Chapter 476: If you can’t defeat Gretel, let’s fight the cowpox first!
A week later, [Viper] Arezzo sat under the desk lamp and silently opened his notebook.
February 15th, playing cards in the tavern.
February 16th, playing cards in the tavern.
February 17th, playing cards in the tavern.
February 18th...You can’t be so decadent! Cheer up! Find a way!
On February 19th, cards were played in the tavern.
February 20th, playing cards in the tavern.
Well……
In fact, it's not that he didn't work at all... at least, Mr. [Viper] was very serious about going out early and coming back late every day to observe the target person's activity patterns.
Hiding outside the mage tower in the morning, watching Gretel riding the Silver Moon Deer, passing through the wilderness like a gust of wind, heading straight to the Oak Grove Medical Research Institute;
Hiding in the woods outside the hospital at night, I watched Gretel ride a silver-moon deer, rush into the wilderness at a speed that was not slow at all, and rush back to the mage tower at full speed;
Or the hospital in the morning, the Mage Tower in the evening; the hospital in the morning, the hospital in the evening...
The big deer, with a shoulder height of more than two meters and antlers spread out nearly four meters, was obviously a mid-level or close to high-level monster. Its fighting ability was not weak, and its running ability was stronger.
Arezzo estimated that if it ran with all its strength, even if he could catch up with it, his traces would definitely be exposed...
Although the target is not worthy of this mount at all.
Mr. Arezzo could clearly see that every time he got on and off his mount, Gretel would either climb up the deer's back on the steps, be carried up by barbarians, or be picked up by the Silver Moon Deer... Without any external force, he
Can't even climb up!
By the way, there's that barbarian!
Every time the target travels, there are either two or three people on the back of the Silver Moon Deer. The barbarians are also close to high-level warriors, full of energy and vigilance. With the close protection of the warriors, it is more difficult to kill the mage.
times.
There is also that elf beauty. Although I don’t know how strong she is from far away, but occasionally I glance back at the deer’s back, and her eyes shine brightly, which makes my heart shiver.
Mr. Arezzo feels that it is better to be careful. It is best to be unaware, kill with one blow, and travel thousands of miles. The kind of rough work that alarms the entire city before it succeeds, causing a large number of hidden piles to be uprooted.
Son, he [Viper] Arezzo can't do it...
By the way, what was the name of that idiot who killed half the city's hidden piles before? Forget it, that's not important.
The important thing is that the goal is really not easy to get close to. Mr. Arezzo made and overturned plans, overturned and made them again, shaking his head again and again:
A wheel broke while the truck was traveling and it overturned and blocked the road?
A funeral procession passed by carrying a coffin. When it reached the target, the coffin fell over?
A rich man's bodyguard chases a thief and gets closer to his target?
Creating these accidents, sneaking up in the crowd, and killing with one strike is Mr. Viper's specialty. However, the target only goes to the wilderness, and the speed is fast. Approaching high-level monsters is not a trap or trap.
Something that can be put down...
Forget it, it's better than staying in the mage's tower and not going out for 365 days a year. Mr. Arezzo shook his head and continued to play cards in the tavern.
In the smoke, many half-truths, half-falsities, and miscellaneous news quietly spread out.
"One to six."
"One to eight...Have you heard that those big guys are trying to steal money from us again?"
"A pair of nine...what month does it take for them not to scratch? How can you succeed in doing business in the city of mages without being robbed of money by magicians?"
"A pair of queens... To be honest, the city of Nevis is quite a well-behaved place. As long as you pay taxes on time, it usually won't be a big deal. If it were anywhere else, they could swallow you up in one bite, and you won't have time to reason."
go."
"No...it's true. But this time it was scratched too hard. It is said that an additional tax of 800,000 to 900,000 gold coins will be levied!"
"Eight or nine hundred thousand!!! What happened? Is the Guanghui Cult calling again?"
"No!... It seems that some big bosses from above said that the whole city should be vaccinated against smallpox. You know, for one gold coin, there are so many poor people in the city, this money must not fall on us? Three
A four and a pair of three.”
"Three sevens and one pair of sixes. That's too much! There are eight people in our family, and I have already paid out eighty gold coins. Do you still want to scratch my money? If I had known, I would have waited until each person had one gold coin.
Go again!”
"Three 10s and a pair of 8s. Doesn't this force us to support those poor people? We were asked to pay for public toilets and tap water last time, and we are still asked to pay this time! Nobles do not pay, temples do not pay, they are just squeezed
us!"
After finishing the game, Mr. Arezzo made a small profit of two silver coins and quietly got up. He walked into the toilet, turned his coat inside out, put on a fake beard, and applied a few smears on his face, hair, and waist.
The pole bent down. When I walked out, I had become a different person.
Mr. [Viper] squeezed through the crowd and ordered a glass of Dunbar wine at the bar. While drinking, he naturally stepped aside and joined the chat of another group of drinkers:
"By the way, have you ever heard that...the thing injected into our bodies is made from cows?"
"What? On a cow?!"
"Why don't you know it yet? It's written aboveboard on the "Ordinary Magician..." thing!"
"Those magicians are so abominable, they bully us without being able to see, and they wantonly squeeze our money!"
"Forget about the money! My maid has a cousin, and her sister-in-law was sown. It is said that starting from the punctured place on her arm, a thick layer grew, like cowhide! Now it has grown to
My whole arm!"
"Is it so scary?"
"Do you think those magicians will trick us into planting this, and then ask us to pay a ransom when we are about to turn into cows?"
"...Isn't that right? The great mages are still reasonable. Besides, there are legendary mages watching!"
"But I heard that the person who came up with this thing is a necromancer! From the Plague School!"
"The Necromancer..." The drinkers collectively shuddered, and even those who were originally drunk were frightened to wake up. Then, Mr. Arezzo saw several drunkards staggering around, each looking for a reason to leave the tavern.
, probably thinking of something.
...Are you so afraid of the Necromancer?
Mr. Arezzo burst into laughter. He also wandered away from the tavern and returned to his residence. Not long after, he changed his appearance and appearance, got on a carriage, and went to the club to play cards and chat.
Even without him fanning the flames, some undercurrents of worry are quietly spreading in the city of Nevis. Real money speaks loudest. Who pays for the additional cost of eight to nine million gold coins?
Even if the parliament can reduce the cost by half, it will still cost four to five million, right? If it can reduce it by half again, it will cost two to three hundred thousand?
Those are gold coins! Not copper! And it is an additional tax on top of normal taxes! You know, with two or three thousand gold coins, you can buy a good set of knight armor, or a manor located in the outskirts of Nevis!
The knife will hurt anyone who cuts it!
In a high-end villa in the Garden District, a dozen gentlemen in silk coats passed around a drawing and laughed lowly from time to time:
In the drawing, a woman is rolling up her sleeves to receive a cowpox vaccination. Around her, five or six people have grown bull noses, horns, heads, and even calves sprouting from various parts of their bodies...
"Mr. Dandels is a wonderful writer."
"That woman's expression is so vivid."
"If it's published in the tabloid tomorrow, it will spread to every pub, right?"
"I don't know how many people can be scared..."
"...So, we have to stop this." A gentleman with wool curly hair and a dark blue velvet coat slammed the table. He stood up tall, waved his hands, and tried to increase his momentum:
"Even the mages can't do whatever they want... Nevis City is Nevis City for everyone, not just the mages! We can't let them rob money whenever they want, and want to use strange things
Inject it into our bodies and pass a bill on the head!"
"Not even if Legend opens his mouth?"
Someone asked quietly below. The speaker's momentum was suffocated, and the white wool curls on his head seemed to be a little gray. He paused, but still struggled to answer:
"Legend can't ignore the opinions of all citizens! Nevis City has a population of millions, and he is not the one who has the final say! Mages, temples, nobles, and citizens jointly rule this city. This is the agreement made when the city was founded.
It’s written on the first stone tablet at the foot of Igor Peak and at the beginning of the mountain road!”
"The goddess teaches us to be kind and compassionate, and to take care of the poor who have no food or clothing and are sick." Next to the long oval table, another person spoke in a low voice:
"To refuse to pay to help the poor get rid of smallpox just because 'we can already resist this' is unreasonable at the very least. It cannot be said with confidence and in public for everyone to hear."
"You object to my opinion?"
"No. I just hope there is a better reason."
"If you get vaccinated against cowpox, cowhide will grow. What about the horns?"
"It has been confirmed that the horns are rumored to be a clown in a circus pretending to have fun. As for the cowhide, the servants of the God of Nature, the priests of the goddess, and a pharmacist have confirmed that it is just simple dermatitis. Use
Herbal remedies are easy to cure."
"..."
"It's okay to secretly incite citizens with such flimsy reasons. It's not okay to openly oppose the Parliament. The rules of this world are ultimately in the hands of powerful people. Attack the Parliament with fabricated reasons. Could it be that the legendary mage,
Aren’t you going to kill people?”
The original speaker was speechless and sat down silently. The person who refuted him stood up from the shadows, looked around, and raised his voice:
"Gentlemen, ordinary citizens can say that they don't want to pay, and they don't want to pay for the poor. We cannot say this. We need stronger reasons in newspapers, in squares, and at city hall meetings.
"
He paused and looked around. The audience around him raised their heads and looked at him with respect:
"To be more specific, we need a more noble reason to support our purpose! Gentlemen, we must be morally impeccable at all times!"
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