savior epic

Chapter 113 The Archon

The man stepped into the tavern, and the gloomy atmosphere was overwhelming.

A dozen or twenty strong men sat decadently at each table, with beer that had been drunk or only half drunk in front of them.

The man found it strange that the war had lasted for three months, yet there were so many strong men here, but they were not armed. Some of these men even wore scimitars.

The boss with a white beard propped himself up in front of the counter in boredom. His eyes were bloodshot. When he saw the man walking in, he said in a calm manner, "There's only one barrel of beer here."

From his decadent appearance, the man saw angry eyes.

"What happened here? This small town." The man walked over and asked.

"What happened?" The boss thought it was amused, "Where are you a country bumpkin? I don't know that the city-state assembly is about to be held? Are we going to surrender?"

Convening a city-state assembly?surrender? !

These two pieces of news hit the man's heart like thunder.

I clearly remember that at the beginning of the war, I clearly passed a decree to temporarily deprive the power of the city-state assembly.

The man looked at the boss in disbelief, and asked one after another: "What happened? How could the city-state assembly be held?! Is the surrender resolution going to be passed at the assembly?!"

Hearing these questions, the boss was furious, with blue veins on his forehead: "I didn't know! The vanguard army was wiped out, and the other armies could only hide in the castle. Those sages, cowards raised by pigs, unexpectedly united Go to the castle of Alan Biyin to force the palace, and ask us to accept the king's request and surrender peacefully!"

The boss finally found someone to confide in and told everything.

King Andri's attack was frustrated, and it was difficult to take Alan because of the city-state, and the leaderless city-state army was unable to attack the enemy, so the situation was stalemate.

And the local sages who were affected by the war united to demand the reconvening of the city-state assembly, restore the power of the city-state assembly, and demand that the entire Alan city-state must accept the generous surrender conditions of King Andrew: including the canonization of new nobles, tax exemption for three years, Ensuring local autonomy, etc.

"No matter how generous a surrender is, it's a surrender! This group of pigs!" The boss scolded angrily, "Before the city-state was built, they were here, the group of people who lived the best life except for the nobles."

Hearing this, the man probably guessed that the current situation is difficult. According to the boss, the city-state has already had two castles, and more than a dozen villages have fallen. slaves.

The boss complained about his suffering. He said that his elder and younger sons joined the army with full of enthusiasm. The elder son died bravely in battle, but the younger son had to hide in the castle, full of anger and nowhere to take revenge.

Then, the boss turned to scold the missing consul: "Our consul, he is a coward, the biggest coward! Think about it, he died there! With his hands up in the sky, don't worry about anything! Lord! "

Before the man could react, there was a sound behind him.

The man was so strong that he almost lifted the table and stood up.

His face was flushed, whether it was from drunkenness or anger, he stared at the boss in front of the counter: "The consul is not dead yet! He must not be dead!"

"Yes, I'm missing, Almin, you just go ahead and believe that story." The boss insisted, "What do you think you took up arms for? You should go to war! You're not here to drink!"

A dozen men turned their heads, and one of them stood up and shouted loudly: "Bitch, we paid for it!"

"You bastards, I paid for my son!" The boss's eyes were red, and he yelled, crying, "My eldest son, he is only 24!"

Now the whole tavern fell silent, and the person who stood up suppressed his red throat, and sat down silently again.

The boss sighed for a long time, wiped away his tears, leaned against the counter, smiled at the man, and said bitterly, "At least I still have a young son."

He sorted out his mood for a moment and asked, "Tell me, how much beer do you want?"

The man put his hands on the counter and pressed against the wooden frame.

"I didn't come back to drink." The man said hoarsely.

"It doesn't matter much, these idiots don't drink for the sake of drinking." The boss responded.

At this time, Almin, who just got up to indicate that the consul was not dead, said to the man, "Which remote village in the city-state are you from? I see that you don't know the situation."

The man nodded.

Almin restrained his anger, and said slowly, "You should know that the Vanguard Corps is destroyed."

"I know it well, better than anyone else." The man replied calmly.

This tone made Almin stunned. He glanced up and down at this tramp-like figure, always feeling a little familiar, but he didn't see anything extraordinary.But the sharp look in his eyes taught him a little awe.

Armin added: "Whatever you know, but...we're about to surrender, the situation is too difficult."

"what do you think?"

"What do I think?" When Almin heard this, his eyes were angry, not at the man, and he then said: "I tell you, my village is on the edge of the city-state, and as soon as I come to this hell, I will The masters there built houses, dug stones, and planted grain. I wanted to resist at first, but I was tortured so badly by the whip. My nephew who came to hell with me was starved to death. After that, I was domesticated by them! What do you think I think?"

Armin slapped the table angrily as he spoke.

The man listened silently.

"Two years ago, Alan Biyintuozhang came to my village and hanged our master. I have a new identity, no longer a slave, but a citizen! A man who has regained his freedom!"

At the end, Almin's tone was sad.

Because if they surrender, some people will become nobles, and some people will become slaves.

"Those damned sages!" A soldier shouted after sipping his drink.

Then, the soldier turned his gaze over here.

The man turned his head and met his gaze.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, and the wooden wine cup in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He suspected that he was dazzled, drank too much alcohol, and kept staring at the man repeatedly. Finally, he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Executive, Consul?!"

Almin turned his head, but before he could react, he said doubtfully, "What are you talking about? You drank too much? It shocked me."

The soldier ignored Armin. He stared at the sloppy man intently, and continued to say in surprise, "I can't be mistaken, it's really the consul! Lord, I promise in the name of the Lord!"

Everyone was startled by the exclamation, and they all turned to look at the soldier first, and then followed the soldier's gaze.

The boss at the counter opened his eyes even more.

The man sat quietly, motionless.

　Finally got out.Actually, I wanted to update it today, but.
　　Today, a book friend whose grandma is a Protestant found me. He told me that I wrote very religiously, just like listening to his grandma tell Bible stories when I was a child. He also said——

　　"There are places like God's essays."

　　I was so excited, so excited, so happy when I saw this sentence.

　　Then I kicked out this chapter.

　　I didn’t expect a book friend to praise me so much, it’s so inspiring and moving
　　
　
(End of this chapter)