Netheril Glory Chapter 620: Tangled mind

Pandora’s request was answered. She got a storage ring from Punk. The storage ring sent through the small mini portal contained a lot of gold coins in it. The number was probably equivalent to Hatak. The taxation of the imperial kingdom for two or three years

These gold coins are not even fractions for Punk. After all, King Khatak would have to pay 30% of the tax to Punk as a tribute every year. In the past few hundred years, the caster has been busy with the "interference mechanism" Things and the potions experiment of "simmering stew", he has not worked hard to refine the pile of gold coins into fine gold for a long time, so... now the large piles of gold coins in the warehouse of Punk have been loaded quickly No longer.

The Punk, which has no Dragon blood and doesn’t like those gold glitter coins, doesn’t care to take out a bunch of them and give them to Pandora-anyway, it’s like cleaning up the warehouse, and speeding up the pace of Ganatika as a "hero". You can pit a lot of Scottish kings, which is much more valuable than the effort to refine a pile of gold coins into fine gold.

So, Pandora's request for help was successful.

At the beginning, the amount of gold coins the girl asked for was equivalent to two months of taxation from the King Khatak, but she didn’t expect Punk to generously fill the gold coins with a storage ring, although Punk warned Pandora not to allow any more Such "little things" risked exposure to contact the Magic Tower, but Pandora was already satisfied with so much money.

"In this way, Ganatika should be able to sigh without worry, he has been exhausted for the poor people's livelihood............"

This is the girl’s first thought. Holding the cold storage ring softly, Pandora will feel like the sun shines when she thinks of the young boy who has grown from a young to a handsome and handsome smile. Inner warmth".

But...the feeling of happiness did not stay in her heart for too long. After thinking a little about the meaning of these gold coins, the cheerful expression on the delicate face of the beautiful girl disappeared.

Standing quietly on an empty field, Pandora suddenly covered her head in pain and squatted down. She pressed her exquisite storage ring into the palm of her hand until the ring jewelry cut her finger, and Pandora didn’t. Stop your exertion.

"...No, no, this is to complete the master's task, this is for the collapse and destruction of the Scottish kingdom, I should not have those feelings, I am not worthy of happiness"!

I don’t know when it started. Pandora’s heart began to repeatedly show two different, even diametrically opposed voices. The girl will be heartbroken because of each sigh of Ganatika, and she will sometimes want to tell impulsively. The impulse to the truth of the teenager-you are just a controlled puppet, the person you trust most is your biggest enemy!

But at the same time, another voice in her heart, Pandora One, always reminds the girl very sternly: you are the golem born to complete the mission, the master’s mission is the only thing that needs to be considered, all All emotions are not worth mentioning!

Pandora is entangled. She can’t tell which of these two very different emotions is her true self. At the same time, she is also deeply frightened. She is afraid of Punk, that powerful caster with a cold eye. Found her anomaly, and at the same time she was more afraid that Ganatika would find that "real" self!

"This is.........Why, what should I do, Ganatika"!

The extremely realistic blood stained the girl’s fingers, and the dripping blood beads quickly dried up on the dirty ground.

——————The dividing line——————

Emperor Scott, in the slums of Iron Barrel.

Ganatika, in a broken hut, was frowning at the thick parchment in her hand.

The current teenager is no longer the ignorant "little boy" of that year. After more than fifty years of long hair, Janatika has been "lucky" to become an official fighter Even though he still looks like the face of a young boy, time has been imprinted in Ganatika's temperament.

At the same time, Ganatika, who set his lofty ambitions on that cold night, was still advancing toward his ideals. He followed Pandora’s suggestion to form a "mutual help gang" and was developing diligently and practically. In the process, the size of the mutual aid gang expanded at a faster rate than Ganatika imagined.

Today, the mutual aid gang has become the ideal gang of many poor people in the Scottish kingdom. In this gang, free food can be received, and free clothing can be distributed to everyone, even when members face oppression There will also be special gang leaders to organize protests or mediations. Therefore, the reputation of mutual aid gangs is very loud among the Scottish poor, and even the vast majority of underworld gangs dare not provoke these large numbers of "beggars".

But at this time, Ganatika, the boss of the largest Scottish gang, was sighing in an obnoxious little room, and his inexhaustible worries accompanied his sighs.

Ganatika is worried about one of the most popular and unavoidable problems-the issue of funds.

Over the years, the mutual aid gang has always adhered to the good strategy of distributing food and clothing for free. In the past, when the number of people was small, the mutual aid gang could still be reluctant with the help of many rich people who had some conspiracy or pure kindness. Stumbled and supported.

However, since a small-scale famine occurred last year in the Kingdom of Scott, and a large number of poor people applied to join the mutual aid gang, Ganatika, who has been insisting on distributing food for free, began to feel extremely headache and helpless.

The funds in the gang are not enough, but there are still a few hundred thousand hungry people who have become "gang members" are hungry, and Ganatika cannot watch these "kind poor people" starving to death ~IndoMTL.com~ He has already spent the last bit of money in the gang for this. Now... he can’t afford the money anymore, and he can’t afford the food with rising prices!

"Boom!"

This is the sound of the wooden door of the Ganatika room being pushed open.

"Boss, you can't go on like this anymore. Our funds are used to develop gangs. If they are used to save people, we should take the money and share it with our brethren!"

Before waiting for Ganatika to turn around, the young man who almost trot in made a blunt speech with a kind speech.

"........."

Sitting down the parchment silently, Ganatika frowned tightly and turned to look at the young man who pushed in.

In fact, such protests have already happened many times in this cabin, but this time, the demographics of the people who came to Ganatika to protest are even more unkind, and their status is not so ordinary.

In the face of this young man, Ganatika really can't ignore it.