When the man stepped into the tavern, the gloomy atmosphere was overwhelming.
There were about ten or twenty strong men, sitting rather decadently on various tables, with all or only half-drunk beers in front of them.
The man found it strange that the war had lasted for three months, but there were so many strong men here who were not armed. Some of these men were even equipped with machetes.
The boss with a white beard was leaning on the counter in annoyance. His eyes were bloodshot. When he saw the man walking in, he said angrily: "There is only one barrel of beer here."
From his depressed appearance, the man saw angry eyes.
"What happened here? This town." The man walked over and asked.
"What happened?" The boss found it funny. "Where are you from, a country bumpkin? Didn't you know that the city-state assembly was about to be held? Are we going to surrender?"
Convene a city-state assembly? surrender? !
These two pieces of news hit the man's heart like thunder.
I clearly remember that at the beginning of the war, I clearly passed a decree to temporarily deprive the city-state assembly of its power.
The man looked at the boss in disbelief and asked one after another: "What happened? How could the city-state conference be convened?! Is a surrender resolution going to be passed at the conference?!"
Hearing these questions, the boss became angry, and veins popped up on his forehead: "I didn't know! The vanguard army was completely wiped out, and the other legions could only hide in the castle. Those country sages, cowards raised by pigs, actually united Go to the castle of Alain Bien and force us to accept the king’s request and surrender peacefully!”
The boss finally found someone to talk to and told everything.
King Andri's attack was thwarted, and it was difficult to capture the city-state of Aylan Biyin. The leaderless city-state army was unable to attack the enemy, and the situation became stalemate.
The local sages who were affected by the war united and demanded that the city-state assembly be reconvened and the power of the city-state assembly be restored. They also demanded that the entire Aylan must accept King Andre's generous surrender conditions due to the city-state: including the canonization of new nobles, tax exemption for three years, ensuring local autonomy, etc.
"No matter how generous a surrender is, it is still a surrender! These are a bunch of pigs!" the boss scolded angrily. "Before the city-state was established, they were the people here who lived the best life except the nobles."
When the man heard this, he probably guessed that the current situation was difficult. According to the boss, two castles in the city-state had fallen, along with more than a dozen villages. The people there had confiscated all their remaining grain and re-established it. A slave.
The boss complained. He said that both his eldest and younger sons joined the army with enthusiasm. The eldest son died heroically in the battle, but the younger son had to huddle in the castle, full of anger and nowhere to take revenge.
Then, the boss turned and cursed the missing consul: "Our consul, he is a coward, the biggest coward! Think about it, he died there! With his hands in the sky, there is no need to worry about anything! Lord! "
Before the man could react, there was a sound behind him.
The man was very strong and stood up almost lifting the table.
His face was red, whether from drunkenness or anger. He stared at the boss at the counter: "The Archon is not dead yet! He must not be dead!"
"Yes, missing, Armin, you can just believe that story." The boss said persistently, "Why do you think you took up arms? You should be going to fight! Not drinking here!"
A dozen men turned their heads, and one of them stood up and said in a loud voice: "You son of a bitch, we paid for it!"
"You damn things, I sacrificed my son!" The boss's eyes were red, he yelled and shed tears, "My eldest son, he is only twenty-four!"
The whole tavern fell silent. The man who stood up suppressed his red throat and sat down again silently.
The boss let out a long sigh, wiped away his tears, leaned slumped in front of the counter, smiled at the man, and said bitterly: "At least I still have a young son."
He collected himself for a moment and asked, "Tell me, how much beer do you want?"
The man put his hands on the counter and pressed against the wooden frame.
"I didn't come back for drinking." The man said in a hoarse voice.
"It doesn't matter much. These losers don't drink for the sake of drinking." The boss responded.
At this time, Armin, who had just stood up to say that the consul was not dead, said to the man: "Which remote village in the city-state are you from? I see you don't know the situation."
The man nodded.
Armin calmed down his anger and said slowly: "You should know that the Vanguard Legion was destroyed."
"I know it very well, better than anyone else." The man replied calmly.
This tone made Armin stunned. He glanced up and down at the tramp-like figure, but he felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't see anything unusual. But the sharp look in his eyes made him a little awe-struck.
Armin added: "No matter what you know, but... we are about to surrender. The situation is too difficult."
"what do you think?"
"What do I think?" After Armin heard this, his eyes were angry, not towards the man. He then said: "I tell you, my village is on the edge of the city-state. As soon as I came to this hell, I was... The masters there built houses, dug stones, and grew food. I wanted to resist at first, but I was tortured to the point of becoming a human being with whips. My nephew who came to hell with me starved to death. After that, I was tamed by them! What do you think I think?"
Armin said while slamming the table angrily.
The man listened silently.
"Two years ago, Ailan Bi expanded to my village and hanged our master. I have a new identity, no longer a slave, but a citizen! A free man!"
At the end of the sentence, Armin sounded sad.
Because if they surrender, some people will become nobles and some will become slaves.
"Those damn country wise men!" a soldier shouted after taking a sip of wine.
Then, the soldier turned his attention here.
The man turned his head and looked at him.
The soldier was stunned for a moment, and the wooden wine glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.
He suspected that he was dazzled and drank too much. He kept staring at the man repeatedly. Finally, he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Consul, consul?!"
Armin turned around. Before he could react, he said doubtfully: "What are you talking about? You drank too much? You scared me."
The soldier ignored Armin. He stared at the sloppy man intently and continued to exclaim in surprise: "I won't be wrong. It's really the consul! Lord, I guarantee it in the name of the Lord!"
Everyone was frightened by the exclamation, and they all jumped to the ground. They first turned to look at the soldier, and then followed the soldier's gaze.
The boss at the counter even widened his eyes.
But the man sat calmly, motionless.
