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Chapter 620: Tangled mind.
Pandora's request was answered. She got a storage ring from the punk. The storage ring sent through the small mini portal contained many gold coins in it. The amount was roughly equivalent to two or three in the Kingdom of Khatak. Year's tax.
These gold coins are not even a fraction for punk. After all, the Kingdom of Khatak would have to pay 30% of the tax to punk every year as a "tribute". In the past few hundred years, the caster has been busy with the "interference mechanism" and He hadn't had the time to refine the pile of gold coins into fine gold for a long time in the potion experiment of "Mongduan Xiangquntan", so... now the piles of gold coins in the punk warehouse are almost too large to hold.
Punks, who don’t have dragon blood and don’t like those shiny gold coins, don’t care about taking out a bunch of them to give to Pandora-anyway, it’s just to clean up the warehouse, and speeding up Ganatika’s pace as a "brave" can be fierce. A handful of Scott's imperial kingdom, which is more valuable than the effort to refine a pile of gold coins into fine gold.
As a result, Pandora's request for help returned with success this time.
At the beginning, the amount of gold coins that the girl asked for was equivalent to two months of taxes in the Kingdom of Khatak, but she did not expect that punk would generously fill a storage ring with gold coins, although punk warned Pandora not to do this again." "Small things" risked exposure and contacted the Magic Tower, but Pandora was already satisfied with obtaining so much funds.
"In this way, Ganatika should also be able to sigh without sorrow, he is already very tired for the livelihood of those poor people..."
This was the girl’s first thought. She gently held the cold storage ring, and when she thought of the smile of the young man who had grown from immature to handsome and handsome, Pandora would sincerely feel the warmth of the sun shining into her heart. ".
But... the feeling of happiness didn't stay in her heart for long. After thinking about the meaning of these gold coins, the pleasant expression on the beautiful girl's delicate face disappeared a little bit.
Standing quietly on an open field, Pandora suddenly covered her head in pain and squatted down. She pressed the exquisite storage ring in her hand into the palm of her hand, until the ring’s jewelry pierced her finger, and Pandora did not stop herself. Hard.
"...No, it's not right, this is to complete the task of the master, this is for the collapse and destruction of the Scott Empire, I shouldn't have those feelings, and I don't deserve to have happiness"!
I don’t know since when, Pandora’s heart began to repeat two different, even diametrically opposite voices. The girl would feel heartache because of each sigh of Ganatika, and she would also want to impulsively tell the teenager the truth from time to time. Impulse-you are just a puppet that is manipulated, and the most trusted person around you is your worst 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, and the master’s mission is the only thing that needs to be considered. All emotions are all. Not worth mentioning!
Pandora is entangled. She can't tell which of these two completely different emotions is the real herself. At the same time, she is also deeply afraid. She is afraid that punk, the powerful spellcaster with cold eyes, will find her own Abnormal, and at the same time she was even more afraid that Ganatika would discover that "real" self!
"What the hell is...why, what should I do, Ganatika"!
The extremely realistic blood stained the girl's fingers red, and the dripping blood quickly dried up on the dirty ground.
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King Scott, in the slums of Iron Barrel City.
Ganatika, who was in a run-down hut, was frowning and staring at the thick parchment in her hand.
The young boy nowadays is no longer the ignorant "little boy" of the past. After more than 50 years of honed long hair, Ganatika has been "lucky" to become an official-level warrior, even if he It still looked like a young boy, but time had already imprinted a bit of calmness in Ganatika's temperament.
At the same time, Ganatika, who had set lofty ambitions on that cold night, was still unswervingly marching towards his ideals. He followed Pandora’s advice to form a "mutual aid gang", and in the process of diligent and steady development The size of the mutual aid gang is expanding at a speed faster than Ganatika's imagination.
To this day, the Mutual Aid Gang has become an ideal gang for many poor people in the Scott Empire. In this gang, there is free food to receive, free clothes to be distributed to everyone, and even when members face oppression. There are special gang leaders who organize protests or mediate. Therefore, the reputation of mutual aid gangs is extremely strong in the Scottish poor class, 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 gang in the Kingdom of Scott, was sighing in an obnoxious little room, and his sighs were overflowing with his inevitable sorrow.
What Ganatika is worried about is one of the most popular, but the most insurmountable problem-the problem of funding.
Over the years, the Mutual Aid Association has always adhered to the kind strategy of free food distribution and free distribution of clothing. In the past, when there were few people, with the support of many wealthy people who were either intent or simply kind, the Mutual Aid Association could barely stumble. Go down.
But since a small-scale famine occurred in the Scottish Empire last year 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 no longer enough, but there are still hundreds of thousands of hungry people who “become “members of the gang” are starving. Ganatika can’t watch these “good poor people” starve to death. This has used up the last bit of money in the gang, and now......he can't afford to pay, let alone buy the food that has risen in price!
"Bang Dang"!
This is the sound of the wooden door of Ganatika's room being pushed open.
"Boss, it can't go on like this anymore. Our funds are used to develop gangs. If they are all used to save people, we should take the money and share it with the brothers"!
Before Ganatika could turn his head, the young man who had almost trot in made a loud and unceremonious speech.
"..."
Silently put down the parchment in his hand, Ganatika frowned and turned to look at the young man who opened the door.
In fact, such protests have occurred many times in this cabin, but this time, the person who came to Ganatika to protest is even more polite and has an unusual identity.
In the face of this young man, Ganatika really couldn't ignore it.
End of this Chapter
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