After the Legend Chapter 106: 106

A large group of people gathered in the open space in front of the Temple of Light in the southeast of Murray Town, including local people, as well as from Weisha and Nuojia. Most of them moved to the surrounding areas of Murray in the past two years. civilian. They were making a lot of noise, shouting and arguing, and many of them still had shovels and clubs in their hands that could be used as weapons.

The monks in the temple were all sweating, carefully asking what they were doing, but came up with a surprising answer.

It turns out that there were rumors a few days ago that the Vatican intends to open the ban and allow foreign immigrants to enter and naturalize, so that these people will completely become Vatican nationals and enjoy the same rights as the original nationals, but the Central Holy See and the local temples Many monks disagreed with this measure, believing that it would destroy the peaceful life in Brahma for thousands of years. For example, since the country’s gates were opened to allow foreigners to enter, the temples in the border areas have received foreigners bullying Brahma every day. There are more and more reports of people, and there are more than 30 cases a day at most. Because of the opposition of these monks, the originally arranged negotiations for the Three Kingdoms came to nothing.

This news made the eager people of Nuojia and Weisha very dissatisfied. They left their hometowns and moved to Mongli just to find an opportunity to move to Vana, to enjoy no more worries about sandstorms and droughts, low taxes and high taxes Welfare's beautiful life, seeing that the hope that had hoped to be achieved has failed, and some people said that several senior monks who opposed this measure came to the temple of Mongli, and they gathered in front of the temple and asked for an explanation.

Someone in the crowd said: "Isn't the God of Light the most merciful? We are believers! Why are the monks in the Temple of Light so vicious and ruthless?! Do they have to kill us?!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly surged, and everyone talked about their family's predicament. While talking, many people started to cry. At this moment, a small man slipped into him out of nowhere, and said loudly, "Everyone, I just heard the news! Those monks demanded that the original blockade be restored. Only nobles and large business groups are allowed to enter, and other civilians are not allowed to enter the Vatican. Ah, even those who found work in Fan A will be kicked out!"

There was an uproar, and a timid person asked timidly, "Isn't even believers allowed to go in? Can't go to the temple there to worship? I have relatives living in Brahma."

Someone interjected: "Not even believers are allowed to enter, and believers don't have the words I am a believer engraved on their foreheads. Who knows if they are real believers? Definitely not allowed to enter, unless you are a believer. Noble or rich."

"It's too much!" someone scolded, "They always say that some people are bullying the common people of Fan and A, but they are all nobles and rich people. We common people have never done that kind of thing! Really need to enter It's not fair at all for the local people to let the bad guys in without giving in!"

"That's right, that's right!" Everyone agreed, and I don't know who shouted first: "Let's go and ask those monks, why aren't we allowed to enter Brahma?! Why are you so ruthless to us poor believers? ?! If they can't give us a satisfactory answer, let them see our anger!"

Everyone responded, some waving shovels and clubs in their hands. Seeing this, the others also went home to get them, or borrowed them from nearby acquaintances. A few more sober people in the public questioned: "Will it be bad to do this? If something goes wrong, they are even less likely to agree."

Others listened to them. There was also some hesitation. At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "We are not going to beat people. We are just scaring them. Let them listen to the voices of the people. What's wrong? They are monks. They can't ignore the voices of believers, right? "

Everyone clapped in agreement. The few doubters wanted to say something else. But he was suddenly pulled from behind. Disappeared in the noisy crowd. In this way people carry tools that can be used as weapons. Gather around the temple. Ask the monks from Brahma to come out and talk to them.

And the monks stationed at the temple saw this scene. Busy and trembling into the temple report. At this time in the temple. But there are not only senior monks from the Vatican Central Holy See. There are also representatives of Nuojia and Weisha.

The so-called news of the suspension of immigration negotiations between Vatican and Arab. It's actually just a rumor. The real negotiations are still underway. A tentative agreement has even been reached.

Van A representative of the local people objected. But more people are in agreement. After all, the new members of the Central Holy See. They are young and open-minded. Hope to introduce a new wind to this ancient, traditional but too conservative country. Vatican has few people. Folklore is lazy. To maintain national strength. Need to bring in more labor. However. The people gathered in front of the Murray Temple with weapons in their hands made these smug monks doubt their decision.

The representatives of the two countries, Wisha and Nuojia, looked at each other. Didn't expect this to happen. Nuojia said something tremblingly on behalf of a follower beside her. Others didn't hear it. He asked the boss, "Speak louder! What are those people doing?!"

The attendant said: "I heard people say that they heard that the agreement limited the number of people entering the country, and they were worried that only believers would be allowed to enter the country, so they gathered outside the temple and forced the representatives of Vatican to agree to not limit the number of people entering the country. and identity."

"This is a mob! A mob!" The oldest monk among the representatives of Fan A shook his beard and said excitedly, "They have not reached an agreement yet, and they are forcibly intimidating like this. If we really make concessions, once we let these When the mob enters Brahma, what will happen to our citizens?! What will our country become?!”

"Please don't get excited." The representative of Weisha hurriedly reassured, "There must be some misunderstanding here, those people can't be so bold, just explain things clearly..."

"Where is the misunderstanding?!" Some of the representatives of Fan A said, "I have said long ago that people who have not been taught by the **** of light for many years should not be allowed to step into the country! Our citizens are so How can they be hurt by these mobs?!”

There are also other Vatican and Arab representatives who are dissatisfied with the other two countries: "This negotiation should be conducted in secret, how could ordinary people know the news? You should not leak the matter."

The representatives of the two countries of Wisanoga complained bitterly. They didn't leak the news at all. How did the civilians know that the representatives of Vatican were here?

There are countless torches outside the temple. Light up the southeast corner of the town as if it were daylight. There are more and more people gathered in front of the temple. Some people were just watching the fun. After hearing the words of the people surrounding the temple, they all felt that the temple was too inhumane. It’s okay to refuse immigration. Why should it be completely banned? Foreign civilians entering? Isn't that stricter than before the opening of the country? So join the crowd.

No one appeared in the temple for a long time, and someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted: "They won't listen to our voice, and won't give us an explanation. Let's rush in and ask clearly!"

The crowd echoed loudly. Just as he was about to rush into the gate of the temple, a loud voice suddenly came from behind: "Stop!" People looked back and found that it was an old man wearing a gray-blue robe with wrinkles on his face. The white beard was more than two feet long, leaning on a cane and walking timidly, looking at least a hundred years old. He lined up the crowd and walked to the front of the temple, staring at everyone with sharp eyes, and asked angrily: "What are you doing? Do you want to riot?" He lowered his head.

Someone in the crowd asked unconvincingly, "Who are you?! Why do you care about us?!" As soon as he finished speaking. Many people glared at him, startling him.

The old man said calmly: "I'm just an ordinary person, but because I've lived for a long time, I still have a little prestige in this town." He glanced around lightly: "I understand that you have been looking forward to a good life for a long time. But, the matter has not yet been concluded, how can you be impulsive? All the news is rumors, the Temple of Light has never announced that foreigners are not allowed to enter. Why do you rashly believe it? Alai's guest is injured, and things that could have gone smoothly will become difficult." As he spoke, he tapped the ground with a cane.

The Murray natives in the crowd were quite convinced of the old man, and someone respectfully asked, "Grandpa Ransam, what do you think we should do? Everyone wants to live in a better place. Now Murray Life is getting worse and worse. Last year, I almost couldn’t buy food for the winter. If I were in Vatican, at least I wouldn’t be afraid of starvation.”

"Go home and wait for the outcome of the negotiation quietly." Elder Lansam said, "It is still very possible that things will be successful. You must believe in our representatives and the kingdom of the gods we believe in. You want to go to Vatican, Vatican. Ah also needs you."

Some Murrays put down their tools and followed the old man's instructions to leave. Others were also hesitant to go. Although the people from other places were not reconciled, some people listened to the old man's words. I also feel that I am too impulsive. At this time, the monk in charge of the temple came out - he has been in Mongli for nearly ten years - and said to the people: "Grandpa Ransam is so right, the negotiations are not over yet, I believe there will be soon Satisfactory result. Go home everyone, please don't gather here. May the Light God bless you."

People were skeptical and slowly dispersed, and some insisted on staying and waiting for the outcome. The monk in the hall hurriedly sent more than a dozen monks to greet those people, while he respectfully walked up to the old man Lansam and spoke. A storm is temporarily subsided.

At the corner of the street 100 meters away, Friedo looked at the scattered crowd and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally resolved, what are the leaders of those gangs doing?! I didn't realize that so many civilians were making trouble?! "

Minte patted him lightly on the shoulder: "You can't completely blame them for this incident. It's not the gang members who made trouble this time, but ordinary civilians. It's normal for them not to find out for a while, but..." If he Thoughtfully, "This time it seems a little weird, why do I think there are a few civilians who are deliberately provoking?" Some of them were quite familiar, and they were people he had only met today.

Friedo nodded lightly: "I'll find out about this, leave it to me." Mint nodded and asked, "Who is that old man? Where did you find it?"

"Grandpa Ransam~IndoMTL.com~ He is the oldest person in this town." Friedo smiled, "His prestige is very high, I heard that he saved a few sand thieves leaders when he was young, so All the gangsters respect him very much. But he is very low-key and usually doesn't care about anything. Back then, when the underground duke was still there, he wanted to invite him out of the mountain, but he refused." Friedo's expression was a little sad: "At that time The duke also asked, is he not afraid that he will be forgotten if he stays silent for too long? Grandpa Lansam just smiled and didn't answer anything. As a result, he is still so respected by the Monli people, and the underground duke... Who else remembers him? ?"

Minte patted Friedo on the back: "Don't think too much, the future is more important. I'm leaving, be careful." Frido adjusted his hat and scolded softly: "You Be careful, don't lose your life."

Mint smiled and returned to "Friedorph", the team leader was completely drunk in the arms of the waitress. He asked the clerk for a wet towel, soaked some frost on it with magic, and covered the squad leader's face, the other party immediately woke up: "What are you doing?!"

"It's getting late, let's go quickly." Minte pointed to the clock in the store, where the hands indicated that it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening. The squad leader hurriedly wiped his face, hurriedly packed his belongings, pinched the maid's cheek again, and rode back to the entertainment oasis with Minte.

Before arriving at the entertainment oasis, Mintel saw from a distance that the oasis was brightly lit, and there was a faint sound of music and noise. I felt a little strange. Why is the circus tent so lively, almost like a festival? Is it because of those mysterious VIPs from Nuojia?

(These few days...because I have to accumulate manuscripts for the annual meeting, so...in order to keep updating, the number of words may have to be reduced...sorry m>

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