In the open space in front of the Guangming Temple in the southeast of Mengli Town, a large group of people gathered, including locals, some from Weisha and Nuojia, and most of them were civilians who had moved to the surrounding areas of Mengli in the past two years. They were noisy and noisy, and many of them had shovels and sticks in their hands that could be used as weapons.
The monks in the temple were all sweating and carefully asked them what they were doing, but they got a surprising answer.
It turns out that there were rumors a few days ago that Vana intends to lift the ban and allow foreign immigrants to enter and naturalize, so that these people can become Vana citizens and enjoy the same rights as the original citizens. However, there are many central Holy See and local temples. The monks disagreed with this measure, believing that it would destroy the thousands of years of peaceful life in Van'a. He also cited the example that since the country opened its doors to allow foreigners to enter, temples in border areas have received reports every day of foreigners bullying the Van'a people. , and the number is increasing, with a maximum of more than 30 cases a day. Because of the opposition of these monks, the originally arranged negotiations between the three countries fell through.
This news made the eager people of Nuojia and Weisha very dissatisfied. They left their hometown and moved to Mongli just to find the opportunity to move to Vana and enjoy the beauty of no longer having to worry about sandstorms and droughts, low taxes and high benefits. In life, seeing that the originally hoped-for wishes had come to nothing, it was also said that several senior monks who opposed this measure arrived at Mengli Temple, and they gathered in front of the temple and asked for an explanation.
Someone in the crowd said: "Isn't the God of Light the most merciful? We are believers! Why are the monks in the Temple of Light so vicious and ruthless?! Do they have to force us to death?!"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly became angry, and everyone talked about their family's plight. While talking, many people started crying. At this time, a small man slipped out of nowhere and said loudly: "Everyone, I just heard the news! The monks requested to restore the original blockade. Only nobles and large business groups are allowed to enter. All other civilians are not allowed to enter the Vatican. Ah, even the people who found jobs in Fan'a are being kicked out!"
There was an uproar among the people, and a timid person asked timidly: "Aren't even believers allowed in? Isn't it also allowed to go to the temple there to worship? I still have relatives living in Van'a."
Someone next to him interjected: "Even believers must not be allowed in, and believers don't have the words "I am a believer" engraved on their foreheads. Who knows if they are true believers? No one is allowed in, unless you are a noble or have someone. Money man.”
"That's too much!" someone scolded, "They always say that some people bully the common people of Vana, but they are all nobles and rich people. We common people have never done that kind of thing! People who really need to enter the land don't It’s not fair at all to allow those bad guys in!”
"That's right!" Everyone agreed in succession. I don't know who shouted first: "Let's all ask those monks why we are not allowed to enter Fan'a?! Why are they so ruthless to us poor believers?! What if? If they can’t give us a satisfactory answer, let’s show them our anger!”
Everyone responded, some waving shovels and sticks in their hands. Seeing this, other people also went home to get it, or borrowed it from nearby acquaintances. A few people who were a little more sober among the people questioned: "Would it be bad to do this? If something happens, they will be even less likely to agree."
Others listened to them. There was also some hesitation. At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "We are not going to beat people. We are just scaring them. Let them listen to the voices of the people. What's wrong? As monks, we can't ignore the voices of believers, right?" "
Everyone spoke out in agreement. What else did those questioning people want to say. But suddenly he was pulled from behind. He disappeared into the noisy crowd. This is how people carry tools that can be used as weapons. Gather around the temple. Ask the monks from Van Alai to come out and talk to them.
The monks stationed in the temple saw this scene. He hurriedly entered the palace to report. At this time in the temple. But there are not only senior monks from the Central Holy See of Vana. There were also representatives from Nuojia and Weisha.
The so-called news about the suspension of immigration negotiations. Actually it's just a rumor. Real negotiations are still ongoing. A tentative agreement has even been reached.
Some local people among the Van'a representatives opposed it. But more people agree. After all, the new members of the Central Holy See. They are all relatively young and open-minded. I hope to introduce a new trend to this ancient, traditional but too conservative country. Fanadiguang has few people. The folk customs are also lazy. In order to maintain national strength. More labor needs to be brought in. However. The people gathered in front of the Mengli Temple with weapons in hand made these smug monks doubt their own decisions.
The representatives from Weisha and Nuojia looked at each other. Didn't expect this to happen. A follower on behalf of Nuojia said something tremblingly. Others didn't hear clearly. His boss yelled, "Speak louder! What are those people going to do?!"
The attendant said: "I heard from people that they heard that the number of people entering the country was limited in the agreement, and they were worried that only believers would be allowed to enter, so they gathered outside the temple to force the representatives of Van'a to agree not to limit the number of people entering the country and their identities. .”
"This is a mob! A mob!" The oldest monk among the Vatican representatives trembled his beard and said excitedly, "They are forcing themselves like this before we reach an agreement. If we really give in, once these mobs are allowed to enter Vatican Ah, what about our citizens?! What will our country become?!"
"Please don't get excited." Representative Weisha hurriedly reassured, "There must be some misunderstanding here. Those people can't be so bold. As long as the matter is explained clearly..."
"Where is the misunderstanding?!" Someone among the Van'a representatives said, "I have long said that people who have not been taught by the God of Light for many years should not be allowed to enter the country! Our people are so kind and simple. , how can we let them be harmed by these mobs?!"
There are also other representatives of Van and Afghanistan who are dissatisfied with the other two countries: "This negotiation should be conducted in secret. How can ordinary people know the news? You should not leak the matter."
The representatives of Visanoga and the two countries complained in their hearts that they did not leak the news at all. How did the civilians know that Representative Vana was here
There are countless torches outside the temple. It illuminated the southeast corner of the town like daylight. More and more people gathered in front of the temple. Some people were just watching the excitement. After hearing the words of the people gathered there, they all felt that the temple was too unkind. Even if they refused immigration, why should they completely ban it? Foreign civilians entering? Isn't that stricter than before the country opened up? So he also joined the crowd.
No one showed up at the temple for a long time. Someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted: "They are unwilling to listen to our calls and give us an explanation. Let's rush in and ask clearly!"
The crowd echoed loudly. Just as they were about to rush into the gate of the temple, a shout came from behind: "Stop!" People turned around and saw an old man wearing a gray-blue robe with wrinkles on his face. The white beard was more than two feet long. He walked over tremblingly on crutches and looked to be at least a hundred years old. He walked through the crowd and walked to the temple, stared at everyone with sharp eyes, and asked angrily: "What are you doing? Do you want to riot?" Some people were shocked to realize that their behavior was inappropriate and felt ashamed after hearing this. The ground lowered his head.
Someone in the crowd asked unconvincedly: "Who are you?! Why do you care about us?!" As soon as he finished speaking. Many people glared at him, which shocked him.
The old man said calmly: "I am just an ordinary person, but because I have lived for a long time, I still have some prestige in this town." He glanced around lightly: "I understand that you have been looking forward to living a good life for a long time, but , the matter has not yet been decided, how can you be impulsive? All the news is just rumors. The Temple of Light has never announced that foreigners are not allowed to enter. Why do you believe it so rashly? If you really rush into the temple, let Van A come. When a guest is injured, things that could have gone smoothly will become difficult." As he spoke, he tapped the ground with his crutches.
The locals in Mengli in the crowd were quite convinced of the old man. Someone asked respectfully: "Grandpa Ransom, what do you think we should do? Everyone hopes to live in a better place. Now Mengli's life is getting worse and worse. It’s getting more and more difficult to come here. Last year we almost couldn’t buy food for the winter. If we were in Fan’a, at least we wouldn’t be afraid of going hungry.”
"Go home and wait quietly for the outcome of the negotiations." Old Lansam said, "Things are still very likely to succeed. You must believe in our representatives and the country of the gods we believe in. If you want to go to Fan'a, the same goes for Fan'a. Need you."
Some Mengli people put down their tools and followed the old man's instructions to leave. Others were hesitant to leave. Although the people from other places were reluctant, some people listened to the old man's words. I also felt that I was too impulsive. At this time, the monk in charge of the temple came out - he had been in Mengli for nearly ten years - and said to people: "Grandpa Lansam is so right. The negotiations are not over yet. I believe there will be a meeting soon." Satisfactory result. Everyone go home, please don’t gather here. May the God of Light bless you."
People were dubious and slowly dispersed, while some insisted on staying and waiting for the results. The monk in charge of the temple hurriedly sent a dozen monks to greet those people, while he respectfully walked to the old man Lansam to talk. The storm has finally subsided for the time being.
At the street corner a hundred meters away, Friedo looked at the scattered crowds and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally solved. What are the gang leaders doing?! I didn't realize that so many civilians were making trouble?!"
Minte patted his shoulder lightly: "They can't be entirely blamed for this. The trouble this time was not gangsters, but ordinary civilians. It's normal that they didn't notice it for a while, but..." He was thoughtful. , "What happened this time seems a bit weird. Why do I feel that a few civilians are deliberately provoking it?" Some of them are quite familiar, they are people he has just met today.
Frido nodded gently: "I will find out about this matter, leave it to me." Min nodded and asked again: "Who is that old man? Where did you find him?"
"Grandpa Lansam, he is the oldest man in this town." Frido smiled, "He has a high prestige. I heard that he saved several sand bandit leaders when he was young, so all the gangsters are very fond of him. Respected. But he is very low-key and usually doesn't care about things. When the underground Duke was still here, he once wanted to invite him to come out, but he refused." Fredo looked a little sad: "The Duke asked at that time, not afraid of being too silent. Will he be forgotten for a long time? Grandpa Lansam just smiled and didn't answer anything. As a result, he is still so respected by the Mongli people, and the underground Duke...who else remembers him?"
Minte patted Frido on the back: "Don't think too much, the future is more important. I'm leaving, so be more careful." Frido adjusted his hat and cursed in a low voice: "You should be careful , don’t lose your life.”
Minte smiled and returned to "Friedolf". The captain was completely drunk and fell into the arms of the maid. He asked the clerk for a wet towel, used magic to infiltrate some ice on it, and covered the captain's face. The other party immediately woke up: "What are you doing?!"
"It's getting late, let's go quickly." Minte pointed to the clock in the store. The hands there showed that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. The team leader hurriedly wiped his face, hurriedly packed his belongings, pinched the waitress's face, and rode back to the entertainment oasis with Minte.
Before arriving at the entertainment oasis, Minte saw bright lights in the oasis from a distance, and there was faint music and noise. He felt a little strange, wasn't there not many guests? Why is the circus tent so busy, almost like a festival? Is it because of those mysterious VIPs from Noga
(In the past few days...because I have to save manuscripts for the annual meeting, so...in order to keep updating, the number of words may have to be reduced...I'm sorry m>