Chapter 616 Tangled Mind

Pandora's request was answered. She got a storage ring from Punk. The storage ring sent through the small mini portal contained a lot of gold coins. annual tax.

These gold coins are not even a fraction for punks. After all, the Hatak Empire has to pay 30% of the tax to punks as a "tribute" every year. In recent hundreds of years, spellcasters have been busy with "interference mechanisms" and He hadn't had the time to refine the pile of gold coins into pure gold for the potion experiment of "Steaming Fragrance Quntan", so... the piles of gold coins in Punk's warehouse are almost out of place now.

Punks who don't have dragon blood and don't like those golden coins don't care about taking out a bunch of them and giving them to Pandora - anyway, it's just a matter of cleaning up the warehouse, and speeding up Ganatica's pace as a "brave" can be ruthless It is much more valuable than refining a pile of gold coins into fine gold to pit Scott's kingdom.

Therefore, Pandora's request for help this time was successfully returned with full rewards.

At the beginning, the amount of gold coins the girl asked for was equivalent to two months' taxes of the Hatak Empire, but she didn't expect that Punk would generously stuff the gold coins into a storage ring. Trifles" contacted the Magic Tower at the risk of being exposed, but Pandora was already satisfied with getting so much money.

"In this way, Ganatika should not have to sigh with sorrow. He is already very tired from running around for the livelihood of those poor..."

This was the girl's first thought. She gently held the cold storage ring. When she thought of the smiling young man who had grown from immature to handsome and handsome, Pandora would feel the warmth of the sun shining into her heart from the bottom of her heart. ".

But... the feeling of happiness didn't stay in her heart for too long. After thinking about the meaning of these gold coins for a while, the joyful expression on the beautiful girl's delicate face disappeared little by little.

Standing quietly in an open field, Pandora suddenly squatted down covering her head in pain. She pressed the exquisite storage ring into the palm of her hand until the jewelry on the ring scratched her finger. Pandora didn't stop. use force.

"...No, no, this is to complete the mission of the master, this is for the collapse and destruction of the Scott Empire, I shouldn't have those feelings, and I don't deserve to have happiness"!

I don't know when it started, two different, even diametrically opposite voices began to appear repeatedly in Pandora's heart. The girl would feel heartache because of Ganatica's every sigh, and from time to time she would have the impulse to tell the boy the truth Impulse - you are just a marionette being manipulated, and the most trusted person around you is your worst enemy!

But at the same time, another voice in her heart—Pandora No. 1 always reminded the girl very sternly: You are a golem born to complete the mission, and the master's mission is the only thing that needs to be considered. Not worth mentioning!

Pandora is entangled, she can't tell which of these two completely different emotions is her real self, and at the same time she is also deeply afraid, she is afraid that punk, the powerful spellcaster with cold eyes, will find her true self. Abnormal, and at the same time, she is even more afraid that Ganatica will discover her "real" self!

"What the hell is...why, what should I do, Ganatika"!

The extremely realistic blood stained the girl's fingers, and the dripping blood quickly dried up on the dirty ground.

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The Kingdom of Scott, in the slums of Iron Barrel City.

Ganatica, who was in a dilapidated hut, was frowning and staring at the thick parchment in her hand.

Today's teenager is no longer the green and ignorant "little boy". After more than 50 years of long hair, Ganatika has become a full-scale fighter "fortunately", even if he It still looks like a youthful boy, but time has imprinted a little calmness in Ganatica's temperament.

At the same time, Ganatica, who set a lofty ambition on that cold night, is still unswervingly marching towards his ideal. He followed Pandora's suggestion to form a "Mutual Aid Society", and in the process of diligent and steadfast development, The scale of the Mutual Aid Society is expanding at a speed faster than Ganatika's imagination.

To this day, the Mutual Aid Society has become an ideal society for many poor people in the Scott Empire. In this society, there are free food to be collected, free clothes to be distributed to everyone, and even when members face oppression, they will There are special gang leaders who organize protests or conduct mediation. Therefore, the reputation of mutual aid gangs is extremely loud among Scott's poor, and even most underworld gangs dare not provoke these large numbers of "beggars".

But at this time, the boss of the largest gang in the Scott Empire——Ganatica was sighing in a small, boring room, and the unresolved sorrow was overflowing with his sighs.

What Ganatika is worried about is the most common and unavoidable problem-the problem of funds.

Over the years, the Mutual Aid Society has always insisted on implementing the kind strategy of distributing food and clothing for free. When there were few people in the past, with the support of many wealthy people who had schemes or were pure and kind, the Mutual Aid Society could barely support it. go down.

But since there was a small-scale famine in the Scott Empire last year, and a large number of poor people applied to join mutual aid societies, Ganatika, who has been insisting on distributing food for free, began to feel extremely headache and helpless.

The funds in the gang are no longer enough, but there are at least hundreds of thousands of starving people who have become "members of the gang". Ganatica can't just watch these "good poor people" starve to death. This has already used up the last bit of money in the guild, and now...he can no longer afford the money, let alone the rising price of food!

"Bang!"

It was the sound of the wooden door of Ganatika's room being pushed open.

"Boss, we can't go on like this anymore. Our funds are used to develop gangs. If they are all used to save people, we should take the money and distribute it to the brothers!"

Before Ganatika could turn around, the young man who almost trotted in made a loud statement with unceremonious words.

"..."

Silently putting down the parchment in his hand, Ganatica frowned and turned to look at the young man who pushed the door in.

In fact, such protests have happened many times in this small wooden house, but this time, the person who came to Ganatica to protest was even more rude, and his identity was not very ordinary.

Facing this young man, Ganatica really couldn't ignore him.