Chapter 1218: Cup of water

"Grosh, how dare you, how dare you?" The nobleman who was kneeling in front of Grush by two strong soldiers of the rebel army was somewhat spineless. He raised his head and glared at Grush's eyes. Eyes filled with anger.
"How dare you put in the army of the Duchy of Sorrowful Wind!!!"
The nobleman kneeling on the ground roared loudly at Grush, and the spit from his mouth splashed on Grush, but Grush did not dodge.
He looked at the noble coldly with his eyes, and said softly: "First of all, I am not a member of the Kurt Kingdom. I come from the Ogden Empire. I am always proud of being an Empire and proud of my identity... …"
The two Uprising soldiers who pressed the shoulders of the nobility suddenly froze, and looked up at their leader in amazement. Grush did not see it. After they heard the words, their eyes appeared blank and frightened. .
It was at this time that they suddenly realized that this kind and generous legendary paladin who led them all the way to happiness and beauty was not a member of their kingdom.
"Secondly, the army of the Principality of the Sorrowful Wind was not put in by me, and the territory occupied by the rebel army did not border on the Principality of the Sorrowful Wind. Then, it was the third point..." Grush squatted down, staring at this A nobleman, although he was moody and like to exploit civilians, killing many people for this reason, but he has resisted until now, still not begging for mercy, at least, he is a respectable enemy.
"If there is no army of the Duchy of Sorrowful Winds, who will save this kingdom? The northern part of the Kurt Kingdom has been completely lost. I sent my guard there, where they saw the purgatory!"
Grush waved his hands and let the two soldiers loose the to the nobleman, then sighed, describing the scenes seen by his guards: "Man has died a lot, and monsters from the Black Forest are not Reasonable and valuable, in their eyes, weaker than them are prey, and just right, ordinary humans are weaker than them, much weaker!"
"The army of nobles can protect civilians, and their castles can protect civilians, but what? They chose to close their gates and shut the door of civilian hope completely. The civilians can only follow some mercenaries with conscience. Run away with the merchant, because the priesthood died long before resisting the invasion of the monster!"
Grush lifted his hands and pressed firmly on the nobleman’s shoulder. There seemed to be a slight wave in the silent eyes,
You tell me, what can I do at this time? What can I do, I asked the maidservant of Serena and asked her to help the kingdom. Yes, I can tell you clearly that the army of the Principality of the Winds of Mourning is what I called, and I let them invade the kingdom. Are you satisfied?"
The noble's eyes twitched and almost twitched his nose.
That group of stupid guys like pigs closed the gate of the castle and shut all the civilians out. Isn't this just to show that they have abandoned the civilians?
Even the play is gone. If the nobility does not protect the ruled people, what is the legitimacy of the aristocracy?
The nobleman gritted his teeth and stuck his neck and said, "...but this is our kingdom, even if there is anything, we should go"
"You can shut up..."
Anger flashed in Grush's heart, and he patted the noble's shoulder in disappointment, looking at the noble with pity.
In the mind of this guy, I am afraid that there have never been any civilians. Glory, blood, wealth, and title may be everything in his eyes. Apart from this, nothing matters.
Grush stood up, looked at the two soldiers, and found that they seemed to be full of anger.
"You won't go." The sorrowful paladin shook his head and lamented, "You will never go."
"You will not send an army to protect yourself against the invasion of the Black Forest, you will not send people to protect the untouchables in your eyes, you will not destroy the bridge connecting the Kurt Kingdom and the Black Forest, and end this disaster..." See Looking at him, Grouch was full of sorrow, "You will never, you just want to enjoy the rights, never thought of taking responsibility, otherwise the situation will not develop to the point where it is now."
"I used to think that you have the strength. As an enemy, you are respectable. Now it has been proven that I am blind, and I will consider you a respectable enemy."
Having said that, Glush turned around and left, no longer ignoring the sudden change of the noble face, deaf to his roar, and walked out of the front hall of the castle with a blank expression on the door fragments.
The nobleman’s ending is only death, and his family is the same. Although they can’t bear it, they have already formed a kind of thinking and think that they are superior. However, this is only because of the physical nutrition between the nobles and the civilians. The gap between the above and the illusion of knowledge monopoly can be learned from some recent studies by the Druids that there is no essential difference between nobles and civilians.
Even if the nobles have other bloodlines, they are not noble, because at the racial level, dragons and humans are not superior. Although the lower limit of the dragon is high, but the upper limit is no more than humans, this can be explained Is human blood noble than the dragon?
The bloodline only gave them a shortcut, a higher starting point, just like their noble identity. The so-called bloodline is just an illusion.
The despicable and noble must be judged by their behavior. The noble's qualitative thinking is undesirable, so those who grew up relying on the exploitation of civilians and accepted this thinking must die!
He didn't have so much time to deal with those guys. If he didn't need it now, he might have already shot out other leaders.
In this period of frequent events, the existence of other leaders of the Uprising is like a pile of explosives placed under the bed. I don’t know when it will explode or whether it will explode, but as long as I know that there is a pile of explosives under the bed , Anyone will sleep and sleep.
It is a pity that he still has a place to get them, otherwise, they are dead now!
Now they have laid down two baronets and a baronius. The rebel army is gradually embezzling the entire Kurt Kingdom, but a system similar to the Kurt Kingdom is being established. A group of old nobles died and new nobles appeared again. Not in this world!
Grush walked out of the castle, and the merchants passing by him had no time to salute him, and he hurriedly greeted the servants and entered the castle.
The luxury goods are being moved out of the castle by the servants and placed on the open space for a little bit, which needs to be cleaned up.
The rebels do not need these things, now they only need the food that they brought from abroad.
He could feel that the bones that should have been rotten were thinking about something, and the sight of the devil and the devil never moved away from this chaotic kingdom. They needed a lot of souls, and there were also a lot of high-quality souls.
The kingdom of Kurt has become a multi-game chess game, and what worries him even more is that before the Eye of All-knowing had a precedent of joining forces with the kingdom of the undead, although the undead monarchs are independent, they generally take care of themselves. ~EbookFREE.me~ But if it is to turn a whole country into a dead place, they must be willing to join hands.
If not only the Dragon Hunting Order, but also the undead monarch...
"Your Excellency, the goods have been counted. Please take a look. Is the number correct?"
A flattering voice came beside him, waking Grush and turning his head to look, he saw a businessman rubbing his hands nervously, and behind him, other businessmen stood.
Grus only looked at the bill, and handed it to the priesthood of the wealth church beside him. After he confirmed it, he sighed: "Change it to food, it must be food produced from abroad, not inferior. Okay, you know what I’m talking about if you don’t want to die!"
Although it is only a small salary, as long as he keeps fighting, he can grab enough wealth to meet the needs of the entire kingdom.
Seeing the merchants wiping their cold sweats, Glush looked away and looked away.
He has decided on his next goal. If the Viscount and the Baron are not enough, is a Marquis enough?