Gods of All People: I have a family development simulator

Chapter 118

Inside the tavern in the early morning of light rain.

Most of the drunkards who are a little idle in the sewer area are reluctant to order alcohol and sit in the store and chat.

"Did you hear that, Lord Earl, you're clearing out the River Gang!

a lot of soldiers are dead!" a

drunkard whispered to the drunkards, glancing at the soldiers patrolling the doorway.

"I've seen it with my own eyes, and there is an old murderer of the River Gang, and he is crazy!

At this time, one of the drunkards on the other side responded with a proud face.

But what I got was a look of disgust from everyone.

"Didn't you see the soldiers checking in front of the tavern?Brando, the boss of the River Gang, didn't even dare to come to the Gel Tavern recently!"

"Why are you killing the River Gang, aren't they all the lackeys of the nobles?"

asked a thin man who had been asked for protection money by the River Gang.

"I've heard that it has something to do with the snow melons that Lord Earl has been promoting recently.... Don't you see

the leaflets that were handed out?" the drunkard who had caused the conversation lowered his voice again, and at the same time took out a few crumpled leaflets from his bosom and handed them to the crowd.

"We don't have much land in the Holy Light Empire, if this snow melon is ripe..."

"How can the civilians of our entire Holy Quartet Territory live

!" "What should we do?

" "How can we pay taxes to the noble lord after we can't grow food?"

"It also says that after the land is gone, the noble lord can take the displaced people into slaves!"

"I don't want to be a slave!".

The Tavern was shocked to see the information on the flyer that the ripening of snow melons would make the land barren, and most of them could count on the land outside the city to live.

"Resist!

We're going to join the River Gang in rebelling against the evil Count's plan to do the evil consequences of his race!"

"What are you talking about?"

Two soldiers outside the door rushed in, braving the cold light and aiming their weapons at the group of drunkards.

"Please don't use force in my tavern!

"Soldier!"

the tavern owner happened to stand up at this time, he wiped his glass and just glanced at a word, and then released the coercion that enveloped the two of them

, and the two soldiers immediately sweated like they had encountered a demonic beast, and walked back to the door tremblingly.

They had already been informed by the chief not to provoke the tavern owner Gehr, but they didn't expect the other party's strength to be so strong.

The tavern's owner's actions of repelling the soldiers drew applause and suspicion from the drunkards.

But Gelben was a mysterious man.

Some say he was a reclusive adventurer, while others said he was a reclusive mage.

But no one would ever think of him as a day-by-day aristocrat.

Because no nobleman would want to spend more than a decade in a dirty sewer area.

The black-haired bard walked over.

"Have you read that book

?" "Who are you?" said Gehr in a stiff tone.

After reading the Ritual of Plunder.

He couldn't imagine why his people had so many books of evil rituals that recorded the plundering of lives to feed them, and all they had to do was invoke the name of an evil god.

He knew that this kind of thing was like a magic box.

Even more terrifying, he vividly remembered that the book that the bard asked the daughter of the Holy Counts of the Quartet to publish nationwide had a strange "Go" pattern identical to the "Plunder Rites".

Once more people know about this evil ritual, it will inevitably lead to greater disasters and more thirst for power, and people will not be able to control their desires, believe in evil gods, and sacrifice their lives!

Knowledge is only a key,

and whether it is a magic box of disaster or not depends on how you use it. The

bard seemed to know what the tavern master was thinking, but he said lightly,

and then walked out of the room with a black umbrella.

"What are you kidding?" said

Gehr, his tone angry, as he tried to catch the bard in front of him.

But I found myself unable to move as if I was frozen.

Legend! Murphy has at least the strength of the Legend Rank!

Gell who realized it couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If books spread throughout the Holy Light Empire.

As a former aristocrat of the day, he can imagine what terrifying desire and execution will burst out when the nobles who hold power and power have plundering rituals.

The spread of the plunder ritual must be stopped!

Gehr, who had resumed his operations, immediately closed and walked out.

........

"Father, why did you do that?" Alice

Faire looked at her adoring father, the gentle knight count in front of her, puzzled.

She had always thought that her father was a noble nobleman with a love of literature and a heart of compassion, unlike other corrupt aristocrats.

"You mean those leaflets?" said

the middle-aged silver-haired man who was sitting in his study looking at the papers, pulling out a leaflet.

"Is this all true?

For the sake of advanced legends, you have not even cared about the lives of the people in your own territory!" "

Alice Fill, for the city of Cross with such easy access to the Cross River.

It doesn't matter where they are planted!"

"I'm not caring about their lives and deaths.

I need my lords to give up their land and free them from it to work as laborers in a large number of factories in the Cross City.

Advanced legends, these are just incidental, I want to do to really change this sinful city!"

Count Saint Quartet patiently told his daughter his thoughts.

"But... What will happen to the food, and

how many of the people who have lost their land will become slaves?" the

girl asked her father suspiciously.

"Alice Phil.

The wealth amassed by the sinful slave trade and the skin and meat trade in our city over the centuries is enough to sustain the people of the entire Holy Quartet for decades.

But with most of the wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, it's time to reshuffle the cards!

After this riot, Cross City will be reborn as a city known for its trade and factories.

Not slaves and brothels!"

Speaking of this, the Holy Quartet Count said in a low tone.

"We will no longer trade slaves, but will become the most needy city in the Holy Light Empire.

They will all become commoners!" The

Holy Quartet Count only expressed his heart's ambition to his daughter.

Alice Phil was shocked by her father's thoughts and actions, and was a little overwhelmed and worried.

But the only thing that convinced her was that her father was still that father.

It's just doing dangerous things.

"But they don't understand you! The

Count stood up helplessly, and touched the head of his deceased wife and daughter dotingly.

"All I need is they don't understand. Blind crowds are better guided!"

"Go ahead!

Don't you have an appointment today?"

"If the bard named Murphy can understand me, if only he is willing to stay.

You will be the new lords of the Cross City. "

You're my only daughter!".

Finally, the silver-haired man said to his daughter, who was already out of beauty.

Alice Fair, who was speechless in shame, walked out of the room.