As Angora's caravan (though there were only two of them) drove through Tunaya, Vela couldn't help feeling puzzled as she looked out the window at the deserted streets.
"Isn't Tunaya a big city in the North? Why does it look so run-down … and there aren't even any pedestrians? It's so deserted. "
"Winter came early this year, and the citizens of Tunaya weren't prepared for the blizzard. Many houses collapsed because of it. The residents of the city could only hide in their homes and wait for the arrival of the Sowing Festival. Those whose houses had collapsed could only live in refugee camps or shacks. It was already good enough if they did not freeze or starve to death. How could they wander the streets? About a thousand people will die in the entire winter season. "
Even if he had stayed in the Unnamed Town all this winter, Angora had grown up in Tunaya and could guess the reason why the city was so deserted and run-down. "Tunaya … no, it's not just Tunaya. Every city in the Valla Empire would experience such a situation once every two to three years. After all, the God of Blizzard is an evil deity to the people of the Valla Empire, and only the barbarians and snow monsters of the highlands would worship him. That's why he wouldn't care for this country."
"But aren't the streets a little too run-down? It doesn't even compare to our town …"
Vela still couldn't understand.
"I say, Vela, are you sure you're not mistaken? I'm not bragging, but there's no city or town in the entire Valla Empire that could compare to our town. Not even the Imperial Capital or the Holy City! " Angora said proudly. "After all, not every deity is called the God of Games, and not every believer can carry bricks like the Players, rain or shine."
"But there were so many people entering the city … and we even had to line up to get in …" Vela still couldn't understand. After all, even if she was the boss lady of the town, she was still a little girl from the outskirts, and naturally wouldn't know much about such things.
"Those are all 'merchants'." There was no smile on Angora's face when he mentioned that, and it was replaced with disdain as if he was looking at a blood-sucking mosquito. "Even if winter is about to pass, most of the citizens in the city are running out of food and savings. It's the toughest part of the season. During this period of time, with just a little bit of food, we can buy 'young and strong laborers' and 'young or young women' that are hard to come by normally from those poor people. "
"You, you mean …" Vera was stunned for a moment, then immediately came to her senses, and her delicate brows furrowed tightly.
"Slaves. Aside from war, this is the best time to get slaves. " Angora confirmed her suspicions. "And not those skinny refugees who might die at any moment, but healthy slaves who are even stronger."
"Isn't the Valla Empire's royalty going to do something about it? Where are the people from the Brilliant White Church? "
Vera's face was filled with disbelief.
"The First Prince is the master of the largest slave market in the Empire, and most of the slave merchants serve the nobles of the Empire. Why would they do anything about it? Restraining the nobles of the North from getting involved is already the greatest mercy that weak father of mine has shown to the commoners. " "As for the Brilliant White Church …" Angora replied. "Did you know that the cleaners and laborers in the monastery are actually slaves too? The bigwigs of the Brilliant White Church love nothing more than to go to the slave market and use their status to get a few slaves for free. Then, they would watch their grateful faces and treat them as free coolies that are no different from slaves, to be squeezed to death in monasteries and churches! "
Vera looked as if her worldview was crumbling.
The darkest thing she had ever encountered in her life was when the tax collectors overtaxed her, or when the young men of the town were forcibly recruited to join the Sacred Army to fight against the undead. Even when they were attacked by the undead, the townsfolk would fight back as one, and after Angora brought the faith of the God of Games, the entire town developed day by day. She never knew that the people of the big cities could be this evil.
At this moment, she suddenly felt that it would be better to live a free and fulfilling life in a small town than to be a resident of the so-called big city that looked glamorous.
At the same time, she was even more grateful for the God of Games' blessing and protection of the town, allowing the town that was once on the brink of destruction to become a paradise for the players.
That left Xi Wei, who was planning his next step in his Divine Kingdom, at a loss. How did a believer suddenly become a devout believer? I didn't do anything else apart from adding a class that makes the players suffer …
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Leaving aside Vera, who was still trying to change her worldview, Angora's convoy arrived at the center of Tunaya, the Silver Eagle Castle after crossing the frozen surface of the Arabe River.
Angora, on the other hand, was surprised to find that his father had brought his servants to welcome him outside the castle. Angora, who had thought that he was very mature and had a heart of steel that would not be easily moved, could not help but look touched.
"Dad!" He jumped out of the car and quickly walked forward, wanting to have a touching reunion with his father.
But Horan, who was sitting opposite him, looked confused. "Angora, why are you back?"
Angora:???
Weren't you the one who asked me to come back?
In that instant, not only did Angora hold back the tears that he was about to shed, he even imagined that Miller had faked an imperial edict and colluded with the mastermind to frame him. It was a medieval political drama that could last at least eight seasons.
Still, before Angora could decide if he should explain himself to his father or simply turn and leave, Horan came to his senses. "No, what I mean is, child. Didn't I tell you to come back during the Sowing Festival? Hmm, I'm glad to see you here safely. "
Angora showed a doubtful expression. He glanced at the retainers behind his father, who were smiling awkwardly but politely at him.
Could it be that he was thinking too much? No, if they weren't waiting for him, then who were they waiting for?
In the next moment, Angora knew the answer.
A familiar-looking carriage pulled by two chocobos slowly stopped in front of the Silver Eagle Castle.
The coachman opposite Angora jumped down from the carriage and was about to open the door for his master with a pompous gesture when he saw Joe on Angora's deer carriage.
Joe flexed his pecs at him.
The coachman immediately remembered the fear of being pressed against his face by Joe's huge pecs, and the humiliation of having to make way for him.
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