Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Forty Six

"No...no! Stop! Stop it!"

Joyce Andre yelled in anger.

He swings his body anxiously, wants to leave the horseback, want to rush out of this **** magic circle barrier to stop those people, but he can't do it... The time limit of the magic trap is not over yet, neither he nor his horse can Half a step away from the place, and his voice could not be heard by people outside the barrier.

The private soldiers holding sharp blades maintained the loose, loose formation that could be easily rushed away by a few cavalry who knew how to cooperate, and passed by the magic circle barrier.

"These things are really good enough to run, and they can run to such a deep place."

"I'm fed up with this broken place where the bird doesn't shit, so quickly finish the business and go back for a drink..."

Andre's eyes were red, and his hands and face were shaking slightly with excessive shock and anger.

Even if what Andre understood afterwards was only narrow etiquette, respect and chivalry open to the "superior", he never thought of caring about those indecent inferiors in his life for more than a hundred years. , But at least, Andre is not a person who can ignore the "audible cry".

He has seen the civilians in the Zhihu District twice, and even remembered the appearance of several of them. It is impossible for Andrei to sit and watch these people being slaughtered at a close distance without moving his face. What can be done—anyone with a slight human touch can’t do it.

"...Black Mage!"

Yang Qiu, who was turning around leisurely with a book in his hand, raised his head slightly to meet the knight whose eyes were torn apart.

"Why are you angry at me, young man?" Yang Qiu smiled and said, "I stand by and watch the tragedy. Who on the scene dares to say that he has never done it?"

"Nonsense!"

"Nonsense!"

The patriarchs who were also furious about the incident outside the magic circle scolded.

"Okay, let me change my statement..." Yang Qiu still didn't mean to stand up, still sitting on a chair steadily. Towns of a certain size will stay for a while and do a small social survey."

"Enough! Black Mage, stop them!" Andre shouted.

Yang Qiu ignored the others and focused his attention on the face of the black-robed ascetic monk on the opposite side: "...The royal capital of the Shika Principality is a big city with a population of nearly one million. Of course, I am also there. Interest survey-the subject of this survey is that a decent family with an annual income of tens of thousands of gold coins will die a servant in an average of several years?"

The black-robed ascetic monk who had been patiently comparing with Yang Qiu in silence, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The furious patriarchs were so shocked that they had forgotten to yell at them for a while.

Yang Qiu still didn’t care about their reaction, and talked to himself: “As far as my survey is concerned, a family with an annual income of this amount needs at least a viscountry rank, and must have an actual territory and people, or be in a principality. High-ranking gentleman in official institutions."

"I figured out a way to have friendships with these decent gatekeepers, purchasing male servants, and obtain information. The result of the investigation is... Wealth comes more from territorial taxation, manor or plantation output, almost every year. The servant had an'accident'."

"Wealth comes more from the establishment of industries, such as building schools, operating textiles, pressing oil, building factories, or operating other handicraft industries, as well as those with official income. This frequency will be lower. On average, it takes about two to three years for an accident to happen."

"What's more interesting is... after I sorted and summarized the history of many servants who served different people and died due to similar'accidents', I also discovered an interesting thing." Yang Qiu smiled coolly. , "This kind of'accidents' that frequently occur in the homes of different large households and cause healthy servants to lose their lives often do not happen to those servants who have served their masters for generations."

"Most of you should be born to decent families. Even if they are not like those who earn ten thousand dollars and have servants in groups, a few servants can still be able to raise them. I don't know if you live in your family, or in your relatives, friends, neighbors, Has anything similar happened?"

Yang Qiu put his hand on the armrest, his chin rested on the back of his hand, and stared at the black-robed ascetic monk with a smile but a smile: "Compared with the land-lost peasants that you rarely come into contact with, the servants who serve the rich should be the closest to you. It’s a commoner. It’s only then that I have come to express your sympathy for the lower class. Don’t you think it makes people laugh?”

The black robe monitored Rowell, and his tightly pressed lips trembled slightly.

At this moment, outside the magic circle barrier, behind the hills they couldn't see, there was a scream of sorrow and horror...

Although he didn't show it, Rowell, who was already a little skeptical of his life, trembled with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen.

"——Enough!" The knight Andre, whose psychological defenses had already collapsed, exclaimed desperately, "You don't have to prove that you are more correct, Black Mage! Do something!"

Yang Qiu finally remembered to take care of the poor Camel knight. He still maintained that annoying and unhurried attitude, and smiled slightly at Andre: "Don't be impatient, young man, I didn't say that. Yes, we just need to keep quiet and watch a battle that may be very strange."

The voice fell.

This group of guardians, who were fixed in place and unable to move, saw with their mouths...the noble private soldiers who had passed them murderously just two minutes ago, screaming, howling miserably, and crawling to the ground. return……

Andre: "???"

Rowell: "???"

All the patriarchs who can barely turn their upper body: "???"

Immediately afterwards, the weird and dense "chatter, chuck" sound came at the same time as the roaring babble, a large group of armored and bladed skeletons, like hungry wolves seeing plump prey, frantically from the hills Chased out from behind...

"WOWAKAKAKAAAA——!"

"Kiligulu!!"

"KualaLumpurKualaLumpur!!!"

Andre: "???"

Rowell: "???"

All the patriarchs who can barely turn their upper body: "???"

"AH! YAWAKAKAKA!"

Some skeletons saw the two sides of the magic circle, as if pointing at them in surprise and yelling.

But even so, these skeletons did not stop chasing, they still persisted in chasing those noble private soldiers.

Um... the guardians don’t understand. Of course Yang Qiu understands. These arrogant Fourth Natural Disasters are pointing at his nose and shouting, "I rely on Lao Yang here" and "Ma's this pretended criminal to run away." "Reading on the battlefield", "Is Lao Yang meeting old friends?", "I rely on that little white-faced NPC in black clothes to be so handsome"... and so on.

The black-robed ascetic monk could no longer maintain his composure, and stood up with horror on his face.

A private soldier who fled hastily fell down not far from the black-robed ascetic monk.

A few skeletons rushed up quickly to hold down the hapless egg.

Lowell couldn't help but his eyelids twitched.

...The imaginary flesh and blood flying across the board did not appear. The skeletons who knocked down this unlucky private soldier actually... worked together and efficiently took off the equipment of this private soldier...

The half-length armor with the heart-guard was taken off first, and then the wristband fixed with a strap, the belt with the dagger inserted, and even the rubber-soled high-top leather boots... all were quickly raided by these skeletons. .

Rowell: "...(°△°

It's not over yet. The hapless private soldier who was stripped of all his equipment and only his clothes was left with a strange plastic strap to tie his hands and drag them away...

The skeletons who grabbed the equipment & caught people were even more excited to let out unexplained roars such as "WAKAKAAAA", spread their legs to make a more dense "chatter, chick", and chase the next target like a carnival.

"Get rich hahahaha!"

"I still have horses! Lots of horses! Can you catch them?!"

"It's useless to catch it. Appraisal shows that ordinary horses can't be ridden by the undead!"

"Fuck!"

Players have expressed regret that the mount cannot be obtained by "capture", but the action of grabbing the prisoners and grabbing the equipment hasn't fallen at all...

It doesn’t take too many people to follow behind the cavalry of the Crusades and enter Tarantan to clean up a group of unarmed old, weak, sick and disabled. In addition, time is too short to hire serious mercenaries, so this group of private soldiers is actually Lin. Viscount Enn and the mayor of Camor took the lead in the yard thugs drawn from various plantations.

Taking care of the nursing home for the nobles can be regarded as the best destination for brave and ruthless people who are not talented enough, or who have no chance to become professional-level strong; although the combat effectiveness of such people is not comparable to that of serious professional-level people, But to clean up a troublemaker and beat up a farmer serf who didn't work honestly, it didn't need much combat effectiveness.

Even if there are discord between the nobles and they want to fight for territorial wars, the nursery thugs who usually eat and drink to raise fat and sturdy, pull it out are better than the hastily requisitioned civilian husbands.

In short...this group of private soldiers is just cannon fodder if they want to be thrown on the regular battlefield. If they want to join the caravan, they can only work as a force. Still able to stand up to the trouble.

If you play one-on-one against a player who has just completed a job change, the odds of winning cannot be said to be low.

No matter what, now this time...it happens to be the peak online period for players. All the players who brought out the "skeletons" to their relatives and friends are online. More than two hundred armored and sharp skeletons fight this group of three private soldiers. Surrounding one can still have surplus...

Not to mention that this group of private soldiers thought from the beginning that they were only here to deal with the old, weak, sick and disabled. They were not mentally prepared to fight a group of skeletons three times as many as them. They even ignored a decent formation. The classic beating formation, the long snake formation, ran into the opposite side of the players...

In short, the girls did not lose unjustly.

After half an hour.

The black robe supervised Rowell, taking a stiff and heavy step, returned to the wooden chair Yang Qiu gave him, and sat down slowly with a sad expression on his face.

Two hundred guardians, including Camor Knight Andre, were silent collectively.

The private soldiers who fled across the mountains and plains with their feet were all caught back by the skeletons who spread their thin legs much faster than them.

All the private soldiers enjoyed the treatment of being stripped clean from head to toe as long as they could be considered as equipment. They were dragged back with their tied hands in despair and despair, and when they were squatting on the ground. Nothing too much response...

They are not dead.

These terrible skeletons did not kill them.

That's right... because this group of private soldiers, who have a psychological advantage only when dealing with unarmed civilians, didn't remember the relationship of resistance, they didn't suffer much injury...Anyone with a swollen nose and a swollen nose fell on their own.

"It's really good enough." Yang Qiu smiled and nodded to Rowell who was sitting back.

Black-robed ascetic monk: "..."

Yang Qiu was not over yet, and continued to insert a knife into Rowell's heart: "The evil undead actually rescued the defenseless old, weak, sick and disabled from the righteous aristocratic army. I don't know what the black robe monitor thinks?"

Black-robed ascetic monk: "..."

Andre bit his scalp and spoke up for the leader: "We all admit that...this reality is indeed...but it doesn't prove that you will always be right, the black mage, it's just that...there will always be Unexpected things happen, nothing more."

"Why say something you are not sure about yourself, young man." Yang Qiu said calmly, "Just as you accused me of cruel behavior to a certain jazz, and I think my behavior should prove that this is my innocence. The same kind of compassion held by the victimized teenagers, cruelty or compassion, justice or evil, right or wrong, are actually just people's definitions of the same thing from their own standpoint."

"The evil undead creatures looted the soldiers of the noble army, snatched their outfits, and tied them up like pigs and sheep. This behavior is evil. But if the undead creatures are added, they can only be saved. The prerequisite for the weak to slaughter the neck, this kind of behavior seems to be just."

Speaking of this, Yang Qiu laughed: "Evil, justice, to put it bluntly, it just depends on how people define it. Someone is always right. Saying this can only prove that you have not grown up, young man. I never The advertised is right... The old man does things as long as he has a clear conscience."

Andre turned his face and lowered his head.

A strong sense of shame embarrassed this 100-year-old "young man"...

Having been silently observing the black robe of the black magician, Supervisor Rowell, he finally spoke: "This is...your belief, Yang, what you are pursuing is a clear path?"

"Yes." Yang Qiu said calmly, "I experienced guilt when I was young, and I have to say that it was extremely uncomfortable. You know, Rowell, the caster cannot act like your ascetic monks. The divinity is the anchor, and the righteous deity of faith is regarded as one's own path, and it is enough to go on unswervingly. Once the caster has doubts about his persistence, he will not be far from losing control."

"Because you realize how dangerous guilt is, it is especially important to have a clear conscience." Yang Qiu smiled frankly, "whatever you think I am cruel to a certain jazz, these evil evils that you think are filthy and unbearable. The undead are nothing but a means of doing things. As long as the purpose is to make me worthy of my heart, it doesn’t matter whether it is cruel or mercy, justice or evil."

"I understand." Rowell raised his hand to stop the opponent, deeply regretting why he wanted to be curious about the powerful secret of this black mage... even he himself was shaken by the words of this crazy black mage. This kind of language, which is no less foul language than the ancient gods, is really not suitable for the apologists to hear, "This is the end of Cammor. Andre?"

"...Yes." Andre still lowered his head, refusing to let Yang Qiu see his embarrassed face.

The other party directly expressed a compromising attitude. Of course, Yang Qiu is not someone who insists on arguing about winning or losing. He immediately smiled and said: "It's best to resolve the misunderstanding, but Lowell monitors. If you have the opportunity next time, you are welcome. Come to Tarantan."

Anyway, it is a neighbor who will get along for a long time in the future. Of course, Yang Qiu will not make the relationship with the Saints Corps too stiff...

This is the second time Yang Qiu has mentioned Tarantan meaningfully.

Of course Rowell understood the meaning of the black magician, and took a deep look at Yang Qiu: "...Okay."

Although the black robe supervisor still doubts the principle of Yang Qiu's ignorance of mental pollution...but the other party can indeed forcibly create a space full of **** without being affected, which is enough to prove that the single person has been entangled with the lunatics of the Lieyang Church for many years. The Nightmare Butcher, who is still unscathed, possesses enough strength to make people fearful.

As for how Yang Qiu would deal with the civilians he brought to Tarantan, and the private soldiers of the nobles who became prisoners... Rowell didn't bother to deal with it. After the big deal, he returned the military expenses paid by Viscount Linn.

Before leading the team to leave, Rowell noticed that the undead who were full of unknown languages ​​were shouting something around the downcast private soldier, he couldn't help but glanced more curiously.

"What are they doing?" A white-robed ascetic monk couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

Yang Qiu said that he respected the ascetic monk and was not talking about it, and he politely explained to the white-robed ascetic monk: "It's nothing, it's just an auction."

Ascetic monk in white robe: "..."

Guardians: "..."

Rowell: "..."

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