was strangely amplified several times, as if ten people were shouting together, and the deliberately accentuated words "Egg Pie" were simply lingering, and a group of people in the audience who thought they were not very close to Drogris, as well as those who stood firmly beside Cyrith, suddenly burst into laughter. It is self-evident who the guys who didn't laugh were.

It may be difficult for everyone standing in the hall to tell which guys are the "egg pie", but the guards standing at the forefront, Sirres and Liadlin, can see it clearly. Liadlin tilted his neck back slightly, and then he whispered to Silreth behind him, "Little girl, now you know who your political enemies are, remember!"

After saying that, Liadlin raised the "trumpet" to her lips again without seeing any reaction from Sirres.

"You guys who support Zhuo Gris, since you say that I am talking nonsense to the little girl, then you dare to send someone on stage to confront me?"

Riadlin raised his arm and snapped through the crowd.

"You, you, you, you, you, who didn't laugh just now, I can see it clearly, don't tell me, you are a gang of people who only dare to shrink in the crowd and make a fuss!"

In the midst of the uproar from the audience, a few guys finally squeezed forward with blushing faces.

At the same time, Rirex, who had been sitting in the side room resting, opened his eyes.

"Ora!" Lirizzi greeted in a hoarse voice.

Cross, who was standing beside him, sensed that the wizard would rather suffer than let himself speak for himself, and his expression darkened.

"Protect Riadrin, someone will attack him in a moment. Lirezi said.