"Resist! We must resist! Overthrow the nobles and the eternal church, and build a fair and beautiful country like the Maple Moon Freedom!"

A man obviously drunk in a tavern in Mania City said angrily.

His voice was very loud and could be heard clearly in the small tavern, which attracted everyone around him to fear, admiration, but with a little alienation and pity.

Almost instantly, a lot of empty space was left beside him, leaving only his companion with horror. He pulled his sleeve nervously, and glanced at a certain direction in the tavern, while he couldn't help but whisper anxiously:

"Are you crazy? The guards are drinking there. When they hear your complaints, they will come and catch you in a while!"

Hearing the words of his companion, the drunkard burped.

His eyes, which were not sure whether he was drinking too much or being too angry, were red, stared at the silver-armored guard sitting on the other side of the tavern, who was also empty in front of him, seemed to have endless flames in his eyes.

"So what if you arrest it? The worst thing is death! It's better to stand up and resist than to be forced to death by the new tax bill and the call-up decree! They are all dead, and they die in the castle of Doloria, and they may be remembered by the world as St. John!"

The drunkard roared angrily while pounding the table with his fists.

After hearing his words, the people in the tavern had a very complicated look.

It seems to be thinking of a series of events that have happened in the country recently, and a sad mood of a rabbit and a fox spreads in the tavern.

The drunkard's complaint continued, and he roared and cried while drinking.

Infected by him, the emotions of the tavern guests also became obviously lost and sad, and under the sorrow, what was suppressed was dissatisfaction and anger...

The remarks of discussions came faintly:

"But...what can we do? The nobles are too strong, but we have nothing..."

"Yes, a magic of the noble master can razend the entire tavern to the ground. How can we resist?"

"No! Can't we resist if we are weak? I think he is right. Even if we are weak, we must bite a piece of meat from these hateful noble pigs and church dogs!"

"It's still the Church of Life that is right. They are clearly the people of the empire. Why do they have to be superior and oppress us?"

"That's right! The greed of the nobles and the eternal church is unblocked. If we don't resist, our situation will only get worse and worse!"

"We must resist! We must overthrow this decadent country!"

People became more excited and angry as they spoke. In the end, the entire tavern seemed to have ignited the anger of civilians.

It was not until the guard sitting inside stood up that the tavern suddenly became quiet.

Only extraordinary guards can be held, and as Mannian guards loyal to the empire, they are also hunting dogs raised by the royal family, nobles and churches.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the guards, and their eyes were filled with strong hostility, dissatisfaction and fear hidden deep in the face.

The guards did not pay attention to the sight of these civilians.

He stared at the drunkard who complained first, with a deep look.

Feeling the guard's sight, the drunkard glared at him and shouted:

"What are you looking at? Are you not going to capture followers of the Church of Life? Are you not going to capture the rebels? Come and catch me! You lackeys of the church and the empire! Bah!"

The guard frowned and walked towards him, but he was soon stopped by the flattering tavern owner:

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight, please calm down, please calm down, don't worry about him, a fool, I know this guy, I am very honest on weekdays, I definitely drink too much today! Don't be as knowledgeable as him..."

At the same time, several young citizens who had just talked and showed strong disgust for the nobles and the church also stood up, either blocking the drunkard or standing with him.

The guard raised his eyebrows and walked over to the owner of the tavern.

The civilians on the side of the alcoholics quietly picked up the wine bottles and fruit knives on the table, and some people picked up the stools.

They stared at the guards as if they were facing a great enemy.

A tense atmosphere began to spread in the tavern.

"Come on! The lackey of the nobles! Let me see if you bastards in the guards are really as powerful as the legendary ones!"

The drunkard cursed with red eyes.

For a time, the smell of gunpowder in the tavern became heavier and he seemed to be able to fight at any time.

The owner of the tavern changed slightly. He looked around and hurriedly called the waiter and ordered something, while the waiter hurriedly ran out.

However, just when everyone thought a battle was about to break out, the guard simply reached out and patted the drunkard on the shoulder:

"Calm down, my friend, it's meaningless to just rely on your passion."

After saying that, he walked out of the tavern without looking back. But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said:

"In addition, I am just a guard, not a nobleman, nor a monk."

Then, his figure disappeared from people's sight.

Only drunkards and other civilians were left with a confused look on their faces, and a hotel owner who breathed a sigh of relief.

And after a while, a warrior dressed in obviously mercenary walked in under the guidance of the waiter. His eyes wandered around the tavern and frowned:

"Where is the guard?"

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

The tavern owner said fearfully.

"Leave?"

The mercenary was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, some doubts:

"Can those bastards leave so calmly after the conflict?"

"Who knows...I don't know when such a panic day will end..."

The tavern owner sighed.

"Hey, if you can't clean up the noble pigs and church dogs, you'll never be the head!"

The mercenary sneered.

The tavern owner was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that the mercenary in front of him who was said to have often accepted the official employment of the Empire and had a good relationship with the Mania City Guards would say the same thing.

...

On the other side, the guards who left the tavern turned left and right, and soon turned into an inconspicuous alley in Mannia.

He entered the depths of the alley and knocked on the door.

"who?"

Inside the door, a vigilant inquiry came.

"It's me, Bowen."

The guards' voice was low and genuine.

The door opened quickly, and a young man showed up and said in surprise:

"Captain Bowen, you are here!"

The guard named Bowen nodded slightly.

"Is the instructor here?"

He asked.

"It has arrived, waiting for you inside, and new guests have come today."

“New guest?”

Bowen raised his eyebrows.

After saying that, he looked at the other party's somewhat excited look and his heart moved:

"It's not someone from the southwest, right?"

It seemed that he had found that he had missed it. The young man quickly covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, then slowly lowered his hand, and smiled mysteriously:

"You will know when you see the tutor."

Looking at the young man's confidential look, Bowen laughed.

He shook his head gently and walked into the door.

The young man looked around vigilantly after Bowen entered, and finally closed the door quietly.

Entering the door and passing through the living room and corridor, Bowen came to the deepest room.

"Teacher, Captain Bowen has arrived."

The young man knocked on the door and said respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, a sound full of energy came from the door:

"Come in."

The young man stepped aside, while Bao Wen took a breath, tidied up the armor on his body, and pushed the door open and entered.

This is a small conference room with a small and beautiful statue in front of it, and at the conference table is a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe.

Bowen knelt on one knee, reached out and drew a standard scepter symbol on his chest, and said solemnly:
To be continued...