"The bumper harvest festival does not seem to be very lively, dear Ms. Bangni." Pushing away the door of the National Publishing House, the young editor Duett noticed that Ms. Bangni standing by the window was the secretary of the publishing house president.

She seems to be looking at the situation on the street.

He just came from there, and naturally knew what the situation was on the street -Mr. Marin's group had been suspended for seven days. Workers had no salary, but other employers of the Business Association were robbing by the fire. They lowered the weekly salary and extended the salary and extended the extension

After the contract period, the workers who want to divide Mr. Malin.

But surprisingly, these workers were not overwhelmed by their lives. They gathered on the streets and marched every day. They wanted to get their own work again.

And unfortunately, all the factories of Mr. Marin were shut down.

Police, private detectives, and those businessmen who have sent crazy to find the secret to discover the disappearance of the population — it is said that at least fifty people disappear.

Every day, the newspapers seemed to be killed there every day, but they did not think that before the appearance of Mr. Malin's group, the city west can die every week.

"Will happen." Ms. Bangni frowned.

"As long as you have a little head, you can see it, but what else can these mud legs do? Many members in the business association are extraordinary. I don’t think these civilians can fight them." Durtt shook his head and shook his heads.

He disdain his pessimistic view of Ms. Bangni.

In his opinion, of course, those who have the ability have privileges, otherwise the world has already been pushed into the abyss of destruction.

What can mortals do?

Can only be the victim.

"No, Durtet, don't underestimate these mortals, let alone look at Mr. Malin, do you know, he pays two dollars for each worker every month. This is not a small amount.

Obviously here. "

"Then I want to know how he comes to fighting his business friends." Duett focused on the word of his friend. He didn't think Ms. Bangni said how terrible the problem was: "Dear Lady, Ms., Ms., Ms.

You are too worried about foreign objects, so think about it, Mr. Marin's first edition of the first edition of the reputation. "

Durtte feels better to think about this problem.

After all, compared with the previous novel, there are many very sensitive topics in this novel. Several churches have criticized this novel.

Yes, with a relationship with a chaotic evil god, the National Publishing House decided to publish after consulting several large churches, but it was criticized by those small churches.

But to be honest, Durte still likes this multi -protagonist's multi -line novels. Finding the truth in the cities full of epidemics. The details of the survival of the survival have been affirmed by the Church and the Church of Love.

We even copy these contents into a collection.

"The content of the novel is compliant, and there are four major churches. I don't think what I need to discuss." Ms. Bangni didn't want to say anything. She just looked at the street.

Duett shrugged and sat in his position. He had a job today -a new book requires his manual review.

He took out the manuscript paper and saw the seventh line of the first page, and a gunshot "shocked" from the seat.

"It's an accident." Ms. Bangni sighed.

Duett, who ran beside him, saw the workers who were driven away on the street, and saw that the police officers were pushing some workers to the police car, and they saw the victims who fell into a pool of blood.

"Bleeding, Durtet, do you know, Mr. Marin's bottom line."

"I have no idea."

"Don't bleed ... Mr.'s bottom line is trampled."

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Kasman hid in the attic looked at the situation where the square was, and he shook his head -things could not end well, and chaos believers who were mixed among police officers and workers really did this.

Without bleeding, all this is nothing more than mutual harm between merchants, but after bleeding, this is the hatred of one class to another class.

This is a new word, he heard from Mr. Marin.

Before that, workers and businessmen, this is a word that Casman will use when looking at the world.

However, after listening to Mr. Marin's talk that day, the new knowledge was poured into Kasman's mind, and he found that all the original ... even if there was no chaos, it would gradually develop to this step.

Chaos is just pushing hard, which has accelerated the history of history.

When Kasman was a little puzzled, when mentioning this, Mr. Marin's mood seemed to be very bad.

He also said a word that made Casman very confused to himself.

We have forgotten these things, but they have not forgotten, never.

Who are we? Who are they?

Casanman thought of this, there was no answer at all. He could only look at the corpse being dragged away, and then watched the cleaner of the washed land into the field.

Why don't the gods come to manage? Is it necessary to kill each other between humans, do you need to manage the management of these highs?

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Donald, who was standing in the alley, looked at everything in the distance. When the stone flew to the police officer's queue, he instinctively felt wrong -this must have provoked from it.

Then things are not available.

Destiny has not been designed from the beginning, but this is the same, but the facts are so directed. What are the so -called workers in this is actually the participation of chaos believers.

"Mr. Donald, come in, it's too messy outside." The young child stood in front of the open door and looked at Donald.

The latter nodded: "We ... we were deceived by these chaos."

"Normally, isn't it? Human beings are such a race that likes to hate each other." The elf with a sharp ears smiled: "Mr. Marlin explained, this is his industry, and he does not want to be seen by a assassin

Live in his industry. ""

"I know, I'm sorry, I just think ... I have become a homeless waste again." Donald sighed, and at the same time went to the teenager: "Sorry, I'm talking nonsense again."

"Yeah, you have been working in the cake shop for a year. Mr. Malin's private shop is not affected this time. We are already very lucky." The elf boy said.

Following him into the shop, Donald asked a somewhat stupid question out of curiosity: "What do you think of the workers outside."

"Do they, I believe that Mr. Marin will deal with everything." The elf teenager seemed to be blindly obedient to his views, Donald smiled -before he was in another safe house, he wanted to kill himself, and he wanted to kill himself.

I think so too.

But the facts are better than the argument.

Before taking the door, Donald finally glanced at the square.

Mr. Marin will fight back, because Donald knows that Mr. Marin is the kind of person who is not hesitant to show evil to evil.

Everyone must pay for their choices.

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"Instructor, at noon today, there was an accident over the square." When Collin became haircut for Old Hobman, he explained everything that happened in the city.

Although his mentor is already old, he hasn't been confused yet: "Malin ... this child said."

"Malin has not yet arrived, but today it has been bleeding. I'm afraid of those damn chaos ... I'm afraid they will split the relationship between the entire city."

"Believe ... believe in Marin, Collin, that child, believe him." Speaking of this, Old Hoffman coughed twice: "Yes, we still have ... how long is we still ..."

Collin followed his mentor: "... mentor, next week."

"Ah next week ..."

Collin could feel that the old man in front of him was trembling. In the end, he heard the joy of joy: "Finally ... can be liberated."

Collin tried hard to make himself cry.

The old man's dry hand patted his apprentice's hand on his shoulder.

"Collin, have to be happy ... I, I dream of yesterday, dreaming ... your brothers and sisters."

When the old man said here, he coughed again.

"I dreamed of them ... when I was young ... when I heard the story from my knees ..."

The old man lowered his head and made a slight snoring sound.

Collin covered him with a blanket, and finally came to his wheelchair, sitting on the floor like before.

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"I never thought that my daughter's lover can endure this step." The master of the Mozhis family looked at the report in her hand. He sighed and threw it on the table: "I was dead yesterday, today, today, today,

He can still go out with my daughter. What is he thinking about? Can you say that in order to watch more a day, can he ignore the bleeding of his mortals for this? "

Speaking of which, the king looked at his old friend: "What do you think he thinks."

"I have nothing to think about." His old friend, Mrs. Marm shook his head: "My brain does not support me too much, and your son -in -law is a person."

"... Why are you touting him so."

"Maybe because he didn't choose to kill my stupid son for the first time." Mrs. Mariam smiled. "Goethe, why don't you choose to believe that child, even the Justice Church and the God of War Church are not in this one.

What you speak in the matter, you don't think you jump out now, it's a bit too much, after all, there is still the jurisdiction of the Duke. ""

His Majesty the King was silent, and finally nodded: "I ... I just don't know what the child is thinking, and I sometimes be afraid of his thoughts, because I have never seen him like him.

Child. ""

"You think, he will one day replace your child." Mrs. Marim noticed the sorrow of his old friend's face.

"Manli has always said so recently. She said that she was afraid of the arrival of this day. She never pushed my heart with me like this. She would not tell me about it when she did a small move."
To be continued...