"You ask me why I'm so depressed? Haha, the situation is terrible recently. They, they are all a bunch of termites!"
At this point, Raj put down his glass and cursed in a low voice.
Asher continued to induce, "Oh? Well, I heard from people over there that the empire has been thriving in recent years, hasn't it?"
Raj burped and became excited: "It's those dragon blood nobles who made a lot of money, what does it have to do with us workers?
I work from morning till night every day and handle hundreds of guns, but even if those guns can make millions, they are only one kinaar a month in my hands.
Those big shots are fine, they just need to lie on the sofa and pretend to be nice, and they can earn tens of thousands of kinaars."
At this point, Raj's voice trembled and he became more and more excited.
"And the people from the Imperial Bank, they are also a group of vampires! Half a year ago, I borrowed money from them and bought a house in the outer ring of Istalia."
"Now I'm unemployed. Not only did they send people to collect the debt, they even wanted to evict me! That cost me all my savings."
Asher echoed: "That's really excessive."
But then again, aren't you a worker in a military factory? Why don't you have a job?"
Raj smiled bleakly and took another sip of wine: "The supervisor at the factory thought I was lazy at work and often distracted. It just so happened that the group of starfallers were about to come back, so he drove me away."
At this point, his tone became angry again, and the beer foam was sprayed into the air.
"What right does he have to criticize me? We work hard every day, but he can earn several times our salary just by strolling around. Why?"
Asher immediately showed an indignant expression and said, "These people deserve to die!"
"Correct!"
"Bankers, factory owners, overseers. These are the parasites of the empire!"
Raj slammed the wine glass on the table, as if he was venting his anger, and even his face turned red.
Seeing the other party's emotions rising, Asher lowered his voice and asked tentatively: "Have you ever thought about why you have ended up like this?"
Raj's cheeks were still red, and he shook his glass: "Of course it was that damned Director Yersin! He fired me for a small mistake."
Asher patted his shoulder, pointed to the sky, and said in a low and persuasive voice: "What I mean is, since the order of the empire is unfair, then the one who established it in the first place."
He didn't continue speaking, but looked straight at Raj, waiting for his reaction.
"certainly."
"Wait, you mean"
Raj's eyes suddenly widened and he shuddered.
He didn't know why, perhaps out of the instinct for survival, he suddenly woke up from his drunken state, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead - because he understood what the other party was hinting at.
This "stranger" wants to rebel against the supreme Majesty Cassius!
Although Raj usually disdains the flattery of the Propaganda Department, he is not very loyal to His Majesty Cassius and is even a little dissatisfied.
But awe is definitely deeply engraved in his bones!
After all, the Imperial Guard's rifles and Nocturne's poisoned daggers are no joke.
"Luckily, I almost said it out loud."
Raj felt a little scared. He patted his chest and let out a long sigh again.
Asher saw that the other party was still a little afraid, so he leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"Don't worry, Raj, speak your mind and think about who made you live like this"
But at this moment Raj was more sober than ever. He looked at the "stranger" next to him nervously, recalling the vague experience just now.
The inconspicuous grey robe, the inexplicable conversation, the suggestive words
Finally, Raj came to a conclusion - he was most likely a spy!
Raj's heart suddenly started pounding, not only because of fear, but also because of extreme excitement.
In the “Imperial Dream” story published in the Kingdom Daily, his idol, Baron George, started out by reporting spies, climbed up step by step, and finally became a noble dragon-blood aristocrat.
After losing his job and being kicked out of his house, is his life really going to hit rock bottom?
Reporting a spy means a reward of at least fifty kinaers. If important intelligence is provided, one may also become a first-class citizen and enjoy preferential treatment.
In this way, he can pay off his debts, take back his house, and even become a factory manager, which will completely change the trajectory of his life. "Maybe... I will become a big man like Lord George!"
Raj thought so in his heart, and suddenly, the look he gave Asher became a little excited, even fanatical.
That wasn't just any ordinary drinking buddy, but a contribution that could change his destiny!
Asher also noticed the other party's emotional changes and felt complacent. He thought that Raj had been bewitched by him and aroused the hatred in his heart.
"Come on, Raj, don't be afraid, tell me the name of the man who caused your misfortune."
Don't worry about their revenge. I will give you great power so that you can take revenge on all those who have bullied you."
"it is good."
Raj nodded nervously, sweat dripping down his forehead, and he could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.
revenge
He had seen this kind of rhetoric in the empire's announcements. That was the demon from the abyss!
In the past six months, the imperial government has attached great importance to news about demons and once gave a reward of hundreds of gold nars to a hunter who discovered a demon!
It is said that the hunter opened a shop in North Wind Castle and was doing very well and happily.
But high returns often come with high risks, and these demons are extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, your life will be taken away.
Thinking of this, Raj's legs began to tremble, his expression became extremely stiff, and even beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
But Asher thought that this human was already tempted by the conditions he offered, and was just worried about the empire's retaliation.
Asher said: "Raj, don't be afraid, think about it, I will give you endless wealth and unparalleled power"
Just as he was about to continue bewitching, a crisp sound came from behind, interrupting him.
"Wow!"
Suddenly, the ogre in the tavern got extremely drunk and smashed a glass on the head of a goblin.
Suddenly, glass fragments flew everywhere, the hobgoblin's head was bleeding, and he covered his head and roared in pain.
"What the hell do you want, you damn ogre?"
The ogre held the broken wine glass and said drunkenly: "Well, Luke can do whatever he wants! Red-skinned dwarf!"
"you wanna die!"
The hobgoblin rushed forward and wrestled with the drunken ogre, while the surrounding hobgoblins and ogres also confronted each other, and some even pulled out pistols from their waists.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"
"The security team is here!"
Seeing the conflict continue to escalate, the tavern owner hurriedly shouted for help, and the Tiefling Security Team who were patrolling nearby also came after hearing the news.
"quiet!"
"Fighting is prohibited in the city! And it's Coronation Day!"
The soldiers of the Tiefling Vigilantes quickly poured into the tavern, pointing their spears at the ogres and hobgoblins and shouting at them.
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out, bullets left holes in the ceiling, and in front of the black muzzles of the guns, the ogres and hobgoblins who were struggling with each other regained their senses.
"I didn't mean to do that. I was just drunk."
The ogre let go of the hobgoblin that was pinned under him, stood up unsteadily, and raised his hands with a flushed face.
The noisy tavern suddenly became quiet. The sheriff took out a pen and paper and began to write down the names and identities of both parties.
Just then, a human reeking of alcohol staggered over and fell to the ground, tripped by a bottle.
"Pfft!"
But he sat on the ground, pointed with trembling hands at the gray-robed man sitting not far away, and shouted hoarsely, "Catch him! That's a demon!"
Suddenly, there was an uproar in the tavern. (End of this chapter)