Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 391 The Wisdom of Mortals

The little fairy left with Zhen Cheng in the elevator, but Van Baer's bumpkins stayed where they were.They couldn't adapt to the freedom of the Land of Myriad, and were waiting for instructions from their respective presidents.

The leader of the caravan, Mr. Logist, rolled his eyes and randomly allocated the rooms under his command, but he dragged the other three leaders into the same bedroom.

"What do you think?" he whispered.There are machines in the world that can eavesdrop, as well as magic that can allow him to be monitored without anyone noticing, so he deliberately lowered his voice to make the atmosphere mysterious.

Mr. Falme of the Society Gang shrugged and said: "If this is the background of Miss Poet, I don't think we have anything to regret when we choose to follow her.

Although I don't know much about the affairs of the gods, as far as I can see, this is a force that can rival the kingdom of God.

'The Land of All Me'... Strange, never heard of such a place before. "

Lord Logister sighed: "Miss Poet has the ability to compete against the Kingdom of God, so what does it have to do with us? Do you really think this is an opportunity?

Even if she wanted to recruit poets, Ms. Gaisha was the only one that could be accepted in this place, right? "

His eyes fell on Ms. Gaisha with undisguised envy.

Gaisha laughed dryly, and said empathetically, "I think what Lord Logist wants to talk about is the situation in the lower city.

Miss Poet's plan is very clear. If the House of Commons can't catch us, they won't be able to make an example of them and force the people in the lower city to bow their heads. After all, even if they kill them all, they won't be able to get back the supplies, and they won't be able to kill all their property. '.

But the goods were detained with us, and it was impossible for the House of Commons alone to call them over. That would be courting death.There was a woman in my crafting gang who had a little contact with the Land of Myriad Me, and she had a superficial understanding of it.

She once saw a 'Holy Maiden' from here who came to her rescue when she was in distress.That is a true god, commanding a large number of 'players' who are as powerful as the members of the House of Commons.

And above the saint girl, there are thirteen chiefs who are comparable to the Grand Duke Van Bieber... I suspect that this lady poet may be a saint girl from the Land of Myriad. "

Ms. Gaisha's sudden intelligence shocked the other three.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Lord Logist finally realized, and said with a gloomy expression: "That's almost what it means. The game between the Land of Myriads and the Royal Court of Vanbia is a heavenly thing for us little ants who are mixed in it." A great opportunity is also a fatal crisis.

The House of Commons can't catch us, can't get the goods back, and can't make a large-scale attack on the gangs in the lower city, and even if they do oppression, they can only squeeze out some rice bran that the nobles will never touch.

The problem of shortage of goods cannot be solved, and they have only two ways in the end.The first one is to bring this matter directly to the Four Dukes and even the Holy Emperor, the ancestor of the gods, and Van Baer will start a war against the Land of Myriad Me.

But as long as they are not crazy, it is absolutely impossible for them to do such a thing that is not beneficial to them, not to mention that they may not even understand that the Land of Myriad is involved, and eventually become cannon fodder for conquering the obscene ancient god in the abyss.

The second way is to bow to Miss Poet, meet her request, and exchange the goods.

It sounds like we've won a big victory, but let's not forget what Miss Poet said when she called us in the first place.She just came to pick up something, just a visitor from Van Baer.

If she stays here for a long time, it will be fine to lead my four major gangs and replace the House of Commons. What's the matter if we give up our lives to accompany the gentleman to find a better way out?

But if she took things, patted her ass and left, leaving behind us who are still at the helm of the four major gangs in the lower city and the nobles of the House of Commons who were beaten to the brink of death and suffocated... What will be the result?
After all, Miss Poet is under no obligation to save us.And according to my observation, she is definitely not a lawful and good camp, the kind of existence that takes pride in keeping her promises and treating people kindly. "

"You mean..." Mr. Farmey frowned and shook his head as if realizing something, "No, it's too dangerous. How dare you? No...do you really intend to?"

Seeing Falme's hesitation like a riddleman, the simple-minded old Walker frowned and asked, "What are you thinking? Can't you explain something?"

"If there is an opportunity to free the brothers of the Labor Gang from the fate of being brutally oppressed by the House of Commons forever, and we need to risk our lives to fight for it, would you be willing to do it?" Logist immediately asked.

"Count me in." Old Walker gave up figuring out more twists and turns, and Logist's words hit his weakness.

He couldn't figure out those fancy schemes, but he believed in his own eyesight, and believed that the crazy determination in Logiste's eyes was not the usual trickery for profit.

"But we have already sworn allegiance to Miss Poet. If we betray her now, it will be tantamount to cutting off all retreats," Mr. Falme still hesitated:

"If our lives are exchanged for the happiness of tens of millions of people in the lower city of the capital of Vanbaiere for generations, this is not a loss-making business.

But if we really do this, even if we are willing to take these old lives to vent our anger on Miss Poet, how can we guarantee that she will continue to play the role of spokesperson for the lower city until the House of Commons is brought down?
If we choose to betray, and we do, there is really no way she can ever come to terms with the House of Commons.But how can we speculate on the background of the young lady? "

"More importantly, can we really do this?" Master Logist muttered gloomily, focusing on Ms. Gaisha, and even brought the other two fellows to look over.

Among the four, Gaisha is undoubtedly the one who is most likely to have a good future, and has always been the one who is most devoted to Zhen Cheng.

It is not known what the fate of the three stinky men will be, but if Gaisha says she wants to stay in the Church of All Woes, with her long-standing loyalty and important role, Miss Poet must not refuse.

In other words, whether this matter can be done depends first on Gaisha's choice.

Ms. Gaisha sighed and said, "I don't think this may be considered a betrayal.

Do you think, like Logist, the group of people who care about pennies and chicken intestines, can really swallow such a big loss?

If the owner reached a consensus with the group of wolves and finally returned the goods intact, do you think they will tamper with the ruins that the owner has been obsessed with?
And if the master has a way to persuade them to download the ruins first and then return the goods, how will it affect the master's business if we do it now? "

(End of this chapter)