Chapter 308 A Bottle of Wild Snake Wine

The fortress is now overcast. Those clouds are not weather in the physical sense, but volatilization caused by bombing, forming dark clouds, suspended in the artificial sky of the asteroid fortress, and blocking all the little heat. It also ushered in the first season change in thousands of years, and the first cold winter.

People looked out timidly from the small observation window of the air-raid shelter, and at the same time worried that the macro cannon would fall again. They also saw those strange, white elves slowly falling to the ground, covering the scattered corpses of the dead, or the messy wreckage of the building, and covering them with a thick quilt, as the emperor's best gift to the dead, and also a test for the living.

What is that? This thought flashed through the minds of most people who had never left this place in this life. Many people thought that those were poisons sprinkled by heretics. That kind of cold can indeed cause people's skin to ulcerate. They didn't know that this was called frostbite, because they had never seen a cold winter. They had only seen people starved to death, beaten to death, or died of exhaustion, or died of illness, shot to death, blood loss... There were too many, but they had never seen this.

The fear of ignorance spread like a disease. They didn't even know that they should tighten their clothes. Now, ignorance is poison. Few religious people or clerks who are a little smart or have read classics, or even a little noble with a little conscience will "generously" and "kindly" tell them to wear more clothes, anything is fine, hold something in front of you, use anything, eat more food, hot food is best.

But isn't such kindness a kind of "not eating meat"? When the nobles used the throne coins to hire people to look after his wine cellar and the furniture they moved during the war, this place that should have been left for the living became his comfort zone, and he had to disperse those poor ghosts and lower-class people who looked eye-catching.

Priests or scholars prefer to stick together. Those who have knowledge have better value and better involved groups. They can communicate with officers and the "thousands of stars" under the lord who manage everything in this place. On the contrary, only the hard-working workers, women washing clothes, or penniless people have lost everything again.

Another death was staged in the place witnessed by the emperor. This was a man-made doomsday. But what is more tragic is that such a situation is not a special case at the end of the 40,000 years of human civilization. To be precise, this place, which is extremely small for the empire, has been staged more than hundreds of times in a few light years.

The official in charge of this matter was just in his personal underground warm hut, wearing thick artificial fur, puffing out the smoke rings from his burning pipe and inhaling and exhaling it himself, and all his power and stable family background were trust.

The lord entrusted him and recorded his blood with the Thinker Array. Only he and the lord's heartbeat could open the door of the warehouse, and it was normal to use public power for personal gain at this time.

Once again, he drove away the refugees who were hungry or heard the "friendly suggestions" of the nobles to collect clothes like driving away fleas. He tasted the high and mighty power of controlling others for the first time. Although those refugees had no oil and water, the lords and nobles were obviously not among them.

In the rough palm of his hand was a gold coin inlaid with the emperor's head, and then he held the money and walked into the dark. This was also one of the greatest help that the rats in the dark could give to this fortress. Sometimes the place that determines fate is not only war and sacrifice, but also murder and trial.

Almost selling at a low price, the price is almost the same as when there is the most abundant food in normal times, but human feelings are also the key to its wings. Whether it is a caged bird or flying, it all depends on its choice. He came naturally diligently, swept away his laziness, and put his palm into the skull scanner in front of the fine gold gate with his sleeves.

[But I don’t have any objection to your distribution, but I think the residents need clothes at present, otherwise the subsequent reconstruction work will be very difficult, and it is better to have some meat or grain.

"Wine?" His old memory gradually awakened. When he worked as a servant, he often tasted this, which was given by his master. It was a rare blended wine that belonged to successful people. It was commonly known as wild snake wine. Generally, there would be a whole venomous snake soaked in it, but this bottle did not, and it was clear and transparent. However, he still did not drink it. Instead, he used his fingers, which suddenly became much fatter during this period, to turn over the folded paper under the wine bottle.

Love you, loyal servant stay. 】

I don't know if it was because of the strong alcohol or something else, but sweat covered his cheeks. He covered his face and thought, as if to relieve the feeling of strong alcohol, or fear. When he woke up again, a group of hungry refugees knelt in front of his door.

"Apostle of the Emperor of God, please give us a little food to help us survive the toxins of heresy. Look, my child is sick!" The woman opened her child's thighs. The frostbite had become a naked scar and destroyed the skin, and the team was still wearing the linen short sleeves they wore when they worked.

Now the cold wind is whistling non-stop, the dark clouds are falling white elves, and the thick snow and water are like quilts covering the streets, corpses, and remains. Some people are so proud of themselves that they make money, some are defeated by the cold wind, and life is worse than death. Some people enjoy the fire and have noble blood. This narrow place has also become a miniature, miniature Engili space free roaming port.

He puffed out smoke, his mind full of thoughts. He had already thought of ending the war, taking the money and running away, buying a villa, becoming a superior man at the top of the nest, looking down on everyone, and abandoning all his pretended piety and loyalty, repaying his master with betrayal.

[First, remember that Sir Wade is planning a betrayal. The source of his power is not faith, but money. Your team of loyalists cannot take care of all aspects of tens of thousands of people in the empire. For example, Dark Harbor can still make people Log in, and most outlaws are easy to bribe. You are the smart one. I don’t need to say anything more. Remember, a void whale is waiting in your airspace. Its flanks are countless rotting insects and flies, waiting to eat you alive. . 】

Beep, short, confirm, and then the piston gear rotates mysteriously, the machine soul makes a sound, and the endless food vault slowly opens, whether it is fur clothing, or cereal crops, or even frozen fresh food, frozen food Good meat that only needs a little cooking to fill you up.

They were familiar with the road, took away the food, and exchanged the coins. Only the administrator repeatedly confirmed the amount, but stopped when the door was closed, because it was unknown when the path had to be empty for the convenience of entry and exit. There was a glass bottle filled with liquid placed on the path below. Squeeze the envelope.

Later, after Lord Magroon finished praying for a certain breakfast, the devout man who only ate two slices of bread, a glass of water and a small amount of vitamin medicine saw a bottle of wine in front of his bedroom, which was clear and transparent, and he thought, It was probably something left by the unbeliever, but I found something underneath it.

At the same time, a letter was passed over and over again, passing through the hands of the insider, the ignorant, the stupid, and the shrewd. Although the lord's palace was impregnable, he also entered it gracefully.

The distribution officer put down his glasses with trembling fingers. He slowly put down the letter and looked at the bottle of wine. His fate was not in his hands. He felt like he had experienced this for most of his life. Only now did he realize that this matter was still ongoing. At that time, he picked up the wine glass in his room, put the piece of paper in the glass, poured in the bottle of transparent and clear liquor, waited for the wine to wet the entire piece of paper, and then swallowed it wholeheartedly.

But in such a scene, there was a man dressed as a noble servant in the dark, tossing a throne coin. The gold coin rotated in the air, and finally fell into his hand. He opened his hand and murmured to himself. "One side is emperor, the other side is king, the other side is mercy, and the other side is punishment."

Therefore, he knows many conspiracies and evil ways, and therefore understands even more clearly that if he and other mortals want to spend their old age peacefully, they must cling to the roots of giant trees and under the dark clouds.

And why isn't the entire Enjili and the huge fortress complex to which it belongs a miniature human empire? Loyalists, traitors, opportunists, warriors, thousands of styles of human civilization can only be compressed in such a small place, and then fiercely, Constantly hitting.

[Dear Lord Magron, I say that I am your loyal servant. I am sorry that I cannot meet you at this moment, but because we are all loyal to a great soldier, even though we are a temporary partner, I still need to be responsible for you. I Loyal and lovely colleague, my name is just like that bottle of wine, but a noble person like you probably doesn’t know its name, so just call me Wild Snake. 】

Throne Coin, Throne Coin, glittering gold, can rotate on the table, spinning non-stop, with the Emperor on the front and the King on the back. It is dazzling and makes people forget themselves. Its holder will also be deceived into thinking that he is the lord. Or, the Emperor.

Until the shout of a lord's servant interrupted his thoughts, the tall and thin messenger shouted. "Good day, sir, as usual, three throne coins, thirty kilograms of grain, and three kilograms of meat as a gift. No shoddy goods are allowed. My master is in the Planetary Guard and serves as a major in pdf!"

He ignored the drink and opened the letter. The words on it were clear, but it made the lord break into a cold sweat.

[I shouldn’t have made such a big deal and risked sending a letter, so please destroy it after reading it. There are only two reasons for me to keep the letter, one is the war and the other is the future. 】

The others looked at it and then remained silent, because everyone here looked very suitable in this suit.

Its leader could originally have joined the ranks holding rosettes, representing the holy flames, become a human master, command the imperial army, learn psychic secrets, and come into contact with the real mysteries. But now, no matter how powerful he is, he is only a criminal. The chess pieces are destined to be eaten by the rabbit and the dog.

It is written in neat writing on it. [Dear dispenser, Mr. Almiron, good day, I am your loyal servant. I have no name and can only be referred to by this wine. It is not poisonous, but even if there are no poisonous snakes in it, I still maintain my health. 80% of the venomous and bitter flavor, but it is difficult to say that it can be called the original name. I think it is a new bottle of wine, but it retains the old flavor, just like how you treat a warehouse. 】

The middle-aged official who drank the bottle of wine now seemed like a different person, he said kindly. "Oh my God, this is called frostbite. Come into my room quickly. There is some hot water on the table. It's warm. Wet it with a cloth and put it on again. Remember to wipe it dry when you go out. It must be dry. There are still people who can move. Come with me to get some clothes and food, and don't be afraid, the snow outside is a natural phenomenon." He called people to come in, and the refugees thanked him as if they were thanking the emperor.

He said jokingly to the other brothers who were drinking and smoking in the cabin. "How about it? Does this suit fit you?"

Who did it? He was not clean and timidly picked it up, just because such strange things could never be left in the warehouse. He returned to the room, took out the monocular, inlaid with gold wire, so gorgeous, opened the bottle again, lowered his head and smelled boldly Click.

The distribution officer's fingers trembled slightly. He looked around, took off his glasses, took another long breath, looked at the empty ceiling and thought for a long time, and then lowered his head again.

It turns out that this organization has been working hard in this place for longer than most people imagine. If it weren't for the sins committed by the Grand Inquisitor, this huge group of monks could have lived a stable life.

The servants of the lord's family walked into the warehouse, tightened their collars because of the coolness, and stole the food bit by bit like ants or moths, and then filled the outer surface with the ones in the middle that were not easy to be found, and still had a full warehouse.

In the corrupt and dilapidated wooden house, this place was not favored by bombing because of its remoteness. In this dark and humid place, Mr. Sheye, who was like a mouse, sorted out his clothes. He was wearing a set of empire standard punishment uniforms and inferior bulletproof armor. People wearing this clothes would either be imprisoned or sent to the Punishment Corps, which was the notorious Astra Military Criminal Corps, the final destination of prisoners.

I understand that you feel there is no hope here, but I ask you to wait a little longer, and not give the food to the gluttons, but to the hungry people, and someone will double your reward for your actions. At the same time, as most people understand the teachings of the Emperor, the rewards are great, and the punishment for betrayal is also there.

In this cruel human civilization of 40,000 years, the difference between the weak and the strong is only a word, a life, or even just luck. The lucky ones can come from the sky and take away everything from the original hard-working people, while those who are unlucky and not favored by the Emperor need to do their best just to survive, but Sheye does not hate this world because of this.

[Second, I don't know what our master is doing, but I know what diseases are in your territory. We are not pesticides, but we can kill them physically. Although we have spent a lot of energy on this, we are still working hard for you, so please erase or skip the accidental deaths during this period. Secondly, please throw about 3,000 throne coins into the fountain in the garden on the right side of your bedroom tomorrow, which is the standard Terra day of the Imperial calendar, July 30, and wrap it in a black package. ]

[So far, I wish you good luck, and this is not blackmail, we are all making profits. If you don't want your things to be emptied, please take the trouble to spend money. After all, my friends are not the tireless iron men in the legend.

——Love you, loyal servants stay. ]