Chapter 313： knowledge

In Gao Wen's indifferent gaze, Daniel did not persist for too long and bowed his head: "... In front of your Wei Li, my loyalty to Tifeng and the permanent sleeper can be compromised."

“Very good,” Gao Wen nodded with satisfaction, then pointed to the cybersecurity version of the special version of the eternal sleeper. “Then we start with this book, this will be your promotion in the eternal sleepers’ group. First of all, what you need to do is not to spread the knowledge directly, but to discover the fatal flaws in the current mental network, and to tell these discoveries to other believers who are slightly higher than you or the same level, as the sleepers. As you become aware of these hidden dangers, you will release the first chapter as your research results. Let's first look at what is distributed network and the concept of network resource allocation..."

Daniel bowed his head and made a respectful attitude.

He really remembered his teenage years and recalled the years when he first learned the knowledge with his mentor...

At the same time, Ansu East, somewhere in the town.

The snow has stopped, the bright night sky has a brilliant star, the star shines on the earth, the snow reflects the starlight, so that the town after the night is still not completely plunged into the darkness, and the stone and wooden buildings are messy. In the smashed streets, a figure with a black hooded cloak and a tall and thin figure is quietly walking through the streets.

After finding a corner that could block the cold wind, the figure stopped and the hood of the cloak was taken off.

Below the hood is a silver-colored elf's eye-catching blonde, and a beautiful face.

High-level Elf Ranger, Soldering Frost Leaf.

The human towns in the middle of the night were extraordinarily quiet, at least in places where the poor gathered. Solderin’s long elf ears shook in the air, and he could still hear the lyre and the bell in the distant lord’s castle. The sound of the drums came, which meant that the nobility’s nightlife had just begun.

The high-ranking ranger took a fresh but cold air, and then couldn't help but frown, holding his hand near the chest.

The weird woman is more powerful than he imagined. Although the Ranger is not very good at frontal combat, he still did not expect that he would fall into the wrong situation with a suspected druid opponent.

If you don't follow the advice of the Knight named Byron, you will bring some "new weapons for justice", and he feels that the situation will definitely be worse.

Solderlin calmed the pain of the wound and felt his flesh and blood being neutralized by the extraordinary power with a little bit of toxins, recalling the previous battle - he finally confirmed that the woman The power of use is indeed the power of the Druid.

Toxins, withered vines, thorns, and corrupted trees are all derived from the druid's spells, but there are obvious signs of corruption and degeneration. This should be the most likely explanation.

Why do high-ranking believers who are dying in the event sneak into the Elf monitoring station... What purpose does she have?

The cold night wind once again blew through the streets, and Solderlin tightened his cloak and temporarily stopped thinking. Everything is still waiting for Cecil’s collar to say better. Gao Wen and his smart people can Giving more advice is much better than blindly guessing him alone.

It is a pity that the documents of his own belongings were destroyed in the previous battles, and when he returned, he found that the Ansu Dongjing also entered a higher level of martial law due to the change of the situation. A paper order from the Duke of the East, Silas Loren The whole area has become difficult to pass, and it is better in those places where the order is poor. However, in this large and medium-sized town with a strict aristocratic rule and numerous eye lines, he must act with caution.

In this age of chaotic dark aristocracy, there is no advantage to the strangers who have no documents to prove - especially since he was still working in the Titan army, the Duke of Silas Loren and his knights will There are a lot of officials who know him. Those people don’t know the fact that he has already switched to Cecil. Once he has a photo, it’s hard to explain...

The winter nights in the northern part of the mainland are cold and bitter. Although the physical qualities of the high-class extraordinary people make Solderin not ill at this temperature, he is still very uncomfortable and can't help but find a place that can be warmer. - Due to the strong rule of the Duke of the East and the martial law, all the pubs were stared tightly. The aliens and accents were not inspected by foreigners in the eastern part of Ansu. Worried about this, but he is now seriously injured, and it has taken most of the power to suppress the toxins in the body. He does not want to attract the attention of those who are extraordinary in this section.

Just looking for shelter from the wind, a little beating fire suddenly caught the eye of Solderin.

He walked over and saw that there was a small pile of bonfires in the deepest part of the alley. Several sly figures were curling up beside the bonfire. Occasionally, some people moved the bullets to pick up the weak flames and put a small one. Pieces of charcoal litter are thrown into the fire.

A high-ranking ranger is going to share the bonfire with 乞丐...

Solderin smiled silently, but still walked over.

He can have a better choice. Although he is in a bad state, he can still find a way to sneak into a barn or even sneak into a warm citizen's house to spend the night, but he still bears when he sees the bonfire. Not staying close--the flaming fires and the people who warmed around the bonfire made him remember seven hundred years ago, remembering the most difficult time of the expeditionary army, when he was mixed with a group of human soldiers and refugees. On the coldest nights, the same method was used to warm up and encourage each other to walk through the darkest and coldest roads.

Since the establishment of the human countries, the situation has gradually stabilized, he has not had this experience for many years.

The homeless on the side of the fire noticed the proximity of strangers, and they immediately became nervous and alert, but soon they found out that it was not the patrolling soldiers - in such cold weather, the soldiers were not willing to go deeper. In slums, they often only make a turn on the street and then go back to drink.

The man in the black cloak is more like another homeless.

Solderlin, who had put on his hood again, walked to the campfire and said with a low voice: "The weather is really cold."

A tramp wrapped in a shabby cotton coat smashed: "There is no extra place."

"I still have some wine," Solderlin grabbed his bag from his arms. "It's enough for two or three people."

"...it's sitting next to you."

Solderlin sat down, and the wine bag in his hand was taken away by the person next to him. The other person pulled out the stopper, took the nose and put it in the mouth of the bag and took a deep breath. Then he put the bag on his mouth and tried to restrain it but Still could not help but drink a big mouth.

Then he contained the wine in his mouth, as if he wanted to enjoy it slowly, and the wine bag was passed to the next person.

The wine bag is silently passed between these homeless people. Solderin can see everyone's face through a weak bonfire - some wrinkles and ridges, some have long frostbite, some have It looks younger, but it’s also an old-fashioned figure. They are wrapped in tattered cotton coats, or even a pile of rags that can’t be seen as clothes. An unpleasant smell emanates from them: these people are obviously There is no chance to take a shower.

“Drinking is much warmer,” said a homeless person with a hoarse voice.

The bag eventually returned to Solderin's hand, and he shook and was surprised to find that there was still a little left.

The person sitting opposite the bonfire said: "Leave some points, maybe you will save yourself a life by one day."

Solderin silently took the bag back into his arms and then sighed softly: "It’s a cold winter night..."

"You are talking," the homeless person next to him smiled. "But it is really cold this day."

The people across the bonfire picked up: "It was not so cold last winter."

Someone immediately laughed at the side: "You still have a house to live last winter, of course you are not cold!"

"To shut up!"

Solderin listened, suddenly looked up and curiously inserted a mouth: "What about your house?"

The man sitting opposite the bonfire was frustrated: "I was taken away by the Cavaliers a while ago... I owe the Cavaliers a five-year renter, not even on, even the house and the land are taken away."

Solderin couldn’t help but silence.

But the man opposite the bonfire didn't stop. It seemed to think of his "good day" last winter. He chanted again: "I still have a house last year, and there is a small piece of land... I still have a wife! ”

"His wife died a few years ago," the man next to Soldering whispered. "He doesn't know his mind now."

“It’s all done by the 佃 赦 赦 赦 bill,” said a young man who is fiddling with a bonfire.

"The 佃 赦 赦 ’ bill?" Soldelin stunned, apparently he had not heard of the bill.

In the Kingdom of Ansu, the aristocrats of the Earl and above can promulgate a certain degree of "private law" on their own territory. The scope of the law can be different depending on the level of the title. Some can set the tax rate, and some can cast the currency. Some can stipulate the right to inherit the property. In addition to a general royal code, the legal provisions of the aristocrats can be said to be chaotic, extremely chaotic, and even contradictory. These messy laws are not only those in the territory. The challenges that traders and adventurers must face between them will also cause great trouble for strangers who are unfamiliar with Soldering.

“It was the law enacted by Earl of Berry ten years ago,” the young man said. “The count allowed the people who rented the land to default on rent, without the whipping and fines in the first year of arrears, but the second year of rent. It is necessary to pay twice as much rent, double in the third year, and double in the fourth year... If the fifth year is still not up, the house and the field will be taken away. The count said that this is Kaien. Let those who can't afford the rent because of the occasional bad times have the opportunity to pay their debts, so this is a 'entitlement bill'. If you can't afford to rent a rent for five consecutive years, it's really lazy and stupid. Not worthy of continuing to cultivate his land..."

The man in the worn cotton coat next to Soldering sighed: "But few people can return it, and most people become us after five years."

This is a trap! A simple trap!

How can a farmer repay arrears in such a way that rents continue to double? Not to mention the ratio of more than ten times in five years, even in the second year, they are difficult to return - they can not accumulate the surplus or money to cope with the soaring rent in the second year!

Before the implementation of this bill, the arrears of rent will only be whipped and confiscate a part of the property, but after the implementation of the bill, any person who owes rent is destined to be taken away from all fields and houses - but ordinary farmers simply cannot understand this. .

Because they don't recognize words or count... they don't have the extra energy to think about things other than doing things.

They are faced with impossible debts in desperation and lose their land and houses in despair, but in the end they don’t even understand why.

Solderin glanced at the little bonfire in front of him and suddenly felt the memories of the seven hundred years ago in the minds of everyone who joined hands and shouldered the group to warm up.

The man opposite the bonfire is still whispering: "I had a small piece of land, just by the river... I still have a wife!"

Someone touched him: "Oh, don't say it, say more irrigation."

"The firewood is over..."

"Don't put it in, it's still early tomorrow."

"When the day is up, go to the Church of the Light, go early, porridge can be hot."

"Don't be too early - the new priest is not irritating when he is porridge, but he is used to squatting from above. He can only drink thin soup early."

Solderin listened in silence, and in the powerful hearing of the elf, he heard the sound of the lyre and tambourine in the distant castle finally quiet.

He didn't sleep all night, until the faint glimmer of light appeared in the horizon, and the glory of the great day was scattered into the town through the reflection of the clouds.

The bells of the church rang in the distance, and Soldering stood up, and the homeless who barely slept and struggled to climb up one by one: the bells of the church were the signals to wake them up.

The bonfire is almost extinguished, and only a little residual heat is passed on to the people who are roasting. The tramps are moving with frozen hands and feet, hoping to restore some physical strength before the sun really comes out, which helps them at the church door. Keep the food you received, but when everyone stood up, one person was still sitting.

It was the person sitting opposite the bonfire at night.

Someone pushed forward, and the squatting body fell to the ground: he died.

The homeless watched the scene silently, and someone sighed: "There was a few firewoods last night."

"He had his own house last year..."

Solderin’s faceless expression, those who joined hands in the darkness and hardship seven hundred years ago, their descendants have created such a country?

He turned and walked to the street that was about to be illuminated by the sun.

He will hurry back to Cecil.

Https:

Genius one second to remember the address of this station: . :m.