As long as the evil moon is over, the streets and alleys of the fortress will always be deserted, and even the ubiquitous rats will shrink up and hide in their own dark territories, eating the food saved in the autumn and waiting for new prey to emerge when it warms up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That's how it should be.

Damn, why do I have to brave the wind and snow to listen to some policy preaching? Snake Tooth spat into the ground hatefully, what those big men want to do has nothing to do with our.

"Put your collar up," he said, looking at the short man Joe who was shivering beside him, "and you're not saved if you're infected with the cold plague." ”

"He shouldn't have come out with us at all," Aoi frowned, "Why do you need four people to get a message? ”

"Save it, even if you target it," said the hulsiest Tiger Claw, disapprovingly, "he holds our food source." Having said that, he still took two quick steps in front of the three of them, and the snake fang felt that the cold wind suddenly became much smaller.

"Thank you...... Thanks," Joe whispered.

But when it comes to Kanash, everyone is a little unmotivated.

There are also hierarchies among the rats, which vary from the king at the top to the tail at the bottom. Kanash is neither king nor tail, he is the administrator of the tailless alley in the western district of the outer city. If you want to calculate it carefully, it should be considered a waist ...... Or rather, belly. However, no matter what the other party is, Snake Fang and the others must respectfully call the boss when they see him.

There are six such managers in the Western District, and as for the boss above, that is, the king of the Western District, Snake Fang has never seen it at all.

Kanash has several rat groups, and they are one of them. There is no doubt that the stronger the strength, the more favor the managers can get. It's a pity that as a street boy in the alley, they are not to mention their numbers, and even when they fight, their arms and legs are thinner than each other's, and they are naturally at a disadvantage - except for the tiger's claws, of course, his figure does not look like he can grow by eating only half a piece of black bread a day.

As for what the brown-haired girl Aoi said, she was even more unlucky to get home. There is a witch in the alley, and Snakefang wants to use her abilities to exchange some coins, but he doesn't expect to run into the big man of the Honeysuckle family when he goes out. As a result, not much money was made, and even the witch was lost.

It was because of this that Kanash was particularly annoyed with the few of them, believing that it would be a better choice to sell the witch to him sooner, whether it was to sell to the nobles or to the church.

"He's just talking," said Snaketooth disdainfully, "Sell it to the church for twenty-five golden dragons, where is he going to find those priests, and the church is in ruins." The nobleman would not honestly hand over the golden dragon to a mouse, and he would not have the life to get the money at all. ”

"Snaketooth said, right," said Joe, trembling, "if it was true, it was really our cause that he had lost, lost twenty-five golden dragons, and he would have thrown our corpses into the Chishui River. ”

"Kanash only dares to hand over the witch to the king of the Western District at most, and beware of the witch's unpredictable ability, he doesn't have the Stone of Divine Punishment. Serpentfang continued, "That guy just doesn't like us. ”

"What to buy, she's a blank slate, and she's in the same league as us!" Aoi pinched her teeth, "You still want to treat her as a commodity!" She said here and suddenly paused, "Hey, you won't sell her right now!"

"I didn't!" he shouted, "I was already protecting her to the death, but the other party is the city lord!"

"I don't know if she's doing well in Frontier Town," Tigerpaw sighed.

"How good can it be," Aoi snorted, "What's the difference between being toyed with by a prince and being toyed with by a nobleman?"

Really...... To put it nicely, when you have seen the life of the nobility, I am afraid that there will be a big nobleman to play with you, the snake tooth pouted.

When they came to the fortress square, the four of them unexpectedly found that a wooden platform had been erected and a bonfire had been lit here. There were about two or three hundred people around the platform, and it was a rare sight to see on a snowy day.

"There are really people preaching here," Tiger Paw smacked, "what tricks do those noble lords want to play?"

"Surely not good news," Serpentfang shrugged, "I guess it's a tax, or maybe it's a pull—didn't they have a fight before?"

"Anyway, it's none of our business," said Aoi, "and go back early, Joe, and warm yourself up by the campfire." ”

"Okay, okay. ”

Snake Fang walked around the crowd to the edge of the stage, and the man standing on it was wearing a thick cotton jacket, a woolen hood, and a pair of deerskin gloves on his hands, which made him feel warm to look at. Compared to the dirty and old linen clothes on his body, it is completely heaven and earth. It would be nice if I could find a chance to grab it...... However, he also knew that this was his own imagination, and the elk family pattern cloak behind the preacher indicated the identity of the other party.

The attendants of the four great families are by no means something that a single rat can afford to mess with.

"Why don't you follow Joe to the fire, I'll just listen to it here," Snakefang looked at the other two.

"Really?" Tiger Paw said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, I have a good memory," he said, pointing to his head, "whether it's remembering words, remembering people, or remembering grudges." ”

"Poof," Aoi scoffed, "look at what you can." Since you say so, you're welcome...... Let's go, big man. ”

"But you have to share a little more of me for dinner. ”

"Besides, I don't know if there is one today!" she said, waving her hand.

After the two left, Snakefang patted his cold cheek and refocused his attention on the wooden platform. These news are meaningless to the bottom rattail, but in the eyes of the belly and the king, it may be an opportunity to make a profit. Of course, even if they could get something, there was very little leakage from below.

"Dear citizens of the city, this is a joint proclamation from His Highness Roland Wimbutton, Guardian of the West, Charafel Hermon, Earl of Elk, and Perro Hermon, Archon of the Fortress of Long Song. The speaker took a sip of hot ale and held a piece of parchment and said aloud, "The town hall of the fortress is now open for grain purchases, and the townspeople who have surplus food at home can go to the market at any time to sell it." However, please note that from next month, any act of selling grain without permission will be regarded as a felony, and only the city hall has the right to buy and sell grain! Once arrested for illegal sales, it will be severely punished! The city hall also welcomes any report from the city residents, and if it is found to be valid, it will be rewarded with 25 silver wolves!"

Snakefang's mouth opened wide in surprise, he didn't expect to hear such amazing news as soon as he came!

Those aristocrats actually want to ban the sale of grain!

Moreover, the price of grain collected and sold by the town hall was very low, and the early arrival of the Demon Moon had caused the price of grain in the fortress to rise step by step, and now it was about three times the market price - it was obvious that the price of grain would not fall until the heavy snow dissipated. According to the price in the new policy, who is willing to sell it to the city hall cheaply, but how much grain the other party pulls out, the nobles and merchants can swallow as much as they want, haven't the prince and the castle lord thought about this question?

But...... What would have become if they had forbade private sales? Snake Fang shuddered, knowing that most of the food in the hands of most civilians was bought from rats. Once this passage is cut off and the grain in the market is swept away by the noble merchants, I am afraid that a great chaos is about to come! )