Vol 2 Chapter 888: Resistance Army

"Resist! We must resist! Overthrow the nobles and the eternal church, and establish a fair and beautiful country like the Fengyue Freedom Leader!"
　　
　　 In a tavern in Mannia, an obviously drunk man said angrily.
　　
　　His voice was very loud, and he heard it clearly in the small tavern, and everyone around him couldn't help but cast fear, admiration, but with a little alienation and compassion.
　　
Almost instantly, there was a lot of empty space beside him, leaving only his companion with a frightened expression, pulling his sleeve nervously again and again, while looking worriedly in a certain direction in the tavern, he couldn't help being anxious. He reminded in a low voice:
　　
　　 "Are you crazy!? The guard was drinking over there. Hearing your complaint, he came to catch you in a while!"
　　
　　 Hearing what his companion said, the drunkard hiccuped.
　　
He didn’t know if it was because he was drinking too much or he was too angry, so his red eyes stared at a silver armor guard sitting on the other side of the tavern, who was also empty with a large seat, his gaze seemed deep. There are endless flame jets.
　　
"How about getting caught? The big deal is death! Rather than being forced to death by the new tax bill and conscription law, it is better to stand up and resist! It's all dead. If you die in Dororia Castle, you might still be like Lord St. John. That is remembered by the world!"
　　
　　 The drunkard snarled angrily while beating the table top with his fist.
　　
　　 Hearing what he said, the eyes of the people in the pub were very complicated.
　　
　　 seems to be thinking of a series of events that happened in the country recently, a sad mood spreading in the tavern.
　　
　　 The drunkard’s complaint continued. He drank, roared and cried bitterly.
　　
　　 Affected by him, the mood of the guests in the tavern has become obviously lost and sorrowful, and under the sorrow, what is suppressed is dissatisfaction and anger...
　　
　　 One after another discussion sounded faintly:
　　
　　 "But...what can we do? The nobles are too powerful, but we have nothing..."
　　
　　 "Yes, a noble master's magic can razed this entire tavern to the ground, how can we resist?"
　　
　　 "No! Can't you resist when you are weak? I think he is right. Even if we are weak and weak, we must bite a piece of meat from these nasty aristocratic pigs and church dogs!"
　　
　　 "Or the Church of Life is right. They are clearly citizens of the empire. Why should they be superior, why should they be superior and oppress us?"
　　
　　 "That's right! The greed of the nobility and the eternal church has no bottom line. If we don't resist, our situation will only get worse!"
　　
　　 "We must resist! We must overthrow this decadent country!"
　　
　　 The more people talked, the more excited they were, and the more they talked, the more angry they were. In the end, the entire tavern seemed to ignite the anger of civilians.
　　
　　 It wasn't until the guard who was sitting inside stood up that the tavern suddenly became quiet.
　　
　　 Guards can only be served by the extraordinary, and as the Manian guards loyal to the empire, they are also hunting dogs kept by the royal family, nobles and churches.
　　
　　 For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on the guards, and those eyes were filled with strong hostility, dissatisfaction, and fear hidden in the depths.
　　
　　 The guards did not pay attention to the sight of these civilians.
　　
　　 He stared at the alcoholic who complained first, his eyes deep.
　　
　　 Feeling the guard's sight, the drunkard glared at him and roared:
　　
　　 "What do you look at? Don't you want to catch the followers of the Church of Life? Don't you want to catch the rebels? Come catch me! You lackey of the church and the empire! Bah!"
　　
　　 The guard frowned and walked towards him, but was quickly stopped by the flattering tavern owner:
　　
　　 "Mr. Cavalier, Mr. Cavalier, you calm down, you calm down, don't care about him as an idiot, I know this guy, he is very honest on weekdays, and I definitely drank too much today! Don't be like him..."
　　
　　 At the same time, several young citizens who had just been talking and also showed a strong aversion to the nobility and the church also stood up, either stood in front of the drunkard, or stood with him.
　　
　　 The guard raised his eyebrows and walked past the tavernkeeper.
　　
　　 The civilians on the side of the drunkard calmly picked up the wine bottle and fruit knife on the table, and some people picked up the stool.
　　
　　 They stared at the guards as if they were approaching an enemy.
　　
　　 A tense atmosphere began to spread in the tavern.
　　
　　 "Come on! Noble's running dog! Let me see if you of the guard are really as powerful as the legend!"
　　
　　 The drunkard cursed with red eyes.
　　
　　 For a time, the smell of gunpowder in the tavern is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that he might fight at any time.
　　
　　 The tavernkeeper's expression changed slightly. He looked around, and quickly stopped the waiter, and ordered something, while the waiter hurried out.
　　
　　 However, just when everyone thought that a battle was about to break out, the guard just reached out and patted the drunkard on the shoulder:
　　
　　 "Calm down, my friend, it's meaningless to have blood."
　　
　　 After finishing, he walked out of the tavern without looking back, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said:
　　
　　 "Besides, I am just a guard, not a nobleman, nor a monk."
　　
　　 Then, his figure disappeared from people's sight.
　　
　　 Only the dazed drunkard and other civilians were left, and the hotel owner who was relieved.
　　
　　 After a while, a soldier dressed as a mercenary came in under the leadership of the waiter. His eyes wandered around the tavern, frowning:
　　
　　 "Where are the guards?"
　　
　　 "Go, already gone."
　　
　　 said the tavern owner fearfully.
　　
"gone?"
　　
　　 The mercenary was stunned.
　　
　　 followed, some doubts:
　　
　　 "Can those leave so peacefully after the conflict?"
　　
　　 "Who knows... I don't know when such a panic day will be..."
　　
　　 The tavern owner sighed.
　　
　　 "Hey, if you can't clean up the noble pigs and church dogs, it will never be the head!"
　　
　　 The mercenary sneered.
　　
　　 The tavern owner was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that the mercenary in front of him, who is said to be often employed by the empire and had a good relationship with the Mania City Guard, would say the same.
　　
　　...
　　
　　 On the other side, the guard leaving the tavern turned left and right, and soon turned into an unremarkable alley in Mania.
　　
　　 He entered the depths of the alley and knocked on the door of the room.
　　
"Who?"
　　
　　 Inside the door, there was a vigilant inquiry.
　　
　　 "It's me, Bowen."
　　
　　 The voice of the guard was deep and authentic.
　　
　　 The door of the room opened soon, and a young man appeared and said in surprise:
　　
　　 "Head Bowen, you are here!"
　　
　　 The guard named Bowen nodded slightly.
　　
　　 "Is the tutor here?"
　　
　　 he asked.
　　
　　 "It has arrived, I am waiting for you inside, and there are new guests here today."
　　
　　 "New guest?"
　　
　　 Bowen raised his eyebrows.
　　
After 　　 finished speaking, he looked at the other person's a little excited look, and his heart moved:
　　
　　 "Isn't it the person from the southwest?"
　　
　　 seemed to find that he had missed something. The young man quickly covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, then slowly put down his hand, and said with a mysterious smile:
　　 "You will know when you see the tutor."
　　
　　 Watching the young man's secret look, Bowen laughed.
　　
　　 He shook his head slightly and walked into the door.
　　
　　 The young man looked around vigilantly after Bowen entered, and finally closed the door quietly.
　　
　　 Entering the door, passing through the living room and corridor, Bowen came to the deepest room.
　　
　　 "Instructor, the head of Bowen is here."
　　
　　 The young man knocked on the door, respectfully and authentically.
　　
　　 Then, there was a full of breath from the door:
　　
"come in."
　　
　　 The young man stepped aside, and Bowen took a light breath, straightened his armor, and opened the door to enter.
　　
　　 This is a small conference room with a small and beautiful statue of the goddess at the front, and at the conference table sits a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe.
　　
　　 I saw Bowen kneeling on one knee, stretched out his hand and drew a standard scepter symbol on his chest, with a solemn expression on his face:
　　
　　 "Bo En, the deputy commander of the Seventh Guards Corps of the Empire...seen a teacher!"
　　
　　 "Don't be so cautious. They are all believers of Lord Goddess, and comrades fighting for ideals."
　　
　　 The middle-aged man smiled slightly.
　　
After 　　 said, he looked straight again and asked seriously:
　　
　　 "Your Excellency Bowen, have you got any news from your side recently?"
　　
　　 Bowen sighed softly:
　　
　　 "Since the implementation of the new bill, it has become more and more chaotic. Just before it came, I almost clashed with people in the tavern, and the cause was simply that I was a member of the Guards."
　　
　　 "The anger of the people is hard to suppress..."
　　
　　 Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man sighed:
　　
　　 "No way, the nobles and the eternal church have never regarded ordinary people, especially the broad masses of people at the bottom, as compatriots. This is the sorrow of the empire and the sorrow of mankind."
　　
　　 said, he asked again:
　　
　　 "By the way, how about the legion?"
　　
　　 Bowen looked solemnly:
　　
　　 "In addition to the regiment commander's trusted troops, 70% of the soldiers are willing to join the righteous side at the most critical moment to resist the corrupt empire!"
　　
　　 "Very good! With your participation, we will definitely overcome the darkness and usher in the light!"
　　
　　The middle-aged priest rejoices.
　　
　　 Hearing what he said, Bowen said with emotion:
　　
　　 "As you know, most of the Seventh Guards in our left-behind Regiment were selected from civilians, and everyone has long been dissatisfied with what the Empire has done in recent years."
　　
　　 "All for the future..."
　　
　　The middle-aged priest sighed softly.
　　
　　And Bowen thought for a while, then said worriedly:
　　
　　 "But...Teacher, our 7th Guards Corps is too weak. Even if we all join the Resistance Army, it may be difficult to defeat the power of the nobles and cannot seize control of the Parliament."
　　
　　 "So, we have to look for stronger power!"
　　
　　 The middle-aged priest said firmly.
　　
　　 Bowen's heart moved:
　　
　　 "Tutor, I heard Ruofrey say that there are guests coming today? Is it related to this?"
　　
　　The middle-aged priest smiled slightly:
　　
　　 "This is what I want to say next, you are not always curious, who did I learn the teachings of the goddess crown? Today I will introduce to you, my former mentor..."
　　
　　 After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the back door on the other side of the conference room.
　　
　　 Bowen was curious, and hurriedly followed.
　　
　　The back door of the meeting room leads to a small courtyard, and in the courtyard, there is a leafy oak tree planted.
　　
　　 Under the oak tree, a tall red-haired elf is holding his hands behind his back, admiring the fountain not far away.
　　
　　 Wizard? !
　　
　　 Bowen's eyes widened, and then he refreshed.
　　
　　 "Master Demacia, Bowen is here."
　　
　　 said the middle-aged priest respectfully.
　　
　　 De Marcia...
　　
　　 Hearing this familiar name, Bowen was slightly taken aback.
　　
　　 He vaguely felt like he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
　　
　　 Until the middle-aged priest reminded:
　　
　　 "Master Demacia is one of the editors of the "Sacred Book of Life" and has extremely high accomplishments in the theoretical research of the Church of Life. It is also him who recorded the legendary story of Master St. John and opened up the wisdom of the people for us!"
　　
　　 So it was him!
　　
　　 Bowen suddenly realized, and then he awed in awe.
　　
　　 I saw him kneeling on one knee and saluted Demacia respectfully and excitedly:
　　
　　 "Life believer Bowen... met Master Demacia!"
　　
　　 "Haha, don't be so polite, don't need to be so nervous, we are all believers in the crown of the goddess, we are all a family."
　　
　　 Demacia laughed.
　　
　　Don't say, when this unscrupulous guy gets serious, he really feels a little bit silly.
　　
　　 Feeling Demacia's breathtaking attitude, Bowen even more respected him.
　　
　　 and the middle-aged priest saluted, respectfully and authentically:
　　
"Master Demacia, I also discussed with Bowen just now. Although we have decided to resist, our strength is too weak. Even with Bowen's rebellion of the Guards, I am afraid that we will not be able to defeat the high-level and even legendary professions. The nobles of the scholar..."
　　
　　 "You said before that it will bring us new power. Could it be that the Fairy Forest will send an army of the Elves Chosen?"
　　
　　The middle-aged priest and Bowen looked expectant, but Demacia shook his head slightly:
　　
　　 "No, the crises of the human world, the history of the human world, of course, it is better to be solved and rewritten by humans themselves."
　　
"ourselves?"
　　
　　 The two were taken aback.
　　
　　 "You mean, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, do you mean that we have any power we can fight for?"
　　
　　 The eyes of the middle-aged priest shined.
　　
　　 "To be more precise, they have been won, and what they are doing now is to allow them to be liberated and join us."
　　
　　 Demacia replied with a smile.
　　
　　 "Liberation?"
　　
　　 The two looked at each other, their faces puzzled.
　　
　　 and Demacia smiled slightly and asked meaningfully:
　　
　　 "Two, what do you say... Where is the place with the largest number of extraordinary people in Mania?"
　　
　　 "Imperial Council? The vast majority of the nobles are extraordinary people with good strength."
　　
　　 Bowen thought.
　　
"Do not."
　　
　　 Demacia shook her head.
　　
　　 said, he turned around and looked in a certain direction:
　　
　　 "In Mania, the place with the most extraordinary power is not the parliament, nor the palace, but there."
　　
　　 The two followed his gaze and saw a towering and eerie castle.
　　
　　 It was a castle that held the political prisoners and heretics of the Holy Manian Empire. It was a prison that said it would never be broken. It was also the highest symbol of the authority of the Holy Manian Empire-Dororia.