"Members of the Brotherhood of Masons! We are here today because we have been treated unfairly!"
Van Cleef was wearing workers' clothes and standing at the gate of Stormwind City. In front of him were representatives of workers who were owed eight months of wages. He stood on a high platform, waving his arms and shouting:
"We just want our rewards back! But those nobles accuse us of rebellion!"
"We are unarmed! We will not raise our fists to our compatriots at all! We have exercised restraint, but they are still spreading vicious rumors about us in our hometown!"
"This has become unbearable!"
Van Cleef's voice was full of pathos. In the past week, the nobles no longer confronted them head-on. They adopted more vicious methods. There were people spreading rumors everywhere in Moon Creek Town and Goldsmith Town in the Western Wilds.
The vicious rumors about the "Mason Brotherhood preparing for rebellion" were well-founded, and even revealed details of weapons trading between Van Cleef and the goblins.
This made many civilians who originally supported the stonemasons feel fearful. You have to know that in the feudal kingdom, rebellion was a very terrible crime. The bottom members of the Masons Brotherhood were all honest people who did their duty. Once they were betrayed by the scheming nobles,
If they were convicted of rebellion, many people would be ruined in an instant.
What is even more frightening is that the rumors of the nobles are not groundless. Only Van Cleef and a few managers know that they did trade a batch of weapons with the goblins and hired some mercenaries, but that was not for rebellion, but for the sake of rebellion.
Prevent the nobles' private soldiers from destroying the Masonic Brotherhood's associations in Goldshire and Moonbrook and their relatives.
The problem lies here. At this juncture, no matter how Van Cleef explains it, the matter cannot be explained clearly. So after discussion, the leaders of the Masons Brotherhood decided not to wait any longer. Today, they will force the nobles.
Make a decision.
No one wants to be used as a gunman. They have already felt that the conspiracy is brewing and cannot wait any longer!
"Follow me, brothers, under the witness of the citizens of Stormwind City, we will go to the city hall to ask for an explanation!"
Van Cleef waved his hand, and the aggressive members of the Masons' Brotherhood, those who were watching the excitement, or the citizens who were very sympathetic to the Masons' plight, as well as the soldiers who were responsible for monitoring the situation, followed behind the big foreman.
Passing through the bustling business district, along the way, members of the Masons' Brotherhood waved flags and shouted in the name of justice, attracting many citizens to follow them.
But Van Cleef felt a little strange, because under normal circumstances, there would not be so many people willing to get involved in this kind of thing. He looked back and saw that the crowd following behind him looked menacing, and the number of people had reached an astonishing number.
More than 500 people.
The vast crowd was like anxious beasts. The atmosphere at the scene became much noisier. A trace of sweat appeared on Van Cleef's forehead, but he could not stop. Once he stopped, his inner cowardice would be exposed.
, and the nobles hiding in the dark will realize that he is strong on the outside and weak on the inside, and they will intensify their oppression of these poor workers.
He could only lead them towards the city hall in the old city. At the same time, in the headquarters of MI7 on the edge of the old city, the master assassin Mathias Shore, who was dealing with other matters, also
Received a report from a subordinate.
The 35-year-old master assassin frowned. After listening to the report of the secret agent hidden in the crowd, his majestic brows furrowed high:
"You said there are many people with ulterior motives mixed in the crowd?"
"Yes! Chief."
The spies dressed like ordinary people replied: "Many people have weapons in their hands. They are stoking the emotions of the civilians. There is no doubt that they have a complete plan. In the name of the Masons' Brotherhood, they
There may well be a real rebellion, today!"
"Van Cleef is not a reckless man. He is a veteran who has participated in the Orc War. There is no doubt that he has deep feelings for his homeland."
Xiao Ermo stroked his beard, the assassin master narrowed his eyes and said:
"He was used, or in other words, he was just an insignificant role in this conspiracy... What a pity, let all the spies in Stormwind City take action, blend into the crowd, and keep an eye on those guys with bad intentions.
If they plan to cause trouble, arrest them!"
"Yes! Chief!"
The secret agent took the order and left. In the empty office, Mathias Shore rubbed his forehead. He leaned on the chair, took out a magic image from the file on the table, and placed it in front of his eyes.
Staring at the image of the graceful countess, the master assassin murmured to himself:
"Who are you? And why are you here?"
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"Soma! Get out!"
"Come out and explain!"
“Give us our money back!”
"Open the door! Open the door!"
Standing in front of the city hall gate, the crowd was restless, everyone was shouting something, and in front of the city hall, the soldiers guarding here felt like they were facing an enemy. They drew their shields and looked at the restless crowd in front of them with vigilance. Van Cleef
He was talking to the officials in the city hall. He spoke fiercely, but the officials were submissive and took out their handkerchiefs to wipe their sweat from time to time.
"We must give an explanation today!"
Van Cleef's expression became stiff with anger. He waved his fists and increased his momentum. He shouted loudly:
"The arrears of wages are bad enough, but you actually spread rumors. This is so despicable! You are destroying our lives and even our lives. Let Sir Soma stand up. We want him to apologize to us!"
"But Sir Soma hasn't been to the city hall for two days."
The obedient official glanced at the anxious crowd with some fear, and said in a low voice: "You can't change anything by blocking here. Listen to me, Van Cleef, I am also from Yuexi Town, and from the bottom of my heart, I want to
Help you, I heard that Sir Soma and the nobles are raising funds, believe me, they have already planned to solve this matter, all you need... is to wait patiently."
"wait?"
This word ignited Van Cleef's anger. The veteran who survived the battlefield reached out and grabbed the officer's collar. He pointed at the crowd behind him and whispered:
"You go tell them and let them wait and see how they respond to you! If Countess Catalina hadn't supported us with some supplies, many people wouldn't even be able to eat. We have been waiting for 8 months! You still have to wait?
How long do you want us to wait? One year? Two years? Or simply use a knife to shut us up?"
"asshole!"
The big foreman also had too much pain and irritation accumulated in his heart. Today, he completely burst out:
"The king said if we work hard, the priests said if I be a good person and do good things, life will be smooth, but in reality? Nobles, the greedy ones! Bastards like Soma, they're on top, we're just
A bug under its feet! The king gives us a pension every month, but now, we don’t get a penny! He dares to take the king’s money! Let alone ours! I can’t do it, I can’t wait any longer
Oh...I'm sorry, I can't do it!"
"Let me go! You are crazy, Van Cleef, let me go!"
The small official's shout made Van Cleef take a step back. He looked at the soldiers who were surrounding him, shook his head and said softly:
"This country is full of oppressed people and you turn a blind eye. Every time a person wants to stand up, the nobles will shut him up. Now it's my turn, right? It's my turn!"
"Ding, ding"
Just as Van Cleef was confronting the soldiers and the masons were about to step forward to help, the sound of a carriage sounded behind everyone. Van Cleef turned around and saw the chubby Sir Soma getting off the carriage. His expression
He was a little pale, and behind him, followed a group of soldiers carrying heavy boxes.
"I'm here to solve the problem! Stop making trouble!"
Jazz shouted:
"All members of the Brotherhood of Masons, come here and collect your money!"
"Bang"
The heavy box was opened, and the golden coins made everyone stop shouting, while the soldiers gathered in front of the box to maintain order.
"Van Cleef!"
Sir Soma walked up the steps of the city hall under the escort of soldiers. He glanced indifferently at the bewildered foreman and said in a deep voice:
"In your eyes, there are no good people in this country, right? You bastard who can only make trouble, come with me! Let's talk about the follow-up resettlement. I brought some money, but it's not enough to pay everyone
salary, but we will raise it later. If you really want to solve the problem, come in and we will discuss the details."
Van Cleef looked back at the crowd that was gradually calming down, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Sir Soma, and the cunning fat man in front of him seemed to have changed.
He silently followed Jazz into the city hall and into Jazz's office. When there were only two people left, Jazz suddenly turned around and looked at him with a strange look:
"You want to find justice? I heard you, more than once, you felt like you were doing something good for the kingdom, right? You rebel! Listen, I'm giving you a choice, take it now
If your people retreat to where you should go, we will always find a way to solve your problems, or you can go all the way forward on the wrong road and lead you and your brothers into the abyss."
Van Cleef heard a hint of ominousness in Sir's voice. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Sir Soma:
"What does this mean?"
"It means...we have no money now."
The chubby Sir sighed and sat in his chair. He looked at Van Cleef with a sad look:
"The money I brought was given by the countess to support us. That beautiful and noble lady just wants the problem to be solved quickly, but here is the problem. The royal family is building a navy, and the entire kingdom's finances are very tight. Even if you kill
I can't solve the problem."
"That's your business!"
Van Cleef figured out the plan of the knight in front of him. He still planned to drag this matter out. As for the money he brought, it was only used to calm people's hearts.
"We gotta live too! You gotta fix this, Jazz!"
The big foreman gritted his teeth and said, "That's what we deserve!"
"You deserve it?"
Sir Soma's voice suddenly rose several degrees, and he screamed:
"You are the king's subjects, and you should make sacrifices for the king's image and honor! Just like those soldiers who step onto the battlefield! Do you want justice? Desperately want justice?"
This rebuttal made Van Cleef angry, and he shouted:
"I want to see justice and truth, no matter what way it is!"
"Very good, come on then"
Sir Soma's expression suddenly became strange. He looked at Van Cleef, and all the expressions on his face calmed down. He took something out of his pocket with his white-gloved hand and put it in front of his eyes.
It was a red dagger, with a ferocious barb, and a red cloth strip wrapped around the handle. It was an orc-style dagger, like some kind of trophy. When he saw it, Van Cleef's eyes widened.
Eyes, cried out:
"That's mine..."
"Yes, this is yours."
Jazz murmured to himself, he pointed the dagger at his heart, and looked at Van Cleef with a weird smile that could scare people away from heart attacks:
"You want justice, and for this you will not hesitate to walk on this path of flesh and bones... After you have killed enough people, after you have offered enough sacrifices to the god of ignorance, you will see it
, I hope you can smile happily at that time."
"For...for the glory of the king!"
"puff"
The sharp blade pierced Jazz's heart from the front, and blood spurted out crazily along the blood groove of the blade, dyeing the desk in front of Jazz red. The blood even splashed on Van Cleef's clothes, while the veteran was stunned.
Looking at this scene, his thinking was confused and he couldn't figure out what happened.
Until the officials of the city hall screamed and pushed open the door, they only saw Van Cleef squatting next to Sir, covered in blood, and Sir Soma lying on the ground, lifeless.
"Bang"
Silent sparks exploded over Stormwind City, completely igniting the gunpowder barrels buried under the city... Amid the gloomy clouds, a chaotic storm was coming.
