Chapter 528 Rest
Since there are no civilians in this dungeon who can serve as hostages for this group of God’s Rings, it means that the people above can implement any form of AOE to the bottom...
Of course, in fact, they did not implement anything in the end, because Sun Huang just counted some of the methods they could think of at the entrance of the dungeon, such as smoke, water attack, dung drowning, etc., which scared the other party and surrendered - anyway, they were about to die, and the group would rather die happily and decent than experience a painful and slow death in the dungeon.
In this way, the "fight" of that night came to an end, but the subsequent liquidation and aftermath work were only just beginning.
Due to the oppression and poisoning of Father Norchi, or the entire Divine Ring, over the years, the townspeople here did not dare to act rashly even if they heard the bells in the middle of the night... In less than half an hour, more than 90% of the townspeople obediently crawled out of their quilts and rushed to the church following the bells.
But the townspeople did not expect that tonight, when they came to the square in front of the church, the first thing they saw was Norchi, hanging under the firelight by iron chains under the bell tower.
The townspeople are so familiar with this figure.
Every Sunday, they would listen to this man who was kind and gentle on the surface but was actually cruel and vicious like a devil preached on the pastor's stage.
He is the nightmare of countless people at night, and he is also the "local emperor" of this town for many years.
If you change someone and hang up there today, everyone may not be able to see who it is for a while, but Norchi... in this small town, "the common people run away from a distance when they walk on the street." Who can't recognize him?
Then the next question is...why is he hanging there?
People continued to move forward with a sense of surprise and then saw the bodies of the cadres of the Divine Ring Association in the square.
At first, many people were indeed scared and panicked, but as more and more people gathered, everyone was not so scared. Then they started by watching the fun and chatting on a large scale.
It was at this time that the rangers rushed here with the remnants of the Divine Ring that they had captured alive.
Seeing that there was a chance to show his face in this place, Huang Donglai immediately used his light skills in front of everyone, jumped to a high place, and spoke with his internal skills, reporting a message similar to "Tonight, more than 60 people died, our people were safe and sound."
Good guy, the townspeople now look at him like gods.
Sun Yixie made her mouth sorely below and snorted coldly: "Hmph... Isn't it just jumping a little higher than ordinary people? I pretend to be yarn and don't know how to keep a low profile at all."
But it has to be said that in this era and in this environment, Huang Donglai's routine of making the people worship themselves as gods is far easier to control the scene and convey information than other communication methods...
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In a blink of an eye, two days passed in a hurry.
After becoming the "savior" in the hearts of the townspeople, the rangers not only failed to enjoy any blessings in the town, but on the contrary, they were very busy in the past two days.
The most difficult and tedious task of this is to count and distribute the property they seized based on the account books obtained from the God Ring Association...
Obviously, this matter must be done by the people organized by the Rangers. If it is left to the townsmen themselves, they know how much trouble will be in the end.
However, the work of "judging the God Ring to Resist the Party" can be handed over to the townsmen... In this regard, the rangers turned a blind eye to the townsmen's operations based on the principle of "not exhorting others to be good without the hardships of others".
Therefore, the local people have also revenge and revenge in the past two days. Basically, the "death penalty for all members" was implemented to the repressed party of the Divine Ring, and the death methods are still diverse.
However, there is one person who becomes an exception.
That's Valde.
He is the only member of the Divine Ring Association who has townsmen coming to help him speak good things...
It was through these people who spoke good things for him that people realized that in the past years, Barde often quietly helped some townspeople who were persecuted by the God Ring.
Although his help cannot fundamentally solve the problem, the little bit of effort day after day was not in vain.
This man who struggled between loyalty and conscience was finally saved by his conscience; after some discussion, the townspeople only sentenced him to a punishment of "exiting the town", which was almost equivalent to letting him go directly.
The regainable freedom of Barde was not freed from his pain.
Judging from his character and sense of honor, he felt that he could only atone for his sins by death, but his faith did not allow him to commit suicide, so for him, he would still live in humiliation and self-blame in his future life.
When Sun Huang saw that this guy was useful, he came to him and fooled him, saying that there is a chance to redeem your sins and regain your life. Are you interested?
Barde had worked as a demon hunter before, so he didn't need to explain it more. He already knew what this so-called "opportunity" was...
To put it bluntly, he was asked to join the high-hard circus, go to Transylvania to perform missions, and act as a "successful squad".
If he dies during the mission, he will sacrifice himself to fight against evil and die as much as possible. If he survives by chance, then he will be atone for his sins to complete the mission, or at least atone for part of his sins... He will feel that it is not enough, so he can immediately find another mission to do it until he dies.
Since it is a choice that is both life and death, Valde has no reason to refuse.
For people like him, life must have a goal. No matter whether things will deteriorate on the way to this goal, they will go all the way. As for whether they die well or live, that is the second.
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The third day, early morning.
Today is the day when Gaohard Circus plans to set off again. Since they delayed in this town for two more days, everyone had packed up most of their luggage last night and prepared to have breakfast early this morning and set off soon.
At the moment, the person who was squatting next to a few big pots and preparing breakfast for dozens of people was not someone else... it was Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai.
Someone may ask, why do they still have to do such work as a great contribution in this group and are obviously ranked among the management team?
It's very simple, others are doing too badly.
As early as the day when he arrived at the Rangers' camp, Sun Yixie complained to Huang Donglai: "The way these people cook every meal is to add a lot of water to a large pot, then throw it in a pile of unknown meat, internal organs, wild vegetables, etc., stir it, and finally sprinkle some limited seasonings... Is this the fuck that humans eat? After stewing for half an hour, the taste is no different from stewing urine."
Huang Donglai only advised him and comforted himself: "Maybe the conditions are limited, and they don't have any decent ingredients or kitchen utensils. When they arrive at the town shop in the future, they can eat some good things."
As a result, they later arrived at the town of Onesti and found that the food in the town was not much better...
Although you can eat relatively fresh bread and some batter soup that tastes light but can be eaten in the town, the difference is still very big compared to the dishes they eat in Dashi.
The most amazing thing is that after the grandson of the Rangers organization supplemented ingredients and seasonings in the town, they returned to the camp to make the same "stewed urine". It was obviously not a "condition" issue, but a chef's issue.
This is why, on the busiest day before the circus performance in the previous article, Sun Huang felt that eating fewer meals in the group would be no loss...
Later, they figured it out and wanted to eat well, but they had to do it themselves.
So the two who "helpful people work harder" could only take care of cooking.
They don’t mean that they do every meal very seriously, or want to show some Chinese cuisine in front of these foreigners, they simply want to make something that is not disgusting at least.
"I said... Brother Sun, we are also foreign aid experts specially summoned by these guys, but now we are becoming clowns and husbands, why do we feel like we are serving people?"
"Mom, I've wanted to complain a long time ago. If I had known this, what group we would have to go with? Just two of us, add Tyrel, and the three of them went lightly to Vanya. Then they changed their house and brought the little white-faced lair named "Sui Duo, and rescued Madame Venaza... Isn't that okay?"
"In your words, one place name and two people's names can only be said to be the name of a woman in the end, right?"
"Mao! It's hard to remember the first two names!"
"The problem is that the two of the previous ones are useful, but it doesn't matter if you can't remember the third one."
"Hey~ cooking, you added the salt in this pot a bit early..."
They were chatting. In the woods not far away, Koman, who had just finished removing the pressure of his bladder, walked out and walked naturally to them and squatted down.
"Ha..." The lord covered his mouth with his unwashed hand and yawned deeply, then said, "Good morning, two, what are you eating this morning?"
"Seafood stew, marinated jerky, and black bread." Huang Donglai replied casually.
"It sounds good." Koman said as he leaned over and smelled the smell from the pot. "Well... you two are really versatile. I think you can do something even if you change careers and become chefs."
"Then you may have an illusion of eating the food made by the British man in the group before. In our hometown, if the chef of the restaurant brought out the things we are doing now, the guests might have to turn over the table." Sun Yixie said.
"Oh? So, the food in Dashi is quite rich," Koeman said. "In my eyes, I can eat a few slices of freshly baked priest bread every morning, drink a cup of coffee, and have a meal of meat that makes me only make me feel like a tummy once at dinner, and a bottle of good wine, which is already a very good diet... If possible, I hope to eat this every day until the day I die."
"Don't you already own those?" Sun Yixie said suspiciously, "I see that your castle stocks a lot of wine, pepper, wheat bran, olive oil, and coffee beans... In addition, there are a lot of cattle and sheep in your territory, right?"
"Ha...not to mention how you only came to my castle and figured out these things clearly..." Koeman smiled bitterly, "but you may not understand some things..." He paused, "The things you said do belong to me, but I cannot enjoy them at will...
"More often, the fact that they 'existence' is more important than the title or bloodline of me, the lord; I can put these things on or exchange them for something with others, but I cannot consume them unscrupulously.
"Of course, if I am not afraid of family deterioration, or I don't care about wanton plundering from my own people, then I have more choices."
Sun Huang did not understand what Koeman said. Perhaps in the "Ming Dynasty" in their original world, some royal relatives would encounter similar problems with Koeman at a certain point in time, but in this great situation, because of too many differences in culture, system, national strength, etc., basically no one in the Central Plains could understand Koeman's situation.
"I heard what you mean... You are not easy to be a nobleman, right?" Huang Donglai teased.
"That's not the case. It's easier than 'financial' anyway." Koeman obviously wanted to end the topic, so he took the opportunity to lead the words elsewhere. "Do you know that I have almost never closed the bad debts I left behind in order to calculate the divine ring in the past two days?"
"Tsk... I'm complaining?" Sun Yixie also crawled along the pole and said with a calm face, "Look at us, as great nobles, aren't we squatting here to cook breakfast for you?"
"That can only be said that you two are far more noble and friendly than me." Koman shrugged and continued in a joke. "I am just a vulgar man who wants to save his wife and children, but now I am forced to do tedious things that only grassroots civil servants will do for a group of people who are not even on my territory. I only feel irritable and worthless about this."
"That's really wronged you." At this moment, Zhuangke's voice sounded.
He said, twisting his fat butt, squeezed away, and sat on the mud next to Coman.
"I have to respect all the 'nobles' here, thank you for your condescending dedication, hahaha..." Zhuangke said this with a smile in a sarcastic tone, and then picked up the wine pot he carried with him and sipped it.
"What? I heard someone talking about 'noble'? Are you talking about me?" After a breath, Lao Feng came out of nowhere and sat down on a stone next to the big pot. "Wow... this is so fragrant, what's in the pot?"
"Just just wild vegetables and salted fish."
"Isn't that the same as the cooks made before? But why is the smell so big?"
"I don't know, maybe the British like to pee in the pot."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Hey! I heard it! A boy from the East, don't think he can just make a few stews and say bad things behind his back!"
"I will also add booze to the bread behind others' backs. Come and get one."
"Okay, stop making trouble, get out of the way, give me a seat."
"Don't squeeze, man."
"What? Who said to me? I'm not your guy, friend..."
Before we knew it, it was already dawn.
The faint morning light gently spread through the camps outside the country, and the voices and smoke of cooking formed a unique fireworks atmosphere here.
Chapter completed!