Weird Star Witch

Chapter 89 Harvest Goddess

"Grab it! It's them who are driving up the price of bread!"

In the town of Leman, there were robberies and vandalism all over the place.

People picked up stones and sticks and smashed the glass of the bakery piece by piece. The smell of "freedom" was in the air.

Yesterday he was eating and drinking in the Jazz Castle, and now seeing hungry and angry people filling the streets, Rudolph felt full of illusions.

It was also the first time for Rudolph to see the panicked Sheriff Claude.

Everyone in the police station was mobilized and rushed to the street to maintain order on the street.

People who are hungry are really crazy.

Many people in Leman Town rushed to the bakery. They smashed the door and windows of the bakery, rushed into the bakery, dragged the bakery owner to the street, and beat him severely.

After beating the bakery owner, the hungry people were surprised to find that there was not much bread in the bakery.

There was no bread in the bakery, no bread in the kitchen, and no bread in the pantry.

"Tell me! Where has all the bread gone? Did you hide it and sell it to us at a high price on purpose?"

The bakery owner cried while picking up his knocked-out tooth:

"I also have to buy wheat flour to make bread. Without wheat flour, how can I get bread!"

A bald man kicked the bakery owner hard, knocking out two teeth and making the bakery owner's mouth bleed.

Rudolf has been looking for a bald person these days, and now he suddenly sees a bald person, but he doesn't know how to start. Because... there are suddenly a lot of bald people.

At this time, many of the people participating in the riot had shiny bald heads.

This isn't a trendy hairstyle, it's the emergence of a group that uses a unified image to differentiate themselves from each other.

Rudolf rushed into the crowd to pull the poor baker out.

His arms secretly exerted force, and he pushed three or five people away in an instant, and saw the bakery owner lying on the ground.

If you don't save the boss, he may really be beaten to death.

Rudolf straddled the bakery owner in one step, blocking the angry people around him and trying to drag the bakery owner up.

The fists and kicks hit Rudolph one after another, but Rudolph could not avoid it. The people around him were trying to kill him, and the bakery owner now had broken ribs.

Rudolph couldn't fight back, because many of the people he beat up were really hungry people.

Let alone them, the police station doesn't have much food now. Not only was there no breakfast, but there was also insufficient supply for lunch and dinner.

The bakery owner turned his head and saw with his cracked eyes that someone was falling on his head. This prevents him from being beaten further.

"Patrol...is this Patrolman Rudolph..."

The bakery owner could hear Rudolf being kicked on the back.

If it weren't for Rudolph's physical strength sharing contract and muscle enhancement, he wouldn't be able to withstand these attacks.

Other people in the police station wanted to step forward, but they were unable to push through.

Among those who beat people, the bald ones were extremely excited.

Just when Rudolph didn't know what to do, gunfire suddenly came from the street.

This shot was definitely not fired by someone from the police station. Before setting off, the police chief said that you should not shoot unless it is absolutely necessary.

The Alchemy Council encourages people to hold guns and use them to resist the rule of the nobility. Therefore, everyone can buy gun ammunition.

Gunshots were fired and screams of fear were heard in the streets.

Hitting with fists and using guns are two completely different concepts.

The crowd panicked and ran in all directions, away from the gunfire.

The rioting bald heads also fled with the crowd.

Rudolf grabbed the bakery owner by the shoulders and dragged him into the bakery.

Yvonne finally pushed through the crowd and entered the bakery.

"You rest here for now, I'll come back to see you later." The bakery owner's mouth was full of blood, and he was still in pain. He couldn't speak. He saw two patrol officers leaving the bakery after being robbed. Crying alone.

"Where's the Sheriff?"

"The Sheriff is off to deal with the riots on other streets!"

Rudolph took out his pocket watch and wanted to know who had shot him, but the streets were so busy that it was impossible to tell who had the gun.

"Don't worry about the shooter for now, let's go find the bald heads first!"

"Bald guys?"

"There was no tradition of bald heads in Leman Town before."

Rudolph found the three bald heads walking together and immediately followed them.

After someone opened fire, the nature changed. What was a terrible situation before was now much simpler because people dispersed.

The result of encouraging gun ownership is that once someone goes crazy and shoots on the street, most people will have no choice but to run for their lives and no longer care about smashing up bakeries.

The three bald heads rushed all the way out of the town.

While chasing, Rudolph asked doubtfully: "Yvonne, is the police department's control of the town so weak? When did so many bald heads appear?"

"Those bald heads look unfamiliar, they don't look like people from the town. From their hands and skin color, they look more like farmers."

Hearing something like a farmer made Rudolph feel a little surprised.

The farm will employ many farmers, and they are far away from the town. If the farmers make any noise, the police station in the town will not be able to know it immediately.

Following the three bald heads, Rudolph came to a small river.

At this time, three bald heads were standing behind a woman by the river. Behind the woman, there were 5 or 6 bald heads, as well as some people holding wooden sticks or other blunt instruments.

And in front of the woman, dozens of farmers were kneeling.

Rudolph lay not far away, listening carefully to what they were doing.

Poems were repeated in the air.

"I sow in spring, sowing other people's land.

I water in summer, but it's not my wheat seedlings.

I want to fly with the wind, but I can't leave the soil.

I harvest in winter, but I have nothing after harvesting.

I have no ropes around me or shackles around my neck, but I am still like a prisoner who can't escape.

I work hard every day, but I get a lot of hard work.

Now, even filling my stomach has become a luxury.

I don't need to see with my eyes, and I don't need to complain with my tongue.

I have worked hard for a year, but I am still hungry.