Chapter 313

Under Gawain's indifferent gaze, Daniel lowered his head without holding on for too long: "...In front of your mighty force, my loyalty to Typhon and the Eternal Sleeper can be compromised."

"Very good," Gawain nodded with satisfaction, then pointed to the special edition of "Cyber ​​Security" for the Eternal Sleepers, "Then let's start with this one, this will be your first promotion in the Eternal Sleeper Order. Step one. First of all, what you need to do is not to directly disseminate this knowledge, but to discover the fatal flaw in the current spiritual network, and tell this to other believers who are a little higher than you or at the same level, and become the eternal sleepers. When you gradually realize these hidden dangers, you should release the contents of the first chapter as your research results, let's first take a look at what is a distributed network and the concept of network resource allocation..."

Daniel bowed his head in a respectful and taught gesture.

He really recalled his teenage years and the years when he first learned knowledge from his tutor...

At the same time, in the eastern border of Ansu, a town somewhere.

The snow has stopped, and the bright stars have emerged in the clear night sky. The stars shine on the earth, and the snow reflects the stars, so that the town after the night will not completely fall into darkness, and the stone and wooden buildings are cluttered. In the simple streets and alleys piled up, a tall and thin figure wearing a black hooded cloak was quietly walking through the streets.

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

Under the hood is a striking gold unique to a silver elf, and an unusually handsome face.

High Elf Ranger, Soldrin Frostleaf.

The human town in the middle of the night was extraordinarily silent, at least where the poor gathered. Thorderling's long elf ears quivered in the air, and he could hear the lyre and bell still in the distant lord's castle. The sound of drums came, which meant that the nightlife of the nobles had just begun.

The high-level ranger took a breath of fresh but icy air, then couldn't help frowning, pressing his hand near his chest.

That weird woman was more powerful than he imagined. Although a 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 a suspected Druid opponent.

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

Soldering calmed the pain of the wound, feeling that his flesh and blood was neutralizing those strange toxins little by little with the help of mortal power, while recalling the previous battle - he finally confirmed that the woman The power used is indeed druid power.

Toxins, withered vines, thorns, and corrupt treemen are all spells derived from Druids, but there are obvious signs of corruption... Will everything die? This should be the most likely explanation.

Why would a high-ranking cultist of the Society for the Death of All Things infiltrate the Elf Monitoring Station... What is her purpose?

The cold night wind blew through the streets once again. Soldering tightened his cloak and stopped thinking temporarily. It would be better to wait until he returned to Cecil Land. Gawain and his wise men can do it. Giving more advice is much better than blindly guessing here by himself.

It is a pity that the supporting documents that he carried with him were damaged in the previous battle, and when he returned, the Ansu Eastern Territory had also entered a higher level of martial law due to changes in the situation. The whole area has become impassable, and the situation is better in those places with poor order, but in such large and medium-sized towns with strict aristocratic rule and many eyeliners, he must act cautiously.

In this era of chaotic dark aristocratic divisions, there is no advantage for a stranger without proof documents - especially when he was working in Typhon's army not long ago, Duke Silas Lauren and his knights will Many officials know him, but those people don't know the fact that he has switched to Cecil.

The winter nights in the north of the Great 6th were bitterly cold. Although the physical fitness of high-level mortals prevented Solderin from getting sick at this temperature, he was still quite uncomfortable, and couldn't help but search for a warmer place—— Due to the strong rule of the Duke of the East and martial law orders, all the taverns and hotels are closely watched, and aliens and foreigners with accents not like those in the eastern region of Ansu will be interrogated. Of course, Soldering in his heyday will not worry about it. These, but he is seriously injured now, and suppressing the toxins in his body has consumed most of his strength. He does not want to attract the attention of those human mortals at this juncture.

Just as he was looking for shelter from the wind, a throbbing flame suddenly caught his eye.

He walked over and saw that there was a small bonfire in the deepest part of the alley. A few hazy figures were curling up beside the bonfire. Occasionally someone moved to stir the weak flames and put a small A twig of charcoal tossed into the fire.

Is an advanced ranger going to share a bonfire with a beggar...

Solderin smiled silently, but walked over anyway.

He could have a better choice. Although he is in a bad state now, he can still find a way to sneak into a barn or even into a warm town home to spend the night, but when he sees the bonfire, he still bears it. Don't keep getting close - those dancing fires and people around the bonfire for warmth reminded him of 700 years ago, when the expedition was the most difficult time, when he mixed with a group of human soldiers and refugees, everyone In the coldest night, they also use the same method to keep warm, and encourage each other to walk through the darkest and coldest part of the road.

Since the establishment of human countries and the situation gradually stabilized, he has not had such an experience for many, many years.

The homeless people by the fire noticed the approach of the stranger, and they immediately became nervous and vigilant, but soon they found out that it was not a soldier who was out on patrol-in such cold weather, the soldiers were not willing to go deep. In the slums, they tend to just walk around the streets once and then go back to drink.

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

Solderling, who had put on his hood again, walked to the campfire and said in a low voice, "It's so cold."

A homeless man wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat muttered, "There's no room left."

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

"...Sit next to me."

Soldering sat down, and the wine bag in his hand was quickly taken away by the person next to him. The other party pulled the stopper, put his nose to the mouth of the bag and took a deep breath, then brought the wine bag to his mouth, trying to restrain himself. Still couldn't help taking a sip.

Then he took the wine in his mouth and was 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 passed silently between the homeless, and Soldering could see everyone's faces through the faint campfire - some wrinkled and ravine, some had frostbite on their faces, some They looked younger, but they were also old-fashioned, they were wrapped in tattered cotton-padded clothes, or even just a pile of rags that could not be seen as clothes, and an unpleasant smell emanated from them: these people were obviously Impossible to have the opportunity to take a bath.

"It's much warmer to drink wine," a homeless man said in a hoarse voice.

The wine bag was finally back in Solderling's hands, and he shook it, surprised to see that there was still a little left in it.

The person sitting across from the bonfire said, "Keep some, maybe one day you'll save your life with it."

Soldering put the wine bag back in his arms in silence, and then sighed softly: "What a cold winter night..."

"You speak eloquently," the homeless man next to him chuckled, "but it's really cold today."

The man across the fire muttered, "Last winter wasn't so cold."

Someone immediately laughed: "You still lived in a house last winter, of course you weren't cold!"

"To shut up!"

Soldering listened, suddenly raised his head and interjected curiously: "Where's your house?"

The man sitting across from the bonfire said in a dejected tone, "I was taken away by the knight master a while ago... I owe the knight master the rent for five years. If I can't pay it, I even took away the house and the land."

Solderin couldn't help being silent.

But the man across from the bonfire didn't stop, as if thinking of his "good days" last winter, he repeated: "I still had a house last year, and a small piece of land... I also have a wife! "

"His wife died a few years ago," whispered the man next to Soldering. "He's out of his mind now."

"It's all about the Tenant Amnesty Act," said a young man who was fiddling with a bonfire. "It's not good for anything."

"'Tenant Tenancy Amnesty Act'?" Soldlin was stunned for a moment, obviously he had never heard of this act.

In the Ansu Kingdom, the land nobles of the earl and above can promulgate a certain degree of "private law" in their own territory. Depending on the level of their title, the scope of the law that can be promulgated is also different. Some can set tax rates, and some can cast currency. , and some can stipulate the right of inheritance of land. In addition to a general code of the kingdom, the legal provisions of the nobles in various places can be said to be disorganized, abnormally chaotic, and even contradictory. These chaotic laws are not only those in the territory. The challenges that the merchants and adventurers who walk among them must face will also cause great trouble for strangers like Solderin who are not familiar with the situation.

"It was a law enacted by the Earl of Berry ten years ago," said the young man, "and the Earl allows those who rent land to default on their rent, without being whipped and confiscated in the first year of arrears, but in the second year of arrears. You have to pay double the rent, double the rent in the third year, and double the rent in the fourth year... If you still can't pay the rent in the fifth year, the house and land will be taken away. The earl said it was a favor. , so that those who can't pay the rent due to occasional bad times have the opportunity to repay their debts, so this is the 'Amnesty Act'. If you can't pay the rent for five consecutive years, you are really lazy and stupid. Not worthy to continue farming his land..."

The man in the tattered cotton-padded coat next to Solderling sighed: "But very few people can get it back. Most of them will become like us after five years."

This is a trap! A simple trap!

How could a peasant household repay the arrears of rent when the tenancy rent doubled continuously? Not to mention the ten-fold multiplier after five years, even in the second year, it would be difficult for them to pay it back - it was impossible for them to accumulate surplus grain or money to cope with the skyrocketing rent in the second year!

Before the implementation of this law, rent arrears would only be whipped and part of the property confiscated, but after the implementation of the law, anyone who owes rent is destined to have all their fields and houses taken away - but ordinary farmers simply do not understand this. .

Because they can neither read nor count... They don't have the extra energy and brainpower to think about things other than working and farming.

They face impossible debts in desperation and lose land and houses in desperation, but in the end they don't even understand why.

Soldering glanced at the small bonfire in front of him, and suddenly felt that the memories of everyone holding hands together for warmth seven hundred years ago became blurred in his mind.

The man across from the bonfire was still muttering in a low voice, "I had a small piece of land, right by the river... I also have a wife!"

Someone touched him: "Okay, don't talk, talk too much."

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

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

"When it's dawn, go to 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 he is used to scooping it from the top. If he goes early, he can only drink thin soup."

Soldrin listened in silence, and in the elf's mighty hearing he heard the lyre and tambourine in the distant castle finally quiet.

He didn't sleep all night until a faint gleam of light appeared on the horizon, and the brilliance of the giant sun reflected through the clouds and spilled into the town.

The church bells rang in the distance, Soldering stood up, and the homeless people who had barely slept struggled to get up: the church bell was the signal to wake them up.

The bonfire is almost extinguished, and the remaining heat can hardly be transferred to the people who are burning the fire. The homeless are moving their frozen hands and feet, hoping to recover a little bit of energy before the sun really comes out, which will help them in the church door. Saved the food he received, but while everyone stood up, one person was still sitting in the same place.

It's the one sitting across from the campfire at night.

Someone pushed forward and the hunched body fell to the ground: he was dead.

The homeless watched this scene in silence, and someone sighed: "A few pieces of firewood were missing last night."

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

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

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

He wanted to go back to Cecil quickly.

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