Unparalleled Double Harmony

Chapter 528 Rest
Since there are no more civilians in this dungeon who can be used as hostages by these remnants of the Order of the Lord, it means that the people above can use any form of AOE on the people below...

Of course, in reality they didn't implement anything in the end, because Sun Huang just listed in detail to the people below at the entrance of the dungeon some of the methods they could think of temporarily, such as fumigation, water attack, flooding with feces, etc., which directly scared the other party into surrendering - they were going to die anyway, and that group of people would rather die quickly and honorably than experience a painful and slow death in that dungeon.

Just like that, the "battle" of that night came to an end here, but the subsequent liquidation and aftermath work had just begun.

Due to the years of oppression and abuse inflicted on the town of Slanic Moldova by Father Norchi or the entire Order of the Ring of God, the townspeople here did not dare to act rashly even when they heard the bells in the middle of the night... In less than half an hour, more than 90% of the townspeople crawled out of their beds and rushed to the church following the bells.

But the townspeople did not expect that tonight, when they came to the square in front of the church, the first thing they saw was Norch hanging by iron chains under the bell tower in the light of the fire.

The townspeople were all too familiar with this figure.

Every Sunday, they would listen to this man, who appeared kind and gentle but was actually as cruel and vicious as a devil, preaching on the pulpit in church.

He is the nightmare of countless people at night and has been the "local emperor" of this small town for many years.

If someone else was hanging there today, people might not be able to tell who it was at first, but Norch... in this small town, "the common people would run away when they see him from a distance on the street", so who could not recognize him?

So the next question is... why is he hanging there?
People continued to move forward in a state of surprise and suspicion, and then they saw the bodies of the God's Ring cadres in the square.

At first, many people did feel fear and panic, but as more and more people gathered, they became less afraid, and then large-scale onlookers and gossipers began to gather.

It was at this time that the rangers came here with the remnants of the Order of the Lord of the Rings who had been captured alive by them.

As soon as he saw the opportunity to show himself here, Huang Donglai immediately used his lightness skills to jump to a high place in full view of everyone, and used his internal energy to speak, reporting a message like "There was a fight between religious bandits tonight, more than sixty people died, but our people are safe and sound."

My goodness! Now the townspeople looked at him as if he were a god.

This made Sun Yixie smack his lips in anger and sneer, "Humph...Isn't it just that I jumped a little higher than the average person? What a pretense, you don't know how to be low-key at all."

But it must be said that in this era and environment, Huang Donglai's method of letting the people worship him as a god is much easier to control the situation and convey the message than other communication methods...

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In a blink of an eye, two days passed quickly.

After becoming the "saviors" in the hearts of the townspeople, the rangers not only failed to enjoy any benefits in the town, on the contrary, they were very busy in the past two days.

The most difficult and tedious task was to count and distribute the seized property according to the account books obtained from the Order of the Divine Ring...

Obviously, this task must be accomplished by the ranger organization. If it is left to the townspeople themselves, who knows how much trouble will be caused in the end.

However, the task of "Judging the Remnants of the Order of the Divine Ring" can be handed over to the townspeople... In this regard, the rangers, in line with the principle of "Don't advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering", turned a blind eye to the townspeople's operations.

As a result, local people took revenge for their grievances and grudges during these two days, and basically all the remnants of the God's Ring Society were sentenced to death, with various ways of death.

However, there was one person who was an exception.

That's Balder.

He was the only member of the Order of the Ring who had townspeople speak up for him...

It was also through these people who spoke well of him that people learned that in the past years, Balder often secretly helped some townspeople who were persecuted by the Order of the Ring.

Although his help could not fundamentally solve the problem, his efforts day after day, bit by bit, were not in vain.

This man who struggled between loyalty and conscience was finally saved by his conscience; after some discussion, the townspeople only sentenced him to "expel him from the town", which was almost equivalent to releasing him directly.

But Balder, who regained his freedom, was not free from his pain.

Given his character and sense of honor, he felt that his only way to atone for his sins was through death, but his faith did not allow him to commit suicide, so for him, the rest of his life would still be filled with humiliation and self-blame.

Sun Huang saw that this guy could be useful, so he went to him and tried to trick him, saying that there was a chance for him to atone for his sins and get a new life, so was he interested?

Balder had been a demon hunter before, so there was no need for Shuangxie to explain much. He already knew what this so-called "opportunity" was...

To put it bluntly, it means letting him join the Gaoying Circus, go to Transylvania to carry out missions, and act as a "suicide squad."

If he died during the mission, it would be considered a worthy death for the fight against evil; if he survived by chance, then the fact that he completed the mission would be considered as atonement, or at least a partial atonement... If he felt that it was not enough, he could immediately find another mission to do and continue until his death.

Since it was a choice that could mean life or death, Balder had no reason to refuse.

For a person like him, life must have a goal. No matter whether things will go wrong on the way to this goal, he will go all the way to the end. As for whether to die a good death or live a miserable life, that is secondary.

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The third day, early morning.

Today is the day that Gaoying Circus plans to set off again. Since they stayed in this town for two more days, everyone packed most of their luggage last night and prepared to set off as soon as possible after having breakfast early this morning.

And right now, the people squatting next to several large pots, preparing breakfast for dozens of people, were none other than Sun Yixie and Huang Donglai.

Some people may ask, as they have made great contributions to this group and are clearly in the management, why do they still have to do this kind of work?

Well, it's simple, other people just did a terrible job.

As early as the day he arrived at the Ranger Organization camp, Sun Yixie complained to Huang Donglai: "The way these people prepare every meal is to add a lot of water to a big pot, then throw in a bunch of unknown meat, internal organs, wild vegetables, etc., stir it, and finally sprinkle some limited seasonings...Is this food for human consumption? Every time it is stewed for half an hour, it tastes no different from stewed urine."

Huang Donglai could only persuade him and console himself: "Maybe the conditions are limited. They don't have any decent ingredients and kitchenware. We can eat something good when we get to the town store later."

As a result, they later arrived in Onești and found that the food there was not much better...

Although they could eat relatively fresh bread and some bland but tasty batter and vegetable soup in the small town, it was still a big difference compared to the dishes they ate every day in Dazhen.

The most shocking thing is that after the grandsons of this group of rangers replenished their ingredients and seasonings in the town, they returned to the camp and made the same kind of "stewed urine". It was obviously not a problem of "conditions" but a problem of the chef.

This is also why, on the busiest day before the circus performance, Sun Huang felt that it would not be a big loss to eat a few less meals from the troupe...

Later on, they realized that if they wanted to eat well, they had to cook for themselves.

Therefore, the two of them who "are capable and should do more work" had to take care of the cooking as well.

It’s not that they prepare every meal very carefully, or that they want to show off their Chinese cuisine in front of these foreigners. They just want to make something that at least doesn’t taste disgusting.

"I say... Brother Sun, we are both foreign aid experts specially summoned by these guys, but now we have been reduced to being clowns and cooks. Why do we feel like we are just serving others?"

"Fuck it, I've been wanting to complain for a long time. If we had known this would happen, why would we have joined a group? Just the two of us, plus Tyrael, the three of us would travel lightly and kill our way to that Vanya, and then we'd go to that place and take down the lair of that pretty boy named Duo, and rescue Madam Venusa... Isn't that enough?"

"Your sentence contains a place name and two names. In the end, you can only say the name of the woman to be, right?"

"Mao! The first two names are harder to remember!"

"The problem is that the first two are useful, so it's not a big deal if you can't remember the third one."

"Hey, cook, cook. You added the salt to the pot a little too early..."

As they were chatting, Coman, who had just relieved the pressure on his bladder, came out from the grove not far away. He walked over to them very naturally and squatted down.

"Haa ...

"Seafood stew, salted meat, and black bread." Huang Donglai replied casually.

"That sounds good." Coman said as he leaned forward to smell the smell in the pot. "Hmm... you two are really versatile. I think you can do something great if you change your career to become chefs."

"Then you might have had an illusion after eating the food cooked by the English guy in the group. In our hometown, if the chef in the restaurant served food of the level we are making now, the guests would probably flip the table." Sun Yi said jokingly.

"Oh? So, the food in Daquan is quite rich." Coman read, "In my eyes, I can eat a few slices of freshly baked priest bread and drink a cup of coffee every morning, and have a meat meal that only makes me upset once for dinner, accompanied by a bottle of good wine. This is already a very good diet... If possible, I hope to eat like this every day until the day I die."

"Don't you already have those?" Sun Yi asked suspiciously, "I see you have a lot of wine, pepper, wheat bran, olive oil, and coffee beans in your castle... and you also have a lot of cattle and sheep in your territory, right?"

"Heh... Let's not talk about how you figured all this out since you've only been to my castle once..." Coman said with a wry smile, "But there are some things you may not understand..." He paused, "These things you mentioned do belong to me, but I can't enjoy them at will...

"More often than not, their 'existence' is more important than my title or bloodline as a lord; I can keep these things or exchange them with others, but I cannot consume them recklessly.

"Of course, if I wasn't afraid of my family falling into poverty, or didn't mind plundering my own people, I would have more choices."

Sun Huang really didn't understand what Comman said. Perhaps in the "Ming Dynasty" of their original world, some royal relatives would encounter similar problems as Comman at some point in time, but in this Ming Dynasty, because of too many differences in culture, system, national strength, etc., basically no one in the Central Plains can understand Comman's situation.

"From what you said...it's not easy for you to be a noble, right?" Huang Donglai teased.

"That's not the case. It's easier than 'finance' anyway." Coman obviously wanted to end the topic, so he changed the subject and said, "Do you know that I barely slept for the past two days because I was trying to settle the mess left by the God Ring Society?"

"Tsk... Are you complaining already?" Sun Yixie also took advantage of the situation and said calmly, "Look at us two, we are from the rich families, but we are squatting here to cook breakfast for you, aren't we?"

"That can only mean that you two are far more noble and people-friendly than I am." Coman shrugged and continued in a joking tone, "I am just an ordinary man who wants to save my wife and children, but now I am forced to do a lot of tedious tasks that only grassroots civil servants would do for a group of people who are not even from my territory. I just feel irritated and unworthy about this."

"That's really unfair to you." At this moment, the voice of Zhuangke sounded.

As he spoke, he twisted his fat butt, squeezed aside and sat on the mud next to Coman.

"I have to offer a toast to all the 'nobles' here, thank you for your condescending service, hahaha..." The strong man said this with a playful smile and a sarcastic tone, then he picked up the wine flask he carried with him and took a sip.

"What? I heard someone talking about 'nobles'? Are they talking about me?" After a moment, Lao Feng appeared from nowhere and sat down on a stone next to the cauldron. "Wow... this smells really good. What's in the pot?"

"Just wild vegetables and salted fish."

"Isn't that the same thing the previous cook made? But why is the smell so different?"

"I don't know. Maybe the English just like to pee in the pot."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Hey! I heard it! Boy from the East, don't think you can talk bad about others behind their backs just because you can cook a few stews!"

"I'll even put boogers in bread behind other people's backs, so come and get one."

"Come on, stop making trouble. Move aside and give me a place to sit."

"Don't push, man."

"What? Who said buddy? I'm not your buddy, friend..."

Before I knew it, it was already daybreak.

The faint morning light gently spread over this suburban campsite, and the voices of people and the smoke from cooking intertwined to create a kind of fireworks atmosphere that was unique to this place.

After this noisy breakfast, the rangers will set out on their journey again.

(End of this chapter)