Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 262: Ebian rebellion

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? "Forget about this month's, next month will still be forty gold coins. If you can't get it out, just wait for it to be on the torture frame!"

The priests beat them up and snatched them again, then coldly threw a sentence, and then they left.

In the shop, looking at a scene of wolfishness, the two father and son wept in relative tears. Suddenly, the young man stood up angrily and rushed into the house. Not long after, he held a bright long The sword comes out.

"You...what are you going to do?" The old man asked with wide eyes.

The young man's eyes were blood-red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to fight with these gods, anyway, life can't go on!"

Speaking, he picked up the long sword and rushed out, but was held back by his old father.

"You are crazy!" The old man said anxiously, "Those guys are from the Holy See!"

"What about the people of the Holy See?"

"You are not their opponent!"

The young man wilted when he heard it, and said, "Clang--" He threw the sword on the ground, and said in a mournful voice, "How will you live in the future!"

The old man is also in tears, "Move, move away from this place that eats people without spitting out bones!"

"Oh, how good it was when the Ethiopian royal family was there before. Suffering is bitter, but now...I can't make it!" the young man sighed.

The two fathers and sons were relatively silent. After a while, they began to gather up the things on the ground. Most of the valuable materials here were removed by those people, but some remained.

Looking at this scene, Ron's nose was a little sour, and his heart was full of hatred for the Holy See.

"Let's go!"

Catherine sighed, "We can't help them!"

Ron shook his head, turned around and left, feeling extremely heavy along the way.

Turning around a street corner, at this moment, Catherine stood still suddenly, and Ron and Vivian almost hit her.

"What's the matter?" Ron wondered.

Catherine turned around and stared directly at the waists of Ron and Vivienne, "How many pockets of space do you have?"

"Two!"

"Four!"

Ron and Vivienne replied. After checking, Vivienne has two space pockets, while Ron has four. He has more opportunities to hunt exotic animals.

And Catherine has only one body for her convenience.

She smiled and said, "A total of seven pockets of space, not bad, yes, lend me two for use..."

"What do you want so many space bags for?" Ron asked strangely, as he untied the three empty space bags on his body and handed them over.

"You will know then!" Catherine smiled mysteriously and said, "Come with me!"

A few more streets, the three of them are in front of a shop.

"Here!" Catherine said.

Ron looked up and saw that this was a shop selling food. He was a little strange, "You want to buy food?"

"Yes!" Catherine nodded and sighed softly. "My sister told me a few days ago that Manchester is very short of food, let alone our people, even many Ethiopians resist Many soldiers in the army can’t get enough to eat, and their combat effectiveness is severely reduced. She hopes I can bring more food back when I come out!"

She smiled softly, "So you have to use your space bag!"

Ron nodded, he would definitely help.

Walking into the store, above the shabby counter, the fat shop owner raised his head, "Dear guests, what do you want to buy?"

"We want to buy rye flour!" Catherine stepped forward and said solemnly.

Rye flour is an inferior staple food. It is mainly used to make long strips of black bread. The black bread made from rye flour is rough and hard, with a bit of sourness in the mouth, and a very bad taste. This kind of thing usually Both serve as the staple food of ordinary civilian families.

"Rye flour...Yes!" The shop owner took a look at the three of them and said, "How much do you want?"

Catherine threw the six space bags on the counter and said, "Just fill these six space bags!"

Looking at the six space bags on the counter, the shop owner's face changed suddenly, and he flatly refused, "What do you want to do? Not selling!"

"Not for sale?" Now it's the turn of Catherine and the three to be surprised. If they don't do a good business, this shop owner's brain is showing up?

Catherine hurriedly explained, "Boss, we will pay! We won't want you in vain..." She thought the store owner was afraid that they could not pay too much.

"No way to pay!" The shop owner shook his head like a rattle, with no room for maneuver.

Catherine was a little confused, she pleaded, "Boss, you can sell it to us, we really need food!"

The shop owner still shook his head. He kept looking outside, his face full of fear.

Ron understood something in his heart. He pulled Catherine and said, "Forget it, the boss didn't mean to embarrass us, I think he should have his own problems..."

"This little brother is a sensible man!" The shop owner wiped the sweat from his face and said, "It's not that I don't want to sell. Who doesn't want to do business? But doing business depends on the situation. Don't do it. I took my own life in..."

Looking at no one around, the shop owner lowered his voice and said, "Are you from the Ethiopian Resistance Army? Tell you that the Holy Crusaders have controlled all the food in this area. You can sell your food, but It sold so much at once, and the Holy Crusaders knew that I was going to be on the gallows!"

Catherine and Ron looked at each other. They didn't expect their identities to have been seen by each other, and they didn't expect the Holy Roman Empire to have done so absolutely. Even the food was blocked. Without food, the Ethiopian rebels would naturally not attack and collapse. .

At this time, the shopkeeper turned around and took out a bag from the back. It was filled with rye flour. He said to Ron with a hint of pleading, "Brother, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but There is really no way, so let’s take this bag of rye flour as a gift to you, and I can only give you so much without charging!"

"I know that the Ethiopian rebels are all good people, but we have the old and the young, and we don’t want to cause trouble. Those holy crusaders’ **** will really hang people, a few days ago. Just hang one!"

The shop owner said, handing over the bags, sending them away like a plague god, "Let’s go, don’t come anymore!"

Ron and Catherine had no choice but to take the bag and left the store silently.

Turning several streets, came to a closed shop door, Catherine sat on the ground, her face was full of frustration, as the power of the Holy Roman Empire became more and more stable in Ethiopia, The days of the Rebels are getting more and more sad. The City of Dawn is pretty good. If in other cities, there would be no place for the Ethiopian Rebels to stand. As soon as they left, someone reported to the Holy Crusaders for capture. Them.

Catherine buried her head in her knees and did not lift it up for a long time. At this moment, her heart was filled with despair. If this continues, what will Ethiopia do? What about the Ethiopian rebels? Tens of thousands of mouths have to eat...

Looking at the helpless Catherine, Ron and Vivian looked at each other, and sighed slightly in their hearts. He didn't know how to help Catherine.

"What shall we do now?" Ron asked after a long time.

"Let's go back to Manchester first! Go back and make plans...that's the only way..." Catherine raised her head from her knees, her eyes flushed, but she managed to squeeze a smile on her face.

Passing through several alleys, the three Catherines once again came to the streets of the City of Dawn. Since they could not buy food, they could only leave. The three of them pulled their legs and walked in the direction of the city gate.

"Let let..."

A voice came into the ears of the three of them. At this time, Catherine felt her shoulder hit by someone.

"Sorry!"

It was a middle-aged uncle who bumped into Catherine. He was wearing a short uniform of a commoner, showing a strong red chest, and his thick beard was a bit dirty. It seemed that he hadn't washed it for a long time. He was pulling a big car. , The car was a long black box, and there were six or seven young people behind the box. They put their hands on the side of the car to help the middle-aged uncle push it behind.

"Are you okay?" Ron immediately pulled Catherine aside, and Catherine rubbed her aching shoulder. She felt so familiar with the voice.

"Uncle Zhungeer?"

Looking at the strong middle-aged uncle, Catherine's face suddenly froze, she cried out, and immediately covered her mouth.

It's a big accident, how come I met Uncle Zhungeer in this place, isn't he in Manchester?

The middle-aged man named Uncle Zhungeer seemed to have recognized Catherine very early. He lowered his voice and said, "Second Miss, it's dangerous here, you should leave quickly..." After speaking, he looked vigilantly. After taking a look at Ron and Vivian, he turned and left, knowing it was not the time to meet each other.

"Do you know him?" Ron asked, looking at Catherine with some expression.

Catherine nodded, "We all call him Uncle Zhungeer. He was one of my father's guards a long time ago. He has been watching our sisters grow up..."

Ron nodded and said with a thoughtful expression, "He is also from the Ethiopian Resistance Army, right? What are you doing here?"

Catherine shook her head and said that she didn’t know. Originally, these things were not allowed to be disclosed to the public. The reason why Catherine trusted Ron was that the two had known each other for a long time and knew each other well. Second, Ron was a necromancer. , Is incompatible with the Holy See, both sides have common goals, so they can come together.

"Stop! What did you do?"

At this time, Uncle Zhungeer's motorcade came to the gate of the City of Dawn, and was stopped by the guards of the Holy Crusader at the gate. Several soldiers surrounded them, staring at them with vigilant faces.

"I bought some mountain products, ready to sell them out of the city!" Zhungeer calmly said with a smile.

A soldier shouted coldly, "All vehicles leaving the city must be inspected. This is a rule. Open the box soon.

"Hehe, a few adults, calm down..." Uncle Zhungeer smiled and leaned forward. He always took out a few gold coins from his pocket and handed them over. "A little money, please let the adults laugh!"

The soldiers didn't pick up his gold coins. Instead, they pulled out their swords, surrounded them, and the leading one shouted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, open the box!"

The defense of the entire City of Dawn is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. It is easy to get in, but difficult to get out. Not only Zhungeer, but several other people who want to get out of the city have been questioned by the Holy Crusader soldiers.

Uncle Zhungeer's face suddenly became extremely ugly. The holy crusaders, who looked like wolves and tigers, didn't care about anything, and rushed to open the box.

The box opened, revealing a densely packed space bag, dozens of them.

At this moment, the headed soldier's complexion changed abruptly, and he shouted, "They are an Ethiopian chaotic party, catch them!"