It still insisted on its original point of view: "Your assumption is incomplete... It sounds like these ten thousand monsters appeared all of a sudden, but in reality this is impossible. Even if the stone carvings are destroyed and the gray fog begins to invade, it will take time. The increase of nightmare monsters is also gradual. You can increase patrols and eliminate them before their numbers increase in the early stage."
"You have been following me from the beginning, so you should be aware that the police force in the country is tight right now." Hitzfeld sighed.
"This is just a man-made disaster, and it's so difficult to endure in a peaceful environment. If it really becomes the situation in the hypothesis, most places will not be able to withstand it, except for large dioceses like Wayne."
"..." The little crow paused this time, but still retorted: "Then won't you recruit people?"
"I heard more than that. Didn't someone leak the news that the country is going to expand its army? If the police can't handle it, just send the army to handle it. If that doesn't work, just defend the archdiocese. We can't lose."
"I feel like we've already lost after being pushed to this point by a mere internal strife." This time, Hitzfeld completely disagreed with her point of view.
Even if peace is finally restored, what will the people think?
The privileged upper class who were supposed to protect them were so helpless in the chaos - there must be families in distress who thought so, and when thousands of such families gathered together, they would become a terrifying force, and might even hatch even more terrifying nightmare monsters in the dream world.
Suddenly, she felt a huge chill out of nowhere.
She had seen this kind of worry before.
In Kuroki City, after the evil disaster, as many as tens of thousands of people were executed privately.
Their family had already been traumatized by the evil disaster, and Sarah's actions were undoubtedly tearing the wound apart.
The Golem's curse is large-scale and has a wide impact, so so many people have suffered. But if we count all the smaller-scale evil disasters, and all the families that have been scattered around to start a new life as a result, these people together are also a powerful force!
She immediately thought of the "light of salvation".
So it was really spontaneous?
No... Because of the example of Film, it can be seen that there are people behind the scenes manipulating it, but first of all, they have to think so themselves and have this tendency...
But it’s not enough…
These alone are not enough to cause unrest on the scale of the hypothetical situation.
The number of this group of people is indeed large, but Sarah also took into account the hidden dangers in this regard, so she dispersed the survivors in the post-disaster area to other parishes to live, and then mobilized people from other parishes to rebuild the disaster area.
What she had considered, the rulers of this country had also considered long ago.
This is definitely not enough. No matter how extreme the victims' thoughts are, they will not have much time to think once they are overwhelmed by the environment.
Even for a radical group like the "Xinhuo Gang", according to Charlie's description, they would not want to do it after living in the capital for a while.
After all, this is the world.
Who wants to die when you can survive?
"Reasons? It's hard to think of reasons?"
The little crow squinted at Hitzfell.
"If it were me, I would just make up a few random stories, such as I am the legitimate heir..."
"Anyway, those fools are the easiest to deceive~"
Bang!
The sound of Hitzfeld standing up and overturning a chair.
"What are you doing?"
The crow screamed.
"Are you crazy?!"
"You are indeed right, Master Yusilian."
Hitzfeld ignored her.
"I have to go back..."
"this matter……"
"She must know this!"
Chapter 75 The Invisible Man
Unconsciously, two days passed quietly. The residents of Wayne City still got up early to work as usual.
There was nothing that could be done about it. Although this was the royal capital and the number of people who did not need to work was far greater than in other cities, compared to Wayne's increasingly large and bloated total population, these few people were really insignificant, like a drop of ink thrown into the sea.
"A fresh and hot copy of the Morning Post! Anyone want one? The Morning Post! The Morning Post!"
"Meat-bread—meat-bread—"
"Please let me pass, I'm in a hurry..."
Like a giant beast awakening from its slumber, the atmosphere on the street became more and more noisy as time went by. People could be seen rushing on the road everywhere, and the bicycles on the road had simply gathered into a torrent of iron frames, with shouts and ringing of bicycle bells filling the air.
It was in this atmosphere that a slender but not weak man wearing only a coarse linen shirt came out of the alley, looked around and walked towards the dock.
If the hustle and bustle of Wayne in the early morning is 10, then the hustle and bustle of the dock is 100.
Everyone knows what the best job is at the moment - compared to working hard every day, as long as they can find a relatively reliable caravan to work as a temporary worker, it only takes one trip, which will probably take one or two months, or at most three or four months. After returning, they can even buy a ship directly and become their own boss.
Yes, because everyone is talking about this. The newspapers listed the routes, steps and methods, and everyone said that Aisha Continent was "a continent full of gold", so naturally countless people were scrambling to get a chance to go to sea.
"Make way, make way! The notice is posted..."
"I've told you so many times that we are looking for guards! Guards! Only those with skills can be called guards! Look at how pale and skinny you are, get out of here right now! I don't want to see you again!"
"Sorry sir, we don't need a deck cleaner, any sailor can do this..."
"Does anyone know where the quests are posted? Should I just ask around here?"
"It's outside Rick's Tavern. Of course, if you go in, the same topic will be discussed inside."
Rick's Tavern.
The man passed by and silently memorized the name. At the same time, he saw a huge wooden sign on the side of the road, which marked the approximate structure of the dock. Rick's Tavern was just a short distance ahead.
Quickly bypassing the crowded crowd, he speechlessly discovered that the road outside the tavern was even more congested than before.
There were people everywhere, and not just people but also vehicles. Some idiots drove their cars to this road and stopped. When they wanted to leave, they found that they couldn't drive out at all, so they mixed in and cursed.
"It's really hard to find a good job these days."
The man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned and left the street.
He was going to find some work, but that didn't mean he had to squeeze into the tavern with a bunch of fools.
First, I walked around and checked the general terrain of Wayne Port and Wayne Pier.
It sounds like a port, but it is not - because Wayne's coastline is actually quite long, stretching for more than ten kilometers. It is in the shape of an inward-concave arc, and there are actually many docks on this arc.
Some of them were simply connected during the expansion process, and the place they formed today is named the Dockyard Special Area. The housing prices and rents in the Dockyard Special Area are different from those in the city and are relatively more expensive.
But "more expensive" should be a thing of the past.
As he walked down a street, he saw a torn poster being blown towards him by the autumn wind. The man quickly grabbed it, unfolded it and took a look, and found that it was a job recruitment information.
Unfortunately, he had just passed by the house. If I remembered correctly, it was a new hotel, which had just been renovated. He could smell the pungent odor as he walked past the door.
But the information on the poster was that they were recruiting employees for a fish food store. It seemed that they were kicked out by the landlord. After all, fish food stores are not as profitable as hotels nowadays.
Look at the surging crowds. There is a light flashing in their eyes. That is the spirit that is unique to gold diggers. Everyone is betting their fortunes and lives on a boat ticket. This is actually no different from gold panning.
"Foolish fellows..." the man muttered in a low voice, "They only think about making a fortune when such an opportunity is right before their eyes... Have they not discovered the real opportunity on that continent?"
According to the intelligence he had obtained not long ago, the reason why Aisha Continent was able to dispel the gray fog and reappear was because a terrible war broke out there.
Judging from the results alone, there is no doubt that the side that favors the human world won. But it was definitely a bitter victory, which can be inferred from the fact that there has been no news about "Sarah and Aisha friendly diplomatic relations" in the newspapers so far.
If there was still a complete human regime on that continent, this would not be possible.
Sarah has not responded at all at the diplomatic level. For such a long time, she has not declared or acknowledged the existence of an independent kingdom there. This only shows that this kingdom does not exist. It is a real lost land and every piece of land has no owner.
In this case, why should we focus on a mere fleet?
He had heard quite a few people talking just now. They were the ones who were not in a hurry to squeeze in. Most of them had already found formal jobs on a ship, or were simply sent to recruit people. They boasted about their itineraries when talking to their own people, and for quite a few of them, this was not their first trip.
This means that their ship or fleet has made at least one round trip, and how much they have gained from this voyage...you can tell by looking at their cheerful expressions and unstoppable anticipation.
These people were undoubtedly fools in the eyes of men, because after getting the first sum of money, they actually planned to spend their entire lives on the fleet, without even looking at the continent itself - the real wealth could only be obtained by setting foot on it.
If I were to tell them now that only now, only during this "barbaric period", people like them would have the opportunity to rise up and establish their own territory or even kingdom in a completely unfamiliar land, would they still be willing to be seafarers? Would they put away their smiles and rush to ask for advice?
After thinking about it, the man felt that it was impossible.
There is a high probability that you will be severely laughed at, and if you are unlucky, you may even attract the police.
After all, there are a lot of police here now... The more people there are, the more likely it is that riots and conflicts will break out. Without manpower to maintain law and order, those crazy fools will dare to rob the boat in three days.
But the more guys like this there are, the better it is for our plan.
I still have to find a job going out to sea... Those people have no way out, but for someone like me who has got the treasure, there is no need for me to pin all my hopes on these fools.
As he thought about this, he walked around to the back door of Rick's Tavern.
There were not many people here because the heavy double wooden door was locked with a thick iron chain. On both sides were two-meter-high walled yards and above them were dry treetops, so it was impossible to see what was behind.
Although there were not many people, there were still people around. He didn't want anyone to see what he was going to do next, so he deliberately took a detour and found a small door with an open staircase. After going up to the top floor, he rummaged around and kicked down a row of drying racks.
“Clang, clang!”
"what!"
The falling shelf made quite a noise, especially when it seemed to have hit someone. The person immediately pointed at it and started yelling.
The instigator had already jumped over the gap between the roofs with light steps, came out from the corridor of the next door building, walked around and returned to the back door of the tavern.
Sure enough, there was no one here because they were attracted by the noise over there.
He found the right opportunity, took a running start, grabbed the wall, flipped over and jumped in, making sure that no one discovered him.
But this poor worker's clothes were still too eye-catching, so he slipped into the building and followed the tavern staff to the locker room, where he changed into a set of casual clothes that were fairly well made.
"You can afford this kind of clothes, but you still have to come to the dock to be a hostess?"
The man sighed as he looked in the mirror.
Indeed...compared to the dangerous and uncertain long-sea voyages, this kind of work is actually more sought-after.
Chapter 76: Exposure
The clothes have been got, and the owner of the clothes will at least have until lunch break - maybe he won't find out about it until he gets off work in the evening, so the man will have much more time afterwards.
Anyway, this kind of clothes is not considered to be particularly high-end. He swaggered into the corridor, no longer avoiding those people, and headed towards the hall in the direction where the noise came from.
There was no money in the pocket of the clothes, it must have been taken by the owner of the clothes. So if he wanted to settle down at the dock, his next task was to get money.
This was not a problem for him. He had not taken action outside before because the police were watching, but there was no room for the police to act in the tavern... The whole hall was very dark as he expected. Everyone was crowded together and discussing the tasks they had just seen outside.
"The Bain Chamber of Commerce said they need to recruit 50 people this time. That's a full 50 people! Their original fleet size is not small, are they planning to add new ships?"
"I can't understand what the Bain Chamber of Commerce is thinking. Are they going to use those 50 people... I mean, those 50 people are all complete novices. Are they going to use them to drive a new ship?"
"You're the only one who thinks that! You idiot!"
"What he said about you is really stupid... because no one would do that. They would transfer veterans from other ships to the new ship, and then recruit some experienced people to do odd jobs there."
"Huh? So, the Bain Chamber of Commerce may not only have one new ship!"
"That's right. The 50 people will probably be divided among them. The number of large ships they will have this time will definitely be astonishing."
While listening carefully to the random quarrels and exchanges, the man shuttled through the crowd. After a while, he touched two purses.
There wasn't much money in it, he had picked it up specially. If the victim's loss was too great, they would definitely call the police, and the police would decide how much effort to put into handling the case based on the amount of theft.
Naturally, those with more money will be given priority, but if there is less money, Wayne should be short on police force right now?
Putting on a hat that had fallen out to cover the upper half of his face, the man squeezed out of the door from the right.
That's right, he wasn't going to live in Rick's Tavern.
It was too unprofessional to handle the stolen goods on the scene. After all, he has been in the business for so many years, how could he make such a low-level mistake.
After making a long detour, he found a place called "Link Tavern" almost on the "other side" of the port. He asked if he could stay there and the man got a positive answer.
But now it costs 330 becq a day to stay, what a crazy price... why don't they grab it!
He finally understood why so many stores had been renovated into hotels and pubs. Isn't this business more stable than going out to sea?
When you go out to sea, you have to worry about fog, weather and sea monsters. How can you just sit at home and make money?
