The Originium Worm in Tomorrow's Ark

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Chapter 592 A speech suddenly came from the tavern

On the morning of the second day, just as the two people in the villa finished playing games and just fell asleep.

A revolution is quietly taking place in Victoria.

In a secluded tavern.

A male painter is drawing a sketch. His eyes show a look of madness and greed. His body is thin and he looks like he has been malnourished for a long time.

At the same time, there was a woman next to him who looked like Vaifan, with light blond hair.

There is a big tail swinging back and forth, as if watching a good show.

Liquor is no longer sold in the pub. In other words, the alcoholic products on the shelves are already sky-high for ordinary people. The price has increased by more than 100 times.

Even some small nobles can't afford it, let alone the working people sitting here.

The only products purchased were mineral water, and even mineral water was in limited supply.

Food shortages have more than one consequence.

"Compatriots!" This thin male painter suddenly walked up to the wine table as if he had been beaten to death.

"Do you want to continue to starve like this? Look at the price of bread now. A piece of newly made bread actually costs 500 pounds! I believe this is the annual income of many people! Think about it in a month In the past, the same piece of bread only cost one pound. Don’t you, my compatriots, want to know the reason for this?”

"Isn't it just a famine? There is another reason. If there is a disaster in the north, it will spread to us. All of a sudden, we will die too quickly, so we say there is no food!"

Many people present ignored him and just watched him shouting crazily on the stage like a clown.

At this time, the male painter was also a little nervous. There seemed to be something wrong with the plot.

Shouldn’t the atmosphere at the scene be mobilized by oneself?

But now I'm stuck, he wants to give full play to his talent as a speaker!

"Although there are causes of disasters, haven't you noticed that the country seems to have stopped taking action? Every country and city must have food reserves. Haven't you noticed that from the beginning of the famine until now, the country has not released much food into the market? ?Don’t they even care about our life or death?”

This is a topic that cannot be touched.

The hotel owner wanted to kick him out, but was grabbed by a girl wearing a cloak whose face could not be seen clearly.

Then there was an extra Victoria pound in his hand.

"Just for the sake of money, let him say a few more words and let everyone have fun."

"Now that you've said that, what else can I do?"

Then everyone watched the show together in the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't you want to know who the culprit of all this is?"

This person has ideals and ambitions, let’s see if he can be brought into the organization.

The blond woman with a hood hiding her face is naturally Abrana, who is planning to cause trouble in Victoria. As she thought a few days ago, now is a golden opportunity.

Of course, if you want to do something, you will definitely need manpower. With the current level of poverty in the organization, it is not imaginable.

Although there is no need to worry about food and drink, it is much better than the poverty-stricken situation that most people are in now.

But the so-called "no worries about food and drink" is just now. There are few living people in the organization. As long as she, the leader, is fed, the entire organization will not be hungry.

Abrana felt that she could still make a living. In addition to eating and sleeping, she occasionally wandered around to see if there were any opportunities to cause trouble.

She was just like a street kid on the road. Those who didn't know better thought she was a homeless person with nothing to do.

Moreover, Mandela regularly turned over his share of salary every month. The salary in government positions was not low. It was quite easy to support a red dragon who didn't like to dress up.

Kitty Cat is simply my superman!

Perhaps the recent situation was indeed very bad, which made people feel a little miserable, so everyone present began to pay attention to the man standing on the wine table giving a speech.

And his emotions became more and more high as he spoke.

I have to say that if he can stand up and give a speech, he must have certain speaking skills, and at least he can successfully attract the attention of others.

"This person is quite capable and should be able to serve as a propaganda minister."

The dark gray dragon girl sent out her complimentary comments below and planned to take the initiative to find him after he finished his speech to see if he was interested in joining them.

The male painter standing at the wine table saw that the people in the tavern were already aroused by his words, and he silently calculated in his mind to see if the time was up.

"That's right, life has been really fucked up lately. What's wrong with this country?"

"My family has been eating wild vegetables and food for nearly three days. I haven't even eaten a little bit of wine in these three days."

"The days of the past are gone forever! If I hadn't had any money, otherwise I would have smuggled myself to Colombia. I promise to God!"

The tavern suddenly became lively, and the people who were originally low in energy due to hunger felt like they had been given a shot of blood.

They began to discuss various political matters in Victoria in this small venue, as if they were now the nobles of Victoria.

"Compatriots! Do you really want to continue to live like this? No, you don't! You still want to go back to that glorious Victorian era! That era when you didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and you could drink until you fainted! Now there are two ways Put it in front of us, the underlings."

"The first one is to eradicate our enemies, the second one is to subvert this country. I think the first one is the most critical. Only by eradicating our enemies can our country be changed!"

"Then may I ask this gentleman, who is our enemy?"

An old man below asked excitedly.

At the same time, everyone present focused their attention on the male painter, hoping to get a definite answer from him.

Seeing that the time was right, the male painter suddenly raised his arms and shouted:

"I tell you that the culprits of all this are the evil Tara people!"

"They took our property, they took our jobs, they took our food!"

puff...

Abrana, who was drinking water, almost didn't choke to death and spat out the water she drank in her throat with a plop.

What the hell? What happened to us Tara people!

When people sit in a tavern, pots come from the sky.

Isn't it the group of corrupt nobles in Victoria that are the culprits that caused all this?

The Tara people are all messing around now. Why are you looking for them?

I haven't even started doing anything yet!

Abrana immediately eliminated the male painter from her recruitment plan and put him on her assassination list.

At the same time, the audience in the audience also burst into dissatisfaction.

Then everyone went to do their own things.

Chapter 593 Greedy people should be punished

"Young man, if you want to sow discord now, you should come here at least a few years earlier. Now the conflicts between us and the Tara people are not that serious. They are a group of poor people like us. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I I thought you would publish some profound theory, but this is it?"

The people below added their own curses, and then threw all the garbage in their hands at the male painter.

The Tala people have not come out to cause trouble for several years, and they only want to make money.

And most of the people sitting here are miners in the mine, and the Tara people are also in the Scorpio Group's mine, and they are basically colleagues with many people present.

There is no need to make meaningless slander against them now.

That's really boring.

And after spending time together, they found that the Tara people seemed no different from them, and were not as scary as Victoria's group of nobles who were inferior to pigs and dogs said.

Many people are relatively amiable and even have their own culture.

Moreover, the official persecution of the Tara people in Victoria has become much smaller, although the law still does not recognize them as legal residents of Victoria.

But at least it won't stop people from going to the city to work.

"Open the door! The Victoria City Defense Bureau is sending you some warmth. It is said that someone here is spreading separatist remarks!"

Just when the male painter, who was standing at the wine table and wanted to continue his speech to arouse people's consciousness of struggle, was about to say something else, the tavern was kicked out with a bang by a group of big men in armor.

Then he surrounded everyone in the tavern.

Obviously, the hotel owner was still afraid that he would be implicated, so he called the police the moment before his death.

"Damn it, this tavern owner doesn't keep his word, and even cheated me out of a pound, but at least I don't have to do anything..."

Abrana lowered the hood on his head. He didn't want to be seen by the city defense army. In the eyes of ordinary people, his race was just an ordinary Vaifan, but in the eyes of the military, To the human eye, he is an out-and-out Draco.

"Sir, are you the one who just gave the speech?"

A strong man holding a huge crossbow slowly moved his body closer to the male painter standing on the wine table.

At the same time, he also took out a note and carefully compared the characteristics of the characters mentioned to him by the tavern owner above.

He has a mustache, a thin build, and holds a paintbrush in his hand.

It seems that he was indeed right.

"Oh~ Sir, before arresting me, why can't you listen to what I said first? For a better future, I have absolutely no intention of splitting the great Victoria Empire. I just want to propose some solutions of my own to the current situation. .”

"Then please sir, please briefly explain what the method you mentioned is."

The young male painter bowed lightly, and then said very respectfully: "Actually, I think the solution to the current situation is very simple, that is to completely drive the Tara people out of our country, confiscate all their assets, and then To support our great Victoria so that we have more food and resources to support our great empire."

Oh, it turned out to be a madman.

The soldiers who came to the scene all looked at each other, their eyes full of ridicule for this person.

Except that the face of the city defense officer in front of him was getting more and more ugly, and there was even a trace of disgust.

At the same time, the city defense officer in front of him had already put his crossbow on the bowstring in the dark.

He couldn't let such a dangerous person leave this tavern alive. Others might not know it clearly, but he was a clean man.

The reason why he is able to manage all the defense work in this mobile city is not actually because he knows how to flatter those nobles.

Mainly because he has a keenness to the coming crisis that no one else has.

Take the recent situation as an example. He has eliminated nearly 10 rebel groups, and he has detected and eliminated them all before they were ready to cause trouble.

Even the nobles above him were very respectful to him. Even though he was very straightforward, he often angered many nobles. For example, he often told gossips and embarrassing things about certain nobles.

But almost no noble dared to point out his work content, and they were even eager to give him a promotion and a salary increase.

No one dares to joke with his own life. The nobles, with such high status and wealth, don't want to have their property confiscated before they can even enjoy it. Moreover, he is really capable of taking on the responsibility of protecting the stability of the city.

It's just that they have a bad mouth, and they haven't touched any bottom line. The nobles are actually not that small.

What the superiors want now is stability rather than nonsense. This city defense officer also knows the temperament of the nobles very well.

Basically, they have a certain way of doing things, and they don't care much about the private affairs of this group of nobles. At most, they talk to their subordinates.

It was not his function to manage and judge that group of nobles.

In other words, the judge is also incompetent.

"Well, sir, please go back to your place and continue discussing your great theory. Now I must take you to prison for trial."

Maybe you have no chance of going to jail.

"It's okay, sir. I have a book brewing in my mind. Prison is a good place. It's quiet and no one will disturb me. I believe my great era is just around the corner!"

"Okay, okay, I look forward to your work, but I hope I can see it within 100 years."

"Trust me, you'll see it when I get out of jail."

Let’s see if I can find you in hell when I die. If I do, I will definitely read your masterpiece.

The city defense officer sneered, then took off his handcuffs from his waist and cuffed the man in front of him.

Then he pulled him out of the tavern.

Abrana looked at the city defense officer leaving the tavern. When this sturdy city defense officer left the tavern, the big stone hanging in her heart immediately fell.

She had heard the name of this city defense officer for a long time, which was why she didn't dare to cause trouble now.