A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

The deep realm is also densely covered with fog and rivers, but the environment under the hurricane is not suitable for laying short-distance cross-air railways. The main means of transportation and commerce must rely on airships. Merchant ships are also of great help to dominate the shipping routes.

It can be said that Cloris is utterly devoted to the Church of the Sun. Maxi can't find any faults in her suggestions. Every one of them is a good way to govern the world. The huge profits visible to the naked eye will be generated.

This is acceptable.

He will be in charge of the governance that the Duke's Mansion does not do, and then Luentia will not be jealous of anyone's support.

With the support of the Gospel Rehabilitation Institute, Maxi found that after the church allocated a large amount of funds, it made him hate those villains who used to eat cards, and he didn't realize that he was also one of the big rats.

At the same time, this further proves the advantages of investing in Cloris—this girl can save more money for the church in addition to being efficient.

The Church of the Sun does not have a precise grasp and use of the power of the will like the Grace House, but Maxi can feel the rising faith, which will become his real political achievements and contribute to future development.

At the end of June, half a month after Veronica informed her of the abnormal situation in Liberty Square, the snow in the city that never sleeps has already reached ankles.

Prisna was paid by her to the city that never sleeps, mainly to avoid the disaster of Luentia, and with various delays during the wind season, it is normal to not return within two or three months.

After Prisna left, the team of the Valint family was still there, and this was Prisna's vote of honor—at this moment, even if Cloris wanted to take the businesswoman out of the picture, it would be a piece of cake.

Of course, there is no doubt about the employment, Cloris is not so low-handed, even if she steals the corner of the Valint family, she will not be able to find a suitable manager in a short time.

The Church of the Sun's arrest of the Grace House is still going on. It seems to be influenced by Cloris. Some sergeants have followed suit, looking for wealthy and powerless families to search and label them cultists. For such things, Lucas Reinhardt also hated it deeply. Later, the captain of the knight detachment told the girl that this kind of thing happened from time to time during the great purification to eliminate heresy and heresy, and often caused family ruin.

During this period of time, Cloris fed the sergeants under Lucas with the gains from raiding the leader of the gang. They also did their best in everything they did, and they cooperated happily with each other.

At the junction of Laning Street and Shenfeng Lake, the monks of the Evangelical Correctional Institute have ordered workers to clear out an open space, and built a two-story resettlement house with stones and cement for ventilation. Sleep, the conditions are not good.

In the first day after the resettlement area was built, hundreds of vicious cases occurred.Cloris personally attended the scene, sorted out the refugees in batches, and sent all the men and women who had committed crimes to the mines of the Church of the Sun. Even the theft and fights were no exception. After the people were taken away by the sergeants, Cloris practiced consecutive sittings and asked each group of refugees to supervise each other, which curbed the atmosphere of chaos.

The labor force must be arranged, even if they are asked to run to the playground every day, they must not be idle, otherwise these refugees will easily cause accidents when they are full of energy.You must know that the refugee gathering place around Shenfeng Lake openly sells human flesh. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a purgatory on earth, and these people may also be mixed in the crowd.

This made Cloris quite annoyed—compared with the citizens with identity certificates, she could not give these refugees better treatment under the condition of limited supplies, and it was impossible for them to flood into the commercial port again in an orderly manner. But such differential treatment always breeds resentment among some people, who spread rumors about her in private.

The citizens must be grateful to Cloris, and there are many vulnerable men, women and children among the refugees who thank her for giving her a way out. However, there are still some villains whose forces are deeply rooted and whose brains are filled with beastiality and wildness. They have been eager to confuse the refugees. They broke through the fence set by Cloris and bit off a piece of fat.

"Who is that little slut showing her arrogance? She treats you like beasts, eats less than anyone else, and does more than anyone else. Look at the feasting and feasting on the opposite side, those luxurious men, What are they doing, what are you doing? The little sluts force you to carry stones, dredge the river, and make you work in the stinking garbage dump every day, I just ask—why?!"

Barrett was born in a town on the surrounding islands of Hurricane Island, from the Mist River upstream to Shenfeng Lake.His hometown is dominated by fisheries. After the fog invaded, the river diverted and the fish moved. The specialty crops that grew well in the deep world were difficult to eat due to excessive radiation. Even human beings had eroded flesh crystals due to radiation sickness. .

But fortunately, after the bad meat was cut off, the other clean parts could barely be eaten after being boiled with an anti-radiation solvent, so Barrett was saved from starvation death.

He once thought that there would be a way out of the prosperous and prosperous city that never sleeps. After paying the smugglers the property he robbed from others, Balit finally came to this dream... Purgatory.

Here, Balit finally understands that human nature is useless, so he perfectly inherits the animal nature awakened in his hometown. He will no longer worry about hunger and thirst, and at the same time, he will never turn back.

During this time, a mysterious person came to him and asked him to set off a riot in the resettlement area.The visitor offered guns and weapons, and as long as he accepted, the prosperity of the city was at hand.

Of course Barit knew the gap between himself and the city guards, but the mysterious man also said that he was not the only one in the riots at that time, and he was not the only one. , This made Barrett a little moved.And when the mysterious man endowed him with unprecedented power, the little leader of the refugees no longer had any reason to doubt.

Under this power, he can plunder everything in the world.

"It's not so good... After all, without her resettlement, most people would not be able to survive." said the refugee who slept in the same bunk as Barit.

"Do you think you can survive like this? With regard to Luofeng River and the water quality, she actually asked us to go down to dig out disgusting pollutants. If you die of illness, do you still have to be grateful to her?"

"The reformatory will distribute protective clothing..." the refugee retorted weakly.

"Protective clothing? You mean the kind of broken plastic bag? How did that person get infected with the germs the day before yesterday? Besides, the waste in the river is still full of parasites. Do you think the protective clothing she gave can be used?"

"Protective clothing has an instruction manual. It must be worn completely without leaving any gaps. The person infected with germs unzipped the zipper and went out to breathe..."

"Snapped."

Barrett slapped the refugee's head against the brick wall with his palm. The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the hot flames spread toward him, making him scream.

Ba Lite punched again, the strength far surpassing that of ordinary people smashed the opponent's teeth, and the shriek suddenly turned into a hoarse whimper.He said, "Are you defending that bitch so badly that you don't see my brothers doing well?" He said to the people around him, "You have all seen that this bastard who is used to being a domestic animal is not doing well. I miss you, look, that bustling brilliance is only a few hundred meters away from you, but you can only wait in this dark, stinky room for them to give away the leftovers..."

"You just tell us what to do." A refugee with a scar on his face said in a low voice.

"How to do it, hehe..." He walked to the place where the luggage was piled up, and used the key to open the box that the mysterious man gave him a few days ago——

firearm.

The pitch-black gun body is exactly the same as the weapon used by the mercenaries in the Voyager Bar back then. As long as the trigger is pulled, it can leave a big hole in the wall.

"I did," said the man with the scar on his face.

There were more than a dozen people in this room, and there were many outlaws among them. Even though the others were feeling uneasy, they had no choice but to accept it under coercion.

"Hehehe, I'll use you to add to the fun." Barrett grinned grimly at the man whose face was covered with blisters, and aimed his gun at the back of his head.

"Please, please, don't—"

In the cry of despair, the world suddenly went dark, but the temperature, emotions, and the pain of dying still exist.

Flames fluttered in the dark.

The barrel of the gun was stuck with black silk, and Cloris was followed by a sergeant from the Church of the Sun. She sighed: "Sometimes, I can't distinguish between good people and bad people, or it doesn't make sense to distinguish between good and bad. More people will be wasted the chance to survive."

She twisted Barit's wrist with a thread, allowing the refugee to escape. The girl said to the accompanying nun, "Take him for treatment."

If she hadn't received reports from enthusiastic refugees that there were strange people speaking strange things here, she might have waited until after the riots to learn about these villains hiding among the refugees.

His hand was severed, but Barrett did not utter any cry of pain. He stared blankly at the black blood dripping from his wrist, sticky and rotten, like tar.

"Hey, hey..." Barrett gave a gloomy smile, and he looked at Cloris with a smirk, cold, vicious, terrifying, and full of possessiveness, "Woman, you will know—"

Cloris sensed that something was wrong, she raised her toy gun and aimed at the man with a single shot.

The back wall was opened, and Barrett's torso flew out in the form of flesh foam, and rotten black tar flowed all over the ground.

"Don't touch the blood, Jessica, purify it with divine magic." Cloris stopped the sergeant and ordered another young nun.

The nun was transferred from Drunken Country. Although she had seen many dead people in the city that never sleeps, how could she have encountered such a brutal method of killing?After confirming that Barrett couldn't die any more, and didn't turn into any monster, she endured the thought of vomiting, walked forward under the leadership of Cloris, and performed purification.

"I'm aware of what he might become," Cloris said, "but maybe, I should continue to let him change. We don't know much about the current mutation, so we should learn more."

She was calm and cold, and shocked all the refugees present.

Cloris turned her head to look at the scarred face beside her: "What did you say before?"

"No, nothing..."

The head flew up.

Cloris clapped her hands and said to a young man who was huddled in the corner: "You know that I am implementing a continuous sitting system? Jem, you have made a good report. Now I will give you a chance, whether you are out of good intentions or maliciously , Whether you want to save or slander, now, in this room, who is a good person and who is a wicked person is up to you to decide."

To put it bluntly, even if Cloris wants everyone in the room to die now, no one will talk too much.Instead, the other refugees clapped their hands and cheered, thanking them for the loss of a dozen people fighting for rations.

Immediately, everyone turned their expectant and pleading eyes on the young man, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

Of course he could save everyone, but...

"Jilla, old dog, they helped me." In the huge room, Jem only pointed to a young man with a disheveled face and an old man with gray temples.

"Jem, you can't do this, have you forgotten me—" a refugee shouted in a threatening tone, "You forgot how you survived?!"

Jem's throat was dry and hot, and he said in a broken cry, "You shut up!"

"Little lady," the refugee flattered, "don't listen to this vicious son of a bitch, he's a bastard who ate his brother to survive!"

"You and Barrett made me do it!" cried Jem. "He's only six, and you sent me away and lied to me—"

"I'm lying to you? At that time, you were so hungry that your chest was pressed against your back. You really don't know what's in that pot? If you really don't know, why is poor little Jamie missing, and his ruthless brother didn't even ask?" The refugee said to Cloris sadly, "Miss, this wolf cub is vicious. When those women begged him, I didn't see him showing mercy!"

"You made me!" Jem said hysterically. "If I don't, they'll, they'll kill me!"

"So you rape (violently) and kill others!" The refugee's eyes showed excitement and viciousness.

"No..." Jem's voice trailed off, "it's not like that..."

"I know there's a lot out there, but are you going to decide to be a good person?" Cloris picked up Barrett's gun, loaded it, and she pushed back the nun, handing the shotgun to him. For the teenagers, only the sergeants are left around.

"Miss Cloris, I think—" Jem gave a smile that was worse than crying.

"You decide, whoever dies lives." After Cloris finished speaking, she stopped looking at him. The girl walked out and looked at the bright lights in the direction of the commercial port.

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out.

"Miss Cloris!" the sergeant shouted in panic.

"Who died?"

"This brat, this brat..." The sergeant's trembling voice was full of shock, "This brat swallowed a gun and killed himself!"

"..."

Cloris didn't know what to say. After Jem died, the sergeant in the room immediately controlled everyone.

Some sergeants looked dazed, and the captain among them took off the helmet of the Knights and stared at the headless corpse.

Cloris said: "The two he named stay here, and the others can be sent to the mine."

"Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Cloris left with the nervous nun, but before she left the resettlement area, a member of the former Indigo Society rushed to her and reported to her:

"Miss Cloris, the news came just now that the slaves in the mine rioted collectively, and now the mountains are completely out of control!"

249. Dead change

The strong wind pierces through the forest, the short and thick pile plants remain motionless, and the soft tall grass falls down. Under the screen cliff, the railway track stretches into a dark tunnel with no end, and the dilapidated dim light is dripping with creamy solid The frozen blood, the broken limbs are like scattered building blocks, accumulated in the foundation of the soil, and cannot build a high-rise building.

Slaves are still the most popular commodity in Pingfeng Town. Thanks to the riots in the mining area, the mining companies under the Church of the Sun will soon fall into a state of manpower shortage again. At that time, the price of slaves will surely usher in a short-term rise.

Tunnels are the only way out for the violent slaves. Under the violent hurricane, it is impossible for them to cross the mountains alive. As long as the authorities of the city that never sleeps block the exit and cut off supplies, they can wait for work and let the violent slaves fend for themselves.

Two "heavy cavalry", sixteen exoskeleton armored infantrymen, and hundreds of guards with live ammunition blocked the tunnel. They set up roadblocks to reject horses, and two heavy artillery were directed towards the cave.In the tavern outside the blockade, the slaves were chained to their hands, feet and necks. They were forced by the slave owners to watch the dark red scene in the tunnel. They shivered in the ice and snow, trembling with fear. Hungry and cold amid laughter.

"Squeak."

A servant pushed open the closed door and said to a potbellied businessman inside: "Master, No. 39 also froze to death."

"Hahaha, Samuel, I said that your goods are all defective, Dole, you tell your master, how many minutes did you last on the 39th?"

The servant looked at Samuel hesitantly. The latter blew his beard and stared, "Say!"

"44 minutes, sir."

"It's not yet three quarters of an hour, what a pity, Samuel, according to the odds, you have to give me one hundred Aegis."

Some people in the tavern cheered and whistled, as if they had won the money.

"Unfortunately, Leo, send that useless bastard to the slaughterhouse." Samuel took out a check from the explorer's bank from his pocket, wrote the number on it and handed it to the other side, and said with a sinister smile, "The ones on the front are just waste." Food and feed, I have raised hundreds of healthy and good ones, Patrick, do you want to play something more interesting?"

"Go ahead, Master Samuel, as long as I don't default on my debts, I can do whatever I want." Patrick the businessman taunted eccentrically.

"Now we don't bet on whose slave can live longer. Let's compare who can stay longer in the snow. Whoever's slave dies first will lose."

"It's simple, I'll get one too." Another slave trader came over, "These violent slaves will make the mine unable to work for a month or two, and it's a waste of food to raise a lot of waste. Why don't we dispose of a batch of them? Other lowly slaves improve the food."

"And me, hehehe, it's boring to let the slaves freeze, why don't I open an additional market and pull an angle cage outside?" Another slave trader said with a smile, he turned his head and looked at the corner. A fat man asked, "Anthony, don't you claim to be able to train (train) the best slaves? How about taking out the gladiators you raised for fun?"

"Dog, I have at least a thousand aegis for domesticating a gladiator. You don't want to touch my slave with a pariah!" Anthony yelled, "Do you think I regard human life as nothing like you?!"

Anthony's words made the tavern freeze for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Samuel hammered the table and said, "I heard you right. It turns out that Master Anthony is a first-class benevolent man. It's amazing, it's really amazing." Immediately, he changed the subject and looked closely at him, "Then why did you come to Pingfeng Town to ship again?"

Anthony was at a loss for words, his eyes dodged, and he could only yell: "No matter what, I am doing business, how can I kill like you?"

Anthony's business orientation is high-quality slave training. He has mastered several foreign languages, is proficient in cooking, potion refining, housekeeping management, oil painting art, piano performance and other skills. , medical skills, service and other skills of the slave team, mainly for the nobles to train high-quality and loyal slaves.

He and Maxi belong to the same breed. He feels that he has a higher moral quality than his colleagues, and he disdains to sell slaves as pigs and dogs. Sell ​​to customers in a healthy and healthy manner.

However, this training method is costly. After the outbreak of the refugee wave, employers can hire middle-level elites who are among the refugees at a cheaper price, and they can also spend a good night with the attractive Meiji for one or two dinners. Many fighters who couldn't get along even took the initiative to join the arena. With ready-made supplies, no one would demand Anthony's goods, which made it difficult for the slave trader.

When he finally made up his mind to buy a batch of "goods" from the refugee chief in Shenfeng Lake, and with a "painful" sense of guilt, he planned to get a quick sum of money from the priests of the Grace Academy in Pingfeng Town. , just in time for the cleansing and killing of Maestec.

As a result, this batch of "goods" continued to accumulate, and the food they ate every day gradually became more expensive than the value of the slaves themselves. However, it was difficult for Anthony to make up his mind to make a sacrifice if he wanted to kill the weak slaves and feed them to the strong ones. Goodness comes.

For a period of time thereafter, Anthony looked forward to the mining company's announcement of the acquisition of slaves every day, so that he could stop the loss as soon as possible, but what he waited for was a riot with no end in sight.

"Oh my god, my good Lord Anthony, you don't have pity for these two-legged beasts, do you?" Patrick's words stabbed again, "Then you have to be careful, just last week, Xavier was too trusting of these two-legged beasts. You bastard, ended up getting his neck wiped by a female slave at night, hahahahaha..."

Anthony looked dismissive on the surface, and became more and more uneasy in his heart.He knew that sending slaves to the mines was a matter of life and death, but he still shed crocodile tears when confronted with cruelty.

"That's because that son of a bitch Xavier smashed to death the slave girl's newborn daughter. After all, it was his own child. How could he have the heart to do it?" Anthony snorted, and said, "Master Anthony's conscience is a slave It is obvious to all of you, instead of worrying about me, master, you should think about yourself!"

"Oh? Since you have such a conscience, why don't you return the slaves to freedom?"

After this question, Anthony's full spirit immediately disappeared. He murmured: "Slaves, slaves can live without the protection of their masters? I am doing good things, and you heartless guys are sneering and sarcastic. Heh...huh! I don't argue with you stupid fellows! If you all treat your slaves well, why wouldn't the slaves listen to you?"

Then there was another remark that everyone is drunk and I am sober, and the tavern was full of joyful laughter again.

"Let me in! Please, my son is working in your mine!"

At this time, there was a shout of dispute outside the tavern.