Of course, Winter will not be in a hurry to leave the slums. He knows very well that if he wants to make a living in New Camelot City, he and his sister, the poorest people at the bottom, will not be able to get ahead.
But now the opportunity has come. Instead of fishing for some coins and broken silver from the fingers of the gang gangster, if you get close to the mage master, you might be able to turn around in the blink of an eye! Winter doesn't know that Milda is a psychic.
Anyway, in his eyes, most of the people who can cast spells are mages.
Winter followed Mida to the open space where the soup was boiled. Several black iron cauldrons were set up beside the wall. Inside were bubbling and boiling pitch-black potions, exuding a somewhat pungent smell. There was an extremely tall man.
The strong man led several people to look after the fire and filled out bowl after bowl of potion.
"Mida, you came back just in time." Ma'ang, who was so tall that he could almost cast a shadow, approached and glanced at Winter inadvertently. His somewhat dull eyes flashed with an unpredictable meaning. He took out two wooden plaques with seals engraved on them.
Weird runes: "The effectiveness of these two spiritual runes has been exhausted, and I cannot recharge them."
Mida took the wooden sign that was still stained with ink-black potion, held it lightly with five fingers, and the silver light circulated among the runes, and asked: "Maian, you have been with the teacher for a long time in the past, haven't you learned how to make magic talismans?"
Myon raised his eyes and looked at Winter. The young man walked away wisely, but he still pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.
"I'm better at making the display of psychic powers different from the original form, making it last longer, have a wider range of influence, or be similar to a mage's extremely effective and powerful metamagic expertise." Myang said: "The focus is not on this right now.
, I heard news that the slums may be running out of food."
Meda asked, "Where did you hear that?"
Maian raised his hand and tapped his forehead: "I have been monitoring the entire slum. The priest under Zhuo Mu reported to him that the price of food in the city has soared in the past few days, and several shops that wholesale wheat have closed since today."
Midan frowned slightly. She also suffered from hunger when she was a child. Unlike the Canned Street in Fire Dance City, the slums in New Camelot City are a large area of extremely dense shacks and old houses. They are located in the southeast corner of the city, adjacent to the docks, and the terrain is low-lying.
The church's preliminary calculation of the number of people was close to 10,000, and the slum itself was comparable to a small city.
The poor people here basically do the most menial and menial jobs. Men with some strength go to the docks and ports in groups to do odd jobs, or wander around the city collecting garbage; women sew and mend laundry for dock workers during the day, and sell their bodies at night.
An extremely common thing.
The poor have always worked a day to earn food. Even the gang bosses in the slums could not hoard too much food. Fortunately, the slums are closer to the sea. Some people simply go to the sea to fish and collect shells. Some people are smart.
, actually even planted hemp grass in the cramped slums - of course, it was also tightly controlled by gangs in the past.
It can be said that the slums of New Camelot City are a city within a city. The poor here live a completely different life from the rich, nobles and middle-class citizens. In this sewage-filled and stinking environment, they have
Their own independent livelihood. Most people have never seen a gold coin in their lives, and their neighbors may sleep on rag hammocks above their heads. Some poor people, with a family of more than ten people, may only have a pair of trousers, which the men wear when going out to work.
Women just look forward to having guests come to their door.
But after all, such a large slum consumes food every day, and it can only be purchased from the outside world. In the past, those who controlled the food in the slum were mainly local gangs. Now that the gang gangsters have been wiped out by Mida and Zhuo Mu, even if they
There was a backer above, but they didn't dare to retaliate, so the matter of raising food for the poor naturally fell on the church.
At first, this went smoothly. After all, the church wanted to buy food, and some merchants were willing to sell it. They even took the initiative to sell food at low prices in order to please the clergymen who were friends with the church.
But within a few days, I don’t know who was the first to spread the news that on the eve of the provincial governor’s inspection of grain reserves, a fire suddenly broke out in the storage area and a large amount of grain was burned. The news was in the newspapers that day and spread throughout the streets.
, sensitive middle-class citizens noticed the abnormal situation and went to stock up on food one after another, causing the price of food in New Camelot City to rise.
After learning about this, the provincial governor sent officials to refute the rumors. However, many merchants had already sold out the grain, so they proposed to purchase grain from the governor's official warehouse.
It stands to reason that the warehouses set up by the imperial provinces can indeed be sold at low prices when cities and towns are in urgent need to alleviate difficulties, but this must be done with the personal permission of the provincial governor.
But this time the Governor of Russia and Georgia did not intend to sell the stored grain, which greatly confused the citizens. Isn't it a rumor that the fire burned the warehouse? Since there is grain in the warehouse, why can't it be sold? There is no war at the moment. From the governor's residence
So what is the problem with transferring a batch of grain under heavy protection to alleviate the needs of citizens?
The very next day, the headline of the newspaper was "Excuse me, Governor, why do you sit back and watch the people starve indifferently?", which also included an article by the famous writer "The Pied Piper", talking about how the Governor of Russia secretly obtained low prices from colonial farms.
How to collect grain, hoard it, and sell it to the Old Continent at high prices. It was also revealed which chambers of commerce the Governor of Auger cooperated with, and the contents of the secret conversations between the Governor and the nobles of the Old Continent in "Twilight Fairy".
In the evening of that day, citizens who had not had time to buy food gathered near the governor's residence and began a demonstration, which soon turned into a physical conflict with the guards of the residence.
"In fact, a group of poor people were sent away yesterday, and they haven't come back yet," Maian said.
"Who asked me to leave and where did I go?" Mida asked.
"Some of the gangsters who escaped at the beginning, and their backers," said Myang: "This group of people told the poor people that they would make money by working with them, take care of food and drink, and then they blended into the demonstrators."
Mida was silent for a while and asked: "Did you know about it before? Why didn't you stop them?"
Maian asked: "Why should I stop it?"
Mida was startled for a moment, then nodded: "That's right, this is not your obligation."
"It's not yours either." Ma'ang said, "Although I don't know what happened behind this, I can detect the malice."
"Malicious?" Meda asked.
Ma'ang's expression was dull: "This city is filled with indescribable mixed information flows, which are projected on the star realm to form several weird currents that are entangled with each other. The people are just waves caught in them. Different trends are currently accumulating strength. If it reaches
Once a certain limit is reached, it will immediately break out and turn into a tragic war."
Mida's expression did not change, she just pondered for a moment. Winter, who was eavesdropping next to him, suddenly became uneasy. He knew very well how gangsters drove the poor to cause trouble, and couldn't help but ask: "Is something big going to happen in the city?
"
Mida turned back and said: "New Camelot City may not be very stable right now. If you are worried, you can leave as soon as possible."
Winter has not yet made a lot of money, so he left New Camelot City like this. How is he any different from the refugees who are digging dirt outside the city? I guess they are worse off than they are now? And without the protection of the city wall, just with Winter's
With thin arms and thin legs, if you run into a group of robber monsters, you will lose your life.
"Leave? Isn't it?" Winter shuddered: "You are saying that some civilians marched outside the governor's residence? This has happened before. I remember that it was to reduce taxes and drive away the Imperial Legion.
Don't let them be stationed in New Camelot."
"Do you know much about this matter?" Meda asked.
Winter replied: "I...my father had just died on the front line, and the pension sent to my family was reduced. My sister was almost sold to a brothel."
Maian tilted his head and said: "The Imperial Legion was driven away last time. Who will be driven away this time? If you are unwilling to quit, you will definitely fight."
Meda said: "The church scribes have just arrived in New Camelot City. What if they refuse to leave?"
Winter didn't understand the conversation between the two of them. Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Who is leaving?"
Several people turned to look and saw the old man in a linen robe walking towards him with a smile: "I heard that the slums might run out of food tomorrow, so I got everyone together to see if there is any solution."
Also coming with the old man in linen macao was the devout prayer named Zhuo Mu. He nodded towards Mida and then said, "I've been to several shops in the past two days and found that they really don't have any food in stock."
"Bah! The same group of bosses are behind these shops!" the old man in linen robes cursed with his hands on his hips: "They don't know why they are crazy, and they join forces to raise the price of grain. The reason is that the weather is cold during the sowing days this year, and grain production is expected to be greatly reduced.
He also threw the blame on the Mutual Protection Alliance, saying that they occupied the best grain-producing area in the New World and restricted grain exports... Now I heard that the 'Duke of the Heart' has also come to New Camelot City.
Citizens are about to gather to demonstrate outside the high-end hotel where he is staying!"
Mida's face remained calm, but her mood fluctuated slightly. Rosalian's head popped out of her collar and whispered to Mida: "We are going to attack Olanso. I guess the situation is not optimistic."
Zhuo Mu coughed dryly and said: "But I have already inquired about it. Duke Dekford has many large farms in the imperial provinces, and he should have sufficient food reserves. I plan to talk to the head of the court to discuss with the duchess, and invite food
Shop owners work together to provide cheap food to the people."
The old man in linen robe said angrily: "These people only have Jinyang coins in their eyes, and they won't sell them! Unless you put the sword to their necks!"
Zhuo Mu shook his head and said: "It has not reached this point yet, and we will not let them pay in vain. Under the miracle of our Lord, there is no difference between the rich and the common people."
The old man in linen robe chuckled and said: "To put it bluntly, we are exchanging the church's miraculous services for food."
Zhuo Mu said: "If possible, wouldn't this be able to save more people? And under the guidance of the church, the rich also know how to perform goodwill."
"But what if they refuse to help?" said the old man in Ma Pao: "Maybe they just donate a small amount on the surface and still maintain the high food prices in the city."
After a moment of silence, Zhuo Mu said, "Then the rest has nothing to do with our church."
Mida seemed to think of something when she heard this, and Zhuo Mu said: "After I leave, you have to be careful. I guess those gangsters may bring people to take revenge."
"What are you afraid of? With this big guy here, who dares to mess around?" The old man in linen robe raised his hand and patted Ma'ang's mighty arm, but the other party just responded with a blank expression.
Not long after Zhuo Mu left the slum with his priests and priests, Mida was still taking care of the patients there when she suddenly heard a message from Xuan Weizi:
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"Pack your things and leave New Camelot City before dark."
Mida held the cirrus jade pendant and asked: "Teacher, is there going to be a battle in the city?"
"Tonight the church is hosting a banquet to invite the city's richest people. This is an ultimatum. If we don't choose a side, the governor will probably lead the imperial army to liquidate and confiscate their homes," Xuan Weizi said.
Mida asked: "Imperial Legion? Didn't they leave New Camelot City?"
"That was done by Governor Auger and Marshal Cavendish. They are the same group!" Xuan Weizi said: "Don't look at the citizens making trouble at the governor's residence now. Governor Auger doesn't care at all. He has never cared about it.
From the beginning, he wanted to attack the rich and nobles in the city. Only in this way could he have enough confidence and financial resources to establish an independent country.
Nowadays, the rich and nobles in the city are deeply involved with the empire. If this connection is not cut off in advance, even if an independent country is established in the future, there will be a large group of rich people in the country who are secretly colluding with the empire and destroying the foundation of the new country. This kind of thing must not be done.
tolerate."
"The Eye of Mystery will not sit back and let this happen." Mida said.
"No, but we can't delay it now." Xuan Weizi said: "The Governor of Oger will definitely not take out the grain stored in his own warehouse, otherwise once it is put into the store market, it will be taken away by the rich men of the chamber of commerce at a high price.
At that time, people will still be unable to buy food, and people's anger will still not be quelled.
And among these wealthy nobles in the city, which one doesn’t have many farms and plantations under their name? The governor can’t compete with them in the grain market! Instead of opening warehouses to stock up on grain, it’s better to raid their homes and liquidate them, which they will have to do sooner or later anyway!”
"Is this the reason why the church scribe came to New Camelot City?" Mida finally came to her senses.
Xuan Weizi said: "I think Governor Auger should have had close contact with the head of the scholastic academy in private. As for the purpose of the scholastic academy, it is complicated in itself. It is not false to rectify the New World Church. But rectifying the church organization is a long-term process.
In the process, it is impossible for the scribal academy in the distant empire to keep an eye on the New World, unless..."
Mida then continued: "Unless the Scribes also find their own foothold in the New World, and even become the state religion of a country."
"The Holy Church has never been the state religion in the empire for hundreds of years. Although it can still continue, it will inevitably have a sense of crisis of decline if it continues like this." Xuan Weizi said: "Now the emperor of the empire has fallen.
If we pay more attention to the mission academy, then don’t blame the scholastic academy for looking for another partner.”