Chapter 313: Insights

Under Gawain's indifferent gaze, Daniel did not hold on for long before he lowered his head: "...In the face of your power, my loyalty to Typhon and the Eternal Sleeper can be compromised."

"Very good," Gawain nodded with satisfaction, and then pointed to the special edition of "Network Security" for the Eternal Sleeper, "Then let's start with this book first. This will be your first promotion in the Order of the Eternal Sleeper. First step. What you need to do is not to spread this knowledge directly, but to discover the fatal flaws in the current spiritual network, and tell these findings to other believers who are slightly higher than you or at the same level. When the Eternal Sleepers When you gradually realize these hidden dangers, you should release the first chapter as your research results. Let's first take a look at what a distributed network is and the concept of network resource allocation..."

He really recalled his youth, and recalled the years when he first learned knowledge from his mentor...

At the same time, Ansu East Territory, A town somewhere.

The snow has stopped, and brilliant stars appear in the clear night sky. The starlight shines on the earth, and the snow reflects the starlight, so that the town after nightfall will not completely fall into darkness. In the simple streets and alleys made of stone and wooden buildings, a tall and thin figure wearing a black hooded cloak was walking quietly through the streets.

After finding a corner that could shelter from the cold wind, the figure stopped and took off the hood of the cloak.

Under the hood is a head of striking blond hair unique to the silver elf, as well as an unusually handsome face.

High-level Elf Ranger, Soldrin Frostleaf.

Human towns seemed particularly quiet late at night, at least in places where poor people gathered. Solderin’s long elf ears twitched slightly in the air, and he could hear the distant lords. There are still sounds of lyres and tambourines coming from the castle, which means that the nightlife of the nobles has just begun.

The senior ranger took a breath of fresh but cold air, then couldn't help but frown, and pressed his hand near his chest.

That weird woman was more powerful than he thought. Although the ranger was not a profession that was very good at frontal combat, he still did not expect that he would be at a disadvantage when fighting an opponent suspected of being a druid. .

If he had not followed the advice of the knight named Byron and brought some "new weapons for justice" with him, he felt that his current situation would definitely be worse.

Solderin calmed down the throbbing pain of the wound, feeling that his flesh and blood were neutralizing the strange toxins little by little with the help of extraordinary power, while recalling the previous battle—— He finally confirmed that the power used by the woman was indeed the power of a druid.

Toxins, withered vines, thorns, and corrupted treants are all spells originated from Druid spells, but they show obvious signs of corruption... Will all things eventually perish? This should be the most likelyexplained.

Why would a high-level cultist of the Order of the Death of All Things sneak into the Elf Monitoring Station... What is her purpose?

The cold night wind blew through the streets again. Solderin tightened his cloak and temporarily stopped these thoughts. It would be better to wait until he returns to Cecil's territory, Gawain. The smart people under him can give more suggestions, which is much better than him blindly guessing here alone.

It is a pity that the certification documents he carried with him were damaged in the previous battle, and when he returned, he found that Ansu East Territory had also entered a higher level of martial law due to the change in situation. Silas, Duke of East Territory Lauren's order made the entire area difficult to pass through. The situation was better in places with poor order, but in large and medium-sized towns where aristocrats ruled more tightly and had many informants, he had to act cautiously. .

In this era of chaos and dark aristocratic rule, a stranger without supporting documents will not be in a good situation - especially since he was working in the Typhon army not long ago, Silas Loren Many of the Duke and his knight generals knew him, but those people didn't know that he had switched to Cecil. It would be difficult to explain once they met face to face...

Mainland The cold wind on a northern winter night was biting. Although the physical fitness of a high-level transcendent prevented Solderin from getting sick in this temperature, he was still quite uncomfortable and couldn't help but look for a warmer place—— Due to the strong rule of the Duke of the East and the martial law order, all taverns and inns are closely watched. Foreigners and foreigners whose accent does not differ from the eastern region of Anzu will be subject to interrogation. Of course, Solderin, who is in his prime, will not worry. These, but he is now seriously injured, and suppressing the toxins in his body has consumed most of his strength. He does not want to attract the attention of those human extraordinary beings at this juncture.

While looking for shelter from the wind, a flickering firelight suddenly caught Solderin’s eyes.

He walked over and saw that there was indeed a small bonfire in the deepest part of the alley. Several hazy figures were huddled next to the bonfire. Occasionally, a figure moved to stir up the weak fire. fire and throw a small piece of charcoal into the fire.

A high-level ranger actually wanted to share the bonfire with a beggar...

Solderin smiled silently, but still walked over.

He could have a better choice. Although his physical condition is very bad now, he can still find a way to sneak into a barn or even sneak into a warm citizen's home to spend a night, but after seeing that When the bonfire was being built, he couldn't help but get closer - the dancing firelight and the people warming themselves around the bonfire reminded him of seven hundred years ago, when the expeditionary force was at its most difficult, when he and a group of humans Soldiers and refugees mingled together, and everyone used the same method to keep warm on the coldest night, encouraging each other through the darkest and coldest part of the road.

Since the establishment of human countries and the situation gradually stabilized, he has not experienced this kind of experience for many, many years.Experienced.

The homeless people by the fire noticed the approach of the stranger, and they immediately became nervous and alert, but soon they discovered that it was not a patrol soldier - in such a cold weather , soldiers are not willing to go deep into the slums. They often just walk around the streets and then go back to drink.

The man in the black cloak looked more like another homeless person.

Solderin, who put on his hood again, walked to the bonfire and said in a low voice: "It's so cold."

A homeless man wrapped in a shabby cotton coat muttered Get up: "There is no more room."

"I still have some wine," Solderin casually took out the wine bag from his arms, "enough for two or three mouths per person."

Solderin sat down, and the wine bag in his hand was quickly taken away by the person next to him. The other person pulled out the stopper and put his nose to the mouth of the bag. He took a breath, then put the wine bag to his mouth. He tried hard to restrain himself but couldn't help but take a big sip.

Then he held the wine in his mouth, reluctant to swallow it as if he wanted to enjoy it slowly, and the wine bag was passed to the next person.

The wine bags were passed silently among the homeless people. Through the weak bonfire, Solderlin could see everyone's face clearly - some had wrinkles and ravines; There were frostbites on their faces, and some looked younger, but their bodies were also old. They were wrapped in tattered cotton clothes, or even just a pile of rags that could no longer be seen as clothes. An unpleasant smell came from them. Dissipate: These people obviously have no chance of bathing.

"It will make you feel warmer after a drink of wine." A homeless man said hoarsely.

The wineskin finally returned to Solderin. He shook it and was surprised to find that there was still a little bit left in it.

The man sitting opposite the bonfire said: "Keep some, maybe one day you will rely on it to save your life."

Solderlin silently put the wine bag away He took it back into his arms, and then sighed softly: "It's such a cold winter night..."

"You are so polite in your words," the homeless man next to him chuckled, "But it's really a cold winter night..." "It's cold."

The person on the other side of the bonfire muttered: "It wasn't that cold last winter."

Someone next to him immediately laughed: "You still had a house to live in last winter. Of course you did. It’s not cold!”

“Shut up!”

Solderin suddenly raised his head and interrupted curiously: “Where is your house?”

Solderin couldn't help but fall silent.

But the man opposite the bonfire did not stop. He seemed to be thinking of his "good days" last winter. He started talking again: "I still had a house last year.I have a small piece of land... and I have a wife! "

"His wife died a few years ago," the person next to Solderin whispered. "He is not thinking clearly now. "

"It's all caused by the Tenancy Amnesty Act," said a young man who was stirring the bonfire. "Nothing good will happen if you get involved. ”

“‘Tenant Amnesty Act’? "Solderin was stunned for a moment. Apparently he had never heard of this bill.

In the Kingdom of Ansu, land nobles of earl and above can promulgate a certain degree of "private law" in their own territories. , depending on the level of their title, the scope of laws that can be promulgated is also different. Some can set tax rates, some can mint currency, and some can stipulate land inheritance rights. In addition to a general kingdom code, the legal provisions on the nobles in various places can It is said that it is disorganized, extremely confusing, and even contradictory. These messy laws are not only a challenge that merchants and adventurers who travel between territories must face, but also create problems for people like Solderin who are not familiar with the situation. The strangers caused a lot of trouble.

“It was a law enacted by Lord Berry ten years ago,” the young man said. In the first year, he was whipped and his property was confiscated, but if he owed rent, he would have to pay double the rent in the second year, double the rent in the third year, double the rent in the fourth year... and still not pay the rent in the fifth year. Go up and take away the house and the fields. The earl said that this was a mercy, allowing those who could not afford to pay rent due to occasional bad times to have the opportunity to repay their debts, so he called it an 'amnesty bill'. If you could not afford to pay rent for five consecutive years, then He is just too lazy and stupid to continue cultivating his land..."

The man wrapped in shabby cotton clothes next to Solderin sighed: "But few people can pay it back, most people We will all look like this in five years. ”

This is a trap! A trap that couldn’t be simpler!

How can a farmer repay the back rent when the rent continues to double? Let alone five years later. With a multiple of more than ten times, it will be difficult for them to pay back even in the second year - it is impossible for them to save any surplus food or money to cope with the skyrocketing rent in the second year!

In this case! Before the implementation of the bill, those who owed rent would only be punished by being whipped and part of their property confiscated. But after the implementation of the bill, anyone who owed rent would be destined to have all their fields and houses taken away - but ordinary farmers simply did not understand this. < /p>

Because they can neither read nor count... and have no extra energy or brainpower to think about things other than working and farming.

They are faced with despair. Debts that were impossible to repay, and they lost their land and houses in despair, but in the end they couldn't even figure out why.

Solderin glanced at the small bonfire in front of him and suddenly felt himself. The memories of everyone holding hands and keeping warm seven hundred years ago became blurry in my mind.

The man on the other side of the bonfire was still muttering in a low voice: "I."Back then I had a small piece of land, right by the river... and I also had a wife! ”

Someone touched him and said, “Okay, stop talking. If you talk too much, you will be irritated.” "

"It's time to add more firewood..."

"Don't put them all in, it's still early in the morning. ”

“When it gets daylight, go to the Holy Light Church. Go early, the porridge will be hot.” "

"Don't be too early - the new pastor doesn't stir the porridge very much, and is used to scooping it from the top. If he goes early, he can only drink thin soup. "

Solderin listened silently. In the powerful hearing of the elves, he heard the sounds of lyres and tambourines in the distant castle finally quieting down.

He had not heard anything all night. Sleep until a ray of light dimly appeared on the horizon, and the brilliance of the huge sun shone into the town through the reflection of the clouds.

The church bells rang in the distance, Solderin stood up, and those people. The homeless people who had barely slept were struggling to get up one by one: the church bells were the signal to wake them up.

The bonfire was almost extinguished, and there was only a little residual heat left. The homeless people moved their frozen hands and feet, hoping to regain some strength before the sun really came out. This would help them keep the food they received at the door of the church, but everyone was When he stood up, there was a person still sitting there.

It was the person sitting opposite the bonfire at night.

Someone stepped forward and pushed the rickety body. Falling to the ground: He is dead.

The homeless looked at this scene in silence, and someone sighed: "There were a few pieces of firewood missing last night. "

"He still had his own house last year..."

Solderin's face was expressionless. Those people who walked hand in hand in darkness and hardship seven hundred years ago , their descendants created such a country?

He turned around and walked towards the street that was about to be illuminated by the sun.

He wanted to return to Cecil's territory quickly. .