"We're here."

Jace suddenly spoke, interrupting the thoughts of the two behind him.

Hearing this, Jiang Ningyuan and Liu Yong looked up, and then saw each other taking them to a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere.

And as Jace went up and knocked on the door a few times, a small head poked out from behind the door, and when he saw a familiar face, he led the three of them into the small courtyard.

It's just a small and ordinary courtyard, and when you walk through the door, you can see an empty courtyard full of old and dilapidated objects.

On the contrary, in this environment, Jiang Ningyuan and the three of them saw children who were basically not seen on the street on weekdays.

There were twelve children in total, the oldest was only twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest was only seven or eight years old, and they sat all over the yard boredly, trying not to move their bodies, as if only in this way could they reduce their physical consumption and eat less every day.

Although there is no shortage of food now, the habit of maintaining it for a long time still makes these children subconsciously do it.

Seeing this, Jiang Ningyuan's nose was sour, he was not a sentimental person, but after seeing more than a dozen children with yellow faces and thin muscles, and even seemed to be able to be blown by a gust of wind, he couldn't help but feel a burst of sourness and anger in his heart.

The former is sympathy for these children, and the latter is the killing intent of that group of nobles.

An old gentleman came out of the room tremblingly, holding on to the doorframe and pillar in his hand, and holding a branch in his other hand.

The old gentleman was skinny and skinny, and his figure, which should have been tall, was almost shrunk into a ball at this time, and he slowly walked down a few stairs with the support of the two older children.

"Master Dawn!"

Jace snorted softly and hurriedly stepped forward to the old man.

And his voice is not that the other party is a nobleman, or a businessman with a prominent family, etc., but out of respect for him.

It was this old man, after he was not accustomed to the practices of the nobles, that he resolutely gave up his status as the heir of the duke and came to the slums to teach children literacy and learning.

Not only did he single-handedly bring out people like Ryan, the leader of the resistance, but even five of the eight knights had studied together in his small courtyard.

This includes the strongest knight, Redsey!

And in materiel

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When the shortage became more and more scarce, this old man always adopted uncared for children, even if he fainted from hunger several times, he had to save a bite of food for these children to eat.

By the way, the duke who fell more than half a month ago and ruled Dongcheng District was a cousin of this old man, and he was actually the one who should have inherited the duke's title.

Once Ryan asked the old man why he didn't choose to inherit the duke title and use the authority of the nobility, even if he couldn't change the entire city, at least he could make the people of Dongcheng District live better.

But the old man replied that if he inherited the title, and then used the title to do so, it would only attract the anger of the other nobles, who would join forces to kill him and oppress the people here even more frantically.

He once said to Ryan, and to many people, that even the power of the Duke cannot change the world, and only these miserable people can subvert everything.

In the past, no one understood the meaning of this sentence, until the rise of Lane, until the appearance of the eight knights, until the birth of the rebel organization, finally someone gradually understood the meaning of the old man.

"Master Daun, this time the leader asked me to come, take our most honored guest, and ask you about some things."

Jace helped the old man to sit down, and then he crouched to the side, gently explaining his intentions.

Hearing this, the old man was not surprised at all, but looked at the two people standing on the side with cloudy eyes.

Seeing each other's eyes, Jiang Ningyuan and Liu Yong also hurriedly made a salute, and used the way of this world.

"If there's anything you want to ask, just say it."

The old man smiled and spoke, he understood that at his age, the only value left was to be able to take care of a few children and those memories in his head.

As the heir to a noble duke, he has been taught a lot of knowledge since he was a child, and he has been exposed to many nobles' secrets.

"We want to know something, something related to the nobility, anything."

Jiang Ningyuan said softly and told the old man his intention.

Because of the lack of clues in their hands, they can't clarify a certain direction, so they can only listen patiently to everything they can hear as much as possible, and find what they need.

After all, they don't know whether the key to the task will appear in some inconspicuous small piece

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things above.

Hearing this, the old man's face showed a look of embarrassment, it was not that he didn't want to tell what he knew, about the secret things of the nobles, but his body was weak now, and I was afraid it would be difficult to finish all the things he knew.

After all, those are the stories of the nobles, accumulated over hundreds of years.

"I'm not in good health, I'm afraid I can't say so many things."

He said euphemistically.

Jiang Ningyuan was stunned, and immediately understood what the other party meant, and hurriedly said sorry, he was too concerned about the clues of the task before, which led to ignoring the other party's physical condition.

So after some muttering, he said: "Just talk about some things about the demon gods, and about why the nobles collected taxes two hundred years ago, can you see it?" ”

The old man nodded, and after taking a sip of the water cup brought by a child, he slowly started a story for a few people.

The story begins with a god born from flames, sitting on a throne in the crater of a volcano with a glimpse of the people working to survive on the endless land.

Suddenly, one day, a war broke out between the gods, and countless gods stepped down from their thrones, led their people, and swung their swords at the other gods.

A famous god fell, and the entire sky was stained with a layer of haze, and countless blood rains fell for decades, and the endless land was full of blood red.

In this war, the flame god stepped into one of the strongest positions, and he did not lead any of his people to fight, but single-handedly guarded the Pure Land behind him.

When this god became one of the strongest gods, he was also called the demon god by other gods and people.

Just because he is in a state of battle, he is both a god and a demon.

And in the later stage of the War of the Gods, the Flame Demon God, who had been protecting his people, finally chose to withdraw from the gladiatorial fight because of the serious injuries on his body, and led his people to a distant place.

Along the way, many gods wanted to kill him, but the people who had been sheltered by him stood up one after another, even if they were enemies of the gods, to protect their faith.

So the Flame Demon God led his people to fight bloodily all the way, and finally came out of the divine war, and built their own divine kingdom in a remote corner far from the center of the continent.

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