Yesterday, my brother and I came back from the army to visit relatives and have a meal together. In fact, the so-called eating a meal often refers to a drink, just to explain it to his wife and family. A meal of wine was drunk until midnight, and it was dark. There are only two things in my mind about the memories of last night. The first thing is to laugh non-stop, full of nostalgia. The second thing is to drink, to drink with others, to drink with oneself.

So at half past one, I finally reluctantly got home and lay in bed for a nightbreak.

I'm sorry for that.

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The large, brightly lit room was deserted, and Gutling sat on the master's seat at the top, squinting his eyes and exuding a faint chill from his body. The five fingers of his left hand tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, glancing at Odero, who sat at the bottom.

A woman in her thirties who still had charm was by his side, looking at her man and brother with a worried face, not knowing how to speak. This is a dilemma, on the one hand, your lover will accompany you for the rest of your life until the end of your life. One side is his brother, flesh and blood, as close as one person, and the constant family affection connects each other.

Odero's face was not good-looking, his face was elongated, and his heart was extremely irritable.

Since Gutling issued the expulsion order, there has been no satisfactory outcome. These people who were bewitched by the Holy Light Church didn't seem to care about the bargaining chips he gave, let alone come to Zhao'an, and they didn't even appear a single hair.

Gutling really didn't understand these people, and in his opinion, the ultimate goal of joining the Church of Light was nothing more than money, power, and power. What other power can make people die? Those mud dogs are nothing more than dissatisfied with their own lives, which makes them embark on a different path. He only needs to give a broad road, and naturally someone will walk up it.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

He felt like a fool who couldn't figure out the situation, especially when even Odro didn't want to reveal more, and that shame turned into anger.

"What kind of ecstasy soup did they pour on you, and they actually put aside all the family affection and ignore it?am I still your relative?", Gutling clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed it on the table. "You kid have to figure out which one of the status and career you have today that I didn't give you? Do you think those businessmen really fancy your ability? Isn't it because of my face that they are willing to take you to make a fortune?"

Before the woman married Gutlin, she was just an ordinary family, running a leather shop and helping people make clothes and shoes. There is more than enough to be lower than the top, but in front of the real powerful, they are no different from those who ask for food outside, and they can only be summed up by the word poor. But after the marriage, it was different, and the leather shop continued to expand, from the earliest personal operation to monopoly sales, and the leather goods of the whole city of Roma became Odero's own land.

The biggest part is still from the official order, the cost of a leather armor is only thirty or fifty silver coins, but it can be sold for ten gold coins. There is a large order every year, coupled with a monopoly on the supply of leather in the city of Roma, so that Odero's capital rolls up every year.

He didn't even have to do anything, naturally someone arranged everything, all he needed to do was count how much money he had made, and that's it.

In the face of Gutlin's questioning, Odro pursed his lips and did not say a word, responding with silence.

He was not brainwashed by Agar, and the spiritual world of the powerful is often richer and more satisfying than that of the poor, and it is difficult to fall into it. His involvement in this matter is more of a vision and speculation. Just like the Ten Virtuous Leaders, they don't necessarily think that God the Father is really omnipotent, nor do they necessarily think that believing in the Church of Light can ultimately be what it will be, but the larger purpose is actually an investment.

Investing means risk and reward, and they succeed and the investment brings good profits. Money can only satisfy their material needs, but power is what they really yearn for.

Odro is faced with a dilemma.

So he chose silence.

"You forced me. Gutling let out a long sigh, he turned his head to look at his chosen wife, and said, "I will have him locked up, but I will not dispose of him." You can rest assured, how can we say that we are also a family, I am not as cold-blooded and ruthless as him. ”

The woman squeezed Gutlin's hand, her face pale, and she didn't say a word.

There is a big news in the city of Rûm, Odro is being tortured by the consul because he refuses to give a list of those involved because of his closeness to the Church of the Light. The news spread through the city like a gust of wind in an instant, and almost everyone was discussing it.

Some people don't believe that no matter how ruthless the consul is, he can really be so ruthless that he can't clean up his brother-in-law? This must be a sham, and there must be a deeper conspiracy.

Some people believed it, after all, Gutling always criticized Odero, thinking that he was an unmotivated bastard who lost his family.

But there are others who are full of anger and worry.

Among them, it is led by the cry of Röma City, Austin.

"This damn bureaucrat, ignoring the will of the people, actually imprisoned such a respectable person as Odro. He is not only a good man, but also our brother and family. This matter can't be left as it is, Gutling has gone mad, we must overthrow his rule!", Austin waved his fist, and quite a few people sat around him.

Some people are worried, "Our current strength is not enough to resist the defense system of Roma City, now there are three god fighters in the city, we are just ordinary people, how can we beat them?"

"Pastor Agar said that the Knights of the Cathar would be dispatched if necessary. ”

"What about the guards in the city? And the city guards?"

"Do you really think they're going to raise a butcher's knife against us?"

There was silence, no one spoke, the guard regiment and the city defense army were a big mountain across their heads. At the end of the day, they are just ordinary people who don't have the power to overthrow the rule.

But they have another kind of power - faith!

Faith is blind, stupid, ridiculous!

But faith is even more worthy of respect and sighing!

Since ancient times, in countless worlds, faith has set off round after round of great waves, shattering everything that is old. Sometimes this power is small, sometimes it is grand, but at any time, this faith will not be extinguished.

Outside the city, Agar didn't expect that Gutling would actually do it directly to his brother-in-law, and the believers in the city found him, hoping that he could get the Knights Cathar to help them overturn the archon's blockade, Agar hesitated for a moment, and then wrote a letter to the city of Lookout.

Everything was as calm as before, and there seemed to be no clue to it, and Guttling continued to mock the hypocritical hypocrisy of the Holy Light Church, hoping that Odro would provide a list. Odro was silent, as if he were a mute.

It wasn't until a week later that things changed.