In Gao Wen's calm gaze, Daniel lowered his head without holding on for too long: "...In the face of your power, my loyalty to Tifeng and the Eternal Midnighter can give in."

"Very good," Gao Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then pointed to the special edition of "Cybersecurity" by the Eternal Sleeper. "Then let's start with this book, which will be the first step in your promotion in the Eternal Sleeper Cult. First of all, you need not to spread this knowledge directly, but to discover the fatal flaws in the current spiritual network, and tell other believers slightly higher than you or the same level. When Eternal Sleepers gradually realize these hidden dangers, you will release the things in the first chapter as your research results. Let's first look at what a distributed network is and the concept of network resource allocation..."

Daniel lowered his head and made a respectful attitude.

He really recalled his youth, and the years when he first learned knowledge with his mentor...

At the same time, in the eastern part of Ansu, there was a certain town.

The snow has stopped, and brilliant stars emerged in the clear night sky. The stars shone on the earth, and the snow reflected the stars, so that the town after the night will not completely fall into darkness. In the simple streets and alleys where stone and wooden buildings are chaoticly piled up, a tall and thin figure wearing a black hooded cloak is quietly walking through the streets and alleys.

After finding a corner that could block the cold wind, the figure stopped and took off the hood of the cloak.

Below the hood is a striking blonde hair unique to the silver elf and a very handsome face.

High-level Elves Ranger, Saldrin Frost Leaf.

The human town at night seemed particularly quiet, at least where the poor gathered. Salderin's long elf ears shook gently in the air, and he could hear the sounds of lyres and tambourines still coming from the distant lord castle, which meant that the nightlife of the nobles had just begun.

The high-level ranger took a breath of fresh but cold air, then couldn't help but frown and pressed his hand near his chest.

The weird woman was better than he thought. Although Ranger was not a profession that was very good at head-on combat, he still didn't expect that he would still be at a disadvantage when he fought an opponent suspected of druid.

If he had not followed the advice of the Knight named Byron and carried some "new weapons for justice" with him, he felt that his situation would have been worse now.

While calming the pain of the wound, Saldrin felt his flesh and blood gradually neutralizing the strange toxins with the help of extraordinary power, he recalled the previous battle - he finally confirmed that the power used by that woman was indeed the power of a druid.

Toxins, withered vines, thorns, and corrupt tree people are all spells derived from druids, but there are obvious signs of corruption and depravity... All things will eventually die? This should be the most likely explanation.

Why did a high-level believer who died in the end of everything sneak into the elves monitoring station? What is her purpose?

The cold night wind blew through the streets again. Saldrin tightened his cloak and temporarily stopped thinking. It would be better to wait until he returned to Cecil before talking. Gao Wen and his smart people could give more advice, which was much better than him who was blindly guessing here alone.

Unfortunately, the proof documents he had with him were damaged in the previous battle, and when he returned, he found that Ansu East Realm had entered a higher level of martial law due to changes in the situation. The order from Duke of the East Realm made the entire area difficult to pass. The situation was better in places with poor order, but in such large and medium-sized towns with strict aristocratic rule and numerous eyeliners, he had to act carefully and cautiously.

In this chaotic and dark aristocratic separatist era, no foreigner without supporting documents would have any advantage—especially, he was working in the army of Tifeng not long ago. Duke Silas Loren and his knights and generals knew him. Those people did not know that he had turned to Cecil, and it would be difficult to explain once they met...

The cold wind in the winter nights in the north of the mainland was biting. Although the physical fitness of the high-level extraordinary person prevented Saldrin from getting sick at this temperature, he was still quite uncomfortable and couldn't help looking for a warmer place. Due to the powerful rule of the Duke of the East Realm and the martial law orders, all the taverns and hotels were stared very closely. The aliens and foreigners in the eastern part of Ansu would be investigated. Of course, Saldrin in his prime would not worry about these, but he was seriously injured now, and suppressing the toxins in his body had consumed most of his strength. He did not want to attract the attention of those extraordinary people at this critical moment.

Just as he was looking for shelter, a little bit of beating fire suddenly caught Solderin's eyes.

He walked over and saw a small bonfire in the deepest part of the alley. Several hazy figures were curled up next to the bonfire. Occasionally, someone moved to move the faint flames and threw a small piece of charcoal dead branches into the fire.

Is a high-level ranger actually going to share a bonfire with a beggar?

Saldrin smiled silently, but walked over.

He could have a better choice. Although he was in a bad state now, he could still find a way to sneak into a barn or even a warm citizen's home for a night. But when he saw the bonfire, he couldn't help getting close to it. The leaping fire and the people surrounding the bonfire made him unable to help but think of seven hundred years ago, the most difficult time of the expeditionary army, when he was mixed with a group of human soldiers and refugees. Everyone used the same method to keep warm on the coldest night, and encouraged each other to walk through the darkest coldest road.

Since the establishment of various human countries and the situation gradually stabilized, he has not experienced this kind of experience for many, many years.

The homeless people by the fire noticed the stranger's approaching, and they immediately became nervous and alert, but soon they realized that they were not soldiers who came out to patrol - in such cold weather, the soldiers were unwilling to go deep into the slums, and they would often just walk around the streets and go back to drink.

The man in the black cloak was more like another homeless person.

Saldrin, who had put on his hood, walked to the campfire and spoke in a low voice: "It's so cold."

A homeless man wrapped in a worn cotton coat muttered: "There is no extra place."

"I still have some wine," Saldrin took out the wine bag from his arms, "enough for one person, two or three."

“…Sit next to you.”

Saldrin sat down, and the wine bag in his hand was quickly taken away by the person next to him. The other party pulled out the plug, put his nose on the mouth of the bag and took a deep breath, then put the wine bag to his mouth, trying hard to restrain himself, but he couldn't help but take a big sip.

Then he held the wine in his mouth, as if he wanted to enjoy it slowly, and the wine bag was passed to the next person.

The wine bags were silently conveyed between these homeless people. Saldrin could see everyone's face through the faint bonfire - some wrinkles and ravines, some had frostbite on their faces, some looked younger, but they were also old-fashioned. They were wrapped in tattered cotton coats, and even a pile of rags that could no longer be seen as clothes. A bad smell emanated from them: it was obvious that these people would not have the opportunity to take a bath.

"Drinking a little wine is much warmer," said a homeless man hoarsely.

The wine bag finally returned to Saldrin's hand, and he shook it, surprised to find that there was a little left inside.

The person sitting opposite the bonfire said, "Save it, maybe one day you will rely on it to save your life."

Saldrin took the wine bag back into his arms in silence, and then sighed softly: "What a cold winter night..."

"You speak in a very sensible way," the homeless person next to him laughed, "but it was really cold."

The man across the bonfire muttered: "It wasn't that cold last winter."

Someone next to him immediately laughed: "You still had a house last winter, so of course you are not cold!"

"Shut up!"

Saldrin heard it, suddenly looked up and interrupted curiously: "Where is your house?"

The man sitting opposite the bonfire said in a depressed tone: "I was taken away by the Knight some time ago... I owe the Knight for five years' rent, but I can't pay it back, and even took away the house and the land."

Saldrin couldn't help but fall silent.

But the man opposite the bonfire did not stop, as if he was thinking of his "good days" last winter. He muttered again: "I still had a house last year, and there was a small piece of land... I still have a wife!"

"His wife died a few years ago," the man next to Saldrin whispered, "he has no idea now."

"It's all done by the Tenant Rent Amnesty Act," said a young man fiddling with a bonfire. "It's nothing good."

"'Tenant rent amnesty bill'?" Saldrin was stunned for a moment, obviously he had never heard of this bill.

In the Kingdom of Ansu, land nobles of the Count and above can promulgate a certain degree of "private laws" on their own territory. Depending on the title, the scope of the law can be promulgated differently. Some can set tax rates, some can mint currency, and some can stipulate the inheritance rights of land. In addition to a general kingdom code, the legal provisions of the nobles in various places can be said to be chaotic and extremely chaotic, and even contradictory situations. These messy laws are not only the challenges that merchants walking between the territory and adventurers must face, but also cause great trouble to foreigners like Saldrin who are unfamiliar with the situation.

"It was a law promulgated by the Earl of Berry ten years ago," said the young man. "The Earl allowed those who rented land to default on rent and did not have to be tortured and confiscated in the first year of the rent, but the rent would be paid twice as much as the second year of the rent, the third year would be doubled, and the fourth year would be doubled... and the house and the fields would be taken away in the fifth year. The Earl said this was a blessing, so that those who could not pay the rent due to the occasional bad season would have the opportunity to repay the debt, so this was the 'Amnesty Act'. If you still couldn't pay the rent for five consecutive years, it would be really lazy and stupid and unworthy to continue to farm his land..."

The man wrapped in a worn cotton coat next to Saldrin sighed: "But few people can pay it back, most of them become like us in five years."

This is a trap! A simple trap!

How could a farmer repay the rent owed if the tenant rent has been doubled continuously? Not to mention the ratio of more than ten times in five years, even in the second year, it would be difficult for them to pay it back - it was impossible for them to accumulate surplus grain or money to deal with the surge in tenant rent in the second year!

Before the implementation of this bill, rent arrears would only be whipped and confiscated, but after the implementation of the bill, anyone who owes rent is destined to be taken away all the land and houses - but ordinary farmers cannot understand this at all.

Because they neither recognize words nor count... and do not have the extra energy and brainpower to think about things other than working and farming.

They faced impossible debts in despair and lost land and houses in despair, but in the end they couldn't even understand why all of this was.

Saldrin glanced at the small bonfire in front of him, and suddenly felt that the memories in his mind of everyone standing hand in hand for warmth seven hundred years ago became blurred.

The man opposite the bonfire was still muttering: "I had a small piece of land at the beginning, right by the river... I have a wife!"

Someone touched him: "Okay, stop talking, talk too much about the wind."

"It's time to add firewood..."

"Don't put it all in, it's still early."

"When it's dawn, go to the Holy Light Church. Go early, and the porridge can be hot."

"Don't be too early - the new pastor doesn't stir it up when serving the porridge, and is used to scooping it from it. If you go too early, you can only drink dilute soup."

Saldrin listened silently, and in the powerful hearing of the elves, he heard the sounds of lyre and tambourines in the distant castle finally quieted down.

He didn't sleep all night until a ray of light appeared in the sky, and the light of the huge sun shone into the town through the clouds.

The church bell rang in the distance, and Saldrin stood up, and the homeless people who had barely fallen asleep struggled to get up one by one: the church bells were the signal to awaken them.

The bonfire was almost extinguished, and the remaining little heat was almost transferred to the people who were roasting the fire. The tramps were moving their frozen hands and feet, hoping to recover a little before the sun actually came out, which helped them keep the food they received at the church door, but when everyone stood up, one of them was still sitting there.

It was the person sitting opposite the bonfire at night.

Someone stepped forward and pushed it, and the hunched body fell to the ground: He is dead.

The homeless people looked at the scene in silence, and some sighed: "I lost a few pieces of firewood last night."

"He still had his own house last year..."

Saldrin had no expression on his face. Seven hundred years ago, those who were walking hand in hand in darkness and hardship, had their descendants built such a country?

He turned around and walked towards the street that was about to be illuminated by the sun.

He wants to return to Cecil soon.

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