As long as the evil moon does not end, the streets and alleys of the fortress are always deserted, and even the ubiquitous mice are curled up, hiding in their respective dark-spotted areas, eating the food saved in autumn, waiting for the warmer New prey that appeared later.
That's how it should have been.
Damn, why do I have to brave the wind and snow to listen to some policy presentations? Snake Fang spit into the ground angrily. The things that the eldest masters have to do have nothing to do with our farts.
"Put your collar up," he looked at the shivering short Joe beside him, "you can't be saved if you catch the cold plague."
"He shouldn't have come out with us at all," Kui frowned. "Why do you need four people to ask for information? This is Kanash targeting us."
"Save it, what can we do even if we target it," said the stoutest Tiger Claw, disapprovingly, "He can hold our food source." Having said that, he still took two steps to block the three In front of the person, Snake Teeth felt that the cold wind suddenly became much smaller.
"Thanks… thank you," Joe whispered.
However, when it comes to Kanash, everyone is a little bit tired.
There are also grades among the rats, from the top king to the bottom tail, occupying different lots. Kanash is neither the king nor the tail, he is the manager of Wuwei Lane in the western district of the outer city. If you want to calculate it carefully, it should be regarded as the waist... or the belly. But no matter what the other party is, Snake Ya and others should respectfully call him boss when they see him.
There are six such managers in the West District. As for the boss above, the King of the West District, Sheya has never seen it.
There are several rat groups under Kanash, and they are one of them. There is no doubt that the stronger the strength, the more favors can be obtained by managers. It's a pity that as the homeless in the alley, their number is small, even in a fight, their arms and legs are a bit thinner than each other's, and they are born at a disadvantage It can be grown by eating only half a loaf of brown bread a day.
As for what the brown girl Kui said, she was even more unlucky. There was a witch in the alley, and Sheya wanted to use her ability to exchange some coins, but unexpectedly, he ran into a big man from the Elk family when he went out. As a result, the money was not made much, and even the witch was lost.
It was because of this shit that Kanash was particularly annoyed with them, thinking that if he handed over the witch to him earlier, it would be a better choice to sell it to the nobles or the church.
"He was just talking about it," Snake said disdainfully. "Sell it to the church for twenty-five golden dragons? Where is he going to find those magic priests? The church is in ruins. Nobles will never grow old. Honestly hand the golden dragon into the hands of a mouse, he has no life to get the money."
"Sheya said, he's right," Qiao said, trembling, "if it was really our reason for him to throw away twenty-five golden dragons, he would have thrown our bodies into the Chishui River long ago. in."
"Kanash can only dare to hand over the witch to the king of the Western District, and beware of the witch's unpredictable ability. He doesn't have the Stone of God's Punishment." Sheya continued, "That guy just doesn't like us."
"What are you buying and buying? She's a piece of white paper, and she's with us!" Kui pinched the snake's teeth fiercely. "You still want to treat her as a commodity!" She suddenly paused when she said this. "Hey, you wouldn't have sold her then!"
"I didn't!" he shouted, "I had already saved her life at that time, but the other party was the city lord!"
"I don't know if she's doing well in Border Town," Hupaw sighed.
"How good can it be," Kui snorted, "What's the difference between being played by a prince and being played by a noble?"
Is that so... Well, when you have seen the life of aristocrats, I'm afraid there will be a big noble to play with you, Snake Fang pouted.
When they came to the fortress square, the four of them unexpectedly discovered that a wooden platform was erected here and a bonfire was lit. There were still about two or three hundred people around the table, which was a rare sight in the days when the snow was flying.
"There are actually people preaching here," Tiger Claw smacked his tongue. "What tricks are those noble gentlemen trying to play?"
"It's definitely not good news," Snake Tooth shrugged, "I guess it's a tax? Or didn't they have a fight before?"
"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us," Kwai said. "Hurry up and go back soon after listening to it, Joe, you go to the campfire to warm up."
"Good, good."
Snake Teeth walked around the crowd and walked to the edge of the stage. The man standing above was wearing a thick padded jacket, a woolen hood, and a pair of deerskin gloves on his hands, which made him feel warm. Compared with the dirty and old linen clothes on his body, it is completely heaven and earth. It would be great if he could find a chance to grab it... But he also knew that this was his own imagination, and the cloak of the elk family pattern behind the speaker showed the identity of the other party.
The attendants of the four major families are definitely not something a mouse can afford.
"Why don't you follow Joe to the fire, I'll just listen here," Sheya looked at the other two.
"Really?" Tiger Claw raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, I have a good memory," he pointed to his head, "whether it's memorizing words, people, or revenge."
"Pfft," Lian sneered, "see what you can do. Since you say so, I'm welcome... Let's go, big man."
"But you have to share me a little more for dinner."
"Let's talk about it, I don't know if there are any today!" She waved her hand.
After the two left, Snake Tooth patted his cold cheek and returned his attention to the wooden platform. These news are meaningless to the bottom rat tail, but in the eyes of the belly and Wang, there may be opportunities for profit. Of course, even if they get what they can get, there is very little that leaks down below.
"Citizens, this is a joint announcement from His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon, the guardian of the West, Sharaphe Hermon, Earl of the Elk, and Pelor Hermon, the Archon of Longsong Fortress." The speaker took a sip of heat. The ale, holding a piece of parchment paper, said loudly, "The city hall of the fortress has now opened the purchase of grain, and city residents who have surplus grain at home can go to the market to sell it at any time. All behaviors will be regarded as serious crimes, and only the city hall has the power to buy and sell food! Once arrested for private sales, it will be severely punished! The city hall also welcomes reports from any city residents, and they can be rewarded if they are found to be valid. Twenty-five silver wolves!"
Sheya opened his mouth in surprise. He didn't expect to hear such amazing news as soon as he came!
Those nobles actually want to forbid the sale of food!
Moreover, the grain harvest price and sale price given by the city hall are very low. It must be known that the early arrival of the Demon Moon has caused the food price of the fortress to rise step by step, and it is now about three times the market price. Impossible to fall. According to the price in the new policy, who is willing to sell it to the city hall cheaply, but the nobles and merchants can swallow as much food as the other party pulls out. Haven't the prince and the city owner considered this issue
But... if they did ban private sales, what would it look like? Snake Teeth shuddered, knowing that most of the food in the hands of most civilians was bought from rats. Once this passage is cut off and the food in the market is swept away by the noble merchants, I am afraid that a great chaos will come soon! (.)8