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"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"
"Don't step on me! Don't step on me!"
Fortunately, although the number of Hilichurls is large, it is still somewhat insufficient for Mondstadt, which can accommodate tens or even nearly a million people.
But when people finally managed to escape to a place where there were no Hilichurls.
He finally managed to escape back to his home.
But they discovered that their usually cheerful neighbors, the soldiers and even knights who should have been protecting them from the Hilichurls, had instead picked up swords and stormed into their homes.
"Get out! This is my home! Those are my properties! My daughter?!"
"You've broken the law! You'll be punished for what you've done!"
"what are you saying?"
"This is our freedom!"
The once warm and safe home is no longer a haven from the storm.
The people of Mondstadt were chased around like pigs and dogs by the Hilichurls and opportunistic thugs.
Qin led the knights and soldiers to maintain order throughout the city.
However, compared to the vast city of Mondstadt, her own existence was far too insignificant. She could only helplessly watch as her people died at the hands of Hilichurls and even thugs who were also Mondstadt, and there was nothing she could do.
The Knights are short-handed.
She is too weak.
Even though she had the strength to kill Hilichurl thugs and Abyss mages, there were simply too many enemies.
Once one group of people is protected, another group cannot be protected.
"What are you doing?!"
"Aren't you knights? Isn't your mission to protect us?! Where is your chivalry?!"
"Come and protect us right now! Do you want me to file a complaint against you?!"
"Ignore them! We are Mondstadt citizens too! What will we do if you leave?"
Listening to the arguing of those people.
Looking at these people who had been angry with them during the day and ordered them to drive away the "tyrant's 'lackeys'", now scrambling for their protection, Qin felt lost and powerless.
Even when she heard the accusations against those in power, even today when she's being insulted by protesters, she never doubted her faith. But now...
Are these people really worth protecting?
What should she do now?
If it were Lady Vanessa, what would she be doing right now?
All around her were the sounds of people arguing, demanding that she protect them and not leave them behind to protect another group; the screams, shouts, and cries of people; the crackling of flames; and the sound of wooden beams collapsing as they could no longer support their weight.
These chaotic and disordered sounds seemed to come from another dimension.
Distant yet clear.
"Where is the wind god? Where is Barbatos? Where is he?"
"Isn't he our guardian? What is he doing? Come out and save us!"
I don’t know when.
Qin suddenly heard angry shouts and curses.
It wasn't one sound, but many sounds, carried by the wind.
In their despair, people angrily questioned and cursed the god who protected them.
Jean turned her head and saw that the angry crowd had surrounded Barbara and the nuns from the church. They had been with the group that was helping the wounded under the protection of the knights, but now they were unable to help the wounded at all.
Unable to vent their anger on the wind god, the furious people of Mondstadt turned their rage on his most devoted followers.
"Aren't you the Church of the Wind God? Hurry up and call him out to save us!"
"Even now, he still won't come out to save us. What makes him our god?"
"The gods of other countries have always protected and guided them, but look at what our 'gods' are doing! Where are they when we are in crisis?"
"They enjoy our faith in ordinary times, but disappear when danger strikes?"
"Wind God? Bah! What disgusting bastard!"
Barbara looked at the people, their faces contorted with rage, with anger and helplessness.
They wanted to refute their insults against the gods.
But even though she shouted at the top of her lungs, she couldn't drown out the angry shouts of the crowd. She could only helplessly watch as they vented their anger by wantonly insulting the god who had saved them countless times.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Where's Lin Jiu'an?!"
"Isn't he our ruler?"
"Why isn't he coming to save us now?"
A glimmer of hope appeared in the people's eyes. They didn't know the extent of their opponent's strength, but he was their last straw in their despair. If he made a move...
"Save us?"
An untimely voice scoffed: "These past few days you've been clamoring for him to get out of Mondstadt."
"You still expect him to come and rescue you?"
"When things are peaceful, you curse at others and tell them to get lost, but when danger comes, you ask others to save you. What kind of pipe dream are you having?"
"He is now the ruler of Liyue!"
The man retorted angrily, "Aren't you also a Mondstadt citizen? What right do you have to talk to me like that?"
The other party retorted, "At least I didn't participate in the march."
"Anyway, I think his life has been pretty good since he became dictator. It's no different from before, and it's even better than before."
"I have no idea why you bunch of idiots would go to a protest and demand 'freedom' for no reason?"
"Now look what's happened! We've angered them, they've left, and they're abandoning us. You've ruined me too, hahaha, what a bunch of idiots! Well, let's all die together!"
The man got angrier and angrier as he talked, and finally burst into laughter.
"Perhaps we can go find him?"
Suddenly a voice whispered a suggestion.
"He should still be in parliament."
"Let's beg him, he won't abandon us, will he?"
Hope returned to the people's eyes, and they ran toward the Westwind Council.
When they finally arrived at the Westwind Council, they found the council doors tightly shut, with several knights standing at the entrance, holding weapons and coldly watching them.
And in the square in front of the gate.
The place was already filled with people who had come here with the same purpose. Chapter Twenty-Six: Surrender, or Death (4K)
We were wrong! We know we were wrong!
"We are willing to accept your rule! We don't want freedom anymore!"
"Please, save Mondstadt! Save us!"
The insults directed at Lin Jiu'an, such as "damned dictator/tyrant/executioner" and "get out of Mondstadt," have disappeared without a trace, replaced by cries of pleading from the people.
"My lord, when will you make your move?" Frederica asked sweetly.
"Take action?"
Lin Jiu'an chuckled and asked, "Why should I make a move?"
Frederica froze, then looked at him nervously.
after all.
Her family's base of operations is in Mondstadt. If the Hilichurls and those troublemakers were to completely destroy Mondstadt, Lin Jiu'an would still have the 'Liyue' card in his hand, but she...
"My lord, this is, after all, your territory. They deserve to die, but they still pay taxes for you, they can..."
"Don't worry, of course I'll take action."
Many people who yearn for 'freedom' share the same characteristics.
If you are the first to rescue them when they are in danger.
They will see it as your obligation, their right, or even a gift from God.
Some might even turn around and question you, asking why you didn't nip the danger in the bud, or whether you were deliberately trying to raise an enemy to enhance your own power.
Wait until things have calmed down.
They will still rebel against you, waving the banner of 'freedom'. They will forget that you saved them in the first place and will shout and curse you as a 'tyrant,' 'dictator,' and 'lackey,' telling you to get out.
The ancestors of the Mond people have proven through their actions that this is the kind of people they are.
Three thousand years ago.
The Lone King of the Tower, Dekalapian, built a capital city that protected his subjects from natural disasters and from the ravages of wind and snow.
However, the people of Old Mondstadt, using the Windflower as their symbol, launched a war in pursuit of "freedom".
Wendy and the crowd witnessed the death of King Descabian amidst the smoke of rebellion. The king who had provided his subjects with a city free from bitter cold ultimately died at the hands of his own subjects.
Even until the very end, he believed that his ministers loved him as much as he loved them.
And now.
How did these Mondstadt people judge Deckardapien, the "Lone King in the Tower" who sheltered them in the bitter cold and snow?
Our ancestors lived under the tyrannical rule of Decarapian, the king of the High Towers.
'The great wind god Barbatos plucked the strings of his lyre and drove away the tyrannical King of the Tower.'
This is a history recorded in historical books, believed and proudly told by the people of Mondstadt, and sung by countless bards.
simply put.
In Lin Jiu'an's eyes, the people of Mondstadt really lived like a bunch of pigs.
You can't just feed them well and provide them with good food and drink.
They will think you are a 'dictatorial tyrant' who restricts their 'freedom'.
They would raise the banner of rebellion to kill you, and then triumphantly proclaim their glorious achievements in pursuing freedom and resisting tyrants, recording them in their history books and having bards sing about them from generation to generation.
For this kind of person.
We really can only raise them like pigs in a 'pigsty'.
Give them a beating and then a sweet treat, put them in a collar, make them realize how wonderful life in the 'pigsty' really is, and make them grateful to you to tears.
"only."
"It was when they provoked me."
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Qin is really too tired.
The people who flocked to the West Wind Council also brought with them a large number of monsters from the abyss.
The repeated swings of the sword had begun to numb her nerves, and she felt like she was about to cough up blood.
at last.
Qin was slightly stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a pain in her chest.
The sword slipped from his hand uncontrollably, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
'Bang!'
The zither crashed heavily to the ground.
He wanted to get up, but he could barely lift his arm.
The people's pleas still echoed in his ears, but the man made no response.