Fel doesn't lie to you

Chapter 482 Error
The aristocrats were indeed popping champagne.

"This Li Ke is really ignorant."

The aged nobleman shook his head and looked at his son.

"If he wants to increase his prestige, he should talk to us and distribute food directly... Who does he think he is? Even King Varian can't do such a thing."

He couldn't help but sneered, Li Ke distributed food for fame, these people had already guessed, after all, Li Ke's wool cloth business made many Stormwind people unlucky.

That's not good news for someone who wants to rule Stormwind in the future, someone who wants to put down roots in this land.

only……

You want prestige, what do you mean without us?
Farmers are people, so what are we?
The old nobleman continued to shake his champagne. He was satisfied with the taste of champagne, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

He is different from those civilians who don't know how to enjoy. The common people eat to fill their stomachs, but they do it for enjoyment.

So they can warm a pot of tea, eat pastries for an hour or two, and then go for a walk in the garden, draw a portrait, and talk about state affairs by the way.

What do commoners who only know how to farm and find something to eat know?
Do they know how to fight?Do they understand politics?
Do they know how to govern the country?
They can't even write their own names, expect these people to say good things about him?
dream.

"I think he wants to cry now. After all, the money is spent and the matter is not done. Everyone wants to cry."

The old nobleman swayed the wine glass in his hand and laughed again.

He has plenty of time and manpower to play with Li Ke, he doesn't need to work, and he doesn't need to do work, those untouchables below will naturally do things.There are servants for eating and dressing, and there are servants for various chores, and most of them do not need to pay.

Where's Li Ke?
He must be struggling financially right now?
Thinking of the news that Li Ke was called by Terenas, the old nobleman couldn't help laughing again.

"Yes, father, but..."

His son nodded, but with a worried look on his face.

"What's the matter? My son, why are you so worried?"

The old nobleman looked at his son and shook his head.

"Miss Hein's is over there, you should talk to her more."

He pointed to his best friend's daughter, that Miss Hayne had a pair of coveted chest and buttocks, and she was also very good looking. A son of his age needed such a woman.

"I just think, shouldn't we give those people some food?"

The nobleman's son stood by the window, looking out beyond the garden, where he could barely see the sallow-faced villagers, citizens who had come to borrow money and food, citizens with their own land.

But even if they have their own land, their spirits are not much better than other farmers.

Hearing his son's words, the old nobleman sat up in fright. He looked around and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that no one heard his son's stupid words. Then he put down the wine glass in his hand angrily and grabbed his He took off his son's collar and walked to the place where the guests used to rest.

Although it is a room for guests to rest, the environment here is very good, with velvet bedding and pillows, gilt decorations and various artworks.

But these things couldn't make the old father's anger lessen.

"Look at what you have said!"

The old father looked at his son angrily.

"You almost made our family lose face in front of everyone! Son! How could you say such outrageous words!!"

The old father's anger left the son in a daze.

"But father, they are too pitiful, and they are still very hungry. If there is a riot..."

But as soon as his words fell, his father spoke impatiently!

"That's what our knights and soldiers do! Why do you think we keep so many soldiers in captivity? My son, to ensure that these people have no ability to resist!"

His son was a little shocked. He thought it was natural for the lord to collect taxes, but he had never heard his father say that.

"But they will starve to death and reduce our income, and the Holy Light Church..."

What the son said gave the old father a headache. He finally understood that he shouldn't let his son hang out with those scholars and alchemists all day long.

"It seems that I have indeed lacked some discipline for you. Those alchemists who claim that knowledge and enthusiasm are the foundation of a person are indeed cancerous, my son. Let me tell you this, the anger and lives of those farmers are meaningless! All we need is the food they grow, the commodities they work on, and their taxes! As long as these are in hand! Then it doesn’t matter if they die! And what do you think the Church of the Holy Light does?! The Church of the Holy Light makes These look reasonable! That's what they do! If one dies there will be another, you just need slightly better conditions and they'll come like locusts! My son! We don't need them at all Care about their feelings and life and death! Our rule depends on those soldiers! Not the Holy Light and the Church of the Holy Light!"

The old father got a little excited.

"The Church of the Holy Light will tell you that the Holy Light loves everyone equally, but they must be law-abiding people, and those who commit crimes, abandon their wives and family members and leave the place of residence, and those who let the land Become barren, lazy people are not worthy of heaven! We believe in the Holy Light because the Holy Light can really bring power, and a lot of benefits, so that the people below obey our laws, so that they are not easy to betray! Not us I really believe in the so-called equality of all! My son! Don't be fooled by your alchemy teachers and pastor teachers!"

The son of the nobleman wanted to say something else.

"But... Father..."

"Nothing but!"

The old father pointed with his cane to his son's favorite suit, and pointed to a jeweled button.

"Guess how many farmers will work for this jewel button of yours? Go pity them? Then son, if we give up these grains, guess how much you will lose."

The old father took a deep breath.

"You will lose two maids, because it is impossible for us to reduce the treatment of the knights, and your dream of being a painter will also be broken, and you will no longer be able to use those alchemy raw materials at will in Stormwind City, because these are all I was able to give it to you because these untouchables couldn’t get enough to eat, so think about your life without these... Now, do you know what’s wrong?”

The noble's son was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I know I was wrong, Father."

(End of this chapter)