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"No...no! Stop! Stop it for me!"

Joyce Andre roared in horror.

He was swinging his body anxiously, wanting to leave the horse's back, rushing out of the damn magic circle to stop those people, but he couldn't do it... The magic trap's time limit is not over yet, neither he nor his horse can Half a step away from where he was, and his voice could not be heard by people outside the barrier.

The private soldiers with sharp knives maintained the loose formation that could be easily broken up by a few cavalrymen who knew how to cooperate, and passed by the enchantment of the magic circle.

"These things are really capable of running, and they actually ran to such a deep place."

"I've had enough of this shitless place, hurry up and go back and have a drink or two..."

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

Even if Andre has only accepted the narrow etiquette, respect and chivalry that are only open to the "high class" since he was sensible, he has never thought of caring about those unseemly low class people in his life for more than a hundred years , but at least Andre is not a person who can turn a blind eye to "audible cries".

He has seen those civilians in Zhido District twice, and even remembered the appearance of some of them. It is impossible for Andre to let him sit and watch these people being slaughtered at a close distance without being moved. It can be done-and anyone who is even remotely human can't do it.

"...Black Mage!"

Yang Qiu, who was flipping through the book leisurely, raised his head slightly, and met the knight with tearing eyes.

"Why are you angry at me, young man?" Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Which one of you here dares to say that he has never done such a thing?"

"Bullshit!"

"What nonsense!"

The apologists, who were also shocked and angry by the changes outside the magic circle, began to curse at one another.

"Okay, then let me put it another way..." Yang Qiu still didn't intend to stand up, and was still sitting firmly on the chair, "More than 100 years ago, when I was traveling in various countries on the Nabalun continent, every time I passed by a certain scale towns, we will stay for a while to do a small social survey.”

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

Yang Qiu ignored the others, and only focused his gaze on the face of the ascetic monk in black robe opposite: "...the royal capital of the Principality of Shiga is a big city with a population of nearly one million. A survey of interest—the subject of this survey is, how many years does a decent family with an annual income of more than ten thousand gold coins die a servant?"

The eyelids of the ascetic monk in black who had been silently and patiently compared with Yang Qiu could not help but twitch.

The frightened and angry apologists were so stunned that they forgot to curse for a moment.

Yang Qiu still didn't care about their reactions, and talked eloquently to himself: "According to my investigation, a family whose annual income can reach this amount needs at least the title of Viscount, and must also have actual territory and people, or be in the Principality. A gentleman who occupies a high position in an official institution."

"I tried to make friends with the gatekeepers and purchasing servants of these respectable families, and obtained information. The result of the investigation is...the wealth comes from the taxation of the territory, the output of the manor or plantation, almost every year. The servant had an 'accident'."

"More wealth comes from building industries, such as building schools, running textiles, oil extraction, building factories, or other handicrafts, and families with official income on the surface. This frequency is lower. , on average, there will be one 'accident' every two to three years."

"What's more interesting is... after I categorized and summarized the origins of many servants who served in different families and died due to similar 'accidents', I also discovered an interesting thing." Yang Qiu smiled coolly , "This kind of 'accident' that frequently occurs in the homes of different big families and will cause healthy servants to lose their lives often does not happen to those servants who have served the master's family for generations."

"Most of you should be born in respectable families. Even if they don't have many servants like those who earn ten thousand dollars a year, a few servants can afford to support them. I don't know if you are in your family, or your relatives, friends, or neighbors. Has anything like this ever happened?"

Yang Qiu put his hand on the armrest, resting his chin on the back of his hand, staring at the black-robed ascetic with a half-smile: "Compared to the landless peasants you rarely come into contact with, the servants who serve the rich should be the closest to you. The civilians. Don’t you think it makes people laugh to express your care and compassion for the lower class at this time?”

The black robe supervised Rowell, his tightly pursed lips trembling slightly.

At this time, outside the magic circle, behind the hills they couldn't see, there was a shrill and frightened scream...

Although he didn't show it, Rowell, who had doubts about his life, trembled with his clasped hands in front of his belly.

"—Enough!" The knight Andre, whose psychological defense had already collapsed, cried out in despair, "There is no need to prove you are more correct, black magician! Do something!"

Only then did Yang Qiu remember to talk to the poor Kamer Cavalier, he still maintained that irritated unhurried attitude, and smiled slightly at Andre: "Don't worry, young man, didn't I say that Well, we'll just have to keep quiet and watch a fight that might turn out to be very interesting."

The voice fell.

The group of apologists, who were fixed in place and unable to move, were stunned to see... the noble private soldiers who passed by them just 2 minutes ago in a murderous manner, screaming and howling, rolled and crawled to the ground. return……

Andre: "??"

Rowell: "??"

All the apologists who could barely turn their upper body: "???"

Immediately afterwards, there were strange and dense sounds of "cha, cha" and chaotic screams, and a large group of armored and bladed skeletons, like a pack of hungry wolves seeing a fat prey, crazily came from the hills. Chased out from behind...

"WOWAKAKAKAAAAA——!"

"Grumbling!!"

"KualaLumpurKualaLumpur!!"

Andre: "??"

Rowell: "??"

All the apologists who could barely turn their upper body: "???"

"AH! YAWAKAKAKA!"

Seeing the two parties in the magic circle, a skeleton pointed at them in surprise and screamed.

But even so, these skeletons did not stop their pursuit, and they continued to chase those noble private soldiers persistently.

Hmm... the apologists couldn't understand, but of course Yang Qiu could understand, the gang of arrogant fourth natural disasters were pointing at his nose, shouting "I rely on Lao Yang to be here", "What's this pretender to run away?" Reading on the battlefield", "Is Lao Yang meeting his old friends", "I am so handsome because of that little boy in black clothes"... and so on.

The black-robed ascetic could no longer maintain his composure, and stood up with a face full of horror.

A private soldier who fled in a hurry happened to fall not far from the black-robed ascetic.

A few skeletons quickly rushed up to hold the unlucky guy down.

Rowell's eyelids twitched.

...The imaginary blood and flesh did not appear, but the skeletons who knocked down this hapless private soldier actually... worked together and efficiently took off the equipment of this private soldier...

The half-body armor with the breastplate was taken off first, followed by the wristbands fixed with straps, the belt with the dagger inserted in it, and even the high-top leather boots with rubber soles...all were swiftly looted by these skeletons .

Rowell: "...(°△°)"

This is not over yet, this unlucky private soldier who was stripped of all his equipment and only his clothes were left on his body, tied his hands with a strange plastic strap to these skeletons and dragged him away...

The skeletons who grabbed the equipment and caught the people were even more excited to make unexplained roars like "WAKAKAAAAA", and spread their legs to make more intensive "cha, cha" sounds, chasing the next target like carnival.

"Get rich hahahaha!"

"I still have horses! So many horses! Can you catch them?!"

"It's useless to be able to catch it. The identification technique shows that ordinary horses can't be ridden by us undead!"

"Fuck!"

Players expressed their regret that they could not obtain mounts by "capturing", but the action of catching prisoners and grabbing equipment did not fall at all...

It doesn't take too many people to follow the crusader cavalry and enter the outskirts of Tarantan to clean up a group of unarmed, old, weak, sick and disabled. In addition, there is too little time to hire serious mercenaries, so these private soldiers are actually forest soldiers. Headed by the Viscount En and the mayor of Camor, the guards were drawn from various plantations.

Guarding homes for nobles can be regarded as the best destination for brave and ruthless people who are not talented enough or have no chance to become professional-level powerhouses; although the combat effectiveness of such people is not comparable to serious professional-level people, But it doesn't take a lot of fighting power to clean up a bunch of troublemakers and beat up peasants and serfs who don't work honestly.

Even if there was a quarrel between the nobles and they wanted to fight a territorial war, it would be better to pull out the guards who were well-fed and healthy than the hastily requisitioned civilian husbands.

In short... These private soldiers are just cannon fodder if they are thrown on the regular battlefield. It's still doable.

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

However, at this point in time... It happens to be the peak period for players online. All the players who bring out the "bones" to their relatives and friends are online. There are more than 200 armored and sharp skeletons. One can still have a surplus...

Not to mention that this group of private soldiers thought from the very beginning that they were only here to deal with the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and they were not mentally prepared to fight a skeleton army that was three times their size. The classic beating formation, the one-word long snake formation, collided with the players...

In short, the girls are not wronged.

After half an hour.

The black-robed supervisor Rowell walked back to the wooden chair Yang Qiu gave him with stiff and heavy steps, and sat down slowly with a painful expression on his face.

The [-] apologists, including Cavalier Andre, fell silent collectively.

The private soldiers who spread their feet and fled all over the mountains and plains were all caught 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 regarded as equipment, and they were dragged back with their hands tied and squatting on the ground in a daze. no big reaction...

They didn't die.

These terrifying skeletons did not kill them.

That's right...Because this group of private soldiers who only have a psychological advantage when dealing with unarmed civilians didn't think about the relationship between resistance, they didn't suffer many injuries...Everything with black noses and swollen faces was thrown by themselves.

"It's really unique enough." Yang Qiu smiled and nodded to Rowell who sat back.

Ascetic monk in black robe: "..."

Yang Qiu was not finished yet, and continued to stab Rowell with a knife in the heart: "The evil undead actually rescued the unarmed old, weak, sick and disabled from the righteous noble army. I don't know what the black-robed supervisor thinks?"

Ascetic monk in black robe: "..."

Andre bit the bullet and opened his mouth for the leader: "We all admit... this reality is true... but it doesn't prove that you are always right, black magician, it's just that... there will always be people in the world. Unexpected things happen, that's all."

"Why say something that you are not sure about yourself, young man." Yang Qiu said calmly, "Just as you accused me of cruel behavior against a certain knight before, I think my behavior should prove that it is my cruelty to innocent people." Just like the compassion held by the victimized teenager, cruelty or compassion, justice or evil, right or wrong, are actually just people’s definitions of the same thing based on their own positions.”

"The evil undead creatures plundered the soldiers of the noble army, snatched their outfits, and tied them up like pigs and sheep. Such behavior is evil. But if the undead creatures save the only The precondition of the weak who is eager to kill, such behavior seems to be just."

Speaking of this, Yang Qiu laughed: "Evil, justice, to put it bluntly, it depends on how people define it. Someone is always right, and saying such things only proves that you have not grown up, young man. I never The label is correct... the old man does things, as long as he has a clear conscience."

Andre turned his face away and lowered his head.

The strong sense of shame made this "young man" over 100 years old very embarrassed...

The black-cloaked inspector Rowell, who had been silently observing the black magician, finally spoke: "Is this... your belief, Yang, what you pursue is a path without shame?"

"Yeah." Yang Qiu said calmly, "I experienced guilt when I was young, and I have to say, it's really uncomfortable. You know, Rowell, spellcasters can't use gods like you ascetics. The divinity of God is the anchor, and the orthodox priesthood 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 is not far from losing control."

"Just because you realize how dangerous guilt is, it's especially important to have a clear conscience." Yang Qiu smiled frankly, "It doesn't matter what you think I am cruel to a certain knight, these evils that are filthy in your eyes Regardless of whether the undead are just a means to do things, as long as the purpose is to make me feel ashamed, it doesn't matter whether it is cruel or compassionate, righteous or evil."

"I understand." Rowell raised his hand to stop the other party, 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 than that of the ancient gods, is really not suitable for the apologists to hear, "This is the end of the matter of Camor. Andre?"

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

The other party directly expressed a compromising attitude. Of course, Yang Qiu is not the one who insists on verbally arguing to win or lose. He immediately smiled and said: "It would be best to clear up the misunderstanding, Supervisor Luo Wei, if you have a chance next time, you are welcome Come to Tarantan again."

Anyway, they are neighbors who will get along with each other for a long time in the future. Of course, Yang Qiu will not make the relationship with the Holy Priests too stiff...

This is the second time Yang Qiu mentioned Tarantan meaningfully.

Of course Rowell understood what the black magician meant, and took a deep look at Yang Qiu: "...OK."

Although the black-robed inspector still has doubts about Yang Qiu's reason for ignoring spiritual pollution...but the other party was indeed able to forcibly create a space filled with the breath of hell without being affected by himself, which is enough to prove that a single person has been entangled with the lunatics of the Lieyang Church for many years The Nightmare Butcher, who was still unscathed, possessed enough strength to make people dread.

As for how Yang Qiu will deal with the civilians he brought to Tarantan, and the private soldiers of the nobles who have been taken prisoner... Rowell will not bother to care about it. At worst, he will return the military expenses paid by Viscount Lynn.

Before leading the team to leave, Rowell noticed that the undead who spoke an unknown language were yelling something loudly around the dejected private soldiers, so he couldn't help but look a few more times 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, he was not lying, and explained politely to the white-robed ascetic monk: "It's nothing, it's just an auction."

White-robed ascetic monk: "..."

Apologists: "..."

Rowell: "..."