Chapter 295: Wind blows

Purgatory world, human region.
Holy City.
Slums.
Barton barefoot, wearing ragged linen, walked on the road step by step.
People walked on the street, hawkers hawked goods on the side, the driver swayed the whip, and the nobles talked and laughed in the carriage.
The door of the shop next to the street opened, and the bright yellow lights fell down, making everything seem like a huge dream.
The aroma of the food came out and floated into Barton's nose.
"Guru." Barton couldn't help covering his stomach.
He is too hungry, really hungry.
It is a pity that there is not even one copper plate on Button.
"Hmm ... it." Barton looked at the roast goose in the store and couldn't help sticking out his tongue, gently licking his lips.
He wanted to rush in and the roast goose over and eat it, but he couldn't and didn't dare.
Button looked around, and finally, the glimmer in his eyes dimmed.
Everything in this city is so prosperous, but unfortunately, everything in this prosperity does not belong to him, and it has nothing to do with him.
He, Patton, is just a bitter man in a ghetto who eats hard to eat. He is very poor, he is very hungry, but he has no way.
The patrolling knight saw it, strode over, froze his face, frowned, and scolded him loudly.
Barton's face showed a respectful smile, he quickly bent down, ignoring the patrol knight's insults, just smiling flatteringly.
"Go!" The patrol knight spit, and then turned away.
"Okay, I will leave now, I will leave right away!"
Barton nodded and said.
He stood up, straightened his body, and finally looked deeply at the bustling scene before he turned and walked into the slum.
The buildings in the slums are low and ruined, the roads are potholes, the sewage flows, and the air is filled with a weird smell that cannot be said.
Compared with the outside, this is another world.
When Barton came back, just after a few steps, a figure came over.
"Humo?"
Button was stunned for a while. This person he knew was a good friend of his.
"Hey, Patton, come here, come quickly, I will tell you a good thing."
Hume ’s hand rested on Button ’s shoulder, and he smiled.
He was close to Barton and his voice was very low. He said, "Have you heard? Recently, in our ghetto, an adult named Noble Mystery came, and the adult was preaching something, and even said to teach us something amazing The skill! "
Humor's voice sounded very excited.
Noble mystery lord?
A terrific skill?
Barton was stunned. He was pulled by Humora, and subconsciously ran towards the front.
Soon, the scene in front appeared. It was a high platform. On the high platform stood a handsome man in a white-gold robe. Below, there were many poor people looking at him enthusiastically.
If Moline was there, he would know who this man was. He was the Jefferson who had worked with Moline to give Moline black spirits.
Jefferson is dead.
Well, therefore, to be more precise, the man in front of him is the wizard who robbed Jefferson's body, Larin.
He appeared in the slums.
Larin raised his arm, the expression on his face was very fanatical, as if he was shouting something loudly, his voice echoed far away.
"Why do people outside have enough food and clothing? Why do those outside people enjoy a happy life? Why do they have a warm home, a beautiful wife, a fireplace with a burning flame, exquisite riding boots, and a fragrance Roast goose? "
"Why!"
"Why are they instead of us?"
"No, those things should belong to us!"
"This world is unfair, those people are living so well, but we still have to suffer from suffering and poverty. This is unfair!"
"We want to go out and take out what belongs to us!"
Larin screamed exhaustedly.
The people around were completely dumbfounded.
After a little silence, these poor people suddenly became excited.
"Yes, yes, that's right!"
"The things outside belong to us too!"
The poor people looked fanatical, shouting with a red face.
Barton stood stunned.
He thought of what he had just seen outside the wealthy neighborhood.
Clean streets, bright shops, beautiful carriages, elegant nobles, and roast goose ...
Yes, those things should also be his!
Patton swallowed, and at this moment, he felt a fire burst into his heart.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Barton shouted with his fists raised.
There are many poor people like him. Soon, all the poor people here gathered together and shouted like crazy.
"Very good." Larin looked at the scene and nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"The Lord is not here, and the entire human race is facing the attack of the powerful Hessiah half-snake. At this time, it is when we accumulate strength and come to fish in muddy water."
"I can't contact the nobility because there are many strong people in the nobility, which is really a group of forces that are not easy to master. Then, I have to come to rely on these poor people."
"Relying on these ignorant fools, I can also slowly accumulate strength, and then, to gain benefits."
"Although these poor people have no strength at all, they are very fanatical, very susceptible to confusion, and still very useful."
Larin looked at the poor people who were in a state of madness and confusion around him, smiling, looking very holy and noble, but his mind flashed this thought involuntarily.
Yes, this situation is not easy now. There are alien attacks outside, but the Lord disappears inside, and other knights and nobles have a different mind.
At this time, if you want to do something, no matter who it is, you will do it.
"The opportunity is really rare, but I finally caught it!"
Larin slowly smiled.
He looked at the mad people around him again and shouted, "This is not fair!"
…………
The carriage flickered, and Krael was sitting on the carriage with his eyes closed, thinking about something.
He is a knight aristocrat of the sacred faction. For some time, Moline took Gray outside them. Only Phineen and them waited for the noble sect of the sect, so he has been very busy recently.
Originally everything was fine, but who could think that such a thing happened.
The Lord is missing.
The Hezoya Serpent is about to invade.
The carriage stopped suddenly.
"Huh ..." Creel exhaled, and was about to get off the car and go home.
But he suddenly found that something was wrong. This is not his home, but a remote noble villa.
Creel did not speak. He reached out his hand and quietly clenched the cross sword around his waist. The energy in his body kept running, and he might strike at any time.
"Okay, Creel, come down."
A faint man's voice suddenly sounded.
Creel was stunned. He was familiar with the man's voice.
After thinking for a while, he lowered the cross sword and walked out slowly.
"Atoya."
After getting out of the carriage, Sure enough, Creel saw the familiar figure, Atoa, his companion who had fought in life and death.
"Come in with me, Krell." Atoa said, he was a middle-aged man with a scar in the corner of his eyes, which looked very fierce, but his face was sincere.
Creel thought about it, nodded, and followed Atoa to the noble villa in front of him.
There are many people in the villa, and Krell knows them. Like him, these people are all knights and nobles of the Holy Master.
Someone recognized Creel and nodded towards him, saying: "Okay, now that people are almost here, let's talk about the next plan."
"Yeah, it's time to think about doing other things."
Following their story, Kreier was shocked to discover that the patriarchal nobles in front of the Lord wanted to seize the position of the Lord.
No, it is not so, to be more precise, here the knight is the knight who was loyal to the saint before, and the ambition among the knights of the mainstay.
"No, no, you ..."
Krell's face turned red ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He gasped and stood up at once.
"Crerel, you can't deny that this is indeed an opportunity right now, isn't it?" Atoa looked at Creel quietly.
opportunity……
Holy Lord ...
Knight noble ...
Creel shivered in an instant like an electric shock.
After a long time, Creel opened his eyes again.
I am probably crazy ...
he thinks.
"You have a lot of things that are not very reliable, but I am different. I am in the Holy Palace and I know very well about many things. Okay, let me tell you."
Creel sat back in his chair again. He thought for a while, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and said, "Next, let's do this ..."