Chapter 3254: Calamity is Goblin

The boss of Rennes silently put a document on the coffee table.
I picked up the file, opened it, and blocked it for a few minutes with the dim light.
Then, silently put down the file, sighed, and mixed feelings.
Achilles chose to teach children martial arts, but it turned out to be atonement? !
As we all know, the melee a few years ago resulted in the displacement of millions of other ethnic groups. Hundreds of thousands of other ethnic groups lost their lives, tens of thousands of other ethnic adventurers were forced to fight to death, and nearly a million children became orphans.
Although most of them have been adopted by charities, there is still a small number that unfortunately disappeared.
These missing children were either abducted by human traffickers, deceived by bad guys, or died of freezing and starvation in an unknown corner... One tragedy, one sorrow , Like a huge mountain, pressing in Achilles' heart.
Although he did all this by following the instructions of the Carter family, as the executor, he still received the most intuitive impact and sting in his heart.
Perhaps some foreigners are guilty, but not all of them, let alone those innocent, kind-hearted poor children.
Achilles said that when he saw the children smiling at him and calling his uncle, his heart was bleeding, but at the same time, there was a strange emotion. , Well in his heart, that kind of strange emotion, like a mint in the scorching heat, brought him refreshing.
That emotion is called atonement.
After roughly clarifying this sentiment, Achilles made up his mind to stay at the charity in Moonlight City and teach the children martial arts. This was the only way he could atone for his sins so far.
Atonement...
I murmured.
I know that Achilles is innocent by nature and promises that if he had not promised Carter Adams that he would obey the orders of his descendants and assist them with all his heart, Achilles would never do this to destroy humanity. thing.
It's a pity that good luck tricks people.
Put the file back on the coffee table, and I sighed deeply again.
When he looked up again, the subject had changed.
"What happened to Dasai City?"
"The old duke is also working hard to rule, but unfortunately he is not treated by most nobles. It is easy to issue any decree, but it is even more difficult to implement it. What's more, the decree is issued on the front foot and there are people behind it."
"Is it a nobleman or a commoner who is the opposite?" I asked curiously.
"Civilian" Ren Boss said: "They are all idlers."
"It's just a group of noble dogs that ran out and barked when needed." I chuckled and continued: "But the more people like this, the harder it is to deal with them. They are like a tasteless one. It's worth killing. I'm so angry."
"Yes." The boss of Rennes also smiled: "Nowadays, the nobles, mainly by constantly disrupting the state of the country, force the old duke to return the throne to the orc king."
"The old duke won't return it easily" I sneered: "He is very ambitious, and he is always strong, always thinking about the addiction of an orc king, but unfortunately, one move is wrong and half of the game is lost. Resurrecting from the dead depends on whether he can profit for the nobles."
"For the benefit of the nobility, the old duke has a chance to be on the throne?" Boss Renne asked curiously.
"Not so" I said: "Even if you can profit for the nobleman, it depends on what kind of benefit it is, whether it is worthy of the nobleman's praise. If this benefit is not enough to let the nobleman's life, go all out to support the old If the duke, they are too lazy to have this strength, it is better to continue to be their old nobles step by step, while continuing to support the orc king, after all, the orc king is the true heir to the throne."
"You mean, those nobles who support the old duke are all new nobles?" Boss Renne said in a puzzled way: "But I have collected the family files of supporters, and many of them are veteran nobles who have existed for hundreds of years. ."
"Families that have been around for hundreds of years are eligible to be called veteran nobles?" I couldn't help but sneered: "The real veteran nobles are families that have followed all the way from the beginning of the legendary hero period. These families are found in all towns. It can be said that each family has a long history and its strength cannot be underestimated. Unless the monarch wants to clean them up, no family can easily uproot them."
"Although the old duke is now the uncrowned king of Dasai City, in the eyes of most people, he is just a general with military power. If you want to move those real old nobles, the power in his hands is still a little immature. Since the old duke The veteran aristocracy cannot move, and the veteran aristocracy naturally does not bother to take care of this usurper."
"As for those century-old aristocrats, they are just ordinary aristocrats who have just gotten rid of the ranks of new aristocrats. They seem to have a lot of power, but in fact they are nothing more than that. If you really want them to be tough with the old aristocracy, you may even have to go back and forth. Not coming down."
"That said," the boss of Rennes said: "But in many cases, quantitative changes will cause qualitative changes. Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case..."
"Quantitative changes cannot cause qualitative changes. This is an unquestionable fact." I shook my head and said: "Even if the old duke has mastered more new nobles, it is not as useful as mastering a few old nobles. The former can only strengthen its prestige and bluff, but the latter , But it can bring practical benefits."
"So, the old duke has no chance?"
"According to the current situation, it is true, but in the future, who will know?"
"By the way, during the time you left, disasters again appeared in the Gobi location, but it was small in scale and it was calmed down soon."
"Disaster?" I wondered: "Are there any detailed documents?"
"Have."
As he said, he handed a document to my hand: "This is the detailed information of the disaster, but the monster's body could not be snatched."
"It's a pity," I murmured as I opened the file.
What catches the eye is a painting. The monster on the painting has some similarities with human beings. They all have one pair of legs, one pair of arms, one head, and they have nothing to do with the number of human beings.
The difference is that these monsters have shorter hands and feet, and are thicker, and have hideous features, peasy eyes, pointed noses, fangs, long ears, and brown skin. Is this... a goblin?
"This is... a goblin?" I tentatively asked.
"Preliminary judgment is that they are goblins. However, these goblins are different from the goblins in the dungeon. They have a gun in one hand and a shield in the other. They are quite proficient in martial arts. Thousands of adventurers have finally eliminated them all."
"How many goblins are there?"
"About a hundred."
"A hundred to thousands, one is better than dozens?" I was astonished: "Is this comparison too exaggerated?"
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