Chapter 1143: 1 disaster called "chaos" (Part 2)

"What are those untouchables doing?"
Standing on the tower of the castle, the Viscount Warrenken holding a telescope asked Shen, the butler beside him, "Why did they gather in front of my castle?"
There were as many as seven or eight thousand people in front of him. Almost all people in a town came to his castle-not only the resident population of the town, but even those outsiders gathered here.
He didn’t understand what was going on, so that so many people left their jobs and came here, but I’m afraid it’s not a good thing!
"Master, I've asked people to ask..."
However, before the housekeeper had finished speaking, the Viscount Warrenken gritted his teeth and shouted, "What's the use of asking? Someone is dealing with us!"
He put down the binoculars ugly, and gritted his teeth at the crowd in front of the castle.
He had already seen the soldiers and officers mixed in the crowd, and they stood scattered in the crowd with a look of resentment.
"Tax reduction!"
Suddenly, a loud voice broke through the sky and reached the ear of the Viscount Warrenken.
The Viscount Warrenken, who wanted to scold something, was on the spot like his housekeeper, and with other soldiers, turned his attention to the crowd in front of the castle.
A man who looks like a businessman dressed up raised his right arm, waving angrily, and roaring up in the sky: "We want to cut taxes! We want to cut taxes! We want to cut taxes!"
The cry of exhaustion poured into the blank mind of the Viscount Warrenken, and suddenly, he was ridiculed, and he was immediately frightened.
He pressed his hands hard against the female wall, staring at the group of'untouchables' with his eyes split, his arms shaking.
"Oh, huh-tax cut?" The Viscount Warrenken repeated his teeth, as if confirming something.
This group of untouchables gathered here to let him "tax cut"? Want him a noble to give them a "tax cut" How dare these untouchables dare to ask this nobleman? !
"Tax reduction!!!"
However, at this moment, all the people standing under the castle roared in unison, their right arms swelled up, and their arms were standing like an ancient jungle tree that was not afraid of rain and wind.
The Viscount Warrenken was shocked by their violent noises, and the roar continued to echo in his brain, as if... eroding his will!
"close--"
"Tax reduction!!!"
The Viscount Warrenken wanted these pariahs to shut their mouths, but then there was another roar that seemed to blend into one.
Upon hearing this roar, the entire face of Viscount Warrenken was distorted and angry, but he did not know what to do.
"Tax reduction!!!"
Another roar rang out, and the civilians ripped their voices vigorously, trying to vent their usual anger and grievances.
"Crazy, crazy..." Viscount Warrenken's face was fierce, and his fingers clasped the city wall tightly. "This group of untouchables is crazy! Shoot me to kill them, kill me to them!"
Viscount Warrenken stood on the tower with a frantic gesture, pointing at the crowd below and yelling wildly.
The housekeeper's face changed, "Master, this can't help! He, they are your people, if you shoot them, there will be a big deal!"
Viscount Warrenken's complexion quickly dimmed, and he turned his head to stare viciously, "But it's just a group of untouchables! What about the death? Here is my territory, and I am the master here-here, I am the master!" "
Looking at his master in a daze, the housekeeper was dumbfounded.
He didn't quite understand why the calm and sensible master on weekdays would become what he is today. Could it be that he was stimulated by the gathered civilians?
Viscount Warrenken gasped and glared at his steward for a while, before turning back to look at the soldiers beside him, "Did you hear my orders? Call someone and shoot them! This group of untouchables insults After me, they dared to overthrow my rule with the intention of holding public opinion. I want to let them know that I am the master here, and no one can ask me conditions and demands!"
The cold gaze rested on the hesitant soldier. Seeing that he did not respond immediately, Viscount Warrenken slaps the soldier with a slap, glaring sullenly, and whispered: "Shall we go soon?"
The soldier left the Viscount Warrenken with a look of panic, and then the Viscount Warrenken looked under the city wall again.
The untouchables who made him so disgusted were still clamoring, and the sound was louder and louder every time, almost like breaking through the sky.
Yes, yes, there are those traitors!
Those wearing the uniform he provided, the sword he provided, and the food he provided this morning, but now turned his head against him? Want him to cut taxes? !
Untouchables! Untouchables! Untouchables! This pariah! ! !
Viscount Warrenken stood on the tower and gritted his teeth. The sound under the wall was getting stronger. The extremely excited soldiers had pulled out their weapons. The mercenaries and adventurers ripped off their clothes and waved them fiercely in their hands.
The housekeeper looked at all this and felt ridiculous.
Where dare the civilians dare to gather in front of the lord’s castle to demonstrate to the lord? And so many people, looking around, the castle is almost full of people, which must be at least five thousand people.
If you want to bring so many people together, give a demonstration to the lord, and ask for a tax cut, at least there must be a process of gathering and discussion, but now these processes seem to have been skipped, whether they are bold people, or The cowardly people suddenly gathered in front of the lord's castle, and there wasn't even a guy who came to report the news!
...However, this is too weird.
And just now, the old man also said, "Someone deal with them", but why did his attitude change again?
Throughout all of this, the housekeeper felt a strong sense of violation, everyone seemed to be manipulated by others... yes, manipulation! They are being manipulated!
"Master!" the butler screamed, causing the Viscount Warrenken to turn his head away, and the cold and fierce eyes shook the butler.
But after a trembling of his body, he gritted his teeth and said, "Did you just say that someone is dealing with us? Is there someone who is controlling all this?"
"Manipulation? It is indeed possible." Looking at his steward, Viscount Warrenken sneered. "But do you know how powerful it is to control these thousands of people? At least it must be a legendary mage to do this. This kind of thing, but how can a legendary mage come to deal with me like this? The territory of other big nobles does not go, why should I come to my territory to do these things?"
Seeing his blazing eyes blazed with anger, the housekeeper gave a chuckle in his heart and felt everything was over.
Your own master... is it also controlled by others?
Otherwise, how could he make such an irrational choice uncharacteristically?
The housekeeper's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to continue to persuade Viscount Warrenken to give up that idea. At this moment, the sound of the roulette turning sounded!
Click! Click! Click!
Viscount Warrenken frowned, not knowing where the voice came from, but the housekeeper was so shocked that he suddenly froze.
He is familiar with this sound, isn't this the sound of the gear turning when the castle gate is opened? !
Someone is opening the castle gate? !
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in the mind of the housekeeper, and he remembered another thing that he had always ignored-their soldiers were recruited in the towns and villages in the territory, and those standing under the wall Inside, there may be relatives or even family members of soldiers!
"Old man, let's run..." The housekeeper's body trembles, and his teeth can't help but start fighting.
The angry Virgin Warrenken couldn't help it any longer, reaching for the butler's collar and pushing him against the wall~EbookFREE.me~ shouted angrily: "Run what? This is my territory, What are you running?"
At this time, he also remembered what it was.
Then, his eyes flickered, staring at the terrified housekeeper, Shen Sheng said: "Don't forget, we still have extraordinary people, this riot will soon be suppressed..."
Wow!
At this moment, a wave of cheering like a tide was heard outside the castle, and the sound wave hit the city wall, causing the noble's heart to tremble.
Dong dong dong dong dong...
Along with the clutter of steps, the ground shook, and the civilians poured into the castle with tremendous enthusiasm, shouting loudly, causing the whole castle to tremble.
"Decrease-tax!!!"
"I'm going to kill them!!!" Viscount Warrenken roared angrily with red eyes. ()
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