There are many ruthless bosses living in my territory

Haytham was a little surprised, but didn't say much. He just followed Morag to Lister.

"Mr. Haytham, please wait a moment."

"The first group of people will be arriving soon."

Haytham didn't know what the so-called first people were, but he soon got the answer.

At the foot of the hill, Pauline, who had big white mouse ears and whom he had met once before, was walking towards this side with a team of hundreds of orcs.

When Pauline saw Liszt, she waved happily to Liszt on the city wall.

"Lord Lister!"

Just as she called out the name, the orcs following her almost simultaneously looked at the beautiful man with blond hair, blue eyes and a noble appearance on the high city wall.

That must be one of the noblest people in the world.

Swish!

Under Pauline's surprised eyes, the orcs suddenly knelt down in unison and saluted Lister.

This……

Haytham frowned.

"This is the way of worshipping God devoutly in the Holy Light Doctrine."

"Because Pauline said something to these people...something that made them thank me."

Lister watched calmly as the orcs bowed once, then stood up again, took a step, and bowed again.

They were obviously planning to climb up the hillside on their knees step by step.

"servility……"

Haytham's voice was tinged with numbness to reality.

At this time, Pauline was panicking and asking everyone to stand up, saying that Liszt did not like this etiquette.

However, Mochiko, who was the first one rescued by the three of them, said.

"Lord Pauline, this is the only way we can thank Lord Lister for his grace."

"If we don't do this, we won't be able to enter this holy city with peace of mind."

He continued to stand up, kneel, and then stand up again, just like his other compatriots, moving forward little by little.

Pauline's throat caught.

Holy City? She just told them that the orcs in Maple Territory had the same rights as ordinary people, right?

How did it become like this?!

She looked at Liszt helplessly, and her inner emotions were transmitted to him without reservation through the deep connection of the soul.

The next moment, Liszt sent a reassuring tone and asked her to wait on the side.

"Mr. Haytham, these people are so terrified that they are afraid to even obtain the basic rights of ordinary citizens. If they don't do so, they even think that their sins will pollute this ordinary territory."

Haytham adjusted his hat, Morag remained silent, and Dao Hane Aura, like Lister, quietly observed the crowd.

At Lister's instruction, the soldiers took off their helmets, revealing their features as orcs, and then stood upright with weapons in hand to guard on both sides of Lister.

The orc refugees who saw this scene knelt down more devoutly.

At this moment, Haytham felt uncomfortable all over. Looking at these people, he thought of the contents of "A General History of the United States of Ahmora".

"Order should never be something that hinders people's progress, but a creed that allows everyone to progress together equally under the rules!"

Hearing this, Liszt couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Isn't that why we need assassins?"

Haytham subconsciously turned his head to look at Lister, but saw a smile on the other's face.

'Extreme order is power, extreme freedom is chaos.'

"Balanced development, maintaining stability with order and opening up possibilities with freedom, both are indispensable."

Two sentences from Liszt's "Vision of a New Era".

"Do you think those guys who bring chaos are necessary?"

Liszt did not answer directly, but just replied.

"You are of course most aware of this, Mr. Haytham. The Knights Templar and the Assassin Brotherhood should have the same goal, right?"

Haytham was speechless. His father and son were both Master Assassins, and he himself was a Master Templar.

If we were to ask who best understands the beliefs of these two incompatible forces, perhaps it would be only him.

Lister turned his attention back to these self-deprecating orcs.

“It is always the ordinary people who yearn for freedom. When order gets out of control, a group of people with true Assassin’s Creed are needed.”

“When the minds of men in the world are blindly following the so-called truth, remember—all things are false.”

“When the behavior of people in the world is constrained by morality or law, remember—everything is permitted.”

"Walk in darkness, serve in light."

"Excessive freedom will indeed lead to chaos, so I need someone who can grasp the scale to teach them the spirit of freedom and break the shackles on them."

"Mr. Haytham."

Haytham looked at the hand reaching out to him.

"There are no Knights Templar or Assassin Brotherhood here."

"But the ideas of both were born out of reality. As long as people desire order, the Knights Templar will exist. As long as people desire freedom, the Assassin Brotherhood will exist."

"They should serve as a yardstick to balance the world."

Lister extended a sincere invitation to Haytham.

"I need your thoughts to be both."

"Join me in exploring ways to balance the two and make the world a better place."

Chapter 111: Simple People

"Let me think about it again."

Haytham Kenway did not give Lister a clear answer.

He simply straightened his usual hat and remained silent.

Lister nodded and said nothing more. He looked quietly at the Orc refugees below, watching them slowly kneeling and moving towards the outpost fortress.

For the past half month, Melv, Pauline and Pri have been following the refugee group and observing them.

They rescued the abandoned simple and kind-hearted orcs, and with the support of the Red Maple Ninjas, they led these abandoned people to the outpost fortress through the small path.

At the same time, they also discovered that there were spies among the refugee group.

As expected, some orcs are from the Dark Court, and every late at night one or two of them use magic to report the intelligence of this place.

The three of them waited for half a month, and after making sure that there were no other spies, they quietly eliminated them one by one.

Afterwards, they took note of all the villains who bullied the weak and flattered the nobles, preparing to make plans at the last moment.

Everything is ready, and all that remains is to end the suffering of the simple people who are still obeying the orders of the nobles.

The door of the outpost fortress has been fully opened.

Lister led his men to welcome the group of orc refugees who came to the door on their knees.

The administrative department had already dispatched many grassroots personnel to wait here and temporarily placed these refugees in the outpost fortress.

As each person entered the door, Liszt stepped forward and shook their hands personally.

There are no words, only the tears of these refugees.

Just a handshake moved them beyond words.

As Haytham watched this scene, his inner distress grew deeper and deeper.

The dogma he had learned since childhood was whipping his heart.

The teachings of the sect were never limited to any country or nation, and the refugees before him behaved even worse than the black slaves Haytham had ever seen.

Even some black slaves knew how to resist, but these people in front of me...

Lister took the trouble to shake hands with everyone. Most of these people were middle-aged men and women who had fallen behind the team due to exhaustion and wanted to leave the food for the young people and were rescued by Melv and the others.

Everyone's hands were extremely rough, completely different from Liszt's white hands.

Many people did not dare to shake hands with Liszt, but his tough attitude made them unknowingly surrender their sincere hearts.

At this moment, the middle-aged dog-eared orc Mochiko knelt in front of Lister.

"Lord Liszt, I..."

"I won't listen to your request unless you stand up."

Liszt said coldly and held out his hand.

Mochiko's throat choked, but he finally chose to stretch out his hand.

What a noble man! Even better and nobler than the saints preached in the church.

Liszt didn't say much, just patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I know what you want to say. I won't give up on the other team."

Mochiko's tears suddenly burst out and he choked while crying.

"Thanks you!"

"Please...please let go of my hand. I can't defile you with this dirty body anymore!"

"Don't be so exaggerated. If you feel dirty, go take a shower."

"There are public bathrooms here, and each of you can put on new clothes."

"If you want to repay me, let's build this territory together. I need your help."

After Lister finished saying this, many Orc refugees wiped away their tears and set a firm goal in their hearts.

Slowly, twenty minutes later, all the Orc refugees were guided to rest.

Liszt made a seal, then reached his hand into the water ball floating in the air and rubbed the mud off his hands.

"Mr. Haytham, what do you think of them?"

"It's easy to show kindness and gain their trust and gratitude."

"Just a few words and a handshake."

Haytham was silent.

“But no one does this to them.”

Liszt nodded.

"Yes, the United States' Code of Law and Etiquette clearly define the division of 'people'. I just broke that."

"Their simplicity, submissiveness and manageability were all deliberately cultivated in the corresponding environment since childhood."

“It’s a suffocating order.”

"But I'm sorry to tell you, these are just the basics."

"What you see afterwards might be even more disappointing."

After saying this, Liszt bowed his head and praised Pauline who had just come over, then rubbed her mouse ears.

More disappointing?

Pauline said as Haytham pondered this.

"My Lord, they will arrive in about three hours."

"Because the dry food has been eaten up, their condition is not good now."

They? Another group of refugees?