Compared to the old Bran and others on the Aegean Island who would kneel down when a knife was shown to them, the guys here on Lovik Island are not easily moved by anything.

Hearing that Xia Lan not only wanted to liberate the miners' slaves but also wanted dividends from the coal mine's equity, the businessmen here showed Xia Lan the tyranny of the capitalists.

Setting up work, sitting in silence, and closing shops are all minor issues. There are also people who throw burning kerosene bottles into the city lord's mansion at night.

The main city of Lovik Island is called Coal City. It is a city where people sit on mine carts, and eighty percent of the islanders are mining slaves.

After Toné Soutine killed the previous lord, the former chief overseer became a big coal merchant and colluded with the big businessmen in the city.

When it comes to winning over class friends, Tone Sudin is the best. Everyone thinks that he can become bigger and stronger by relying on those cultists, but if Tone Sudin really relies on them, he can only get a half-dead evil corpse kingdom.

In the end, he transformed civilians into evil zombies to deal with the main force of Su Qiongwen's parliament, and only targeted the city of Qincheng. This also indirectly shows that he still wanted to keep some living people to rule.

To this day, many people still miss Tone Soutine, who only ruled them for a few months. Among them, the island of Lovik, which was used as a base, has many "remnants".

Xia Lan had seen what it meant to make a lot of friends miserable and to make those who might resist miserable.

Before he arrived, the miners had launched three riots due to excessive exploitation, but they were all bloody suppressed.

Compared to working for the nobles, these gentlemen who evolved from supervisors to coal merchants are more like vampires.

Xia Lan had nothing to say about these guys who had completely evolved into vampires under the catalysis of Tone Sudin.

It just so happened that Tomengzven was also here, so there was no need to worry about any resistance. On the third day after Xia Lan arrived, blood mist began to cover Lovik Island.

Old Bran, who went north with Xia Lan, truly witnessed what brutality was, and realized that he and others had been dancing on the edge of a knife.

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The beggars in the city, the half-naked miners, the skinny lower-class people... after Xia Lan launched the blood mist policy, they would come to the gallows in front of the city lord's mansion every day to compete for the corpses hanging there.

The hanged old men were stripped of their cashmere clothes embroidered with gold thread by the poor people they had looked down upon before, and their underwear was taken off, leaving only their white corpses thrown on the ground.

After a while, the commune workers with red ribbons tied on their shoulders loaded the bodies one by one onto ox carts and dumped them into a mass grave outside the city.

After everything was cleaned up, the next group of people were dragged onto the gallows, ropes were put on them amid the howling sounds of slaughtered pigs, and they were kicked off the gallows and left to struggle in the air.

On the tower of the City Lord's Castle, Xia Lan sat by the window, reviewing documents while listening to the howling before the execution.

He had to review every verdict, and the small merchants in the city were also involved by the liberated miners. Not only did he have to investigate the identity of every person to be executed, but he also had to send people to protect the small merchants in the city.

Xia Lan really couldn't understand how the two became enemies, one staying in his shop every day doing small business and the other staying in the mine mining.

"Your Majesty, it's snowing, and the Festival of the Gods is approaching. I wonder if I can return to Bolavis for the festival this year."

Good stood at the window, looking at the snow falling heavier and heavier outside, feeling a little excited. Wodek and Volor also walked to the window, quietly watching the snowflakes falling.

Xia Lan stopped writing and stood up. The three people automatically made way for him so that he could stand in the middle of the window.

"I wonder if it's snowing in Dawn City too. Have Melvin, Frederick, and the others prepared their winter supplies?"

Xia Lan looked towards the south with a hint of worry in her eyes. The disturbances in the Storm Land were becoming more and more intense. She wondered if they could handle it alone.

“It’s snowing, it’s snowing!”

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, children in thick clothes were overjoyed, but the homeless children on the street were huddled together, looking despairing at the heavy snow.

Lovek Island is the place with the largest number of orphans. Their parents went to the mines and never came back, leaving them wandering in this cold city.

Older children would choose to work in the mines, leaving the very young ones to beg in the city for a living, where starvation and freezing to death were common occurrences.

However, the orphans in the city are being taken in by commune members organized by armored soldiers.

After the ringleader was hanged, Xia Lan sent all the accomplices into the mines and used a small whip to motivate them to work hard every day. The miners whose jobs were taken away could only do some work such as dismantling shacks and looking for children every day.

The orphans will first be placed in a vacant manor and then brought back to Bohrawis.

"Your Majesty, we've found that little bastard called Green!"

Dan Lei walked over excitedly. He had been looking for that cunning wild boy for several days and finally found him.

After Xia Lan assigned the coal city commune to Wodek, Wodek pushed it to Good. Good decided to give the young man some training and delegated it to Dan Lei.

The reason why orphans can still be seen outside the Coal City Lord's Mansion is that the first place in the selection of the Duolun Legion, which is responsible for the commune, has been stumped by a little kid.

Green, the leader of the orphans in the coal city, after learning that the commune was taking in orphans, for some unknown reason he took a group of beggars and hid away.

This kid is very cunning. Dan Lei always comes up empty-handed when he follows the clues. It seems that there is a new clue this time.

"Okay, take the people with you."

Xia Lan and the other three admired the snow scene, without turning back, and waved their hands to let Dan Lei go about his business.

"I'm alone this time."

Dan Lei turned around and left angrily. The first place in the last selection, Acaris, was invincible, but he always failed. This time he must prove himself.

In a manor east of Coal City, more than a dozen families were gathering to discuss the distribution of houses in the manor. Two soldiers from the Dolon Corps stood not far away, holding a few pieces of paper in their hands recording the manor's property.

"Caiwei, you spelled table wrong. It should be written like this."

"You're wrong. I never dozed off in night school. This is what Prime Minister Malvern taught me. How could I be wrong?"

"Your Majesty taught me this!"

The two men refused to give in until a man walked up to them.

"My Lords, the residence has been chosen and no one has any objections."

The man named Cai Wei saw that there was indeed no dissatisfaction on the faces of the others, nodded, and handed a bunch of keys to the man.

"From now on, you'll all be living in the same compound. You must help each other. The houses here are also commune property, so you must take good care of them."

Everyone nodded hurriedly. They used to sleep in the mines, so how could they expect these things? If it weren't for the commander and the commune, they might have died in the mines long ago.

Cai Wei wanted to say something, but his companion next to him bumped into him lightly. Cai Wei saw that his hand had been placed on the hilt of the sword without him knowing when, and he immediately realized something.

However, Cai Chen did not move. His gaze calmly shifted to a woodshed with a closed door, and his hand slowly reached for the hilt of his sword...