The riot, or farce, which could not be called a rebellion in any case, came and went as fast as it came, and in less than twenty-four hours there were three heads falling to the ground from the time John reported it.

But in fact, even after the ruffians were arrested, they still did not get to the point of being beheaded.

The point is that after the interrogation, when the vast majority of people admitted that they were whipped for committing military regulations and resented the Legion, or that they were asking for more money for Arthur's head, a few people with strange brains actually said that Ron must have selfish intentions by giving the fruits of their bloody battles to the people of the logging village.

So they actually wanted to take advantage of the situation to get everyone up, and force Ron to give up the position of Legion Commander to Sadie, so that she, a native of Urstock, would manage the Northern Boar Legion, so that their interests would not be harmed.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on interrogation was stunned, and they all froze in place, looking for death without this?!

The commander of the legion forcibly characterized your troubles as a riot, a farce rather than a rebellion, just so that you would not end up in the last scene of bayonets, but you actually admit it yourself?

The gods testify, the conscience of heaven and earth, we do not use force to extract confessions in our trials!

As soon as the interrogation results were submitted, Ron also felt a headache, and now there was no reason to even if he wanted to spare the lives of these people - if the rebels didn't kill them, who should kill them? If that's the case, that person Tariq also has a saying.

Of course, in order to minimize the scale of the impact, the method of punishing only the first evil was adopted for the people who gathered to make trouble, and the rest of the people who committed less serious crimes were each given military sticks, and were deprived of their military status, expelled from the regiment, and sent to work in the fields.

And Sadie, who was bitten and harmed by the few people who were indiscriminately bitten before she died, also changed her usual attitude of being crazy and didn't care about anything, she really didn't know how to prove her innocence in this situation, who made Ron they were from the Empire, and she was from Sturgia or Ustok Village, this is almost a natural place where problems will arise.

She almost thought about tearing off her clothes and cutting out her heart to prove that she had absolutely no dissenting intentions.

After being anxious for several days, but did not wait for any disposition related to herself, Sadie breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that people didn't take this matter to heart at all, and they knew quite well that they were implicated for no reason, so they also got busy with their own work as usual.

However, for Ron, although he knew that she would never have a problem on Shadie's side, under normal circumstances, he would have to beat the other party anyway, after all, the sense of déjà vu of this rebellion is too strong, and he can't forget the story of "brothers also want to be rich, please put on this dragon robe".

It's just that Ron has another important thing to do, so he can only put Sadie's affairs on the back burner.

After being reminded of this incident, reality taught Ron another hard lesson, and ruthlessly shattered all the beautiful fantasies he once had.

He had to crush the knowledge he had accumulated in his head little by little, break it like a mutton steamed bun, and blend it with the bitter soup.

Even if they belong to the same class, the same farmers who have been bullied and ravaged by Boyer, they do not see the rest of the people as a force that can be united and rallied together to fight against Boyer, but rather as rats who have come to eat and divide the fruits of their labor.

Most people only think about preserving their own one-third of an acre, gloating more about the suffering of others than sympathizing with them.

The large and small contradictions between the villages of Ustok and the logging villages are excellent evidence of this view.

But no, absolutely not, they had to condense into a fist instead of spreading out and scattering into a mess.

There had to be a way to make the people of both villages realize in a short period of time that they were supposed to be one, not antagonistic to each other.

And this method, Ron really found it in the "mutton steamed bun".

Grievance Conference!

One of the key reasons to turn a million sheep into a million heroes!

It happened to be the day of the Stegian tradition, which is a traditional day to pray for a good harvest from the gods, and Ron set this day for the grieving meeting.

Gu Ling

It was a rare day of leisure, as the villagers prepared special snacks according to the traditional Sturgian customs, and the legionnaires received a reward for good fortune during the festival before the holiday.

It's just that I never thought that those soldiers with families had just found a little feeling with their wives, and the soldiers who had no family but had objects had just made an appointment with their favorite girls to meet in the secluded grove, and that bastard who killed a thousand knives had the news again-

This evening and afternoon, everyone, including the villagers, will gather.

It was hard for the legionnaires not to lift their pants without swearing.

But the rice, and the meat,

The legionnaires were afraid that their pants were slowing down.

When it was time for dinner, I heard that the villagers who were full of food and meat had already blocked the scene of the grievance meeting, and no matter how much the soldiers on duty scolded and maintained order, it was difficult to stop the enthusiasm of the villagers.

After all, it's meat.

The villagers of Ustok have not tasted meat for months.

After roughly counting the number of people, and thinking that they were almost all there, Arthur, who was in charge of the affairs, did not act as a villain, and directly asked the soldiers to distribute food.

When everyone had received their things, Arthur turned his head and twisted behind the makeshift grass platform on the spot.

The grass was two meters tall enough for everyone to see the movement on it, and behind the grass platform, Arthur, who had recently been appointed by Ron as the director, was passing on the essentials of acting to the actors who were about to appear on the stage.

He has seen it in the Grand Theater seriously, and famous theater actors from all walks of life have interacted with him, and he has even seen the appearance of actresses when they make up backstage, and it is not an exaggeration to say that senior ticket holders.

But now, the more this senior ticket holder talks, the more he feels that he is making a fool.

Yes, he has watched countless plays since he was a child, and he used to have his own box in the Grand Theater, but Arthur knows more and more that he can't direct today's play.

Because what are the plays he has seen?

It is a drama in which the framed prince goes away from home, and finally kills his father's killer with the help of the gods and gets revenge.

It is a drama of two young men and women who are intoxicated with each other, but have to die because of the love and hatred between political families.

It is a beautiful boy who has no worries about food and clothing who has doubts about the meaning of life, and finally makes a bet with the devil and regrets his mistakes.

It is a private matter of the emperor's family, a scandal between princes, but it is not the joy and sorrow of "the mud-legged people in the countryside".

Arthur knows how to rhyme every line so that it sounds loud.

But he didn't know the favorite meat jokes of the "country mud-legged".

Arthur knew how to interpret the sad and sad face of the poor lady when she was abandoned by her lover,

But he didn't know how a peasant woman should cry as she hugged the corpse of her family's only pillar.

So in the end, Arthur just patted the actors on the shoulder and squeezed out an encouraging smile, "Forget what I just said, what you are like, what the play "Woman with White Hair" is like." ”