Hopeland, headquarters of the Nisos Chamber of Commerce.
The courtyard gate, which is usually bustling with people, is now filled with protesters. Most of them are employees of the winery and other workshops, and their daily lives are extremely difficult.
Generally speaking, when a chamber of commerce becomes bigger, for the sake of reputation and long-term considerations, the remuneration will be much higher than that of a small chamber of commerce, and the credibility will be better.
But it's different for the Nisos family. Not only is there no salary increase, but the working hours are even longer, and there is basically no time for vacation or rest.
Especially since Fenton took over the family business, he had recently developed a new wine and hired many new employees. If the work was just a little tiring, these people would accept it. It would be the same everywhere.
However, recently, some people have been experiencing physical decline or even mental insanity after working at the new winery for a while. Initially, everyone thought they were already in poor health, but as more and more people became ill, suspicions began to mount that the new wine was poisonous. To protect its reputation, the Nisos family sent people to arrest and warn those who dared to speak out, and the situation was suppressed for a while.
But the truth would eventually come to light, and the matter was exposed one day. Many employees began to demand compensation and protest, but the Chamber of Commerce turned a deaf ear and sent thugs to disperse the crowd.
Everything was going on until recently, when a young man named Grete organized everyone and united the workers from more than a dozen workshops to go on strike in protest. The Nissos family could no longer bear this.
Faced with the collective protest of hundreds of people, the Nisos family was somewhat hesitant. It wasn't that they couldn't defeat them, but it would greatly damage their reputation within the business alliance. It would also openly violate many laws and regulations, making it difficult to conceal.
"Lord Fenton, this is terrible. After hearing that there's a problem with our new wine, the Aoni Chamber of Commerce has refused to purchase any more. Not only that, but other companies have also started returning the goods."
Snap—
Cups and tea sets were swept to the ground, making a shattering sound.
"Didn't the alchemist say there was no problem?" Fenton shouted angrily.
"Where are his people?"
"Sir, the alchemist said a month ago that he was going to look for new materials and would be away for a few days to do the shopping..."
"And then?" Fenton's eyes widened in anger.
"And then... I never saw him again." The servant below replied tremblingly.
"Idiot!" Fenton kicked him.
Some time ago, Fenton launched a new wine at a banquet. He called it "Soma", which means the legendary wine. After drinking this wine, people will have a slight hallucination and see beautiful scenes in dreams. The Nissus family said that this wine is completely non-toxic and non-addictive, so it was immediately loved by some upper-class people after it was launched.
It is not only a kind of wine, but also a kind of enjoyment. If the incident of the winery had not been exposed this time, the Nisos family would have earned several times more profit this year than in previous years.
However, things did not go as planned. The secret of the new wine was exposed, and orders from various companies stopped coming in. They began to request returns. Not only that, orders for other types of wine from the Nisos family were also greatly affected, and orders of all types began to decrease.
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After the victory in the northern battlefield, the war in the West Wind Kingdom entered a stage of raging fire.
"put!"
Following the order from the rebel officer, huge rocks taller than a man rolled into the throwing baskets of a dozen tall catapults.
A dull, teeth-grinding sound was heard, and the gears and wooden frames slowly turned under the action of lever mechanics, continuously accelerating the huge rocks, and then throwing them high into the air. They drew arcs in the air and slammed heavily on the city wall, and stone chips flew everywhere, like the wrath of the gods.
The brick and stone city walls were filled with archers wearing red and blue robes, who continuously shot arrows from the walls that were more than 20 meters high. The arrowheads in the sky covered the sky like locusts.
Beneath the city walls were the rebels wearing black tunics, and countless flags with blue backgrounds and gold stars fluttered on the land.
Bang--
With a loud bang, a lot of dust fell from the heavy wooden city gate, and some steel rivets began to loosen.
Outside the city gate, a group of strong men were lifting a battering ram made of thick logs that could be carried by five men. Their veins were exposed, their faces were bloodshot, and they shouted slogans in unison and kept hitting the city gate.
Despite the protection of shield bearers, the falling rocks and arrows from the city walls still rained down relentlessly, leaving some men spitting blood and foaming at the mouth, even their bones exposed. But as soon as one fell, another would immediately step forward to carry the load.
The desolate horns kept blowing, and group after group of warriors sang ancient war songs and rushed forward.
…
The song of sorrow spread for thousands of miles. Running in the wilderness were the rebels waving flags of stars and wheat ears. The flags with blue background and gold patterns fluttered in the wind. One by one, faces covered with weather-beaten were galloping across the mountains and fields, just to spread the fire of hope to more places.
They do not expect that the revolution will be achieved in their own hands, but this does not mean that what they do is meaningless. At least, they want to tell those who are oppressed like them that in this decadent and dark world, there are still torches of hope. These torches burn fiercely, driving away darkness and indifference, and bringing a bright and warm dream.
That is a world where equality and dignity can be achieved, that is a real and beautiful world where the shackles of oppression can be broken.
"There has never been any such thing as noble bloodline. Why are they born superior?"
Clerks wearing star badges stood on high places and shouted loudly. They read out the lofty dream to every citizen of the West Wind Kingdom in the fields, mountains, squares, and taverns. It was a world that countless people yearned for, a world full of flowers.
“The world is not all sunshine and rainbows.”
"It's a vile and filthy place."
"It doesn't matter how innocent you are."
"It will still knock you down brutally."
"And you will never be able to stand up as long as you don't resist."
“If you know your worth.”
“Then you have to work hard to earn your own value.”
"Instead of blaming others and saying that you can't be what you want to be."
"Complaining without changing anything is the behavior of a coward."
"But you're not a coward!" they roared.
“You are much better than cowards!”
The audience was shocked. Most of them were poor people from the bottom of society, hard-working farmers. Their long lives had made them indifferent and numb, like stubborn stones in the fields, their hearts cold and dull.
But today, these stubborn stones were struck and sparks flew. An impulse that had been suppressed for a long time finally began to emerge from the bottom of my heart, and my blood gradually began to boil.
"Clanthia. Long live!"
At first there were only one or two, then three or four, and then more and more people joined in, and finally a surging and unanimous voice sounded under the sky.
"Clanthia. Long live!"
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