"We released a monster."

Comey thought.

He wiped his forehead with a silk handkerchief and tried to wipe away the sweat that did not exist. This action had been repeated several times, so the woman sitting opposite him was very sure that he must have wiped out nothing, but he had to do something to cover up his nervousness.

In Ilga, Northern Territory, Comey has been ordered to come here for more than a year.

At first, he just came to integrate the few steps of chess that Robert arranged in the Northern Territory, and then asked them to try to perform a rehearsal according to the script given by Robert.

He recalled that the ship loaded with "actors" sailed into the port of Ilga this morning.

But he never expected that the result of the performance would be beyond everyone's imagination.

...

night.

Noisy and irritable.

The flames were engulfing the steeple roof of Ilga City Hall. In the small square in front of the city hall, a pile of huge bonfires were lit. The flames of the bonfires were even higher than the four-story town hall.

The young man carrying a scimitar on his shoulder dragged a fat man with a scar on his body, walked into the square amid the loud cheers or scoldings of the onlookers and brought the fat man to the fire.

The fat man's dirty red jacket was torn in the dragging process, and the exposed silk shirt failed to hold on for a few steps, so he burst into tears and only his fair skin rubbed against the rough ground of the square, and another blood mark was added to the ground without much trouble.

"Mayor Garzarov, wake up quickly, everyone is not in a hurry to see you for the last time."

The young man with scimitar hair was messy and randomly tied up behind his head. He squatted beside the unconscious fat man and slapped the fat man's face twice with the scimitar blade.

Seeing that the fat man was still closing his eyes tightly, the man shook the scimitar on his hand, blood splattered, and an ear flew out.

The fat man immediately covered his broken ears and started wailing. His fat body tried his best to roll in the place, but because he was stepped on by the other two people with his feet, he could only shake his bloody big head left and right.

"It's true that I'm still alive! Wouldn't you wake up early? I have to use my grandfather..." The man of scimitar grabbed the fat Mayor Garzarov with one hand from the ground, stretched out his feet and kicked him on the bend of his legs, knelt on the ground, and slapped him on the top of his head, forcing him to bow his head.

Garzarov knelt down to the crowd stuffed with the square, and the bonfire behind him soared into the sky.

"equality!"

Someone shouted loudly.

The first few rows of the crowd were strong warriors wearing various armors. They had a unified logo. Each of them wore a smiling mask, pale and thin faces, and exaggerated smiles. The corners of their mouths were raised hard, and the two beards on their lips were raised upwards.

"equality!"

The smiling masked warriors also shouted loudly, neatly! Powerful!

Behind the Smiling Mask Warriors were the residents of Ilga, most of them were still in panic and fear, but some of them were still so excited that their facial muscles were twisted, and they shouted with the Smiling Mask Warriors, so crazy that their eyes were ignited. Maybe it was just a reflection of the firelight of the bonfire.

"We want equality!"

The people responded to neat slogans in a sparse manner.

A figure flew out of the flames, and after the figure left, the bonfire became much smaller.

The figure rushed up to the sky and burst into a fire ring in the air.

Then the square suddenly became commotion, and warriors with smiling masks from multiple directions entered the square, each dragging a man and woman who were once dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Through the passage given out by people, these smiling masked warriors took all the prisoners to the bonfire and arranged for the prisoners to kneel down like a scimitar young man.

The ring of fire gradually expanded to illuminate the night sky, but the figures slowly fell and finally landed at the top of the city hall building.

The flames burning the city hall seemed to be poured on the head, and the fire suddenly became smaller. However, under the reflection of the fire, the people on the roof seemed extremely tall.

"Today! Our Revenge Army is here..."

The figure on the roof spoke, and it was indeed a young woman's voice.

“We, like many of you, lived a peaceful life, we were not rich or powerful.

I rented land for the nobles and men, and hoped that after paying the land rent, there would be enough food for the whole family to survive. If I could get more balance, I would save it carefully and go to the town to buy a few feet of soft cotton fabric produced by Stuart to make clothes.

Working in the factory of the noble master, I worked for more than ten hours a day. When I got off work, I fell tired on the wooden bed and didn't want to move. What I most look forward to was paydays. If I had enough money, I could go to the tavern to have a few sips of beer.

Even those who were lucky enough to break through the extraordinary had just replaced River with silver coins, sour beer with sweet wine, and Stuart's cotton with southern silk.

In the end, we still have nothing but live more difficult.

The efforts and rewards of all living beings should be equal.

Why do we work so hard but still live hard?”

The woman's speech paused. Although the distance was far away, everyone in the square felt that the person on the roof was staring at him with cold eyes.

"Then why are these nobles born without working, but living in a life of luxury!

They have ready-made octaves to break through the extraordinary, and even if we ordinary children are talented enough, they still need to sign a contract to sell their bodies for decades to buy quotas from them?

Why are the land belonging to them? We can only rent their land to grow food!

Since the land belongs to them, why do the tax officials of the empire still ask us civilians to pay the land tax?

Whoever pays the land tax? Isn’t it natural?

Just because they are nobles and relatives of the royal family, they can be exempted from commercial taxes, count taxes and customs duties.

Not to mention the exploitation of corrupt officials, just talking about taxation. The factories founded by us civilians need to pay a lot of taxes, and the factories of the nobles do not have to pay anything. In this way, how can we compete with these noble factories!

After all civilian factories and workshops went bankrupt, they not only raised prices, but also reduced workers' wages.

The nobles and officials brought every Rifle and every silver coin into their pockets.

They lived in a gorgeous mansion, served by beautiful maids, dressed in exquisite clothes with hand-embroidered clothes, and ate strange beast plants in the magnificent palace.

When we work hard in the fields and factories, what are these noble men doing?

They were holding luxurious dance parties, hunting rabbits and pheasants in the countryside, and spending a lot of money in the imperial capital to buy all kinds of extravagant things we have never seen before.

The most mellow wine, the most fragrant tea, and the most beautiful women are all the nobles and have nothing to do with us.

But the tax officials pester us civilians every day.

I remember twenty years ago, a mu of land in the Northern Region only had to pay a silver coin land tax. In recent years, the land tax has been rising steadily. Now a mu of land has to pay three silver coin land tax. After deducting the land rent given to the nobles, the income from farming is difficult to support the family.

Heavy taxes drive us from our hometown land to work in the city.

Are we not working hard enough?

Don't we work?

Why do you get nothing even if you work hard, except for your tired body?

And they can enjoy everything?

Is this fair?"

The woman on the roof asked a loud question.

“Unfair…”

A cowardly voice in the crowd said, "It's not loud, and the words are almost inaudible at the end."

“Unfair!”

Someone shouted in a hurry.

“Unfair!”

Many people's voices came into one place.

"We want equality!"

A masked warrior striking the armor and lifting the weapon in his hand.

"We want equality!"

The masked warriors shouted in unison.

"We want equality! We want equality! We want equality!"

The people in the square, who could not get close to the square and looked around the nearby streets, pushed open their windows and looked at the city hall in the flames, and everyone's voices finally gathered together, and the slogans spread throughout the city of Ilga.

Mayor Gazarov, who was kneeling on the ground, shivered. He didn't know whether it was because of the loss of his ears and the pain or was shocked by the citizens. His pants were wet and flowed to the ground of the square.

The woman spread her hands and pressed down, and the noisy square gradually became quiet.

She continued to say in a magnetic voice: "Today, our revenge army came to Ilga to punish these nobles and officials who exploited and oppressed civilians.

We draw our swords from the nobles, we draw our swords from the officials, and we draw our swords from those who block us.

The city guards, they prevented us from punishing these nobles with bad records, so we cut them down.”

The woman pointed at the dock from a distance.

These samurai with a smiling mask landed from the pier and rushed into the city.

Ilga has been in peace for a long time, and the so-called city guards only have the ability to arrest bandits and are about to collapse in front of a group of powerful and ruthless warriors.

High-end combat power cannot withstand these masked warriors.

The woman on the roof killed two masters with one against two, namely the captain of the city guard and the chief entourage of the prince's mansion.

As a result, more than a dozen masters organized by Ilga City were quickly defeated, and several were killed and surrendered and captured.
To be continued...