Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 221 Night City
"Are we here to learn about the customs?" Theodore asked uncertainly after some consideration.

Mu Xuan's usual movements, she always knocked on the table unconsciously when she was thinking, the jade-colored joints and the black wooden table formed a contrast of light and dark, she suddenly chuckled.

Bourne didn't understand why she was smiling, but he also became joyful and looked at her intently with wide eyes.

Mu Xuan bumped into the little villain's different-colored pupils, and was amazed for a moment. Bourne's eyes were not pure gold, but seemed to have a bit of bewitching emerald. The blue color in the eyes dyed the golden autumn lake, like a green mountain The reflection of the sky overlaps with the halo of the setting sun, presenting a thrilling beauty.

She was invaded by the beauty, and the sarcasm on the corners of her lips was suppressed, and she was teasing instead.

"Look at what I'm doing, I have flowers on my face?" Mu Xuan smiled and nodded Bourne's nose, pampering her.

Bourne happily grabbed her hand and rubbed it dependently.

Theodore: ...very good, ignore me, you continue to ignore.

Yulia also put down her chopsticks and felt full after a few bites.

On the first floor, there are many men in coarse cloth and short clothes, most of them are smoking cigarettes and drinking heavily, cursing, some talking about women, some talking about politics, as if they are the consuls in the city.

The people who come to the tavern to drink are basically ordinary people who have no magic talent and can't choose knights. The taverns with dilapidated signs and shabby rooms inside are mostly located in the west of Dawn City, a poor area.

A young man with yellow hair poured wine into his mouth vigorously, and the wine splashed all over himself along the corner of his mouth. His face was numb and lifeless.

"Cook, you..." The yellow-haired young man's companion persuaded him, and felt that it seemed a little painful to stand up and speak, so he finally sighed and said, "Death cannot be resurrected."

"Lina..." The blond-haired young man fell onto the wine table. The wine table was soaked in water and gave off an oily sheen. It was obviously not clean.

"Why, why can't I use magic?" Cook choked his throat, hating himself extremely, almost impotently furious.

He pushed away all the wine bottles on the table, and the sound of the glass smashing on the ground was loud and clear, which stopped the noise around him for a moment, and soon resumed the noise.

"What's the matter, where's the drunkard... What a fucking bad luck." The person at the next table said a few words, he was already in a bad mood, and now he was splashed with alcohol.

Cook's companion smiled: "I'm sorry, my friend's wife passed away, and I feel sad, please forgive me."

The neighbor at the table was startled when he heard this, and then stopped cursing.

The people in the tavern are just a part of life after this disaster. Theodore quietly listened to the people he regarded as ants, and seemed to understand Mu Xuan's intentions.

But his test book conforms to the laws of nature and natural selection.

Dawn City has existed for thousands of years, its economy and culture are stagnant, the people in the city are not in harmony, they live in a greenhouse sheltered by the strong, and they have made very little progress.

If such a city-state did not exist in the temple, it would have been annihilated in the long river of history long ago.

This is Theodore's point of view. His responsibility is that the world has created many cracks due to foreign invasion. He has to screen out certain things to leave room for development.

Although this was cruel to Dawn City, he also sent a clone to help Dawn City, hoping to see the changes and awakening of the residents of Dawn City.

But no, so Theodore sped up the process, which is what he called "testing" when he was painting at the beginning.

If Muxuan hadn't stopped it, yesterday's undercurrent would be enough to destroy a city-state, a new kind of fire would be born from the ashes of the burnt out, everything would be reorganized, and the local humans would be strong enough not to be fooled by the "invaders" with their means.

Thinking of the "aggressor", Theodore's eyes darkened.

When will those so-called foreign systems stop invading here...

The movement of the yellow-haired youth attracted another drunk, who was the one who clamored at the beginning to send the nobles to the gallows.

Seeing Cook crying like hell, he seemed to empathize with him, rushed over and howled: "God, we civilians are suffering, who knows if those 'big rocks' were caused by the nobles' punishment, but they made us suffer ..."

The big man stepped on a piece of debris emotionally, and slapped hard on the table where Cook was crying, almost deafening the poor yellow-haired youth.

"Yes, the nobles, they should be condemned by God!" Cook's face was flushed, and his eyes were also red with anger. He picked up the only remaining wine bottle and was about to smash it, "I will kill them!"

"Don't say it, don't say it." The companion hurriedly covered Cook's mouth, and the big man's companion already felt ashamed and took a step forward.

There is no magician in the family, and the crops are probably destroyed when the giant ice cube falls, and the land they rented is all nobles, and they have to pay a lot of rent if there is no harvest. Sooner or later, something will happen.

If you look at the farce in the tavern, you will know that if things go on like this, one of the commoners and nobles will be finished.

Not long after the dark tide, many houses in the city were destroyed by extreme weather, and the most serious ones were the residences of civilians—because the materials for building houses were cheap, and they often became ruins quickly when they resisted disasters.

With no place to live, a riot is inevitable.

"Honorable Mr. Erwin, don't be nervous. Considering that you like to conduct some boring tests, I specially take you on a field trip." She covered the corners of her lips and continued: "First, let's have a role-play."

Mu Xuan coughed and shouted in a middle-aged tenor voice: "We should go to the streets to parade. The nobles hide their heads and show their tails. Yesterday the city wall was about to collapse. Where are the nobles? After this month, we have to pay the rent again. It's trying to kill us."

"If you want me to say, it's better to pull the noble lord off the horse. Anyway, they are greedy for life and afraid of death. What are they doing with the land of Dawn City?"

These days people are most concerned about the land. What farmers want most is their own land and property. The rent and exorbitant taxes in Shuguang City have crushed the people at the bottom. They are exhausted every day and cannot earn money for food. There is no place to live, and some have lost their loved ones.

Gathering in taverns is also because all taverns have magic circles, and if there is any accident, they can stand up for a while.

Mu Xuan happened to hit on what they were most concerned about. Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. Sometimes just one sentence is enough to ignite the entire team when a conflict erupts.

With the blessing of magic, the tenor continued to instigate, and the loud and sharp words reached the ears of everyone present. Some radicals were already drunk, and they all shouted to take to the streets to demonstrate.

In the chaotic ranks, more and more people joined the demonstration crowd, and soon formed a massive uprising.

Theodore couldn't make it out, "Are we going to play the mob?"

Mu Xuan: "No, it's the guide."

She picked up the little villain, "Theodore, come and see if this city has a chance of surviving."

The girl with amber cat eyes followed behind the crowd expressionlessly, followed by Theodore and Yulia.

Soon, Theodore's expression became complicated.

(End of this chapter)