As representatives of the immortal species, dragons tend to have forward-looking intelligence.

Although he is not as scheming as the devil of Bato and speculating on the motive of motives, he will not let the disease of ringworm fester.

In fact, due to the dragon's high level of perception, the slightest danger can make it feel like a thorn in its back. ”

- Famous dragon researcher Blue "The Life of a Dragon"

Due to the peculiarities of the world of ashes, there are no clergy such as clergy, so no matter which country in this plane, society is often divided into only two classes:

The samurai class, represented by kings and nobles, used force to establish order, and had the responsibility to protect the interests of the second class with swords;

The second class is the urban citizen class, represented by a large number of craftsmen and merchants, who are the basis of the first class, and on the basis of equivalent exchange, they support the first class in the form of paying taxes.

The two-tier class theory is the common view of mainstream scholars in the ash world. But they all seem to have deliberately or unintentionally ignored the third hidden class that really put the above two classes on their backs.

In the desert oases of the Medici Empire and other fields suitable for farming, they wore tunics and straw hats, and worked bare-legged. In addition to cultivating grain, he also uses pig and sheep raising as a sideline business to increase his income.

On the other side of the sea, the people who did the same work were much more cold, often working shirtless, using sickles, shovels, or worse tools "borrowed" by the freedmen managers.

The peasants, or serfs, supported the entire human race in the ash world with their labor.

Medici farmers were better, at least the more affluent farmers could own land, provide for their children's education, or use hired labor. The serfs were much more miserable, with only a small portion of their harvest to keep enough food to feed their stomachs, and their children had no chance of breaking out of the slave class.

But whether it was Medici, which abolished universal slavery, or U-Sang, who fully implemented slavery, the fate of this hidden class was tied to the land. Even the Medici peasants could not leave the land they cultivated at will. After all, humans can't survive by "eating dirt" like some dragons, and food is the basis of a powerful empire.

The consequence of an economic model that relies too much on a single source of income is that farmers who sometimes survive on land lack the same resilience to environmental risks as businessmen.

Drought, famine, pestilence, and war can destroy the entire personal life of a peasant, and especially the last danger is the theme of an almost ashy world—even if it is not invaded by the Utesans, the peasants of Medici are sometimes harassed and raided by desert nomadic tribes.

Of course, if the local rulers (most of the time, the consuls of the cities) had a strong reputation and regional voice, then the peasants under their rule would be able to live well and work their part.

But when confronted with a ruler like Egu of Spath, the peasants, who lived like serfs, would go to the other extreme - become exiles like wandering elves exiled by the desert elf tribes, escaping the Medici civil registration and land registration.

These exiles are the main members of the desert bandits, which often refer to themselves as "Freedom Company". Not only would they disrupt the Empire, extort passing caravans, but they would often even raid the peasant villages from which they came from.

There is little morality in their actions – murder, adultery and plunder are commonplace, and they occasionally collude with desert tribes to gather people to extort rich cities and villages.

These people developed from ringworm to pus-bleeding sores in the body of the Medici Empire, and eventually became the right tools of aggression in the eyes of the U-sansan people.

The "Acquisition Gang" were the best of these companies because, in addition to having a company of exiled profiteers, fugitives, landless or bankrupt peasants, they also had a commander who was said to be the bastard son of Egu in the city of Spath.

"Chaos often breeds on the margins of order......"

He sipped wine from an unlucky merchant and played with the breasts of a girl who had been taken captive as a prostitute.

Like a clown more than a troubadour, the Takeover Gang Commander sang aloud, resinging with crude emphasis the poems that some Medici nobleman had written.

When he sang to the point of elation, he also drew the sword that was worshiped by his subordinates, and after slashing it twice, he ended with an aria:

“...... And I'm the commander who controls this chaos!"

I really don't know who gave this guy the courage to speak out. Most of such villains will go to hell after death, no, they should definitely fall into the abyss. I just don't know if I will live like a maggot for a few days and turn into a dessert for other demons, or if I can really climb to the top of the demon life in the home of Tanari as he said.

Watching the villains gather together to push the cups and change the lamps, the middle-level cadres of the "Acquisition Gang" who had transformed into monsters thought secretly.

Unaware that his U-sang master had been beheaded, and after escaping from the city of Spath, the monster came to the place to carry out the next stage of the order - to send the "Silver Sword".

The general of the advance legion prepared two swords before coming to Medici: a golden sword and a silver sword. The former is used to perfect the lie, and the latter is used to bring disaster.

The Silver Sword, or Silver Blade, comes from a distant astral realm and is something that the Giss Yankees cherish. Unless approved by the Empress, possession of silver blades by any other race is considered to be a disgrace to the honor of the Giss Yankee Empire. The Astral Colonists will be on a relentless hunt for those who wield the Silver Blade, and the hunt will affect everyone who is related to the Tainted within three generations.

When General Usang collected this psionic weapon before, his first reaction was to lead to misfortune - he sent the shapeshifters to contact the commander of the "Acquisition Gang" because he took a fancy to his identity as the illegitimate son of Egu - according to the rules of the Ghisyankees, the Pharaoh of Medici would be included in the purification list.

As for the tyrant who would also be affected, his actual value was no longer of great importance to the Usang Empire at that time.

The Shapeshifter Spy has always been careful to preserve the Silver Blade with a special sword case that blocks psionic radiation, and it was only after disguising himself as the mid-level minion leader of the Acquisition Gang that he presented the sword that appeared to be made of Mithril to the bastard gang leader.

Hypocritically catering to the strangeness of many gang members, in fact, his mind is full of how to escape. At this time, the class of minions who were in high mood during the banquet owed nothing in their minds except for four big words - they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Embracing a disheveled camp prostitute, the shapeshifter disguised itself as a monkey and wanted to go out.

But when he staggered to the door of the tent, he couldn't help but suddenly stop. Why is the camp originally composed of a mob so silent at this time, just now I couldn't hear the outside sound in the tent because I was "only in this mountain", but now-

"Bang!" A loud bang broke the hustle and bustle of the "Acquisition Gang" banquet.

Hit by a shotgun fired from the barrel of the "Wailer", the shapeshifter's body flies backwards like a rag blown by the wind. The dense bullet holes tore through the strange skin, revealing the musculoskeletal muscles inside the body, which were very different from the human body.

Quis, who was armed with a gun, walked into the tent, first stunned by the excitement of this uncovered assembly, and then saw the gang leader's weapon with barbecue, and couldn't help but say: "It's really 666." ”

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