Chapter 761: They Are All Poor People

Hearing these abuses, Anthony showed nostalgia on his face, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Negris noticed his expression, and said with some astonishment: "You have this expression after being scolded? You are so perverted."

"Hehe, this kind of tone, this kind of emotion, and this kind of speech, all of a sudden brought me back to the familiar environment before, intrigue, and controlling people's hearts is my field of expertise. Recently, I have been in the chaos for a long time. All I met were straight-hearted ancient gods, not challenging, so I lost my composure, let's see how I play with her." Anthony said with a smile.

Uh, really, the environment on the chaotic side is destined to be a world where power is greater than wisdom. When the gap in power cannot be made up by wisdom, the importance of wisdom will drop sharply.

No matter how many schemes and strategies are used, they can't defeat the ancient gods. What do you need that kind of thing for?

So most of the guys I met on the Chaos Side were stupid and straight-hearted, and Anthony saw through it at a glance. He used to build mental portraits when he met strangers, but now he doesn't need such things.

This kind of environment has no room for Anthony to play at all. Usually he can only come up with ideas. He feels that his head is going to be rusted. Walking in the desert is like encountering an oasis. If you don’t take a bath, you will be sorry for so much water.

Negris asked curiously: "How are you going to play with her? Do you need our cooperation?"

"My lord, just help me, my lord, stop her talking." Anthony took out the echo flute and held it under his tongue, and sang in a strange tone:

"The holy light shines, shining eternally, and the metaphor of the gods is insignificant, and there must be an echo——Great Echo Art·Forbidden."

An Ge tilted his head and said casually, "Don't make noise."

don't make noise! Quarrel! Quarrel! Quarrel! ——

An Ge's simple sentence was immediately spit out from Anthony's mouth, turning into a huge sound wave and hitting the scaled building.

The woman who was swearing loudly on the tower was shocked, but she immediately pushed her hands, and a bright light shone, as if to purify the sound.

But when she opened her mouth again to say something, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

Negris said angrily: "So this is Ni's great silence technique? Didn't you mean to redefine a divine technique? It turned out to be a trick and replaced it with the Great Echo technique."

Anthony said embarrassingly: "How can it be so easy to define a new magic? It's a matter of talent."

"Okay, you banned the words, and then? If it's just a word ban, does it need to be so complicated? Just go and beat her up?" Negris said puzzled.

"Of course it's different. Have you noticed that the woman who spoke has better clothes and complexion, and looks of high status, but when you look at other people, they are all thin, and their faces are not well-dressed. They are of different classes. Yes, I banned that woman with Thunderbolt for these people to see." Anthony explained.

Negris followed Anthony's words and looked at the other buildings. Sure enough, except for the tower where the woman was, the rest of the buildings were very low and crowded. Wherever there were window sills and door openings, there were several crowds poking around. head.

The people in those buildings are basically unkempt and thin, and their condition is worse than those slaves in Scarlet Abyss.

Seeing that Anthony opened his mouth and silenced the high-ranking woman, most of them couldn't help but widen their eyes and open their mouths, as if they had seen something incredible.

Anthony continued: "That woman slapped us with big hats when she came up. She was a liar, a counterfeit, and blasphemy. She rejected us extremely. Is she rejecting us? No, she is rejecting change."

"She doesn't want to change her situation. Who wouldn't want to change? Vested interests, the ruling class, people in this class hate change the most, because changes will damage their vested interests."

"Like those conservative old carrion corpses in the church, any reform is like killing them, and it will attract the most severe suppression. The euphemistic name is-tradition." As he spoke, Anthony's emotions rose, His tone was full of disdain, probably because he had received a lot of anger from those church conservatives before.

"I generally reject this kind of class. The price of buying them is too high. It is better to distribute their benefits to others. The things copied from them can be distributed to hundreds or thousands of poor people. It's much easier."

Having said that, Anthony flew to the scale and raised his voice and said, "Is there anyone who can come out and answer my question? Is there anyone who can come out and answer my question?"

The people in the rest of the building looked at each other in blank dismay, many of them shrank their heads back directly, and some children wanted to watch again, but were dragged back by their parents.

Very good, after sifting out a part, Anthony moved his eyes to those who did not retract their heads, and found a few of them who were curious and excited, and who were younger.

Finally, his eyes fell on a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with an empty left hand: it's you.

Anthony floated towards the boy, took out a vegetable dumpling, and said with a kind expression, "Hello, can I ask you some questions? What's your name?"

I have to say that Anthony is really good at seeing people. If he is a cautious and timid middle-aged person, he may kneel down and lick his head at a loss at this moment, but young people are generally much bolder.

Glancing at Anthony, the boy gritted his teeth and picked up the vegetable dumpling, and said, "My name is Tin Pi."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to put the vegetable dumpling into his mouth, as if he was afraid of being robbed, but he misjudged the power of the vegetable dumpling, and he was still babbling, but soon his eyes widened and he burped .

"Hehe, this is the gift of light. One can fill your stomach. What happened to your hand? How did you break it?" Anthony asked kindly.

"Stealing food was chopped off by the priest." Ironhide said.

"Priest?" Anthony pointed to the woman on the tower: "Is she a priest?"

Tiepi nodded: "She is a great priest, and there are many other priests like her."

Under Anthony's skillful cross-examination, the boy Ironhide quickly explained the origins of these people.

To be cautious, Anthony did not continue to the next step, but asked: "Do you believe in miracles? The God of Light can make your severed hand grow back."

Tie Pi was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly: "Really?"

Anthony smiled slightly: "Really, do you believe in the light? Pray to him..."

Plop, Tie Pi knelt down without saying a word, and prayed in the tone of a drowning man: "God of Light, save me, please let me have enough food every day, please let me cut off my arm and be reborn, I will do whatever you want me to do." OK."

Eating enough food every day is still in front of the rebirth of the broken hand. It seems that what really moved this young man and made him desperate was not the rebirth of the broken hand, but the vegetable dumpling just now.

But it doesn't matter, the young man at this time is already a tool man, only to hear Anthony solemnly say: "The light has already felt your piety, the eyes of the Lord are watching you..."

Following Anthony's words, both he and the boy rose into the air as if being held up by invisible hands, reaching a position where everyone could see, and then Ange used his hands to perform miracles.

Although it seems easy for Ange to use it normally, but cutting and sprinkling a few drops of essence can make the broken limbs grow again, which is a miracle in anyone's eyes.

When Anthony grandly showed it to everyone, most of the people have recognized the identity of the God of Light.

At this time, Anthony brought some teenagers back, repeatedly asked for various information, and compared it with what Tin Hide said to confirm the authenticity.

So far, he has basically figured out the details of these people, and then sighed: "Oh, forget it, they are all poor people, let's stop playing."

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