Game of the World Tree Chapter 888: Resistance (Updated)

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"Resist! We must resist! Overthrow the nobility and the Eternal Church, and establish a fair and beautiful country like the Maple Moon Free Territory!"

In a tavern in Manyia City, an obviously drunk man said angrily.

His voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly in the small tavern, causing the people around him to look at him with fear, admiration, but also some alienation and pity.

Almost instantly, there was a lot of space around him, leaving only his companion with a frightened look on his face, nervously pulling on his sleeves, looking worriedly in a certain direction of the tavern, and holding back. He couldn't help but whisper anxiously:

"Are you crazy!? The guards were drinking over there. They heard your complaints and came to arrest you soon!"

Hearing his companion’s words, the drunkard burped.

His red eyes, which was either due to drinking too much or being too angry, stared at a silver-armored guard sitting on the other side of the pub, who also had a large empty seat next to him. There seemed to be endless flames spraying from the depths.

"So what if we are arrested? The worst is death! Rather than being forced to death by the new tax bill and conscription decree, it is better to stand up and resist! It's all death. If you die in Dororia Castle, maybe you can be like Lord St. John is remembered by the world like that!"

The drunkard pounded the table with his fists and roared angrily.

After hearing his words, the people in the tavern had very complicated looks.

As if thinking of the recent series of events in the country, a feeling of sadness spread in the tavern.

The drunkard's complaints continued. He drank, roared, and cried bitterly.

Under his influence, the mood of the tavern guests became obviously lost and sad, and under the sadness, suppressed was dissatisfaction and anger...

One after another, there was a faint sound of discussion:

"But...what can we do? The nobles are too powerful, but we have nothing..."

"Yes, a single spell from the noble Lord can burn this entire tavern to the ground. How can we resist?"

"No! Can't the weak resist? I think he is right, no matter how weak we are, we will still bite a piece of meat from these hateful aristocratic pigs and church dogs!"

"The Life Church is right. We are all citizens of the empire, so why should they be superior to others? Why should they be superior to others and oppress us?"

"That's right! The greed of the nobles and the Eternal Church has no bottom line. If we don't resist, our situation will only get worse!"

"We must resist! We must overthrow this decadent country!"

The more people talked, the more excited they became, and the more they talked, the angrier they became. In the end, the entire tavern seemed to be ablaze with civilian anger.

It wasn't until the guard sitting inside stood up that the tavern suddenly became quiet again.

Only extraordinary people can serve as guards, and as Manian guards loyal to the empire, they are also hounds raised by the royal family, nobles and churches.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the guards, with strong hostility, dissatisfaction and fear hidden deep in their eyes.

The guards did not pay attention to the sight of these civilians.

He stared at the drunkard who complained first, his eyes dark.

Feeling the guard's gaze, the drunkard glared at him and shouted:

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to arrest the followers of the Church of Life? Aren't you going to arrest the resisters? Come and arrest me! You lackey of the Church and the Empire! Bah!"

The guard frowned and walked towards him, but he was quickly stopped by the tavern owner with a flattering look on his face:

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight, calm down, calm down, don't worry about him being an idiot. I know this guy, he is usually very honest, but he definitely drank too much today! Don't get along with him..."

At the same time, several young citizens who had just been talking and who also showed a strong dislike for the nobility and the church also stood up, either blocking the drunkard or standing with him. .

The guard raised his eyebrows and walked past the tavern owner.

The civilians on the drunkard's side calmly picked up the wine bottles and fruit knives on the table, and some even picked up stools.

They stared at the guards as if facing a formidable enemy.

A tense atmosphere began to spread in the tavern.

"Come on! Lackeys of the nobles! Let me see if you **** of the Guard are really as powerful as the legends say!"

The drunkard cursed with red eyes.

For a time, the smell of gunpowder in the tavern became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that a fight might happen at any time.

The tavern owner's expression changed slightly. He looked around, quickly called the waiter, and gave some orders, while the waiter hurriedly ran out.

However, just when everyone thought a battle was about to break out, the guard just reached out and patted the drunkard's shoulder gently:

"Calm down, my friend, there is no point in relying on enthusiasm alone."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the tavern without looking back, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said:

"Besides, I am just a guard, not a noble or a monk."

Then, his figure disappeared from people's sight.

Only the drunkards and other civilians with confused faces were left, as well as the hotel owner who breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, a soldier dressed as a mercenary walked in under the leadership of a waiter. His eyes wandered around the tavern and he frowned:

"Where are the guards?"

"Gone, already gone."

The tavern owner said fearfully.

"Gone?"

The mercenary was stunned.

Then there were some doubts:

"Can those **** leave so calmly after the conflict?"

"Who knows...I don't know when such a panic day will end..."

The tavern owner sighed.

"Hey, if you can't get rid of the noble pigs and church dogs, it will never be the beginning!"

The mercenary sneered.

The tavern owner was stunned, as if he didn't expect that the mercenary in front of him, who was said to be often employed by imperial officials and had a good relationship with the Mania City Guards, would say the same thing.

……

On the other side, the guard leaving the tavern turned left and right, and soon turned into an inconspicuous alley in Manyia.

He entered deep into the alley and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A vigilant inquiry came from inside the door.

"It's me, Bowen."

The guard's voice was low and authentic.

The door opened quickly, and a young man appeared and said in surprise:

"Captain Bowen, you are here!"

The guard named Bowen nodded slightly.

"Is the tutor here?"

he asked.

"We have arrived and are waiting for you inside, and there are new guests here today."

"New guest?"

Bao En raised his eyebrows.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the other party's excited look, and his heart moved:

"Isn't it someone from the southwest?"

As if realizing that he had missed the point, the young man quickly covered his mouth with an exaggerated expression, then slowly put down his hand and smiled mysteriously:

"You will know it when you meet the instructor."

Looking at the young man's secrecy, Bowen laughed.

He shook his head slightly and walked into the door.

The young man looked around warily after Bowen entered, and finally quietly closed the door.

Entering the door, passing through the living room and corridor, Bowen came to the deepest room.

"Mentor, Commander Bowen is here."

The young man knocked on the door and said respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, an energetic voice came from the door:

"Come in."

The young man stepped aside, while Bowen took a breath, adjusted his armor, and opened the door to enter.

This is a small conference room. There is a small and beautiful goddess statue in the front, and in front of the conference table, there is a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe.

I saw Bowen kneeling on one knee, reaching out and drawing a standard scepter symbol on his chest, and said solemnly:

"Deputy Commander of the Empire's 7th Guards Corps, Bowen...has met his mentor!"

"Don't be so formal. We are all believers of the goddess, and we are all comrades fighting for our ideals."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

After speaking, he looked serious again and asked seriously:

"Mr. Bowen, do you have any news recently?"

Bao En sighed lightly:

"Since the new law was implemented, it has become more and more chaotic. Before I came here, I almost had a conflict with someone in the tavern, and the reason was just because I was a member of the Guards Corps."

"The anger of the people can no longer be suppressed..."

After listening to his words, the middle-aged man sighed:

"There is no way, the nobles and the Eternal Church have never truly regarded ordinary people, especially the vast majority of the people at the bottom, as compatriots. This is the tragedy of the empire and the tragedy of mankind."

As he spoke, he asked again:

"By the way, how's it going with the Legion?"

Bao En looked solemn:

"Except for the regiment leader's trusted troops, 70% of the soldiers are willing to join the righteous side and resist the decadent empire at the most critical moment!"

"Very good! With your joining, we will definitely defeat the darkness and usher in the light!"

The middle-aged priest was overjoyed.

After listening to his words, Bowen sighed:

"You also know that the vast majority of the 7th Guards Corps we are responsible for staying behind are selected from civilians. Everyone has long been dissatisfied with the empire's practices in recent years."

"It's all for the future..."

The middle-aged priest sighed softly.

And Bowen thought for a while and said worriedly:

"But... mentor, our Seventh Guards Corps is too weak. Even if we all join the resistance, it may be difficult to defeat the power of the nobles and seize control of the Parliament."

"So, we have to find stronger power!"

The middle-aged priest said with firm eyes.

Bao En’s heart moved:

"Tutor, I heard from Geoffrey that there are guests coming today? Is this related to this?"

The middle-aged priest smiled slightly:

"This is exactly what I want to say next. Haven't you always been curious about who I learned the teachings of the Goddess Crown? Today I will introduce to you, my former mentor..."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the back door on the other side of the conference room.

Bao En was curious and quickly followed.

The back door of the conference room leads to a small courtyard, and in the courtyard, a leafy oak tree is planted.

Under the oak tree, a tall red-haired elf was admiring the fountain not far away with his hands behind his back.

Elves? !

Bao En's eyes widened, and then he became energetic.

"Lord Demacia, Bowen is here."

The middle-aged priest said respectfully.

Demacia...

Hearing this familiar name, Bowen was slightly startled.

He had a vague feeling that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Until the middle-aged priest reminded me:

"Lord Demacia is one of the compilers of the "Holy Scripture of Life" and has extremely high attainments in theoretical research on the Church of Life. It was he who recorded the legendary story of Lord St. John and opened the door for us. People’s wisdom!”

It turns out to be him!

Bowen suddenly understood and then stood in awe.

I saw him kneeling on one knee and bowed respectfully and excitedly to Demacia:

"Life Believer Bowen...has met Lord Demacia!"

"Haha, there is no need to be so polite, and there is no need to be so nervous. We are all believers of the goddess, we are all one family."

Demacia smiled.

Don't tell me, when this unscrupulous guy becomes serious, he really looks a bit like a human being and bluffing people.

Feeling Demacia's refreshing attitude, Bowen felt even more respectful.

The middle-aged priest bowed and said respectfully:

"Lord Demacia, I just discussed with Bowen. Although we have decided to resist, our strength is too weak. Even if Bowen instigates the rebellion, we may not be able to defeat the high-level guards. Even nobles who are legendary professionals..."

"You said before that we would bring new power. Did you mean that the Elf Forest would send out an army of Elf Chosen Ones?"

The middle-aged priest and Bowen looked expectant, but Demacia shook her head slightly:

"No, the crisis of the human world and the history of the human world are of course best solved and rewritten by humans themselves. We will provide some combat power, but the most important thing is yourselves."

"Ourselves?"

The two were slightly startled.

"You mean, do you mean that we still have any power we can fight for?"

The middle-aged priest’s eyes lit up.

"To be more precise, they have been won over, and what we are doing now is to enable them to be liberated and join us."

Demacia replied with a smile.

"Liberation?"

The two looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

Demacia smiled slightly and asked meaningfully:

"Two of you, tell me...except for the Eternal Church, where is the place with the largest number of extraordinary people in Mania?"

"Imperial Parliament? Most of the nobles are extraordinary people with considerable strength."

Bowen thought.

"No."

Demacia shook her head.

As he spoke, he turned around and looked in a certain direction:

"Beyond the Eternal Church in Mania, the place with the most extraordinary power is not the Parliament or the Royal Palace, but there."

The two of them followed his gaze and saw a towering and gloomy castle.

That is the castle where political prisoners and heretics of the Holy Maninia Empire are imprisoned. It is a prison that is said to never be breached. It is also one of the symbols of the authority of the entire Holy Maninia Empire - Dororia.