Chapter 388: Really Fragrance, and the Golden Stairs of the New Holy City

The foreign Naga tribal leader worked with the local Naga leader for several days.

Until she could no longer control the sea giant.

"You can go down and rest." said the local Naga leader.

The foreign Naga leader was a little surprised. It was only a short while after noon, and they could actually rest. This made her a little alert: "#@*#, can we rest now? Then can I go see my people?"

#@*# is the name of the local Naga leader in the Naga language. If translated into the common language of the mainland, it means seashell.

Haibei nodded: "Yes, Lord Rand is a kind human lord. As long as you complete your work conscientiously, you will not be abused. I have already shown you the contract. You can redeem yourself after working for a certain number of years."

The foreign Naga leader actually didn't really believe it.

However, as long as she was not subjected to excessive enslavement, she did not intend to put up any fierce resistance.

After all, they are essentially prisoners of war, right? In the past few days, the foreign Naga leader has actually observed the lives of his own people several times in his spare time.

Much better than expected.

There wasn't much preferential treatment, but as Haibei said, there was no abuse either.

As long as you work, food will be distributed normally, and you will even get a salary?

Although the salary was very low, according to Haibei, most of it was automatically classified as ransom.

Once you have completely redeemed yourself, your salary will return to normal.

But in fact, the foreign Naga leaders felt that it was incredible that captives like them could still get wages.

After saying goodbye to Haibei, the leader of the foreign Naga tribe went to see the wounded who were being treated.

During the invasion, many Nagas were injured due to human fishing nets and harpoons.

The camp for the wounded was filled with low groans, but the medical treatment received by the foreign Naga tribe members and the local Naga tribe members was almost equal, and the standard was not low.

The herbalists at the wounded camp seemed to have been specially trained and knew how to treat Nagas.

The foreign Naga leader breathed a sigh of relief. At least with this kind of treatment, he didn't have to worry that the burly human called Lord Taner by Haibei would use them as consumables.

And if such resources can be provided to prisoners of war, it can be seen that the Count of the Moon Phase, who has never been seen, must be a wealthy lord.

And maybe he really is a kind lord as Haibei said.

After wandering around for a while, the Naga leader, who was an outsider and then a newcomer, returned to the designated resting place.

It was a small house by the sea, very rough, but at least it satisfied the Naga's need to get in water.

In fact, you can also choose to live in the sea, but it is too far away and inconvenient to go to work.

The next day, the new Naga leader arrived at the workplace. Today, the sea giants have returned to the deep sea, so her job content has also changed.

Her next job was to assist in commanding the Nagas and the fishmen as Haibei's subordinate.

Haibei also deliberately set aside some time today, and as the first Naga leader to arrive, he helped the new Naga leader to familiarize himself with the work.

"Come with me." Haibei said.

"Okay, Haibei." The new Naga leader nodded.

"Call me Chief, and please address me by my title when we're working." Haibei glared.

The new leader glanced at Haibei with empty eyes and muttered, "Yes, Master General."

"No need to call me sir." Haibei coughed lightly, then threatened, "I suggest you be careful. I still remember you scolded my dog ​​before. Be careful or I will make things difficult for you."

The new Naga leader was a little embarrassed. She had indeed cursed quite harshly in front of the battle.

And the person she scolded has now become her immediate boss.

Haibei took the new Naga leader for a walk and introduced: "Thanks to the sea giants under your control, the shipyard and port of Crescent Moon Harbor will be completely completed before the end of this autumn."

"This place will become a prosperous seaport in the future," said Haibei.

The new Naga leader nodded again, although she didn't know what benefits it would bring to them, the new Nagas, if this place became a prosperous seaport.

At noon, Haibei brought the new Naga leader into the restaurant of Crescent Moon Harbor.

Haibei ordered a fried chicken, two bowls of vegetable soup, and a few slices of bread.

"This is not a treat." Haibei seemed to be very resentful about being scolded before. After entering the restaurant, he still looked a little upset. "You will have to pay it back when you have enough salary in the future. I am just paying it for you now."

The price of fried chicken is not very cheap, but the new Naga leader will definitely be paid much higher than other Nagas because of his outstanding abilities, so he will be able to pay back the money soon.

The restaurant in Crescent Moon Harbor has special seats for Nagas, so dining there is not inconvenient.

"It's my first time here, so I recommend the fried chicken, which you can't eat in the sea." Haibei used a dinner knife to cut the fried chicken into two halves and gave half to the new Naga leader.

The new Naga leader took a little with a knife and fork.

…smells so good.

So are all the creatures on land so good? The new Naga leader was a little bit unbelievable.

…

New Holy City.

On the ground, it was as prosperous, clean and peaceful as ever, unless you looked closely into the quiet streets.

It is the new holy city of the Torch Church and the land favored by the Torch Goddess.

The Grand Knight sat in the meeting hall of the cathedral, handling the affairs of the New Holy City.

Although the disaster of the undead has generally passed, the city of the undead that is gradually being built still makes the royal family and nobles in the south worried.

Therefore, during this period, there was an endless stream of nobles and merchants coming to the New Holy City to pay money in order to seek support from the Paladins or purchase materials from the Torch Church.

A large amount of wealth flowed into the new holy city.

The Grand Knight now believes that there are two things that the New Holy City needs to do as soon as possible.

One is that the new holy city needs to repair its walls as soon as possible.

In order to meet the needs of paladins and clergy, the new holy city initially gave priority to building magnificent residences and clean and tidy streets, and the construction of city walls was placed at the back of the list.

Now that the New Holy City has accumulated more and more wealth, the city walls need to be built to prevent the prying eyes of villains.

Another thing is to continue suppressing the stubborn psychopaths in the Torch Church's Novice Faction.

That is to carry out annihilation strikes on some of the Torch Church Novice churches and properties in the southern kingdoms.

After the last attack on the church of the Novices of the Torch Church, the New Holy City had robbed a lot of money, and the royal family and nobles in that area had no choice but to pay money to the New Holy City instead of paying money to those stubborn Novices of the Torch Church in exchange for help.

Now, the Grand Knight felt sad when he thought about the large amount of money that was taken away by the group of people from the Beginners' Faction.

In fact, the Grand Knight wanted to go north to the Earldom of Moon Phase to seek revenge on the man who killed his son, but the New Holy City did not support him in this matter.

If he forced a team together, he might not be able to defeat the brutal villain and might even shake his own position.

The Grand Knight Commander tapped the dark brown wooden table with his knuckles, and the sound of the knocks echoed throughout the huge and luxurious cathedral.

He suddenly remembered something else.

The Grand Knight touched his chin. Previously, the civilians in the sewer tried to escape under the instigation of some traitors, and some traitors hit him in the face.

Although his facial injuries have healed now, he is now wondering if the punishment for those sewer borers was too light?

…

In the sewer.

Many voices have emerged.

A civilian with ragged clothes, rough skin and calloused hands stood at the corner of the sewer.

"Two more people didn't come back today," the civilian said in a low but piercing voice.

"There was one yesterday, none the day before yesterday, but there were five the day before yesterday," the civilian recalled.

Of course, he wasn't talking to himself, but he was expressing something.

The New Holy City does not allow these dirty sewer dwellers to appear on the clean streets of the upper class outside of working hours.

If you fail to return to the sewers on time, the Paladins patrolling the New Holy City will be merciless with their swords if they encounter you.

The civilians in the area who could hear his voice knew very well what this civilian meant by "not coming back".

The only thing he could do is die.

Perhaps tomorrow they will have an additional task to do - dealing with the bodies of civilians who were hacked to death.

"If this continues, sooner or later all of us will die of disease and hunger, or simply be hacked to death by those paladins at the top," the civilian concluded.

This civilian was chosen by members of the "Sun Project" as one of the agitators, and his mission is now to stir up the anger of these sewer dwellers.

The instigator himself was filled with rage, and after being caught here, his father was hacked to death for not returning to the sewer in time, and his wife died of illness due to such an environment.

And in this sewer, there are many civilians who have the same or similar experiences as this instigator.

Agitators fanned the flames of anger among these sewer dwellers.

"What's the point of you saying this?" Finally, a civilian in the sewer became annoyed by the instigator's words and started shouting.

Saying these words does nothing but stir up anger and sadness.

The instigator was not offended by the rebuke and said, "Now, I have found a way to escape from here."

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The civilians in the sewers have already attempted to escape once.

The last time they tried to escape, they were driven back by the Grand Knight Commander and his men. Do they regret their decision now?

"Is there any Paladin willing to help us?" Many civilians in the sewer raised their heads.

The instigator asked in return: "If no one helps us, will we just stay here and wait to die? Winter is not far away. How many of us can survive this winter?"

Some of the civilians in the sewers lowered their heads, but many still kept their heads held high.

Under the oppression during this period, many civilians did realize that if they continued to stay in the sewers, they might not survive long.

And they are really miserable and angry.

This holy city was almost entirely built by civilians like them, but they are not qualified to walk on the streets of this holy city.

The armor of those paladins was bright and beautiful, but they even had to compete with wild dogs for food.

Indeed, this is the way the world works. There is such a huge gap between nobles and commoners, and between paladins and commoners.

But they just want to live a little better and survive.

"Is your method reliable?" Someone finally asked this question.

And such conversations are happening in many places in the sewers.

…

Before the morning comes.

It's still some time before dawn.

The New Holy City was on fire.

By the light of fire.

Civilians rushed out from the sewers and, led by members of the "Proud Sun Project" and opponents of the New Holy City concept, attacked granaries and armories, and then rushed out of the city gates along the predetermined route.

Rand's crow "Cola" flew across the sky.

The number of people who incited is greater than one might imagine.

It seems that the experiences of these civilians are indeed full of suffering, otherwise ordinary civilians would not dare to resist the paladins with war horses and armor.

By the time dawn arrived, the front gate of the New Holy City had been breached.

A large number of civilians poured out of the city gate and began their escape.

After breaking through the city gate, the faint light in the sky was enough to illuminate the way for the civilians.

And Rand came to the core area of ​​the New Holy City, which is the treasury.

Since the establishment of the New Holy City, a large amount of wealth has flowed into this city and then stored in this treasury.

The guards here are very strict, but they are no match for the higher-ups in the hideout and Karin.

After defeating the guards, Rand entered the treasury, but only took a few gems and left the rest untouched.

Rand soon left the treasure house again.

He moved a large stone to use as a chair and sat on the steps in front of the treasure house.

Soon, the Grand Knight Commander of the New Holy City arrived here with several Knight Commanders.

The New Holy City is now surrounded by flames, but the place that the New Holy City is most concerned about must be here.

A treasure trove of wealth.

Rand, with black hair and black eyes, sat casually on a large rock, staring at the Knight Commander at the bottom of the stairs: "You are finally here."

The Grand Knight's face changed drastically, and he found that he seemed to know the man in front of him.

Although he had changed a lot, his temperament was completely different, and his appearance had also changed, but the person who dared to sit here with such a demeanor should only be that person - Rand Cameron.

"Why are you here?" asked the Grand Knight.

Rand was surprised that the Grand Knight seemed to know him, and he quickly figured out the reason.

Although Karin had given an accurate answer that he was not that Rand, he still looked somewhat similar to Rand Cameron, the leader of the Nurturing Blood.

"Hello, I'm Rand, the Archbishop of the Torch Church." Rand introduced himself with a smile.

This is of course something Rand made up, but in a sense, it is not wrong for Rand to call himself the Archbishop of the Torch Church.

After all, the Mother Goddess Sect and the Torch Church's Nascent Sect have now merged.

The Grand Knight placed his hand on the weapon at his waist, ready to attack at any time: "From the Old Holy City? Or?"

"We follow the Saint." Rand replied, "We are here to take revenge. You destroyed our church, so now we are returning the favor."

This new holy city, now in chaos and with flames burning everywhere, is Rand's return gift.

Karin curled her lips in the dark.

The Grand Knight didn't believe Rand's words at all.

They just destroyed a few Torch Novice churches and killed some people.

But they will not suffer such revenge from those stubborn elements of the beginner faction.

And now the whereabouts of the Saint of the Novice Sect is still unknown.

However, the Grand Knight had no doubt that the man with black hair and black eyes in front of him was Rand Cameron.

The man in front of him was definitely not at the king level, at most he was at the superior level.

The Grand Knight Commander didn't intend to waste any more time and decided to catch the man first.

Just when the Grand Knight was about to take action.

Several holes appeared in the treasure house behind Rand.

A large amount of gold turned into flowing liquid due to the increase in temperature, and then flowed out from the breach.

The golden molten gold submerged the blue-gray stone steps.

Then the steps under the stone seat beneath Rand turned into golden steps.

Rand still sat on the stone chair.

With a faint smile on his face, he said, “It seems like your wealth has flowed out.”

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