The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"Although I want to say that my ideals are noble and my pursuits are great, in fact, so far, many, many people have been deprived of their lives by me. They may have family members, children, lovers, or unknown secrets. Brilliant, but I still took their lives.”

He patted Ino, who was frightened by Lenovo and was sweating. Sasha next to this child was very receptive to this aspect.

“I won’t say these words to the people who will be surrounding us, I will only say them to you. In the future, you must only say them to those who have ideals and pursuits. You must not let such nihilistic lines shake your mind. "

"Ino, what we do is not absolutely noble. In other words, the concept of absolute is not absolute in the first place. How can there be anything absolutely just? Of course there are good people among those nobles. They are kind to the people and do what they think. However, the entire aristocratic group is exploiting the Ursus people with peace of mind.

These people living here extract profits from people at a lower level than them. This is normal. How can they survive without these? But from another perspective, they are also earning and exploiting, just like those Ursus nobles. What's the difference? "

Yeah, what's the difference?

Ino was confused.

"Of course there is a difference!"

Qiao Lun's words were shocking:

"If you believe what I just said, it proves that you have been involved in sophistry and philosophical meanings, your concepts have been stolen, your fighting spirit has been destroyed, and you have reached a dead end!"

"Ino, how are nobles exploited? What did you see in the book?"

"He, they profit from the system and taxes, and make money from corruption and fraud! And they also use fictitious nobility to get it from people with peace of mind!"

Ino subconsciously stood up straight and answered loudly.

"Then look at the people in front of you. Do you think they are like that?" Qiao Lun asked.

"They, they..." Ino hesitated for a moment: "They just make a small profit?"

"It's almost the same," Qiao Lun sighed: "Because they didn't rip off the bones and extract the marrow in some name, their actions were not so sinister and cunning, they abided by the rules, and they didn't let the vicious exploitation of the nobles start all over again."

"Then... Ino, guess what these buyers will do if they stand in the position of nobles?" Qiao Lun asked again.

"They, they will do the same thing as the nobles?"

"Yes, of course they will do these things. If there is no restraint and everyone knows from the inside out that there should not be such a group, everyone will be eroded."

Qiao Lun sighed, pointing at everyone in the morning market and telling Ino what he thought:

"I plan to get involved in mining, industry, agriculture, medicine, all for our cause, but do you know why I want to focus so much on education?"

"Because I have to make the Ursus people realize that no one should stand so high, so far away, so comfortable raising tax rates and creating opportunities, while laughing and taking things from the hands of the losers he looks down on."

"I have to do something for the Ursans to find out,

The leader should not be appointed by the emperor or run by a certain big family. He should be selected by the Ursus people based on their own needs and opinions without threats or temptations. "

"I also have to make the people of Ursus realize that the so-called nobles are just a bunch of paper tigers. When people unite, the energy that bursts out is amazing, and the nobles who shout loudly in the mobile city of Ursus are How fragile!”

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Ino and Sasha didn't come out of the shock of Jolon's words until lunch. On the one hand, they felt Jolon's words were shocking, and on the other hand, they were overturned by the emperor and him who had been hovering in Ursus for so long. The meaning of representation is unsettling.

But they quickly moved on from thinking:

Qiao Lun had already led them to where the slaves were.

Qiao Lun did not choose to give a speech in front of everyone, and he did not intend to gather many tundra people who did not even understand the meaning of survival to introduce his career in a foggy manner.

——He did not intend to use Ursa's power that could directly affect everyone's mind, but chose to tell everyone his thoughts one by one.

Ino and Sasha followed him and watched him take the trouble to talk to every tundra person about his needs and challenges, his ideals and solicitations.

Many of these people were lazy people who had spent their whole lives hanging out on the tundra. They were not interested in anything Jolon said. Instead, they were interested in him farming in the Ursus wasteland.

There were also civilized people who were reluctant to leave the mobile city. When they heard Qiao Lun's needs, they were shocked and regarded him as a madman and refused to communicate with him.

There are only one or two loveless guys who are willing to carry out Jolon's mission. They will talk to Jolon about many family matters, talk about the past persecution by Ursus, and ask Jolon about his purpose. When Jorum frankly told them his expectations, these people bitterly persuaded him not to do so.

"The war machine of Ursus will crush any bug that refuses to obey."

There are always people who subconsciously say this.

But Qiao Lun did not give in. He would always end the discussion about local customs and customs with each other at this time, and seriously ask them this sentence:

"Then you will be squeezed to death by this machine?"

Many people were silent, but Qiao Lun understood their true and false desires as if he could read their minds. The next day, when Ino and Sasha finished their two-day reading recharge, they found that their teacher was leading some crows. The Sass slaves left late at night.

"I'll go build another base with people who are willing to follow us. I'll be back tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry."

Chapter 19 Construction

It was the afternoon of the second day when Qiao Lun came back.

He looked quite cheerful, radiant and energetic, even smiling on rare occasions.

Ino finally understood why Mr. Tartarus always had a straight face, and even when he smiled, the corners of his mouth were just slightly curved. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed, and there were two shallow dimples on his cheeks, which looked very cute. A female high school student with a bit of youthful beauty.

Anyway, very cute.

But such a smile disappeared quickly like the water in Ursus in winter. Tartarus could not show such a smile. His career, his pursuit, and the people he controlled and recruited faced this. It is difficult to build confidence with a smile - what the Ursas people need is never tenderness, and what this group of people who grew up in the ice and snow longs for is not a smile.

So the cold-hearted Tartarus appeared in prison again. He still took the trouble to argue with the people captured by the slave-catching team and discussed their views on Ursus with them. The people who were persuaded by him gradually gathered and were taken to another place by him. The place.

But Draco's smiles are getting more and more, and his career has undoubtedly begun a new beginning. After a week of studying and traveling with Tartarus, Ino and Sasha began to be taken away by Tartarus. People came back to corroborate what he preached.

As a result, the cunning tundra people were convinced by his actions, and more and more people followed him to leave. Only a small number of people who were not suitable for farming were left behind, preparing to recruit the tundra people brought back by other slave-catching teams.

Desperate people who had no love in life and dared to say that they had sold their lives to Tartarus just for revenge after meeting Tartarus for the first time came and went. They followed Tartarus to build a living space for the tundra people. When they followed Tartarus back , a smile full of hope appeared on his face like a dead tree blooming into spring.

Ino and Sasha couldn't describe their feelings, but they saw more and more prisoners leaving. Some came back and some never came back. Those who came back would buy in batches under the leadership of the people who followed Tata. supplies, and will also bring some candies to Ino and Sasha. The humble and cunning appearance when he was imprisoned is no longer visible.

"That's because their lives are getting better, they have supplies, and they start to have more money. As the ancient saying goes, people know etiquette when they have enough food and clothing, and they know honor and disgrace when they have enough food and clothing - the economic structure determines the upper level foundation."

Tartarus always used this sentence to supplement his explanations.

The coming and going of people lasted for a month. When Ino and Sasha gradually got used to it and there were fewer and fewer prisoners, the trembling warden came to Tartarus:

"Sir, the day is coming soon. Nobles are coming to collect the goods, and other slave-catching teams are coming back."

The skinny Ursus man sat on the sofa opposite Jolon, wiping the unstoppable sweat from his forehead and speaking to Jolon with uncontrollable fear.

"Isn't this just right?" Qiao Lun smiled, "Which side comes first?"

"Slave Catching Team"

, they will send the good goods they caught here, and we will pick and choose them, and finally..."

The warden reluctantly moved his lips.

"When was the last time?"

"Tomorrow." Knowing that Qiao Lun didn't like long speeches, the warden abandoned the red tape and only explained the most important news clearly.

"Just right." Qiao Lun lay there lazily, with no emotion or anger on his face: "Your eldest son was saved by us and is now teaching in a school in another base. He is a good man and is willing to endure hardship. You have seen a lot of photos of him this month and know what I said is true."

"Your youngest son is not exactly prosperous now. He admires his elder brother and feels powerless and unable to extricate himself from the internal problems in Ursus. With the help of his elder brother, he is now in contact with our people and providing information. "

"Your two sons are both very good people who are willing to devote themselves to the poor people," Qiao Lun looked at the warden, whose smile became increasingly bitter after learning about his sons.

"They are the people who support my theories and ideas, they are my followers, and they are the objects of my training. Their safety is naturally protected by us. Today, many real dangers have ignored them."

"I just didn't expect that there is such a big difference between my son and me. How can someone like you use the money you earn without conscience to educate two children who are truly willing to sacrifice for the poor? It's unpredictable."

"They have had different ideas from me since they were young. They are like their mother, kind, beautiful, persistent and smart."

The warden grinned and replied with a misery that Ino and Sasha couldn't understand.

"Be happy," Tata patted his shoulder across the coffee table, "At least your control method has been removed by me, which is completely different from those precarious guards."

"I only have these two children. It is impossible for me to marry another wife when I am old. What else can I do if I don't follow you? I only have them two."

The warden couldn't help but flip his cards on Tata, revealing all his flaws and pleadings in front of this terrifying dragon man who now essentially controls the entire town, just to make him treat his children better.

Tata said goodbye to him reluctantly. When Inosasha continued to read, he heard the teacher murmuring:

"Has the situation become so severe that even a warden is inclined to be threatened and obeyed? Ursus's harsh rule has actually suppressed the backlash to this extent..."

He looked at the sunny outskirts, thoughtfully.

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"This is a good product in the past half month. Boss, can you see if it suits you? Why don't you pick two first?"

The slave captain, whose clothes were as shabby as No. [-], but with several layers of clothes stacked together to keep him warm and cold-resistant, said flatteringly to the guard. Behind him, a quasi-slave with a thin face and a strange smell was numbly holding the rope. Keep up, there is no light in your eyes.

"No, just follow us."

The guard glanced at him inexplicably, causing the slave catcher captain's flattering face to freeze, unable to understand what the emotion shining in his eyes was.

But the money still needed to be adjusted. He winked at his arrogant accomplice, who quickly came over and handed him a few cigarettes. The leader brought another roll of Ursus coins and stuffed them into the guard's hand.

"Go in and find Lao Fumi. He will take you away."

The guard glanced at him, weighed the weight of the Ursus coins, and told him with satisfaction that he could sell them at a good price.

"Thank you very much. We'll pay for your drinking next time!"

The leader bowed his head in thanks, and the guard looked arrogantly at him and the slave catchers behind him, and swiped the card on the metal closed door, allowing a group of sinful souls to visit the market in exchange for sins.

The leader and his team members hurriedly drove the captured slaves in like herding sheep. One child was so hungry that he was skin and bones. He walked too slowly and was kicked in by the team members.

At this point, the goods are already waiting to be sold, and no one cares about their health!

However, when the team leader went to find Lao Fumi in the mouth of the guard, they found that there was no one in this usual trading place.

Chapter 20 Substitution

What about people?

The dozen or so Ussians in the slave-catching team were confused. Where was the operator who the paid guard told them?

They were the only ones in the empty room. The two huge metal doors behind them were tightly closed, and there was no sign of anyone else.

What's going on here?

——! ! ! !

All the members of the slave-catching team suddenly squeezed their chests desperately to breathe. The Ursus, including the team leader, clutched their necks with both hands in pain, and their cheeks were bruised from holding back.

The air was clearly swirling in their lungs, but their bodies seemed to be failing as if they couldn't accept it. They opened their mouths wide, dilated their nostrils, and stretched their chests as wide as possible, but could not get even a little bit of nourishment from the atmosphere, and could only lie helplessly on the ground. Creeping and twisting.

The slaves they captured were unscathed. These thin men and women, who were too thin to resist, watched in horror as the strong slave-catching team fell one by one. They did not dare to say a word and allowed the bruises to creep up on them. expression, and finally lost consciousness in despair as he slapped the ground desperately.

"The third batch has been processed. Come in, guys, here comes another team of replacements."

The metal door facing the entrance of the slave-catching team suddenly opened, and with a faint voice, No. [-], as an old-timer, commanded the followers to enter the room.

He first kicked him with all his might, which is recorded in the warden's record.

The slave-catching captain, whose rank was much higher than that of his former team, kicked him and then led the people waiting behind him to drag the slave-catching team away one by one.

After the first-round caretakers left, the second-round leader who was waiting next to them came out, put on a friendly smile, and then led these quasi-slaves who were tightly tied with ropes to the single room.

The would-be slaves, who were trembling with fear from the unexpected situation, showed no sign of resistance. After more than half a month of teasing and training by the slave catching team, the last hope in their hearts had been extinguished. They looked at the slave catching team. Like a demon on earth, he simply doesn't dare to resist or escape.

Now these strong men who could easily decide their life or death were being knocked down inexplicably and horribly. They were dragged out by the first wave of people like dead dogs. The workers even deliberately bumped, punched and kicked them, leaving the tough and cruel villains bruised and swollen. ——How dare they resist the second group of leaders who are obviously accomplices to the first wave of people?

Soon, all men, women and children were given a single room. They lay sickly on the cold mud floor, and no one dared to speak.

Until a metal impact was heard in their ears, the slaves who had already reacted to the sound sat up and lay down in fear, not daring to make any move - using metal impact to form tunes was the slave team's specialty when ordering the captors. In the small town prison at the transfer station, the guards naturally master these conventional skills.

But what they were waiting for was not whips and scolds. A team of guards politely placed soft bread and soup in front of them one by one. Another team of people wearing clean clothes opened the cell door with a key and brought food. He walked to the table and lifted the kneeling slaves up one by one.

"Don't be afraid, they are all Ursans. This place has been captured by us. We specially gathered people from the slave catching team to deal with it, and we also want to lead everyone to escape. Come, let's eat the food together first, and the rest Let’s talk about things after we’re full.”

The guys with honest faces, who looked like they were not bad guys at first sight, would help the trembling would-be slaves to chairs, then pick up the bread and dip it in the thick soup to eat, while comforting them with the unique accent of the tundra Ursus people.

——This is the third batch of slaves brought to the transit station. The people who followed Tartarus already knew how to make them lower their guard and how to quickly promote Tartarus' theory.

Orphans among the quasi-slaves will be selected for training, and the adults will be given ideological work by these communicators who are brought back to the transit station by Tartarus. Finally, they will be personally inspected by Tartarus to determine whether they are loyal, and finally taken to their base. become the cornerstone.

The first echelon, which brought members of the slave-catching team with bad records, moved them to the middle of the large cabin exclusive to Tartarus.

Qiao Lun sat on a large chair, leaning against the long steel table, waking up from his indulging in reading and reading newspapers, and observed the physical appearance of these slave-catching teams one by one.

He rang the bell, and the guard in charge came in quickly. Seeing the slave-catching team lying stiff like dead dogs, he looked at Jolon who had already called himself Tartarus with no surprise, and saw the familiar figure After raising a finger, he immediately ran to another room and brought over the clothes he had prepared earlier.

The first action team that dragged the captured villains over had seen the combat records of the previous two operations and knew the role of these clothes. They immediately started to take action, stripping off the clothes of the sleeping slave-catching team and changing them for themselves. The tattered clothes were returned one by one to the slave-catching team members who knew nothing about it.

When everyone had cleaned up their hands, they lined up and stood in line at the signal of No. [-]. For a moment, the slave-catching team wearing dense cold-proof equipment seemed to be resurrected again, and the original owner of the unconscious clothes that was thrown on the ground became them. of trophies.

"As we agreed, it's up to you to gather intelligence and rescue personnel in the wasteland."

Jorum stood up and bowed to them.

In the days to come, they will sneak into the snowy wasteland of Ursus and assume countless mission roles: