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"I told you, I'm not interested."
Domit didn't quite understand this answer, or rather, this was not what he wanted to hear.
After a moment of silence, he didn't ask any more questions, but instead just said something incomprehensible: "I think Sol Continent shouldn't be like it is now."
Zhang Mu's eyes were thoughtful, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose: "The rebels of Lake Kingdom?"
"Yes, sir."
If the one who resists is the senior, then she is the enemy.
But he didn't rush to draw conclusions: "Who are you rebelling against?"
"do not know."
Blinking, Zhang Mu asked curiously: "You call yourselves the rebels, but don't you know who you are rebelling against?"
"The Resistance, we didn't name it ourselves." Domitt looked like he was reminiscing. "Originally, we didn't have a name.
Then, we found out that the kingdom’s guards called us rebels, and the leader thought “rebellion” fit our behavior, so we called ourselves that.”
“In this way, we understood that what we were going to do was called resistance, but we didn’t know who the enemy was.
It is even unclear why Sol Continent should not be like it is now, and what it should be like. "
Zhang Mu laughed and said cheerfully, "You think that adventurers' gains should not be snatched away by powerful individuals or organizations?
Life should not be trampled or killed without reason."
His eyes lit up and Domit's tone became excited: "Yes sir, you look at the problem very thoroughly!"
"Adventurers fight for their lives for treasure chests." With his hands behind his back, Zhang Mu suddenly asked with a lack of interest, "Have you ever killed an adventurer for treasure?"
He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "Yes."
After saying this, he suddenly raised his head and said, "But sir, they wanted to steal my treasure chest, and I was forced to fight back.
I never took the initiative..."
"That's it." Zhang Mu waved his hand casually to interrupt him, with a malicious smile on his face, "You kill all the people who stole the treasure chest,
Aren’t the remaining ones the ones who didn’t grab the treasure chests?”
This somewhat joking remark confused Domit.
That’s right, after killing all the “bad guys”, the only ones left are the “good guys”, right?
The logic was sound, but he always felt that something was wrong.
"Sir... this is it..." Domit hesitated and stammered, "But, killing..."
Seeing that he seemed to be thinking seriously about the plan he proposed, Zhang Mu clapped his hands to wake him up: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."
Coming back to his senses, he asked, "But, the method you mentioned seems..."
"Don't pretend, it won't work."
Zhang Mu shook his hand and turned to go into the city: "It's troublesome to explain. I don't have the time and interest to explain. Goodbye."
"Please wait, Mr. Zhang Mu." He anxiously took a few steps forward and knelt on one knee to perform the knight's salute. "In you, I see the hope of finding the answer and the possibility of saving the Kingdom of Lake and the Sol Continent.
Could you spare some time to come to our territory and give us a lecture?"
"As long as I have it, I will pay any price!"
Zhang Mu paused, and turned his back to him and said, "Let's not talk about whether I have the ability or not. Even if I do, please, uncle,
What does saving the Sol Continent have to do with me? If you have the ability, you must do it? "
“There are so many hungry poor people in the small towns near Bala that it would take three days and three nights to count them all.
Do you have gold coins?
Why don’t I see you distributing your gold coins to the poor so that they can fill their stomachs?
Because the poor, who make up the largest proportion of the human population, are not professionals and do not have strong power, their influence on the Sol continent is minimal or even non-existent.
So you don't care if they are killed or starved to death.
The adventurers who were trying to steal the treasure chests ignored the lives of the weak adventurers, and you ignored the lives of the poor. How big of a difference do you think there is between you?
At least idealists have great ideals. "
Turning his head, Zhang Mu walked towards the city gate and cursed: "What annoys me most is you idiots who talk a lot but do things you despise and think you are noble.
Still shouting about saving the Kingdom of Lake and the continent of Thor.
If you want to make a wish, find a church; if you want to dream, find a pillow; if you want to go crazy, you don’t need to find anything. It doesn’t matter where it is, just don’t disgust me.”
The figure walked into the darkness, getting farther and farther away.
Domit knelt on one knee, staring at the ground with a dazed look, and did not get up for a long time.
After a while, he stood up silently and looked in front of him, at the darkness that drowned Zhang Mu's back: "Can the poor save the Sol Continent?"
Shaking his head, he turned and left.
……
After passing through the city gate, Zhang Mu did not go to meet up with Frederica and the others.
He found a secluded alley and used Transfiguration to transform himself into an ordinary-looking young magician in a pure black robe, then strode to the church in the city of Bala.
He walked up the stone steps, crossed the threshold, walked through the open courtyard, and entered the solemn church.
The newly appointed bishop of the Bala City Church, wearing a loose white robe, stood at the foot of the innermost statue with his back to Zhang Mu.
Without rushing over, Zhang Mu slightly raised his head and looked at the statue carefully.
The statue is in human form, about three stories high, wearing intricately patterned armor, standing upright, holding a long sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards in front of the thigh.
Strangely, the face has no facial features and is flat and smooth.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Mu still couldn't figure out the meaning of the faceless statue, and he was too lazy to continue thinking about it. He walked from the aisle between the left and right benches to the bishop.
"Mr. Bishop." Zhang Mu, dressed as an ordinary magician, greeted softly, "I am a lone magician,
I have heard of the reputation of the Church in Bala City and hope to become one of your members. "
The bishop turned around and saw a man who looked to be in his thirties.
He smiled gently. "I'm sorry, dear magician, the church only accepts believers with no magic attributes or light magic attributes."
"You can join the magic family in Bala City. I heard that the Marvin magic family has a long tradition."
Then he informed the residence address of Marvin's magic family.
Pretending to look lost, Zhang Mu said nothing, nodded, and backed out of the church.
Standing on the curb in front of the church, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
The character I made up was a magician with wind magic attribute, but he didn't see that.
I couldn't sense the magical fluctuations of that bishop, and considering Hagrid's strength, he must be a high-level clergyman.
Stable.
With a smile on his lips, Zhang Mu looked around to identify the direction and rushed towards the Marvin Magic Family.
Chapter 90 Treasure Map
Zhang Mu lifted his transformation spell and moved among the crowd on the street, thinking about how to deal with Dan Tai.
Gatling doesn't work.
The reason why Felitz was killed was simply because Zhang Mu used a magazine of AK, which misled his judgment of the damage of the bullets.
Under attack, the magician subconsciously used his mental strength to control the magic power and infuse it into the shield, but he did not expect that the Gatling's attack would be so persistent and intensive.
By the time he reacted and dodged, his magic power had been exhausted and it was too late.
But Dantai had witnessed the ferocity of the Gatling gun with his own eyes, and he would never stand there stupidly and be shot at.
The agility and speed brought by the powerful physique of the senior knights allow them to dodge without any damage.
The power of the grenade is unlikely to kill Dantai, whose skin is as hard as steel.
Armor-piercing bullets must be used, and the enemy must be killed with one shot.
Zhang Mu thought of the anti-material sniper rifle in his inventory - Barrett.
He summoned the inventory and scanned it from top to bottom, soon landing on a square.
In the square is the M903 slap armor-piercing bullet, which is longer than a normal bullet.
The purpose of this thing is to fight against alloy armor of about 1500 cm at a distance of 2.8m.
It cannot be denied that Dantai's skin, which is at the level of a high-level knight, is tough enough, but compared with the 2.8 cm alloy armor, it is probably still inferior.
After putting away his inventory, he looked ahead at the street where there were fewer people.
The wide road is paved with brand new bluestone slabs, and on both sides are luxurious villas with their own gates and courtyards.
At the deepest part, there are two large buildings with pointed roofs of varying heights.
This is the "rich area" of Bala City. The two building complexes, the one on the left is Fritz's family, and the one on the right is Dantai's family.
Zhang Mu looked over there, muttering to himself.
My magic fluctuations cannot be sensed, and I have the shadow technique that has an invisibility effect. In addition, the church stipulates that armed conflicts are prohibited in human gathering places. Dantai, who is staying at home, should not be too vigilant.
It's a piece of cake to sneak in without alerting others.
Stepping onto the much wider street, Zhang Mu entered the narrow alley between two rows of courtyard walls, activated the shadow technique and made his way to Dantai's house.
Standing outside the gate, Zhang Mu looked up.
The building in front of me can no longer be described as a villa or a courtyard, it is completely a city within a city.
It is more than ten meters high, with a wall built with square stones and a thick gate made of steel. If you dig a river along the wall, you can just call it a castle.
If a local were to come, there would be nothing he could do to Dantai.
Zhang Mu summoned the item Lan, took out the Barrett, and loaded the magazine with armor-piercing bullets.
He carried a sniper rifle more than one meter long on his shoulder, raised his sword and walked straight through the tall wall into the yard.