Terra Martial God and Merit System

“You will be betrayed by the people you love, you will witness your friends die because of you, and you will find that your expectations for the future have lost their meaning.

You will find that everything is expendable, you will find that everyone loves himself more than his neighbor, and you will know that the symbols of your proud struggle are nothing at all.

You will see that this land into which you have invested everything does not want you.

You will see everything you thought and did come to nothing, you will see them spurn everything you respected, life, dignity and ideals will become meaningless. "

"Tallulah...you will understand. These so-called noble people are just a bunch of walking corpses."

"You don't believe it? Well, I'll prove it to you."

"Impeach Viscount Igor and hand over the dirty laundry we collected to the Imperial Parliament." Koschei sneered, "Publicly show your support for this 'savior'."

"All the newspapers in the Duchy will print this article."

"Tell the Emperor - we need more of them. To set a better example... we need to remove the greedy Viscount Igor. Let this energetic young man take over."

"Give him title, power, and glory."

"Then....."

"Let him be destroyed."

Kosice laughed. "Bribe Kamsik's middle and high-level officials. If he succeeds, then stage a coup."

"Send spies into the city to spread rumors about him."

"I still want..."

The conspiracy was growing wildly in Kosice's mind. He seemed to be able to see this complacent guy losing miserably under the layers of traps.

Then?

Then Kamskor will be reduced to a pile of ruins. His 'goodness' and 'order' will be proven to be worthless.

And witnessing all this with her own eyes, Tallulah will realize how naive her previous thoughts were.

"She'll eventually go back down this path."

"The fate of Ursus will be closely linked to you."

"Now....just wait for the show to begin!"

......

Tallulah returned to her room.

The life of the nobility was not comfortable.

Or maybe this comfort is only physical comfort.

Tallulah's spirit...is very uncomfortable, or tortured.

She asked the maid to leave and sat down at the desk.

Through the open window you can see the farmland of the Dukedom.

Of course, there are no crops in it. Now only a few farmers are preparing for winter.

Tallulah was admiring this scene, and her mood suddenly became depressed.

There was a figure in the farmland, whipping several other people with a whip.

Although they did not reveal their identities, Tallulah was able to guess a little bit...

Those who were whipped were the infected.

"The infected... shouldn't be like this. It was Ursus who destroyed them like this." Tallulah lowered her eyebrows and closed the window.

She took a deep breath and took out a newspaper tucked inside a book on the bookshelf.

It was a crumpled newspaper that looked like it had been touched by many people.

Tallulah sat down and began to read, even though she had almost memorized the words.

"In the face of disaster, he saved lives with his own life..."

"Is this true?" Tallulah suddenly put down the newspaper in her hand and touched the faded picture with her hand.

That figure standing in the ruins...is it real?

Was he really just trying to save lives?

Don't care if the other person is from uptown or slum? Don't care if the other person is infected?

Is he really a good person?

Or is this just a piece of ordinary propaganda? A dog-skin plaster to cover up the corruption of Ursus itself?

"It's absolutely true." Tallulah murmured to herself, "I'm not alone..."

"I want to meet him." As soon as Tallulah had this thought, it began to grow rapidly.

Yes, find someone who shares the same ideals as you. Then move forward together.

Instead of accepting an education that is both vicious and crazy, full of the arrogance of ruling and the terror of power.

"I will strip off their polite skin and tear apart the noble cities they are so proud of layer by layer... I..."

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sudden knock on the door woke Tallulah up. She hid the newspaper before opening the door.

A man in military uniform stood at the door, his face expressionless—"The Duke's new mission has been issued."

"Hmm." Tallulah snorted and took out her sword.

"Where?"

"Kamsky."

Tallulah paused, "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly."

"We're going to Kamesco. Please pack quickly."

The other person left, but Tallulah was still standing there in a daze.

"Kamsky? That's just..."

Chapter 24 Let’s go!

"This is yours, take it."

"Thank you! Thank you! You are such nice people..."

"Okay, okay, let's talk after I thank you. There are people waiting behind us."

Luo Chen stood among the crowd distributing supplies.

There was no way. Although Luo Chen promoted six people on the spot, one of these six had already been kicked out because he was "cowardly and afraid of death".

Today's team is still somewhat overwhelmed when faced with the large number of disaster victims.

Helplessly, he could only help distribute supplies.

Fortunately, Afk has already started looking for suitable candidates among the victims.

Luo Chen checked and found that most of the people he picked out were not more than one-fifth black-hearted. In the chaotic slums, this ratio was already exaggerated.

Therefore, Luo Chen gave full responsibility for selecting grassroots managers to the other party.

Afke burst into tears and Luo Chen didn't know why he was crying.

But anyway...

Everything is moving in a good direction.

Every time Luo Chen and his men distribute supplies, there will be a system prompt.

The merit provided ranges from 1-5.

The more Luo Chen worked, the more motivated he became, and the more excited he became.

The only thing that spoiled the fun was that there were always victims who would kneel down to him for no apparent reason, yelling and screaming.

Generally, when persuasion fails, Luo Chen will ask Surtel to drive them out, otherwise it will affect other people's collection of supplies.

Under Luo Chen's supervision, one and a half truckloads of supplies from three truckloads were distributed.

At this moment, the victims' daily warmth needs have been met.

This is the benefit of "unified management", materials are allocated uniformly and used together according to groups, which greatly improves efficiency and avoids waste.

Luo Chen asked Hellagur to seal up the remaining supplies.

After all, the coldest time in Ursus has not yet arrived. They must take precautions before it happens.

At dinner time, Luo Chen followed the team to get a meal, and then ran to the kitchen to make a parfait for Surtel.

When passing by the hall, Luo Chen discovered that the iron rack for storing food was half empty.

If the number of victims continues to increase, I'm afraid the remaining food will not last long.

"Food is also a problem...I must find a way to solve it." Luo Chen thought.

Surtel still loves parfait.

It seemed that only when she ate this would her cold and distant temperament dissipate a little.

"I saw a lot of rare scenes that I can't see normally." After eating the parfait, Surtel spoke rarely.

"It was indeed the right choice to follow you."

"Hehe...just wait and see, there are more exciting things to come." Luo Chen smiled.

"By the way, Surtel. Do you have any idea about the noble mansion? Have you ever been there?"

"No." Surtel shook his head. "The Ursus nobles would not allow a Sarkaz to enter their manor."

"I tried to sneak in, but I couldn't really get inside."

"Then I'll let you see it tonight."

Surtel's eyes flashed, "You want to take me with you?"

"of course."

Luo Chen wanted to say something when Herager hurried in.

"The communication line in the car is ringing. It seems that the minister is calling again."

"I'll go." Luo Chen stood up and quickly came to the big truck parked in the middle of the disaster camp.

"Beep beep-"

connected.

"Hello, my dear nephew. Are you there?"

There came a sound from the other side...how to describe it?

A tight female voice.

Anyway, Luo Chen got goosebumps when he heard it.

"who are you?"

"Oh my, you are indeed a popular figure around the minister. I don't even recognize you? I am your Aunt Carolina~"

Luo Chen looked up and Herag, who was standing aside, shook his head.

He had always been in the slums and didn't want to have any contact with the nobles, so he didn't know any of them.

"This guy has quite a wide network of contacts..." Luo Chen thought.

"Oh, it's Aunt Carolina." Luo Chen lowered his head and replied vaguely. "What's the matter?"

"I'm... quite busy here."

"Nothing much. I heard your business in the slums is booming."

"It's OK, it's OK, all thanks to Minister Sergei's wisdom..." Luo Chen was very annoyed by this kind of rubbish. He didn't like the ways of the world at all.

So he started to speak slickly.

"It seems so." Aunt Carolina chuckled - "Anton...are you interested in coming to Boston?"

"What?" Luo Chen asked, turning off his 'slippery tongue'.