Ark: I adopted Seria at the beginning

"Young man, if you want to sow discord now, you should come here at least a few years earlier. Now the conflicts between us and the Tara people are not that serious. They are a group of poor people like us. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I I thought you would publish some profound theory, but this is it?"

The people below added their own curses, and then threw all the garbage in their hands at the male painter.

The Tala people have not come out to cause trouble for several years, and they only want to make money.

And most of the people sitting here are miners in the mine, and the Tara people are also in the Scorpio Group's mine, and they are basically colleagues with many people present.

There is no need to make meaningless slander against them now.

That's really boring.

And after spending time together, they found that the Tara people seemed no different from them, and were not as scary as Victoria's group of nobles who were inferior to pigs and dogs said.

Many people are relatively amiable and even have their own culture.

Moreover, the official persecution of the Tara people in Victoria has become much smaller, although the law still does not recognize them as legal residents of Victoria.

But at least it won't stop people from going to the city to work.

"Open the door! The Victoria City Defense Bureau is sending you some warmth. It is said that someone here is spreading separatist remarks!"

Just when the male painter, who was standing at the wine table and wanted to continue his speech to arouse people's consciousness of struggle, was about to say something else, the tavern was kicked out with a bang by a group of big men in armor.

Then he surrounded everyone in the tavern.

Obviously, the hotel owner was still afraid that he would be implicated, so he called the police the moment before his death.

"Damn it, this tavern owner doesn't keep his word, and even cheated me out of a pound, but at least I don't have to do anything..."

Abrana lowered the hood on his head. He didn't want to be seen by the city defense army. In the eyes of ordinary people, his race was just an ordinary Vaifan, but in the eyes of the military, To the human eye, he is an out-and-out Draco.

"Sir, are you the one who just gave the speech?"

A strong man holding a huge crossbow slowly moved his body closer to the male painter standing on the wine table.

At the same time, he also took out a note and carefully compared the characteristics of the characters mentioned to him by the tavern owner above.

He has a mustache, a thin build, and holds a paintbrush in his hand.

It seems that he was indeed right.

"Oh~ Sir, before arresting me, why can't you listen to what I said first? For a better future, I have absolutely no intention of splitting the great Victoria Empire. I just want to propose some solutions of my own to the current situation. .”

"Then please sir, please briefly explain what the method you mentioned is."

The young male painter bowed lightly, and then said very respectfully: "Actually, I think the solution to the current situation is very simple, that is to completely drive the Tara people out of our country, confiscate all their assets, and then To support our great Victoria so that we have more food and resources to support our great empire."

Oh, it turned out to be a madman.

The soldiers who came to the scene all looked at each other, their eyes full of ridicule for this person.

Except that the face of the city defense officer in front of him was getting more and more ugly, and there was even a trace of disgust.

At the same time, the city defense officer in front of him had already put his crossbow on the bowstring in the dark.

He couldn't let such a dangerous person leave this tavern alive. Others might not know it clearly, but he was a clean man.

The reason why he is able to manage all the defense work in this mobile city is not actually because he knows how to flatter those nobles.

Mainly because he has a keenness to the coming crisis that no one else has.

Take the recent situation as an example. He has eliminated nearly 10 rebel groups, and he has detected and eliminated them all before they were ready to cause trouble.

Even the nobles above him were very respectful to him. Even though he was very straightforward, he often angered many nobles. For example, he often told gossips and embarrassing things about certain nobles.

But almost no noble dared to point out his work content, and they were even eager to give him a promotion and a salary increase.

No one dares to joke with his own life. Since the nobles have such a high status and property, they do not want to enjoy it. If they do not enjoy it, others will confiscate their homes. Moreover, he is indeed capable of taking on the responsibility of protecting the stability of the city. .

It's just that they have a bad mouth, and they haven't touched any bottom line. The nobles are actually not that small.

What the superiors want now is stability rather than nonsense. This city defense officer also knows the temperament of the nobles very well.

Basically, they have a certain way of doing things, and they don't care much about the private affairs of this group of nobles. At most, they talk to their subordinates.

It was not his function to manage and judge that group of nobles.

In other words, the judge is also incompetent.

"Okay, sir, please continue discussing your great theory at your place of residence. Now I must take you away from prison for trial."

Maybe you have no chance of going to jail.

"It's okay sir, I have a book brewing in my mind. Prison is a nice place, where it is quiet and no one disturbs me. I believe that my great era is just around the corner!"

"Okay, okay, I'm looking forward to your work, but I hope I can see it within 100 years."

"Trust me, you'll see it when I get out of jail."

Let’s see if I can find you in hell when I die. If I do, I will definitely read your masterpiece.

The city defense officer sneered, then took off his handcuffs from his waist and cuffed the man in front of him.

Then he pulled him out of the tavern.

Abrana looked at the city defense officer leaving the tavern. When this sturdy city defense officer left the tavern, the big stone hanging in her heart immediately fell.

She had heard the name of this city defense officer for a long time, which was why she didn't dare to cause trouble now.

......

"Sir, this doesn't seem to be the direction to the Security Bureau."

Only then did the male painter feel that something was not right. Why did this group of people take him to an alley?

He remembered that the city's Guards Bureau seemed to be built next to the University of Victoria.

"According to Victoria's law, traitors will be punished with death, and now in order not to trouble the judge above, please allow me to put you on trial."

Before the male painter could react, one of the city defense officer's men had already drawn a bow and shot a shot through his throat.

The force of the bow and arrow was very strong, and when it penetrated, it caused a beheading effect. The connection between the head and the body was directly torn in half by the powerful force.

A crisis was successfully resolved by the city defense officer.

"It's a pity that you came to Victoria instead of Kazdaele. That kind of populism doesn't work here."