0393 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 99)
In the lower city of the capital of King Vanbaea, two men with local appearance and dressed in old farmer's clothing were crowded among the fleeing crowd.
"Logist, are you sure we should do this? Why do I feel that in the current situation, we are just throwing ourselves into a trap!" said the leader of the Sheji Gang with a goatee.
At this time, he didn't need to disguise himself. His face was covered with soot smoked by the fire, and he no longer had the temperament of a middle-aged gentleman.
Logist, who was tall and tall, covered his arm that was injured by the collapsed building and replied in a squeaky voice: "Gesha and the others were completely brainwashed by the poet and forgot that they were from the lower city.
I bet Miss Poet will definitely have a way to fool the matter of burning supplies, and when we use this opportunity to overturn the consciousness of the House of Commons, it will all be in vain."
"Since you proposed the plan to burn the supplies, have you been prepared to sacrifice? Are you sure that if we do this, it will work?" Mr. Farmer looked serious.
Among all people, Logist has always been the one who in his mind is least likely to do something sacrificial for others. But times make heroes, and some things can only be done in their position.
Under the general trend, people's choices are sometimes really difficult to fathom. Perhaps even Logist, who is usually the most cunning and cunning person, never thought about the choice he would make in the end.
After all, when all the four presidents bowed their heads and surrendered to Zhen Cheng, he was the only one who made some small moves behind his back. Facts have proved that even if one's nature is hard to change, people's mentality will change according to the actual situation.
Only he knows what Logist was thinking at that time. Did he not trust Zhen Cheng to be able to fight against the nobles? Did he put the conflicts between the gangs first? Or did he infer that he had already been separated from Kongs Laimu?
Do you have your own plans for Xiacheng District and the caravan? It doesn't matter anymore.
The people of Vanbaea will only remember what he did today.
"You don't need to die with me," Logist said with a bitter smile, his rough face distorted by pain: "The ruins Miss Poet is looking for are located in the Sheji Gang settlement.
Although it may have become the fiercest battlefield now, if it is still under the control of the Sheji Gang, only you can help me pass smoothly.
Send me to the entrance of the ruins, and then bring what I see and hear back to Old Walker and the others. You can discuss and decide on your own.
But please note that there is another reason why I only called you, and that is that their hearts may no longer be in Xiacheng District.
If you want to find a way out for the gang, you must avoid directly mentioning ideas that are detrimental to Miss Poet's interests in front of them. Otherwise, you will be the one who will die."
"Why is it the entrance to the ruins?" Mr. Falme helped Logiste to prevent him from stepping into the cracked hole in the road. He reached out to help the person he had been deliberately trying to assassinate for decades. This has been a week.
Things that I could never imagine before.
"Because of Miss Poet's purpose..." Mr. Logist knocked on his forehead: "She brought the matter to such an extent that she naturally wanted the House of Commons to know her intentions and compromise.
The only chance to force Miss Poet and the forces behind her to fight the House of Commons before that stupid old bat of Constable arrives and tells the story of burning all the supplies is to the House of Commons.
Precisely because we are mortals, we have to use our brains and rely more on wisdom to solve problems at this time. In the past two days, we have spent a lifetime of madness, but for the sake of the caravan brothers no longer starving to death, I think it is worth it."
Not far away, a loud shout came: "Arm up, folks! The noble Lord is not going to let us live. Escape will not solve any problem! The only way is to resist! Resist!"
Gu Sha is afraid of them, let them know that we mortals can bite people when cornered! Let them realize the loss of doing so, so that our children and families may have a way to survive!"
Mr. Farmer took a deep look at the young man who was holding a scythe high and shouting on the top of the collapsed ruins. He was still childish, almost still a child, but because he was quick-thinking and dared to fight and kill, he was promoted to a food collector somewhere in the Southern District.
Mr. Farmer could not remember the division to which he belonged, nor could he recall the child's name, but he had an impression of this particularly distinctive figure.
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At the same time, they were at the entrance to the ruins that the two were talking about.
"Kanslaimu, why don't you just surrender?! The House of Commons has unanimously passed the impeachment bill against you, and you now have no power to command the coalition forces of the House!
Soldiers of the Crusade Army! Your master is waiting for your return behind me. Do you plan to betray your own bloodline? You..."
Suddenly, a beam of light penetrated the forehead of the noble private soldier who had opened a loudspeaker array, causing the blood servant who had received his first embrace to flip over into the ruins like a used sack, making no sound.
Vampires have the ability to turn into blood to evade most fatal attacks, such as what Blood Anklet or Blonde Lolita did. But this is a skill that only emerges after high-level bloodlines have developed quite a bit.
If every blood servant who has just received his first support can do this, then the Royal Court of Vanbiae, not to mention unifying the world, can at least defeat the Thirteen Divine Kingdoms and stand out.
The blood anklets themselves are just human slaves, not blood nobles. However, in terms of blood purity alone, they are almost equal to the blood emperor of the [Xiao Po] realm, and are better than the most powerful blood emperor that can be born in the underlying universe.
Even more pure.
After all, they were all favored by the divine ancestors and emperors of the past dynasties and personally embraced them for the first time on the path to ascension.
Two hundred meters behind the fallen blood servant, in a temporary luxurious tent, a member of the House of Representatives had a sad face.
Those present here include the interim speaker, Count Fritchinye, Duke Lan Tai, and seven other blood nobles. Not all members can spare the time or have the courage to risk going to the battlefield in person.
Although every count has the realm of [Climbing the Path] and corresponding power, because this power comes from natural blood rather than actual combat, a large part of the nobles in the upper city do not know how to use their own power.
Power fight.
This is also why there are dukes and marquises who are equal to the earls in the House of Commons, because they do not have the personal force to crush the entire audience.
The most regrettable thing is that the individual strength of some congressmen is not even as good as that of their battle-hardened blood servant warriors, and they can be killed by someone who steps beyond their ranks.
The few people who were present at the scene were not from the martial arts faction among the nobles. They simply had all their wealth and property in the Lower City and could not afford to lose anything.
If the situation in the lower city area cannot be controlled this time, it will be equivalent to ruining their lives. For these vampires, it is no different from asking them to die on the battlefield.