Raul suddenly raised his head, and the roar of "Who are you talking about as a pariah?" was almost blurted out. But his wrist was grabbed by his father, stopping his outburst.

Old Ma Jiya looked at her son and shook her head gently.

"Don't get me wrong. In front of the Xinkendi Legion, the only power of Xinkendi Province, everyone is a pariah." The civil servant opened the Xinkendi Province in bloody manner and showed it to Lao Ma Jiya:

"The provincial government is the servant of the legion; the autonomous town is the purse of the legion; the great parliament, which nominally represents all the free people of the province, is regarded as a rubber stamp by the legion and will only be held when it needs to be stamped."

Old Ma Jiya listened silently.

"As for you, all the 'gents'." The tone of the guru was calm, so it sounded more ironic: "On the one hand, the Legion won you over, conspired with you to extract the wealth of the new land, and rule the new land with your power; on the other hand, it suppressed you and did not share any political power with you."

The civilian official knocked on the list on the table and glanced at Xiao Ma Jiya: "The Legion itself is a highly closed and self-sufficient political entity. It only accepts members with the same identity and will never easily absorb outsiders."

Although Raul was dissatisfied, he had to admit that some of the truths the other party said.

The guru continued: "You have land, reputation, knowledge, and you are natural leaders for the vast majority of self-cultivated farmers and tenants. If you are in the United Provinces, the National Assembly will definitely have your seats; if you are in Veneta, the governor will have to listen to your opinions patiently."

The guru stood up and pointed at his nose: "But in the new land, the Legion will accept me - the son of a church serf, nor will you - even if you are the owner of a large manor of four hundred acres."

The guru looked down at Majiya and Majiya and asked, "So, you are not political pariahs, what are you?"

"You..." Old Ma Jiya raised his head with difficulty: "Forgive me for being stupid. What do you say to us to tell us?"

"I'm giving you a bid code." Baomin sat back on his original position: "You should know what we did in Tiefeng County."

Raul didn't understand why.

Lao Ma Jiya's Adam's apple flipped, and obviously knew the answer: "I heard a little."

The official guards have a sincere tone: "Please listen carefully. Personally, I prefer to keep large farms. Because only large farms can produce as much food as possible and provide food. Self-cultivated farmers will always give priority to meeting their own needs. The reward cycle is too long and we can't wait."

Lao Ma Jiya nodded gently.

"But." Baomin official looked calm and quiet: "We do not necessarily need to keep the owner class. Instead of keeping you as the owner, we would rather be the owner of the owner ourselves."

The office fell into death silence.

"Don't get me wrong. This is not a personal grudge, and you did nothing wrong." The guru picked up the upside down cup and poured a glass of clear water for the two people in front of him: "The war is about to begin, and the enemy has much more wealth, population and land than us. If we cannot mobilize our strength to the maximum extent, then we will be destined to reach the end you expected."

His voice was light, but clear, as if he was reciting a Psalm: "This is a life-and-death war, without a centrist, everyone must choose sides. So we will not tolerate uncooperatives, nor will we tolerate the sabotagers in the dark. We will use all means to survive, because only in this way can we survive."

Even the irrational Raul felt the invisible pressure exerted on his shoulders and spine.

"Mr. Majiya, I hope you can make the right choice, and I hope you can set an example." The guru sincerely invited: "In exchange, you will receive political equality... and protection of property."

The other party said too much, and Raul was confused.

Old Ma Jiya pursed her lips and stared at the other party's eyes, but she did not reply for a long time.

It was not until this moment that Madya Milok truly realized how wrong his old friend's vision was.

Pious? Kind? Easy to talk?

Fajeka's eyes were simply blind. This "son of the church serf" named Bad was clearly the most determined and impossible to be shaken among the rebels he had ever seen.

"Don't rush to answer. You will know when you need to make a choice." Baomin official glanced at the sky outside the window: "It's getting late."

Old Ma Jiya was stunned for a moment, and stood up and saluted with tactfulness: "Then we will take our leave now, Your Excellency."

"Don't worry. I've sent someone to invite Mr. Matiya Pal." The politician smiled and called out to both of them: "Although you can't take him away, you can at least let you meet again."

...

[late at night]

[Oak Town]

[Majiya Manor]

The horse's hooves shattered the tranquility of midnight, and the sleepless Mrs. Ma Jiya immediately wrapped herself in her shawl and ran out of the mansion.

At a glance, there were only three people sitting on the backs of the five horses. Ma Jiya suddenly felt cold. She staggered to her husband's horse riding, and reached out to touch the saddle bag - the gold was still inside.

"My..." Mrs. Machia's voice trembled uncontrollably: "My..."

Old Ma Jiya turned over and got off the horse and hugged her wife: "Don't worry, your son is still alive, he is very good, and he is much stronger."

Ma Jiya immediately turned sadness into joy, wiped her tears, and asked impatiently: "What..."

Old Ma Jiya shook her head and signaled Tasso and her youngest son to lead the horse back to the stable and support his wife to the mansion.

Madame Majiya felt that her husband was full of worries and seemed not to want to talk about his experience in Artemis.

Since her husband had already said that Pal was still alive, she forced herself not to ask questions. She prepared food and hot water for her husband, son and Tasso, and settled everyone down before returning to the bedroom on the second floor.

When Mrs. Majiya pushed open the door with a lantern, her husband had already fallen on the bed.

"Go to sleep." Old Ma Jiya whispered: "There are things tomorrow."

Mrs. Ma Jiya whispered, blew out the lantern, walked back to the bed with her hands and feet, and lay beside her husband.

After a while, Mrs. Ma Jiya asked a timid question:

"You... saw the Blood Wolf... Lord Blood Wolf?"

After a brief silence, Lao Ma Jiya sighed: "Rebellion... Among those people, there are not only blood wolfs. Today, Raul and I met a person who is better than blood wolfs."

Mrs. Ma Jiya said "Oh" with a slight understanding. After a while, she couldn't help asking: "Then... then haven't you seen the blood wolf?"

"Blood Wolf? I saw it." Old Ma Jiya stared at the dark roof and remembered the heroic man who suddenly appeared in the office.

He said with a lot of laughter and cry: "The Blood Wolf... is indeed extraordinary. He... He is like a vendor walking around the streets, pulling me and Raul, and selling something of him for a long time...a new plow truck."

Mrs. Machia was speechless. She recalled the things her husband brought back and asked in surprise: "You... didn't you buy it?"

"Of course I didn't buy it, and there is no shortage of plow trucks at home." Lao Ma Jiya said for granted. He coughed gently: "But I still bought some things."

“What did you buy?”

"I bought two packs of nails."

...

On the night when Majiya and his wife were bedridden and chatted, two messengers rushed into Artemis one after another, awakening the dreams of countless people. They sent them to make Mason moan in pain, silent Bard, but Winters didn't feel any surprises.

The first message comes from Jinghu County, which has been unheard of news for a long time:

The Grand Parliamentary Army was able to march at a speed beyond everyone's estimates and found the reason for intercepting coalition forces in the River Valley Village - Bazenaur did not fall; After learning about the information about the coalition dispatch, Saner would rather give up Bazenaur, which was about to fall, leaving only a small force to monitor the defenders and immediately set off to return; however, those were old accounts - Colonel Geis, Adonis, had already captured Bazenaur the day before yesterday and was captured from Colonel Gaspar.

The second message comes from the Kings Castle:
Chapter completed!