In the world of Terra, time flies and two months have passed.
A small town near the edge of the snowfield produces a kind of strong liquor. Although the taste is a bit rough, it is quite popular among northerners in such a cold zone.
In the evening, the door of the tavern in the center of the town was opened, and the cold wind outside blew in with fine snowflakes. Amidst the curses of the tavern guests, the door was slammed shut.
A group of people came in with support. The fine snow on their bodies began to melt in the warm tavern, leaving traces of moisture on the wooden floor. They were led by the tavern owner's daughter to sit down at an unoccupied high table.
"Six servings of barbecue rice, plus a dozen spirits."
The leading middle-aged man with bear ears said.
After the tavern waitress left, there were some customers in the tavern who were dressed the same as them and asked.
"Alito, what's wrong with your team? You look so miserable. Did you encounter a snow disaster, or did you all slip and fall down the snowy mountain?"
"No, I was just caught and beaten up."
The bear-eared middle-aged man responded feebly.
"Ha, someone actually dares to cause trouble for your picket team. Aren't you afraid that your picket team will regard him as an infected person and arrest him as a coolie in the mine?"
An old drinker who drank too much said in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"No one dared to do it before, but now the situation has changed a bit."
The bear-eared middle-aged man named Alito was not angry at the other party's words.
It is a fact that the picket team has a bad reputation. The reason is that some people in the picket team will take advantage of their power to do things that make people complain.
Although he does not belong to that kind of person, as a member of the picket team, he still has to carry this bad reputation.
"I remember that your team was on duty in the snowy field this week. Oh, I know, you must have met that guy with the SB logo on his chest in the snowy field too!"
Alito nodded.
"I also know this. The picket squad that my eldest cousin's uncle's relatives are in has also been beaten. I heard that they are some kind of disciplinary force. By the way, aren't they the same system as your picket squad?"
"Obviously not. That disciplinary force is much more arrogant than our picket team, especially the SB captain who leads it. As long as he encounters him on the snowfield, he will be caught and beaten indiscriminately, saying It's our picket team that violated the New Deal disciplines and so on, it's simply unreasonable."
"Yes, I heard that the SB captain also drew a line in the Montoria mining area. He said that picket members who crossed that line would be beaten every time they saw him. He also said that the private mines over there did not belong to them. The management of pickets should be supervised and managed by their disciplinary forces.”
Some of the drinkers took a breath.
"You are so arrogant, but it will block a lot of money for your picket team. Will the big shots behind you just ignore it?"
The young man being questioned spread his hands and said, "What can we do? The disciplinary forces also have a strong backend, and they seem to be related to a grand duke.
Although strong dragons cannot overwhelm local snakes, the big shots behind our pickets all had troubles with other adults because of the incident in Karnes City.
We don't have time now to care about the situation of our pickets. "
"I think this is good. Those guys who are doing illegal and private work in private are now restricted by the disciplinary forces and cut off from the private mines, but they have no way to use them anymore. The reputation of our picket team has been ruined by exercising power and power."
Alito said this after taking a big sip of the strong wine that was brought to the table.
"Alito, you are the only one who is clean and doesn't take any dirty money. No wonder the people who follow you are poor people. But even if you don't take it, won't you still be beaten by the disciplinary troops?"
One person said sarcastically.
"It's better than you. A guy who got dirty money. He went on duty four times in two months, doing private work to transport people. Then he ran into the SB captain four times in the snowfield and received four fat beatings from him. Now he's injured. You've just laid down, do you want to go up to the snowfield and get punched again?"
Faced with the ridicule of the guy who took the black money, Alito retorted directly, causing the other person to slap the table and get up.
"You son of a bitch, do you want to fight?"
"boom!"
The wooden wine glass, still half full of strong liquor, was thrown over and hit the speaker in the face.
"Just do it!"
Alito picked up the table in front of him and threw it over. This bear-eared man had long been dissatisfied with the group of guys opposite who used black money to do private work, but also caused them to be beaten by the disciplinary team.
"Fuck those bastards!"
The members of the picket team around him stood up in response, holding up stools in their hands and making skilled preparations for fighting in the tavern.
The man with blood on his face and the Volper fox ears reacted with great anger.
"Knock these sons of bitches down."
The other party shouted, and the members of the picket team who followed him also stood up. The tables, chairs and benches were all ready, and a chaos in the tavern was about to break out.
"Whoever loses remembers the money for the table, chairs and bench."
At the bar, the tavern owner yawned and shouted. He skillfully turned the wine cabinet in a circle and moved the solid wooden side of the back to the outside to prevent the wine on it from being damaged by flying tables, chairs and benches.
"It starts again, two guys who can't stand each other."
Regarding the group fight that occurred in the tavern, the other guests just made room for them to fight, with no intention of leaving. Instead, they watched the scene with some interest.
"By the way, it's your team's rotation next week. Are you still going to the snowfield?"
Two other picket team captains who were not involved in the fight were watching the show and chatting.
"Go, of course. If you don't go, how can you get the subsidy, but it's okay to cross the line. I'm afraid of getting beaten, so I just rub on the side and won't go in."
"Don't you have business dealings with several private mines there?"
"That one was stopped early. Ever since I heard that many people on the picket line were beaten."
"Isn't it a pity?"
"What a pity. I'm not just like the fox over there, catching people who make money. I'm just a guy who works in the picket team and gets paid. Now that there is a disciplinary team in the snowfield, the risk of starting a private job is high. It’s not a big deal to give up.”
"You're right. If you get a beating, you'll lose the miners you brought there, you'll have to work for others for free, and you'll have to lie in bed for ten and a half days to recuperate. It's really not worth it."
"I don't know when the disciplinary force will recruit people. If they do, I will switch jobs from the picket team."
"Yeah, me too. The boss who leads the team is very capable and can beat up our pickets at will. He also occupies so many private mines. It is estimated that the management fees of those private mines alone are quite high every month... "
As the two captains of the picket team talked, they felt a little envious of the people in the disciplined force. In the eyes of these two people, the disciplined force was very profitable.
. . . .
However, as the big boss of the disciplined force in question, Wu Ke looked troubled at the moment.
Within two months, the construction of the mine stronghold went smoothly, and the safety was guaranteed to a certain extent when he went crazy on the snowfield and attacked the pickets who dared to go deep into the mine area of the stronghold.
However, as the number of mining bases increased, more and more infected people were rescued. Whether it was material transportation or severance pay, both were unable to keep up.
And that was not the only reason why he was troubled. After the dispute between the old and new parties began, the centrists got involved.
He followed what Hibberil said and left a suspicious name as a treasury thief in the garden of theft. The neutral Marquis Nikonov became suspicious of both the old and new parties.
When the old and new parties were right to talk about public affairs and the mother-in-law was right, but no one could produce conclusive evidence to prove that the other party was the troublemaker, the Marquis, who was a neutral faction, did not get along anymore. It is a direct choice to let it go.
This directly led to the dispute between the old and the new parties, which has continued to expand within two months and has evolved into a situation where today, "Today he attacks my industry, tomorrow I will assassinate your confidants."
The effective forces of both sides were constantly being consumed in this battle, and the number of casualties gradually increased. Literary literature
If you only look at it from the perspective of the enemy camp, it is undoubtedly a gratifying thing.
Potential future enemies are weakened, an induced tactical success.
But from his personal perspective, this made Wu Ke feel uncomfortable inside.
The number of victims increased, although he didn't care about the sacrifice of some damn bad guys.
However, he was a little concerned about those people who were not guilty enough to die, or who were just drifting with the crowd, who were involved in this chaos and had accidents.
"I'm idealistic enough. I didn't expect you to be more idealistic than me."
In the room, Tallulah, who had returned to the town on the edge of the snowfield and had stayed here for half a month, sighed as she listened to the boy's distress.
Holding the tea cup in her hand, she put her thin lips to the edge of the cup and blew into the hot tea in the cup. The dense hot air was blown up and hit her face.
The amber tea surface rippled in circles. After the ripples calmed down, the girl's beautiful, slightly tired face was revealed.
“In the process of fighting, it is simply impossible not to affect innocent people.
The interests of the old and new parties are too broad, and dealing with them is equivalent to dealing with a huge interest group.
Not only the leading characters, but also many ordinary people who depend on their industry for survival. "
Tallulah held a teacup in one hand and a small guerrilla manual in the other, pointing to a sentence on it and reading.
"If we have to do everything, then we won't be able to do anything. Many times, we are forced into a dead end by ourselves. I think this makes sense, what do you think?"
"I didn't hit a dead end, I just felt that I should have had a better choice from the beginning."
Wu Ke leaned over, reached out and closed the small manual in Talulah's hand, then took it out of the girl's hand and placed it on the table in front of him.
"Better choice?"
Tallulah looked over with silver-gray eyes of the same hair color, took a sip of the hot tea in her hand, and asked, "Then why didn't you make that choice?"
"That's because at that time, Hiboril made me feel that the choice that led to the current situation was better than the choice I originally made."
"Then what was your original choice?"
Tallulah asked curiously.
"Kill the people who are going to continue to track down the treasury thief, Viscount Normans."
“If you can’t solve the problem, why don’t you choose to solve the person who created the problem?!”
Tallulah realized what he meant.
After thinking for a while, the girl asked in confusion: "But aren't you the same now? Are you still the one who can solve the problem? Or is it that the person who solves the problem now will have difficulties for you?"
"No difficulty."
Wu Ke shook his head, became somewhat silent after speaking, and sat back on the seat opposite.
"It is not difficult for you to directly solve those people who are causing problems in the north, but you have not taken any action..."
Tallulah pondered for a while, then felt a little enlightened.
“Then the only possibility is that the new problems they create after solving them will be bigger than the problems they create now.
Moreover, it is still a problem that you don’t know how to solve, so you don’t take action. "
Tallulah blinked: "Am I right?"
Wu Ke sighed and nodded: "Yes."
Communicating with Tallulah is smoother than communicating with Xiboril.
The thoughts of this dragon girl are closer to his. Often as long as you start something, the other party will quickly realize what you want to express.
“Resolving the leadership groups of the old and new parties can certainly put an end to the current chaos.
However, after losing those guys, the middle and lower classes in the north will enter a state of disorder..."
This is an inevitable result that Wu Ke deduced from the current situation, after having a certain understanding of the situation in this world, this country, and the northern border.
"In other words, before you can completely take over the Masterless North, you cannot directly eliminate those who have a role in stabilizing order, even if they are causing chaos now."
Tallulah put down her tea cup and suddenly became a little indifferent.
She bent her legs and wrapped her hands around her knees.
"I'm sorry, if I could get more people to stand on our side now, the situation might be different..."
The girl lowered her head and stared at her toes. Under the transparent nail caps were pink flesh-colored toes, and underneath were like full warm-colored pearls, which were slightly tightened at this moment.
"This is not your fault. You have done a good job, Tallulah. You have brought many channels for labor monetization to the mining stronghold, which has alleviated part of our financial pressure..."
"Thank you. I know my situation. Many people in the upper class in the North regard me as a fool... I'm fine!"
Tallulah raised her head and rested her chin on her knees.
"It's you, I can feel that you are a little anxious, and there seems to be some anxiety in your heart."
