0389 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 95)
The little fairy took Zhen Cheng away in the elevator, but the bumpkins from Fanbaia stayed where they were. They couldn't adapt to the freedom of the Land of Wanwo, and were waiting for instructions from their respective presidents.
Lord Logist, the president of the caravan, rolled his eyes and assigned rooms to his subordinates at will, but he dragged the other three presidents into the same bedroom.
"What do you think?" he whispered. There are machines in the world that can eavesdrop, and there are also magic that can allow him to be monitored without anyone noticing, so he deliberately lowered his voice to make the atmosphere mysterious.
Mr. Falme of the Sheji Gang shrugged and said: "If this is Miss Poet's heritage, I think we have nothing to regret in choosing to follow her.
Although I don’t know much about the gods, from what I can see, this is a force that can rival the Kingdom of God.
‘The land of all I’… It’s really strange, I’ve never heard of such a place before.”
Master Logist sighed: "Miss Poet has the ability to compete with the Kingdom of God, what does it have to do with us? Do you really think this is an opportunity?
Even if she wants to recruit poets, the only one this place can accept is Ms. Gesha, right?"
His eyes fell on Ms. Gesha, and he did not hide his jealous look.
Gesha laughed dryly and said considerately: "I think what Master Logist wants to say is the situation in the Lower City.
Miss Poet's plan is very clear. If the House of Commons can't catch us, they can't kill chickens to scare monkeys and force the people in Xiacheng District to bow their heads. After all, even if they kill them all, they can't get back this batch of supplies, and they can't kill all their own property.
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Unfortunately, the goods are being detained here. It is impossible for the House of Commons to fight over it alone. That would be courting death. There was a woman in our Artisan Gang who had some contact with the Land of Wanwo, and she had only a superficial understanding of it.
She once saw a 'holy girl' from here, who came to her rescue when she was in danger. She was a true god who commanded a large number of 'players' who were as powerful as the members of the House of Commons.
And above the Saint Maiden, there are thirteen chiefs who are comparable to Grand Duke Van Baie... I suspect that this poet lady may be a Saint Maiden from the Land of All Me."
Ms. Gesha's sudden information shocked the other three people.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Master Logist finally came to his senses and said with a gloomy face: "That's more or less what it means. The game between the land of Wanwo and the Royal Court of Fanbaia is a matter of heaven and earth for us little ants mixed in.
Great opportunities are also fatal crises.
The House of Commons couldn't catch us, couldn't get the goods back, and couldn't take action on a large scale against the Xiacheng District gang. Even if they oppressed us, they could only squeeze out some rice bran that the nobles would never touch.
Since the problem of shortage of goods cannot be solved, they finally have only two options. The first one is to take this matter directly to the Four Grand Dukes and even the Divine Ancestor and the Holy Emperor, and Van Baier starts a war on the Land of All Me.
But as long as they are not crazy, it is absolutely impossible for them to do such a thing that does not benefit themselves at all, not to mention that they may not even understand that the Land of All Me is involved, and eventually become cannon fodder in the conquest of the evil ancient god in the abyss.
The second way is to bow to Miss Poet, satisfy her request, and exchange the goods.
This sounds like a great victory for us, but please don't forget what Miss Poet said when she first summoned us. She was just here to pick up something and was just a passerby in Van Bae.
If she stays here for a long time, it is enough to lead my four major gangs and replace the House of Commons. What's the harm in us risking our lives to accompany the gentleman to find a better way out?
But if she takes her things and leaves, leaving behind us who are still at the helm of the four major gangs in the downtown area and the nobles in the House of Commons who have been beaten to death and are full of anger... what will be the result?
In the final analysis, Miss Poet has no obligation to save us. And according to my observation, she is by no means a lawful good camp, the kind of existence that prides itself on keeping its promises and treating people well."
"You mean..." Mr. Farmer realized something, frowned and shook his head: "No, this is too dangerous. How dare you? No... do you really plan to?"
Seeing Falme's Riddler-like hesitation, the simple-minded old Walker frowned and asked: "What are you thinking about? You have something you can't explain clearly?"
"If there is a chance to free the brothers of the Labor Gang from the fate of being cruelly oppressed by the House of Commons forever, and we need to risk our lives to fight for it, are you willing to do it?" Logist immediately asked.
"Count me in." Old Walker gave up trying to figure out more twists and turns, Logist's words hit his weak point.
He couldn't figure out those fancy calculations, but he believed in his own vision of people, and believed that the crazy determination in Logist's eyes was not the usual sneaky tricks for profit.
"But we have sworn allegiance to Miss Poet. If we betray her now, we will cut off all options for retreat," Mr. Farmer still hesitated:
"If we use our lives to exchange for the happiness of millions of people in the lower city of King Vanbaea's capital for generations, this can't be considered a loss-making deal.
But if we really do this, even if we are willing to risk these old lives to vent our anger on Miss Poet, how can we guarantee that she will continue to act as the spokesperson of the Lower City until she brings down the House of Commons?
If we choose to betray, and we do, it is indeed impossible for her to reach reconciliation with the House of Commons. But how can we ever guess the lady’s background?”
"More importantly, can we really accomplish this?" Master Logist muttered gloomily, focusing his attention on Ms. Gaisha, and even the other two guys looked over.
Among the four, Gaisha is undoubtedly the one most likely to have a good future, and she has always been the one who is most devoted to Zhen Cheng.
The fate of these three stinky men is unknown, but if Gesha said that she wanted to stay in the Wanwo Church, given her long-term loyalty and the important role she played, Miss Poet would not refuse.
In other words, whether this thing can be done depends on Gesha's choice first.
Ms. Gesha sighed and said: "I think this may not be considered a betrayal.
Do you think that a group of people like Logist, who spend their money on nothing but chicken intestines, can really swallow such a big loss?
If the owner reaches a consensus with the group of jackals and finally returns the goods intact, do you think they will tamper with the ruins that the owner has been obsessed with?
And if the master has a way to convince them to leave the ruins first and then return the goods, then if we do it now, what impact will it have on the master's business?" This chapter has been completed!