Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1459 The Knocking at the Door in the Middle of the Night
The moonlight etched the shadows of the window frames onto the floor, like scars.

Lan Bingru held the water glass, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Antonio leaned against the door frame, fiddling with the small decorations in the room.

“That guy Garr seems to have really been fooled by you. Look at him at the end, he looked like he’d lost his soul.”

"Sigh..." Lan Bingru sighed and put down her cup. "Everyone says that orcs are protective of their own... I never imagined that they would be so cruel as to harm their own children, just because they look human..."

"So you can never completely believe rumors." Lin Fan put Qian Sui, who was sleeping like a log, on the cushion, turned around and picked up the water glass on the table. "However, I always feel that their attitude towards people is a bit strange."

“What’s strange about it?” Andingio asked.

"Gal said that in order to improve their civilization level, they specially accepted people from the Loess Region into Crystal City, just to show that the orcs were fair to humans..." Lin Fan recalled.

“Yes, that’s what they say.” Antonio walked over, grabbed a chair, turned it around, and straddled it backwards.

“But if Crystal City values ​​species equality so much, why would it accept human servants?” Lin Fan looked at him. “Whether it was Bonnie or Adrian, they both initially had the idea of ​​selling us into Crystal City.”

“Something does seem a bit off,” Lan Bingru said, frowning in thought.

“Hey! That’s easy.” Antonio didn’t think it was a problem. “What they want to prove is that the Annimo species are equal, so only the people of the Loess Region are treated equally. As aliens, we are not within their scope of assessment.”

"Besides, the matter of selling human slaves isn't something that Anniemo covered up or that other planets knew about. It's just differential treatment; it's not like they haven't done it before. I think it's quite normal."

The cool touch of metal spread up his fingertips, and Lin Fan nodded slowly. "Maybe I'm overthinking it..."

"Boom boom boom!"

A sudden knocking sounded at the door.

Lan Bingru was startled and almost dropped the water glass.

Antonio and Lin Fan exchanged a glance, then slowly walked to the door and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

They lived in a side hall of a luxurious castle.

Whether it was to prevent them from disturbing Adrian or something else, the door to this side hall was located on the very side of the castle.

To enter the main hall, you need to leave the room, take a detour, and then go up the grand staircase leading to the main entrance.

It's supposed to be part of the castle, but it's actually a somewhat secluded, independent room. The decor, however, is luxurious.

It was quite late when Gar led them back. They hadn't seen anyone else along the way.

Surely he didn't realize he'd been scammed and came to confront them in the middle of the night? That can't be right.

There was no response from the door.

Lin Fan abruptly pulled back the heavy velvet curtains.

Unfortunately, the area in front of the door was blocked by the shadows above, so nothing could be seen. But not far away, at the base of the wall, there seemed to be a moving figure, but it was blending into the darkness and couldn't be seen clearly.

Lin Fan gestured to Antonio not to open the door yet.

"It looks like a person."

The person she was referring to was certainly not an orc.

Antonio immediately realized: "Loess Plateau..."

"Thump, thump, thump!" Three more sounds.

Then came a soft, grinding sound...

“Down there!” Lan Bingru pointed to the crack in the door at Antonio’s feet, where something was being pushed in.

Antonio frowned at the oil-paper-like substance and took a step back.

"They're gone." Lin Fan saw the shadow outside the window sway like a tree in the wind, quickly disappearing before turning his gaze back.

Lan Bingru stared nervously at Antonio, who had already picked up the item: "Be careful, it might be poisoned!"

“It’s not that bad.” Antonio grinned. “I can always bother you again.” The oil paper was folded many times.

Lin Fan walked over to the paper that had just been fully unfolded, revealing a crumpled piece of coarse hemp paper inside.

There were crooked characters on the hemp paper, which looked like they were written with charcoal or something similar. If you wiped them off, your hands would be covered in black ink.

The three of them studied it for quite a while before they were able to translate it roughly:

Not all those beneath the loess soil are dull-witted.

Shackles bind the body, but cannot bind the mind and soul.

"What do you mean?" Lan Bingru asked incredulously.

“What else could it mean?” Antonio laughed heartily. “The people of the Loess Plateau are rebelling. They’ve come to declare their loyalty to us.”

Lan Bingru's already chaotic mind was completely unable to function.

"But...but how did the people from the Loess Plateau know we were here?"

Since entering the Greystone settlement, they have encountered very few people along the way.

That means Adrian, Garr, Bonnie, and...

"Those people who are imprisoned." Lin Fan gripped the hemp paper, his fingertips feeling heavy.

"They heard what we said earlier!" Lan Bingru finally reacted, clapping her hands excitedly. "But... is it still up ahead..."

“Ahead,” Antonio said with certainty.

"Why?" Lan Bingru asked. "They're all locked up, aren't they? On the contrary, those who are to be sold into servitude have more freedom, right?"

Antonio stroked his chin: "Honey, what do you think?"

"It's hard to say," Lin Fan shook his head. "Human servants have their own interests to pursue; they are constrained by the promise of advancement within the Garr class. Human slaves have even stronger motivations, but their circumstances are limited..."

"Is it possible that they are people from the Loess Plateau who have been sold off outside?" Lan Bingru felt that they had more freedom and were more familiar with the environment of the Gray Stone settlement.

"It's unlikely, unless they have other ways to communicate privately," Lin Fan continued, shaking his head.

"Things are getting interesting. Only the earliest human slaves heard what we were saying, right?" Antonio recalled. "When Gar said that someone could pilot a mech in Crystal City and win the respect of the orcs, the breathing behind the door went completely erratic."

Lin Fan nodded: "But thinking about it carefully, anti-orcism and social advancement are not inherently contradictory."

“…Indeed.” Antonio smiled. “We were thinking too narrowly. The two are not inherently contradictory. In fact, the people of the Loess Plateau would gain even more by defeating the orcs.”

"Them?" Lan Bingru frowned. "I don't mean to look down on them, and I hope they can turn things around, but given their situation..."

In just half a day, the three of them had already gotten a general idea of ​​what the people in the Loess Plateau were like.

Resistance is not just about shouting slogans; hard power is the key to victory.

What do people in the Loess Plateau region have?
Imprisoned, enslaved, and not even guaranteed to have enough to eat...

The only one capable of piloting a mech is still in Crystal City, where he has become a source of pride for the Annie Demons and is treated as an honored guest.

Even if he rebelled, he wasn't the only one with Annie's mechs.

No matter how much he cheers and shouts, he can't muster enough effective fighting power!
These words weren't something that came to mind on the spot, but rather something that was written in one go.

The people from the Huishi settlement are from my Loess Plateau region, and I'm afraid they've been secretly connected for a long time.

The sudden appearance of Lin Fan and his group, in human form, and the subtle shift in their stance that the people of the Loess Plateau sensed, prompted them to take action.

"They're really bold, aren't they afraid we'll report them?" Antonio slowly sat down in a chair.

“Right, how are they sure we’re not with the orcs?” Lan Bingru asked. “After all, Gar and the others have been quite nice to us. Lin Jian spoke up for them, but his expression was very subtle. Gar and Bonnie didn’t seem to understand. What if they’re wrong? Wouldn’t their whole scheme be exposed?”

"Because people in despair will fly like moths to a flame even if there is only a glimmer of light." Lin Fan wrapped the hemp paper back in oil paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

"They're betting on us, on that light."