I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 228 Stealing Grain (Part 1)

Chapter 160
Connie's simple mind couldn't handle complex problems, and she was completely at a loss in the current situation.

But when she looked up and around, trying to find her adjutant or anyone else who could give her advice, Connie was shocked to find that the people who should have been gathered on the city wall were nowhere to be seen.
She meant the barbarian guards that Prince Chris had sent to her, and the explosive siege spears they carried?
Where have they all gone?
Of course they went to kill the enemy!
The player community is a group that has virtually no connection to procrastination; as long as there is a task, they will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

There is an enemy, and they are right in front of us?

Isn't this just like putting honey in front of a bear?

So, before Connie came up, most of the players rushed down in a swarm, leaving only a small group of players with a sense of responsibility who didn't want to leave a mess for the NPCs to clean up, and they stayed behind to defend this section of the city wall.

As for the garrison soldiers below?

They may have noticed something amiss here, or they may not, but the fact that they haven't sent anyone to retake the city walls proves that they no longer have the resources to do such a thing.

The players who rushed down the city wall split into several groups as soon as they landed.

Some people mindlessly rushed into the battlefield, indiscriminately attacking anyone with a hostile symbol above their head, even so-called armed civilians, killing them indiscriminately.

Some players maintained basic rationality and did not activate their berserk mode, instead choosing to bypass the battlefield.
The player who was known as "Cut the Street" and a dozen or so other casual players who were on good terms with him did not plunge into the chaotic battlefield.

"Chop like crazy, where are we going?"

In a dark alley, a player asked a puzzled question.

"There's a huge pile of fries outside, shouldn't we go and get some?"

"Foolish, you haven't had enough fries yet?!"

Kan Jie replied disdainfully, then peeked out and looked around the alley to make sure no one was there. With a wave of his hand, he led his men out.

"I'm going to make a big score!"

"What's big?"

"Food!"

"It's only natural that I'm cutting the street," he said.

"The most important thing for this city right now is food. As long as we find food, we're sure to get the biggest military credit."

That makes sense!

Players unanimously agreed on the logic of hacking down an entire street.

What? You're saying this city is now full of starving people with no surplus food?
You might be able to fool an ignorant NPC with what you're saying, but it's pointless to fool players.

The players exchanged knowing glances. They knew all too well the tricks of the trade in medieval cities... the more famine there was, the more grain the nobles and merchants would hoard in their cellars.

"Old Kan, I have a question, I don't know what you..."

"Stop dawdling! Just say it!"

Do you know where the food is stored?

One player asked this question, leaving the street-slinger speechless.

Yes, where is the grain?
Although there is a system map, places on this map that you haven't been to will be covered by a fog.

Coincidentally, everyone present was visiting Waterladnoy for the first time and was quite unfamiliar with the city's interior, let alone the location of the wealthy and powerful's grain warehouses.

Kan Jie scratched his head; he was indeed a little troubled.

However, this didn't stump the players. Almost immediately, someone offered a suggestion: "We don't know, just ask someone!"

"Who should I ask?"

"native!"

The proposer stated this with great conviction.

"With so many people starving here, some of them must want to buy food or run a zero-dollar shopping event. So, the locals must know exactly where to find food in Wotradnoy. We can just ask them."

Where should we look for them?

"Look, you can just bang on the door and go in to ask. Do you think you're a good person?"

Makes sense!
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As old Jack shoved the three children under the oak dining table, footsteps outside were already crushing the cobblestones on the street corner, and the dull thud of the wooden door breaking was somewhat muffled and frightening.

His wife's hand trembled as she gripped the brass candlestick, the candle wax dripping onto the faded embroidered tablecloth, burning a black hole in it.

"Shh..."

Old Jack pressed his calloused thumb to his youngest daughter's lips to stop her from crying out of fear and luring the armored demons outside in.

Tonight in Waterloo will not be peaceful; Old Jack had already foreseen this this afternoon.

It wasn't that old Jack had any superpowers or could predict the future, but rather that as a commoner in Waterladnoy, at the very bottom of society, he had the keenest perception of every little thing happening in the city.

For example, the neighbor's house hasn't opened its door since this morning.

Old Jack knew his neighbor's kid was involved with the local gangs, so their house not opening meant they must have received advance notice. And the gentleman on the street, who had also disappeared a couple of days ago and was hiding somewhere, must have run away too.

If he could run, Old Jack would definitely take his family to hide, but with no food and no money, where could Old Jack run to?

So, old Jack could only close the door, nail the windows shut with planks, and make some efforts that were better than nothing.

Sure enough, there were unusual noises outside tonight.

First, the bells of the Church of the Earth Mother rang, and the priests living on this street ran back and forth with bronze bells, calling on "sincere believers to join the holy war..."

Old Jack's wife was a devout believer, and she kept insisting on opening the door and going out, but Old Jack dissuaded her with a single sentence.

"If you want to leave, divorce me first, then take your things and leave... Damn it, that way you'll die out there, saving me the trouble of spending money to find your body."

Ordinary people have no choice but to believe in a church. They spend money and time to find a support for themselves. If they encounter any trouble, they can go to the church and talk to the priest to prevent themselves from being bullied too badly.

But what time is it now?
To dare obey the church priest's orders and go out at night is tantamount to courting death. Old Jack, who considers himself a smart man, would never do such a foolish thing.

The explosions and shouts of battle that came from outside late tonight proved that Old Jack's decision was correct.

Although the decision was correct, luck wasn't on his side. Hearing the crisp sound of the door latch being smashed to the ground, old Jack couldn't help but wail.

"Oh, Mother Earth's love..."

The prayer had barely begun when three warriors clad in heavy black armor burst through the door, bursting in along with the roaring sounds outside, the cold rain, and the chaotic world.

Old Jack's heart clenched, and he instinctively pulled his youngest daughter closer, fearing that these uninvited guests might harm his family.

(End of this chapter)