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And his emotions became more and more high as he spoke.
I have to say that if he can stand up and give a speech, he must have certain speaking skills, and at least he can successfully attract the attention of others.
"This person is quite capable and should be able to serve as a propaganda minister."
The dark gray dragon girl sent out her complimentary comments below and planned to take the initiative to find him after he finished his speech to see if he was interested in joining them.
The male painter standing at the wine table saw that the people in the tavern were already aroused by his words, and he silently calculated in his mind to see if the time was up.
"That's right, life has been really fucked up lately. What's wrong with this country?"
"My family has been eating wild vegetables and food for nearly three days. I haven't even eaten a little bit of wine in these three days."
"The days of the past are gone forever! If I hadn't had any money, otherwise I would have smuggled myself to Colombia. I promise to God!"
The tavern suddenly became lively, and the people who were originally low in energy due to hunger felt like they had been given a shot of blood.
They began to discuss various political matters in Victoria in this small venue, as if they were now the nobles of Victoria.
"Compatriots! Do you really want to continue to live like this? No, you don't! You still want to go back to that glorious Victorian era! That era when you didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and you could drink until you fainted! Now there are two ways Put it in front of us, the underlings."
"The first one is to eradicate our enemies, the second one is to subvert this country. I think the first one is the most critical. Only by eradicating our enemies can our country be changed!"
"Then may I ask this gentleman, who is our enemy?"
An old man below asked excitedly.
At the same time, everyone present focused their attention on the male painter, hoping to get a definite answer from him.
Seeing that the time was right, the male painter suddenly raised his arms and shouted:
"I tell you that the culprits of all this are the evil Tara people!"
"They took our property, they took our jobs, they took our food!"
puff...
Abrana, who was drinking water, almost didn't choke to death and spat out the water she drank in her throat with a plop.
What the hell? What happened to us Tara people!
When people sit in a tavern, pots come from the sky.
Isn't it the group of corrupt nobles in Victoria that are the culprits that caused all this?
The Tara people are all messing around now. Why are you looking for them?
I haven't even started doing anything yet!
Abrana immediately eliminated the male painter from her recruitment plan and put him on her assassination list.
At the same time, the audience in the audience also burst into dissatisfaction.
Then everyone went to do their own things.
Chapter 593 Greedy people should be punished
"Young man, if you want to sow discord now, you should come here at least a few years earlier. Now the conflicts between us and the Tara people are not that serious. They are a group of poor people like us. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I I thought you would publish some profound theory, but this is it?"
The people below added their own curses, and then threw all the garbage in their hands at the male painter.
The Tala people have not come out to cause trouble for several years, and they only want to make money.
And most of the people sitting here are miners in the mine, and the Tara people are also in the Scorpio Group's mine, and they are basically colleagues with many people present.
There is no need to make meaningless slander against them now.
That's really boring.
And after spending time together, they found that the Tara people seemed no different from them, and were not as scary as Victoria's group of nobles who were inferior to pigs and dogs said.
Many people are relatively amiable and even have their own culture.
Moreover, the official persecution of the Tara people in Victoria has become much smaller, although the law still does not recognize them as legal residents of Victoria.
But at least it won't stop people from going to the city to work.
"Open the door! The Victoria City Defense Bureau is sending you some warmth. It is said that someone here is spreading separatist remarks!"
Just when the male painter, who was standing at the wine table and wanted to continue his speech to arouse people's consciousness of struggle, was about to say something else, the tavern was kicked out with a bang by a group of big men in armor.
Then he surrounded everyone in the tavern.
Obviously, the hotel owner was still afraid that he would be implicated, so he called the police the moment before his death.
"Damn it, this tavern owner doesn't keep his word, and even cheated me out of a pound, but at least I don't have to do anything..."
Abrana lowered the hood on his head. He didn't want to be seen by the city defense army. In the eyes of ordinary people, his race was just an ordinary Vaifan, but in the eyes of the military, To the human eye, he is an out-and-out Draco.
"Sir, are you the one who just gave the speech?"
A strong man holding a huge crossbow slowly moved his body closer to the male painter standing on the wine table.
At the same time, he also took out a note and carefully compared the characteristics of the characters mentioned to him by the tavern owner above.
He has a mustache, a thin build, and holds a paintbrush in his hand.
It seems that he was indeed right.
"Oh~ Sir, before arresting me, why can't you listen to what I said first? For a better future, I have absolutely no intention of splitting the great Victoria Empire. I just want to propose some solutions of my own to the current situation. .”
"Then please sir, please briefly explain what the method you mentioned is."
The young male painter bowed lightly, and then said very respectfully: "Actually, I think the solution to the current situation is very simple, that is to completely drive the Tara people out of our country, confiscate all their assets, and then To support our great Victoria so that we have more food and resources to support our great empire."
Oh, it turned out to be a madman.
The soldiers who came to the scene all looked at each other, their eyes full of ridicule for this person.
Except that the face of the city defense officer in front of him was getting more and more ugly, and there was even a trace of disgust.
At the same time, the city defense officer in front of him had already put his crossbow on the bowstring in the dark.
He couldn't let such a dangerous person leave this tavern alive. Others might not know it clearly, but he was a clean man.
The reason why he is able to manage all the defense work in this mobile city is not actually because he knows how to flatter those nobles.
Mainly because he has a keenness to the coming crisis that no one else has.
Take the recent situation as an example. He has eliminated nearly 10 rebel groups, and he has detected and eliminated them all before they were ready to cause trouble.
Even the nobles above him were very respectful to him. Even though he was very straightforward, he often angered many nobles. For example, he often told gossips and embarrassing things about certain nobles.
But almost no noble dared to point out his work content, and they were even eager to give him a promotion and a salary increase.
No one dares to joke with his own life. The nobles, with such high status and wealth, don't want to have their property confiscated before they can even enjoy it. Moreover, he is really capable of taking on the responsibility of protecting the stability of the city.
It's just that they have a bad mouth, and they haven't touched any bottom line. The nobles are actually not that small.
What the superiors want now is stability rather than nonsense. This city defense officer also knows the temperament of the nobles very well.
Basically, they have a certain way of doing things, and they don't care much about the private affairs of this group of nobles. At most, they talk to their subordinates.
It was not his function to manage and judge that group of nobles.
In other words, the judge is also incompetent.
"Well, sir, please go back to your place and continue discussing your great theory. Now I must take you to prison for trial."
Maybe you have no chance of going to jail.
"It's okay, sir. I have a book brewing in my mind. Prison is a good place. It's quiet and no one will disturb me. I believe my great era is just around the corner!"
"Okay, okay, I look forward to your work, but I hope I can see it within 100 years."
"Trust me, you'll see it when I get out of jail."
Let’s see if I can find you in hell when I die. If I do, I will definitely read your masterpiece.
The city defense officer sneered, then took off his handcuffs from his waist and cuffed the man in front of him.
Then he pulled him out of the tavern.
Abrana looked at the city defense officer leaving the tavern. When this sturdy city defense officer left the tavern, the big stone hanging in her heart immediately fell.
She had heard the name of this city defense officer for a long time, which was why she didn't dare to cause trouble now.
......
"Sir, this doesn't seem to be the direction to the Security Bureau."
Only then did the male painter feel that something was not right. Why did this group of people take him to an alley?
He remembered that the city's Guards Bureau seemed to be built next to the University of Victoria.
"According to Victoria's law, traitors will be punished with death, and now in order not to trouble the judge above, please allow me to put you on trial."
Before the male painter could react, one of the city defense officer's men had already drawn a bow and shot a shot through his throat.
The force of the bow and arrow was very strong, and when it penetrated, it caused a beheading effect. The connection between the head and the body was directly torn in half by the powerful force.
A crisis was successfully resolved by the city defense officer.
"It's a pity that you came to Victoria instead of Kazdaele. That kind of populism doesn't work here."
Chapter 594 Chat Group and Scorpion’s Drink
morning.
Tallulah (dying): "Teacher! I'm going to be exhausted! That old black snake is simply not human. I haven't slept for three days. I've been reading the book for three days and three nights. I've changed it." After three days and three nights of filing, why does this work seem to have no end?”
Seria (exercising): "Didn't you say that through your efforts, your administrative team has been built and the next work can be easier, then why are you so busy now? I don't believe it!"
Seria (during exercise): "Or are you saying that everything you said before was just to deceive us? Sure enough, your dragon is unreliable. If our scorpion comes to your place, he will die of overwork. I don't agree!"
Tallulah (dying): "You have to agree even if you don't agree! And it's not that I don't work hard, it's mainly because the old black snake suddenly brought a large piece of land to me from the north, and there are more infected people there. The more it is, the more bleak it is. As the owner of the territory, I am.
Naturally, I have to properly handle all aspects of their lives, such as medicine, food, water sources, residence, etc., I have to personally plan them all. The leadership team under me have their own things to do, so... ....."
Tallulah (dying): "So, Sister Saria, how do you run your company? Why do I feel like you're in the group every time I send a message?"
Seria (exercising): "Our company is a group of researchers. Each of them is working hard to leave their own name in history, and they want to have a string of physical formulas engraved with their own Traces, we don’t have that much time for intrigues, just give us money and they will arrange everything themselves.”
Seria (exercising): "I am the most idle person in the company. I used to want to be the director of the security department because this position does not require much thinking and allows me to have more time to study my favorite physics. Later, after I became the president, I had less time, but more time. In short, it was very troublesome to explain..."