You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 119
The attitude of the residents of "Talek" towards the Mystic Moon Grass has changed several times.

It is said that the Mystical Moon Grass did not appear in the early days of the reign of Bishop Zemra of the Church of the Earth Father in "Talek".

It started when the town was "upgraded" from a village to a town and was officially recognized by the kingdom, and then appeared in the lives of the residents with the entry of traveling merchants.

At first, people had no special attitude towards it.

Just think of it as a refreshing herbal medicine that business travelers from other places like to use.

Later, the town developed rapidly in terms of commerce and tourism due to the fur trade and its unique location as the "Northernmost Point of the Kingdom".

The lives of local civilians improved accordingly.

Some civilians with extra money have also begun to try moongrass, an herb that traveling merchants say is "incomparably miraculous."

The price of moongrass is calculated by weight and sold by the bag.

A bag of milkweed wrapped in papyrus paper is about 10 grams.

At that time, traveling merchants generally charged between 70 and 80 farnic copper for the entire bag.

For those who are conservative or have families, this price is completely beyond the acceptable range.

Although the leather factory was newly built at that time and was in urgent need of manpower, the maximum weekly salary for leather workers was even 70 coppers or more.

That is, the monthly salary is close to three farnic silver.

But a bag of moongrass, which costs a week's wages, is obviously not among their considerations.

Those who really want to try Moon Grass are mainly young people who have more active thinking and have not yet started a family.

A small number of these young people give up after trying moongrass for the first time.

Many people think that having tried it is an eye-opener, while others simply think that the burning smell of moongrass is too pungent to smoke.

Most of the rest, however, got sucked into it.

They began to invest more and more of their salary in buying moongrass, and many people wanted to have such a bite even if they cut down on their meals.

The traveling merchants who sell milkweed also smoke it themselves.

It's just that most of them have a clear understanding of the addictive nature of the Mystic Moon Grass, and use it as a backup method——

For example, because the inn station cannot be found at night, and the environment at that time is not suitable for parking and resting, it is necessary to stimulate the body and drive all night.

Or maybe he was injured by a wild beast or a robber while traveling and needed analgesia, etc.

Very few of the traveling merchants who sell and stock mysticia smoke it for sheer enjoyment and indulgence.

In other words, there must have been such traveling merchants, but when they reached that point, they could no longer become merchants.

Therefore, these rational traveling merchants have strict control over their own consumption of moongrass, but they cannot control others so much.

If there is still some bottom line, they will not get involved in the business of entering the moon grass. They will only store the moon grass for their own use and mainly engage in fur business.

And those who have no bottom line naturally refuse to refuse anyone who comes, and even collude with the guards and take the initiative to shout.

For a border town like "Talek" that lacks entertainment, the harm caused by the moongrass to people is devastating.

You know, at that time, "Talek" was undoubtedly on the rise.

The rapid development of the fur industry has given all local residents, rich and poor, unprecedented opportunities.

However, when those astute poor people and wealthy civilians who had some wealth were seizing the time to accumulate wealth and join the Church of Father Earth, a considerable number of them could have provided stable manpower and tax revenue for the "Talek", but due to their willpower Young people who are controlled by the temptation of Mystical Moon Grass due to limitations of their own vision, etc. are gradually sinking.

At that time, Father Earth Church was faced with the rapid development of the town and had many things to deal with, so it did not focus on this "insignificant" matter.

Compared with the possible negative impacts of forcibly controlling the spontaneous behaviors of businessmen and civilians, the issue of "special cases" for a small portion of the population does not seem to be that important.

Even the residents of "Talek" mostly think that smoking moonweed is just a "luxury entertainment".

But things are changing faster than anyone thought.

With the influx of immigrants from "Dok" and "Fuyi", the fur industry in "Talek" is gradually saturated, and the animal population on the south bank of the Nalchik River is also rapidly declining.

Hunters' harvests began to deteriorate, and workers' wages dropped again and again.

The town's prosperity has come to an end.

And those who are already addicted cannot afford the cost of Mystic Moon Grass at this time.

Problems broke out.

Crazy drug addicts rob, steal, and even attack others without purpose, posing an unprecedented threat to the security of the town.

It was then that the residents of "Talek" truly saw the ugly behavior of the poisonous insects that had been sucking the moongrass for a long time.

The Church of Father Earth did not choose to completely eradicate the poisonous insects, because the problem of Mystic Moon Grass was already deep-rooted.

Once a complete liquidation is carried out, the shock caused is likely to bring another heavy blow to "Talek" whose development has stalled.

However, they did not do nothing.

On the one hand, the church deals with the superficial poisonous insects that disrupt the order.

On the other hand, under the leadership of the clergy, the guards forcibly sent the suspicious individuals who often interacted with the Moongrass vendors and other criminals captured by the town to the wasteland to the west of the town, provided basic food and materials, and Checkpoints were set up at various intersections to force them to settle there.

Later, it evolved into Ligang Street, which was hated by people in the town.

It should be said that the effect of this measure is good, but in essence it only alleviates rather than solves the problem.

The common people hate the moongrass very much and want to solve its poison, because their relatives, friends and even family members are facing the harm of the moongrass.

This harm may come from the moongrass itself or from the poisonous insects controlled by the moongrass.

But without official support, their hatred can only remain at the slogan stage.

Fortunately, now, the gift of black is here.

When the gift of black clothes comes, there will be a blue sky!

After a roar of "son of a bitch".

The crowd immediately erupted in waves of noise.

"Kill this heinous scum!"

"Heads fall to the ground! We want to see other people's heads fall to the ground!"

"Enemy of the people! Enemy of the people!"

The atmosphere of restlessness continues to rise.

Some people in the crowd began to speak loudly and personally about the harm that Mystical Moon Grass had brought to their families.

In order to raise money to buy the moon grass, some poisonous insects who had been driven out secretly sneaked back home and stole all the family's savings.

Someone's younger brother was blinded by a poisonous insect who overdosed on moongrass and became delirious.

Another family’s daughter was deceived by a classmate who was addicted to drugs, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

One after another past events are uncovered, one after another tragedy is counted.

More and more people have joined the ranks of denouncing Mystic Moon Grass.

The walls of the Holy Square and the surrounding lights illuminated the faces of a portion of the crowd.

They were faces infected and inspired by the anger around them.

They also serve as sources to spread emotions further.

As the night fell, the crowd gathered together, roaring and roaring, the sound overwhelming like a tsunami.

Anger spread like an unstoppable torrent.

Everyone clenched their fists, ready to pour out their endless anger.

Soon, the anger grew into a wild and uncontrollable force.

All kinds of angry and cursing sounds came and went, and everyone was immersed in collective madness.Some of them were jumping and shouting, trying to vent their pent-up emotions.

The desire for revenge is rising!
People eagerly awaited York's execution.

They want this drug dealer who has committed many crimes to taste the deepest pain in the world, as if only in this way can he calm down his inner anger.

"eye for eye!"

"Blood sacrifice to the gods!!"

"Die! Die! Die!!!"

Chaotic roars began to gather, and people's emotions were like tightly packed fists, eager to release their power.

Ige stood on the execution platform, looked at the crowd below, and nodded imperceptibly.

Eric did a great job.

The current execution is the first public execution in the history of the Tarek.

The identity of the prisoner and the reason for his execution were clearly disclosed to the public and open to public scrutiny.

The residents of "Talek" may not yet understand the significance and importance of this event.

But for Iger, who made the decision, it was monumental.

Because this is a manifestation of his further understanding of "etiquette" after becoming a "gentleman in black"!
The more he tried to understand and practice, the more he realized the deep meaning behind the "tolerance" that God taught him.

Look at the angry crowd in the audience!
If only Ige had followed convention and killed York in prison.

Then the residents can certainly know that justice has been done from the subsequent announcement from the City Lord's Mansion.

But this is not very helpful for them to understand the specific contributions made by the City Lord's Mansion and how well they have been protected.

Naturally, they cannot feel the huge power they enjoy as residents of "Talek".

But now the criminal is only given a little tolerance, allowing him a few more days to sort out his remains, and the residents of the city are united by anger.

After tonight, their lives may not change substantially.

But when every worker is working, whenever he thinks of tonight's execution, he will unconsciously puff up his chest with pride.

Because they will think their opinions are valuable!
You will think that your venting and scolding have produced results!
And this concept will continue to spread, subtly affecting more people who did not come to the scene tonight.

Tolerance brings execution, and execution brings unity and glory!

This is absolutely unprecedented progress.

As far as Iger knew, no town was willing to offer its residents such an illusion.

It was the news that Rodney had two prisoners bring to Eagle that gave Eagle a sense of urgency.

It also gave him a new perspective of thinking.

Although the gods never told him explicitly, the Black Rite might be hostile to Symmetra, who ruled the kingdom in the future.

But starting from the night when God began to test him and suddenly let go three years ago, he had a vague feeling.

That is, the gift of black clothes is different.

It is different from any other church power in the kingdom.

It can only accept allies and vassals.

Can't accept anyone's rule.

The so-called "surrender" is essentially just because the church is not barbaric enough and needs to accumulate strength.

Only when you are brutal enough can you be noble enough.

Wait until they are more barbaric and cruel than all the forces in the world.

The gift of black clothes will naturally become the most noble and civilized force!
This is why he went against all objections and invested a large amount of his income to build towering walls and dig moats for "Talek".

Similarly, when the minions of the God of Order are approaching, he must also shoulder the responsibility of an apostle and use all means to build "Talek" into an unbreakable fortress.

In this way, when the worst happens, "Talek" will have the confidence to persevere.

The alliance with the Balance Church and the Earth Father Church is certainly a potential boost that needs to be maintained.

But fundamentally, it is still necessary to develop "Talek"'s own strength.

In terms of economy, the fur industry has certainly made today's "Talek" a reality, but it has also left other industries, especially some key strategic industries, lacking motivation.

This is an issue that Ige and various city departments will focus on solving next.

on the other hand
Ige looked at the surging crowd below the stage.

Their faces, twisted with rage and hatred, gave Ig a sense of potential.

Potential to follow the path of liturgy!
Perhaps his previous judgment was a bit one-sided.

When civilians hold management positions, they are indeed inferior to those who come from wealthy families.

But with the right guidance, they have the potential to become loyal warriors for their gods.

Now they were guided by members of the security ministry who were in the crowd.

On the battlefield, they were ordered by clerics in the army.

Perhaps Igben does not have to polish them into management materials with administrative capabilities.

They just need to be like this.

Just bring out the savagery in your heart.

Look at the crowd and scan everyone's body.

The rectangles made of flesh and blood.

There were crazy roars coming from all directions.

Something dawned on Eagle.

Silvery white light flashed from his body.

He sidled toward York.

With every step he took, he could hear hoarse cheers coming from the audience.

He walked past Boyce, who was standing in silence, and came to York, who was being held up.

York was already frightened out of his mind.

His legs were bent weakly and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing Ige coming, his face became even paler and he murmured:
"Ige. Lord Ige, please let me go."

"I am. I am loyal to you."

Ige smiled, and the mysterious realization made his heart jump for joy, and his whole person was filled with a sense of satisfaction:
"That's great!"

For a moment, York thought there was still a chance.

However, Ige's next words immediately made him fall into the abyss.

"If you are loyal to me, offer your head."

"Did you hear the voices in the audience?"

"We need your head!"

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