According to Albert's data, in the dwarf country, ordinary civilians are 60% of the total population, while the poor with nothing at the bottom account for 20%. The remaining 20% ​​are the group of warriors and craftsmen where princes, nobles, wealthy businessmen and players are located.

In this border town of Stein, this population ratio will not be strictly presented according to the data. Therefore, 90% of the audience Fern faces are civilians and poor people. Even though there are more players who have communicated recently because of the opening of the Feathers Forest, they are listening silently at this moment.

Every Nian glanced slightly, found Tristan, who was angry, and found the dwarf players he had seen in the tavern.

Judging from the expressions on their faces, these people have automatically brought into the "you" that Fern refers to, and are in pain and anger with other truly "useless mouths".

Indeed, in the current atmosphere and the current situation, most people are still willing to regard themselves as a vulnerable group and use this aggrieved low attitude to fight against the powerful power that makes them encounter injustice. For example, for ordinary casual players, those large mercenary groups with larger scale and stronger strength are also the targets they are willing to overthrow.

"My compatriots, I am pitiful, respectable and lovely compatriots!" Fern continued to shout passionately without giving everyone too much time to think.

"Think about it, who was leaving his hometown to go to the front line on those battlefields in the past? Who could only wear cloth clothes and hold iron swords to meet the enemy? Who was forced to face the human cavalry and was regarded as a flesh shield?"

"It's us!"

The audience was silent. Some older dwarfs took off their hats and lowered their heads. Some of them nodded subconsciously and responded, but immediately covered their necks awkwardly, pretending that they had not had a good sleep and hurt their cervical spine.

"Who is sitting firmly behind and eating and drinking? Who is the one who is well-armed and receives the allowance? Who is hiding in the house to make weapons but stuffing them into our hands?"

"It's them!"

This time, more dwarves nodded, and resentment gradually spread, especially among the poor. These poor, young, sick and disabled are basically victims of war.

"You, we, they, just use some ambiguous pronouns, dare you to clearly define this range?" Niannian murmured in a low voice.

"He doesn't dare to draw a clear mark," Qi Youfeng turned slightly and laughed in a low voice, "I don't think their intention is to draw a clear mark."

"Well, I probably guess which end of it is." Niannian, leaned over to Qi Youfeng's ear and said a few words.

"So... are you my own person?" Qi Youfeng was slightly surprised.

"Look at what he says next."

Niannian's eyes fell back to the Fern Knight again.

"I said this, not to inspire you to oppose them. No, we are dwarves and the same tribe. We should never kill each other, and we should never use the blood and life of our compatriots to feed our greed!"

The seemingly persuasion of the words actually made more listeners angry and made them unconsciously great.

Niannian, the three of them only felt that the scene was sincere and very tear-jerking. They couldn't help but want to applaud Fern, and of course they hoped that he would get to the point as soon as possible.

And after Fern lays the groundwork for a few more words, his plans, or the forces he represents, finally surfaced—

"To the east! To the east! We are the great dwarves! The master of the underground kingdom! The creator of fire and iron! The pioneers who overthrew mountains! To the east! That is the hope of our dwarves!"

"Don't fight! We don't need war! We want to explore! We must level the snow-capped mountains! Only at the other end of the snow-capped mountains can there be infinite world and wealth!"

Fern gathered his excitement and said slowly but firmly:

"This is a safe way to save the nation. And those short-sighted people in the capital who only know how to resort to force are nothing more than to throw away their burdens. Even if they can seize blood-filled wealth from the human race, they will not give you a penny. But if we rely on our own hands to explore, everything is in our own hands, and every piece of gold we excavated belongs to us!"

"My compatriots, for the future of the dwarves, for your descendants, for your own survival and future, unite, work hard, and this will be our only chance to surpass our origins!"

The dwarves were silent for a moment, and the cheering storm followed. The poor even cried with joy, hugging each other and crying silently.

According to Frey, as long as they explore eastward, the income from their labor along the way will belong to them, and this is nothing more than labor, but hard work and tiring, and it will never die every minute and every second like on the battlefield.

This way of spreading the border with more labor and more peace has also moved some of the players present. Players who are willing to hang out in small towns like Stein cannot win the prize on the battlefield. They are not as comfortable as here and the benefits are not bad. Even if they are not good at work...

The dwarf players showed kind smiles at the unarmed poor.

Every Nian saw it and couldn't help but laugh, quietly giving Fern a cunning label in his heart.

For these poor people, the two paths of the dwarves to save the nation were no different for them, except that one was to die on the battlefield of fighting and the other was to die in the tunnel of labor.

For those who do not have the bargaining chips in their hands, no matter what, the wealth that falls into their hands will slip away from their fingers.

This also confirms every year's conjecture and distinguishes the ownership of these two factions in the dwarfs:

The party that was the main war tried hard to get involved in the chaos of the human struggle, and was eyeing the city of Ershe, so it should be in contact with the Church;

The one who seeks stability is determined to cross the snow-capped mountains and go to the east to find food, leaving the Gaia continent to the human race for the human race to do it, but it will definitely not avoid the Chinese cultivators.

It is obvious which side dominates which side is Adam or Simeer.

Every year, she touched her chin and nodded silently. This time, she definitely did not make trouble for Simire!

......

"Speaking of this, are the things that Fern said really suitable to be revealed at this time?" Qi Youfeng held the wine glass, a little puzzled.

Fern's speech lasted for a while, but every year the three of them didn't have the patience to continue listening.

They bent over and walked out of the crowd, found a house with a sign hanging, and then took out wine from the bar and chatted in the empty pub.

"It feels like it should be his temporary intention. This kind of big move to split the entire clan should always be brewed among the people for a period of time."

He pushed Albert a cup of white water every year and smiled at him.

"I also think Fern shouldn't have run out so quickly and gave a speech to everyone." Albert said in his arms, holding the cup.

"I worry that over time, he, the former mayor, would have no prestige and would not be able to get Stein's dominance, so I should come out to show my presence. Sooner or later, this kind of thing that needs to be informed of the public will have greater value by revealing it early."

Every year, he pretended not to hear the profound condemnation of Albert and analyzed seriously.

Albert drank water.

He was not guilty of accidentally speeding up Fern's recovery time, but just worried about Semir. Such a small-probability incident would cost him a lot of energy to solve.

"I wonder if Fern will inform Stein's residents to keep it confidential for the time being." Qi Youfeng sighed.

"What should I do when I keep it confidential? Of course, I have to let everyone know about such a big thing!"

Every year, he grinned and a few messages flew out from her hands in all directions.

Qi Youfeng knew it and sent a message to Young Master Yan in the Fess Forest. After thinking about it, he reminded Zi Mo who stayed in China. As for whether Zi Mo would tell the giants of the Mo family, Qi Youfeng would not care so much.

"Hey hey hey," Albert suddenly spoke and looked at Niannian, "Have you forgotten that there are many dwarves in the Feathers Forest that have not left?"

"I haven't forgotten." Every Nian tilted her head, looking innocent.

"If they knew that the dwarves were facing a crisis of resource exhaustion, they would definitely try their best to hollow out the elves brought out."

Albert was very serious, but every year he had a frivolous attitude. He waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, our elves are not dead. Besides, some broken stones that cannot be eaten or drunk are just taken away."

"Which side are you standing?" Albert also felt the same confusion as Simere.

For the dwarves who are still in the Forest of Fern, once what Fern says is heard, their code of conduct will only be left with four words:

Fishing out of the lake.

Every year, I have a close relationship with the two high priests of the Elf clan. Shouldn’t I secretly inform them that they would secretly kill the dwarves and then throw them out of Feiss?

"I said, where are you from?" Niannian was speechless.

Seeing Qi Youfeng's inexplicable speechless expression, Albert realized that he had said what he was saying, holding the cup awkwardly, spitting bubbles in a gurgling manner.

He was a little uncomfortable with the way of operating consciousness-dominated behavior. He always felt that the sentences he thought of should have sounds, so he accidentally said them.

Nian Nian shook her head, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and said, "Let's go out of the city now, it's getting late."

"Do you want to tell Tristan?"

Qi Youfeng still remembers the guide assigned by the new city lord to them, but he didn't know whether the guide would be willing to walk with them after irrigation from the old mayor Fern.

"Tell him, it would be best if he was willing to come, it would be fine if he didn't."

Every Nian stood up, took Albert's back collar and dug him out of the water cup.

"Don't plan to pretend?" Qi Youfeng raised his eyebrows.

"No, it's not fun." Nian curled her lips.

"You are watching the dwarves get in trouble too, and you want to make more trouble?"

Albert was carried by her, and after a while he gave up struggling and weakly exposed her excuse.

The entire dwarfs are about to lose their minerals, and everyone wants to store grain and gold. The elf who owns Baoshan is still running around. If they either want to arouse people's jealousy, they will attract people to make friends.

"If you are just weak, what trouble can you cause?" Niannian threw him to Qi Youfeng, turned around and walked towards the door.

He opened the wooden door of the tavern, stopped every year, and smiled politely;

"Mayor Fern, why are you here?"

"Of course it's for both of you."

Seeing that every year, Fern didn't seem to give way, he had to stand outside the door, cross her shoulder, and nodded to Qi Youfeng.

"We have something else to do and are planning to leave Stein." Nian Nian replied tactfully.

"I'm really sorry," Fern smiled apologetically, "I just ordered that no one will leave Stein from now on."

"Anyone?" Every year he looked at him steadily.

"Anyone." Fern took a step back without a trace, revealing the giant mount lizard following him.

Yearnian lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, turned her head and smiled brightly at Albert. Albert covered her eyes and waved her hand to signal her to be at will.

Although Fern is actually a person from Simeer's side... But if he encounters Nian, Simeer will definitely understand his difficulties!
Chapter completed!