When Roland arrived at Betta's house and saw that the door was ajar, he didn't hesitate to push the door open and enter.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw two women hugging and crying, and a sorrowful atmosphere spread.
It was Lisa, the maid, and her freckle-faced sister.
Betta stood to the side, a little ill at ease. When he saw Roland, he immediately came up and said, "Brother Roland, something happened."
Roland looked at the two women hugging and sobbing. He could roughly guess what was going on, but he still asked, "What's the specific situation?"
"Lisa's family was attacked. Her eldest brother and sister-in-law were killed on the spot, her parents are missing, and the bodies of her second brother, third brother, and youngest brother were thrown away in front of the house." Betta sighed softly after he finished speaking.
In fact, they had already expected such a situation. Lisa wasn't dead, and the murderer, who prided himself on being smart and proud, would most likely retaliate.
For this reason, Roland and Betta both suggested that Lisa's family leave the city. Because Lisa had become Betta's maid, it was relatively safer for her, and because her sister usually worked as a prostitute in some taverns, those places were originally protected by some big shots, it was also relatively safer.
So the only ones who had an accident were Lisa's family members who insisted on staying in the city and refused to leave.
In fact, Lisa's parents were betting that Betta would always protect them.
But Betta felt that what Roland said before made a lot of sense. He couldn't protect these people forever, and he was willing to escort these people out of the city to live elsewhere.
It was just that the other party refused and insisted on staying in the city to seek death. What could he do! He had already done his best and didn't feel any guilt in his heart. It was just that the two women's crying made him a little sad.
These two women were both reasonable and knew that this couldn't be blamed on Roland and Betta, so they naturally wouldn't shout nonsense like "why didn't you protect us" or anything like that.
But understanding was one thing. Even if it was their own parents who sought death, they would still feel the sorrow and discomfort that they should have.
"You stay here and protect the two of them. The enemy might find their way here." Roland looked at the sky outside and continued, "I'll go find Hawk and the others to understand the situation."
Betta nodded. Even if Roland didn't say so, he would have done so.
After leaving Betta's house, Roland was not in a hurry to leave the city. He first went to the Church of Life.
In the prayer hall, Roland saw Jett kneeling on the ground, facing the statue of the Life Goddess, his eyes closed, looking pious.
There was no one in the Temple of Life except Jett.
Roland walked in, walked behind Jett, and asked, "Are you interested in doing a quest with me without a reward?"
"No problem." Jett opened his eyes and stood up.
"I hope I didn't interrupt your prayers."
"It's fine, as long as the goddess is in my heart."
Roland couldn't help but laugh. "Why do I feel like you're worshipping Buddha?"
"It's about the same." Jett said naturally, "The Buddha is a god, and the Goddess of Life is also a god. Just change the name and pray."
Pragmatism … In essence, this should be considered a false believer.
However, this didn't have much to do with Roland. He waved at Jett and led him out of the city gate.
Roland found Hawk at the construction site by the river.
As soon as Hawk saw him, he went straight into the house that had already been built but didn't have much furniture.
There was a fresh smell of mud in the room. For some people, this smell was very pleasant, but some people didn't like it. Jett didn't like it very much. He gently fanned himself in front of his nose.
"You asked me to send a few beggars to keep an eye on the Ritter family in the slums. Not long ago, those beggars came over to report that something had happened. I guess you'll come looking for me soon." Hawk's expression was a little angry. "I don't know much, and those beggars aren't professional scouts. However, the perpetrators are confirmed to be members of the gangs in the north district. That night, they killed a few of Old Ritter's sons and kidnapped the Ritters. Quite arrogant, completely treating human lives as insects. "
Roland looked at Hawk's expression and sighed. "There's no need to be so angry. Didn't we already know that this world is a dog-eat-dog world? Whether it's the heart-eating incident you were involved in or the disappearance of the young girl that Betta and I were involved in, those big shots really don't treat the lives of civilians as lives. Get over it. "
Jett knew that Roland was involved in the "disappearance of the young girl," but he didn't know that Hawk was involved in the heart-eating incident. So now he had a curious expression on his face.
"What infuriates me the most is that the civilians here don't have any consciousness of resistance. They're just glad that it didn't happen to them, and they look like they're resigned to their fate." Hawk's square face was full of disappointment and disappointment. "It makes me want to move the contents of the little red book here."
Jett immediately became excited when he heard this. "Huh, that sounds interesting. I think it's possible. "
This was obviously someone who liked to join in on the fun and didn't mind things getting bigger.
But Roland shook his head. "Impossible. The productivity and combat power of this world are in the hands of professionals and nobles. They can use magic to improve crops, and the soil is also theirs. A fully armed physical professional, even if he isn't an Elite, can easily kill dozens of villagers. Even if these villagers are armed with simple weapons. Not to mention there are professional levels like Masters and Legends, the difference in combat power is too great. Personally, I don't look too favorably upon such behavior. Unless our players' levels are all raised to a certain level and we have our own sphere of influence, it's better not to do something like reform. "
All three of them were people who had memorized politics textbooks, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get into college.
The simple truth was that political power could only be obtained if the barrel of a gun was hard enough. The two of them were discouraged when they heard this. They had to admit that what Roland said made sense.
Seeing that they had given up on this idea, Roland continued, "Although we can't do big things right now, it's still possible to do some small things. How about we go for a stroll around the eastern suburbs? "
Jett said with a happy expression, "Okay, no problem."
Hawk nodded. "Give me a few minutes, I'll go talk to Link about some things."
After about twenty minutes, Roland and the other two appeared in the slum alleys of the eastern suburbs.
Things like gangs had always grown better in poor lands. The nobles in the rich areas had their own private soldiers and guards, and there, they could only be beaten up, so they could only go bully the commoners and suck the flesh and blood of the weak, relying on this way to survive and grow stronger.
The alleys of the slums seemed very quiet, with not many people walking around outside.
Roland looked left and right, occasionally seeing the eyes of a poor person peek out from a crack in the window, but when he saw Roland staring at him, he immediately shrank back into the darkness and closed the window even tighter.
These pairs of eyes were filled with panic and fear.
And inside the alleys, there was a faint smell of blood.
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