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Chapter 36 Is anyone else laughing?

"In the past, Qiyu Port was so chaotic that even the nobles and government officials did not dare to live in the city. They were afraid that they would be killed in bed by killers hired by their enemies when they slept. So they went to work in the city during the day and went to work at night.

They huddle themselves in villas and castles in the suburbs, like a turtle hiding its head in its shell. They have to hire a hundred guards to watch the door for them, and hire another hundred guards to stand on the wall to patrol, so that they can sleep.

These tall old men with thin skin and tender flesh might even need someone to accompany them when they get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. They must have learned from my three-year-old nephew, because he would also say: Mom, I’m afraid

...Hahaha!"

Mr. Gweli vividly described the ugly behavior of those nobles and government officials. Although he had never seen such a scene with his own eyes, and had never suffered their exploitation and persecution, the people of this country have a natural contempt for authority.

Cynical backbone, arrogance and contempt for superiors are the eternal personalities flowing in their veins. The most famous thief in history, Leochi Mascherano, is rumored to be a Metosh.

, when he was beheaded in the Xinmen vegetable market, more than 100,000 people crowded to watch, and more than 50,000 flowers were thrown to the gallows, which once drowned the executioner.

Alice had changed her position, lying on the hay pile and listening with great interest. The two aardvark beasts were still pulling the carriage leisurely on the muddy and wet country road after the rain. Keep going at this speed.

, is it really possible to reach Qiyu Port before dark? Ringer expressed deep doubts.

Fortunately, although the aardvark pulls the cart slowly, it is relatively stable, so there are not too many bumps. This slow pace of progress is combined with the cool wind after the rain blowing in the face, the moist and full water vapor in the air, and the moisture above the head.

The clear blue sky really gives people a sense of comfort and peace.

Ringer simply stopped worrying about the profound mysteries of speed and time. He leaned back, looked up at the sky, and continued to listen to the conversation between Alice and Mr. Gwilly.

"The public security environment in Qiyu Port is really bad." After listening to Mr. Gweli's description, the golden retriever maid said sincerely. There is no need to find specific examples, just robbers, pickpockets, drug addicts, rapists,

Gangsters, killers...listing these terms together can give people a deep understanding of the simple folk customs of this city.

Then she asked curiously: "What happens after that? You said that the current situation is different from the past, so it must have gotten better, right? How did it get better? Could it be said that all the lawless elements--"
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She stretched out her hand to make a knife and wiped her neck: "Killed them all?"

Why do you say such horrible things in such a happy tone? Don’t you have any other solutions in your mind besides Tutu? No matter how you say it, it can’t be so extreme, right?

Ringer was speechless.

Mr. Gweli nodded with deep understanding: "Yes, almost all of them were killed."

Ringer: "..."

I am even more speechless.

"Since the Judgment Holy See moved their headquarters to Qiyu Port, those stinky rats who used to be able to leave the prison with just a little bail money have all met their end just like entering a granary without rice and millet in winter.

." Mr. Gweli laughed happily: "The law enforcement officers of the Holy See are not living statues who just sit in the office and pose. It only took them a short time to kill the two largest gangs in the city at that time:

The Wig Party and the Five Guineas Gang were wiped out in one fell swoop, and many nobles and government officials who supported these two gangs were also captured.

"During that period, the streets were full of arbitrators searching for criminal evidence. Everyone was speculating on how the Holy See would end up. Should they let it go with a small fine like before, or would it be more severe? As a result, on the day of the trial,

It was announced that all criminals would be executed, and they would also be hanged. At that time, there were more people crowding at the city gate to watch the execution than there are olive trees you can see in the olive grove now. My grandfather was one of them. He later told us

, if you have not been able to see such a scene once in your life, then your life is really full of regrets.

"I'm really sorry now. I wish the Holy See could do it again and arrest all those stupid officials who stand on the podium but can only quack like drake ducks and sentence them to hanging. Then I will be considered a

No matter how hard it is, I have to squeeze in and watch, so that I can say the same thing to my grandchildren later and let them know what a great man their grandfather was."

After saying that, he sighed, feeling quite regretful that he was born at the wrong time.

Alice shouted: "I'll go too, I'll go too. Thousands of people will be executed and so on. It'll be so spectacular!"

"Not a thousand people." Mr. Gwilly corrected her: "Five thousand people! My grandfather said, there are at least five thousand people! Their meat alone feeds all the fish and shrimps in the river, so that

There was a bumper harvest of fish in Qiyu Port one year. This is the only contribution those damn scum can make to this city, tsk!"

These two guys... Ringer's eyes twitched. It's just that Alice is an antisocial personality. How come Mr. Gwilly is also there?

Well, the Motoshi people already have elements of violence and anger in their blood, so it is normal for the people to be tougher.

He gave up thinking.

"Since then, all the stinky rats in Qiyu Port have gotten into the sewers, hiding in places where the Holy See can't see them to survive, and no longer dare to blatantly kill and rob. The gangsters have also been scared out of their wits, old

They huddled in their own territory honestly and did not even dare to gather normally without the permission of the Holy See. They were even more honest than the nest of wild pheasants on the third fig tree from the left in my orchard. In this way, the Holy See did not show any mercy, and every year

Gotta pick a good day to throw a surprise party for these guys, ha!"

He was beaming with joy. It was obvious that the "surprise party" was indeed surprising, but not necessarily happy.

A thoughtful look appeared in Lin Ge's eyes, and he thought of a possibility. Perhaps, the people who judged the Holy See - or in other words, the alliance of religious groups were searching for and eliminating aliens in Qiyu Port in the name of fighting against illegal crimes.

Maybe? After all, the Silcilia Peninsula was once the most active area for aliens in Motosh, and Qiyu Port was the largest city on the Silcilia Peninsula. In the hidden dark corners, there were people everywhere.

Traces of aliens.

Of course, the activeness of the sect alliance has objectively improved the city's security environment, so we cannot accuse them of having ulterior motives. Moreover, some evil-natured aliens will also mix with gangs and other criminals, making their law enforcement

Behavior becomes more justified.

Alice asked curiously: "So, the residents of Qiyu Port all trust the Judgment Holy See?"

"That's not to say everything, at least those who were hanged certainly don't think so." Mr. Gweli laughed: "Ordinary people like us definitely support it. The trial of the Holy See not only washed away those who were killed in Qiyu Port

Dirty blood allows us to stand up and say a few words when facing foreign tourists like you; at the same time, it also brings light to Qiyu Port! Before their arrival, this city only had darkness!



He vowed, but Ringer didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just an exaggerated metaphor.

The people of this country are very strange. They have elements of violence and anger in their bodies, but they have also acquired a more sensitive mind than others. Therefore, their emotional changes and expressions are more abundant and direct. In layman's terms, they are emotional. They

Sometimes he can dance and sing as if no one else is watching, but sometimes he seems sentimental, full of artistic atmosphere, and unpredictable.

The popular styles of "Remnant Body School" and "Emotional School" in the 17th century both originated here. When "Artist Weekly" selected the "Ten Artists with the Most Contributions in the History of the Western Continent", more than half of them were from Motosu. Therefore,

It’s not surprising that an ordinary farmer you bump into can utter such a vivid metaphor.

However, soon, the young man will know that Mr. Gweli is not exaggerating in this sentence.

……

The trolley left the country road and wandered onto the avenue. On both sides were large stretches of olive groves. The green leaves were dripping with water from the morning rainstorm, and there was a fresh green feeling. Several peasant women were in the olive grove.

When working there, they have to cut off rotten dead branches and roots, prune excess branches and leaves, water and fertilize, etc. Some olive trees still have white cloth for identification tied to their branches, which must have been newly grafted.

They work no slower than men, and are even more skilled.

Wandering fields, open avenues, warm sunlight, clear blue sky, endless olive trees, and the sound of singing floating in the wind. It was Mr. Gweli singing a classic folk song in the region in the car seat.

.Although Alice seems to be no longer interested in chatting, this thin man always has a way to keep his mouth occupied——

"Oh, dear Mr. Josiah, I decided to go to town today,

Bring a bundle of fodder, two eggs, three cans of milk and four guineas,

He's going to sell something.

After selling the fodder, I bought a new rubber ball for my son.

Ah, I've wanted this for a long time.

He would say: Hey, Dad, let’s play together!

After selling the eggs, buy a skirt for your daughter.

Ah, the style was from many years ago.

She would frown and then smile: But I still like it very much, thank you dad!

Oh, dear Mr. Josiah, I decided to go to town today.

He sold a bundle of fodder, two eggs and three cans of milk.

Including the four guineas I brought with me, there are still twenty-four guineas left.

Oh, dear Mr. Josiah, what else do you want to buy?

I think, just buy a bouquet of flowers——

Give it to my most beloved girl,

Because she is still waiting for me in the Olive Garden.

Wait until I get back to give her son a new ball.

Give her daughter an old style skirt.

Send her another beautiful bouquet of flowers!"

When he sang this, he stood up from the car seat excitedly and shouted to the women in the olive garden: "Hey, my favorite girls, can you tell me what flowers you want? Rose? Rose? Or purple gold?

Flower? Oh no, of course it can’t be the olive flower, because we girls from the Sicilia Peninsula have long been tired of seeing it!"

In response, a burly peasant woman in the olive garden winked at him, while another younger peasant woman shyly picked up what looked like solidified cow dung from the ground and threw it towards the cart.

He came over, but was dodged in time by the agile driver.

Alice suddenly burst out laughing on the hay pile, and Saint Charya couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

"Huh?" Mr. Gweli showed a puzzled expression: "Did I hear other people laughing just now?"

"No." Ringer replied expressionlessly: "You heard wrong.

In front of him, one step away from his shoes, lay a pile of cow dung quietly.

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