I'm bad, but players love me

She rolled left and right twice on the ground, then recovered and got up.

Her eyes were irritated to the point of tears, and she couldn't open them. She could only cover them with one hand while pointing a trembling hand at the short man, shouting angrily, "What qualifications do you have to hit me?"

"I'm going to hit you, but I still have to discuss this with you first, okay? Give it back to me!" The man shouted even louder than her, relying on the fact that his voice hadn't changed yet, and raised his voice as high as he could.

Willis rushed over, stunned. He rushed forward and grabbed the child's arm tightly. "Aemon! Why are you here? Did you sneak out? Where is the prisoner of war? Don't you even listen to the commander now?"

A series of questions like a torrential rain made Aemon dizzy and dazed. He then realized that he seemed to have been exposed, and he suddenly became dejected.

Without saying a word, he just stared at Willis pitifully, trying to get away with it.

Seeing that Eamon was still trying to play dead, Willis's face darkened and he shouted sternly, "Answer me!"

"Anyway, those prisoners of war are well behaved all day long, and William manages the place well. I stay outside all day long, what's the point..."

Iamon's voice grew smaller and smaller, and he became less and less confident as he spoke, until he just sat there scratching the ground with his toes.

When the servant saw that the man who had just hit him was being scolded, he hurried forward to try to seek justice for himself.

She grabbed Willis's arm and wailed tearfully, "Look at what he did to me. I'm a first-class servant under Lord Setash after all... You ELO guys are so mean!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the single "panda eye" on her face and continued to cry, "Didn't you say we want equality? Why don't you care about people being beaten?"

She felt really wronged. For so many years, she had been living in the Setashi family. If she wasn't arrogant and arrogant, then she could be considered superior and spoiled. But today, when she came to the ELO area, it was like she was coming to overcome a calamity.

On the way here, he was hit by a barrage of stones, which made crackling sounds. All of them hit his head, and his master got angry. He had to be punished when he returned.

Just punish me. It was finally almost over, but I got beaten up by this little brat again. What sin did I commit?

Imon couldn't help it when he heard it. If Willis's hand hadn't been holding him down, he could have given her another bruised face.

He kicked twice and spat repeatedly, "What the hell is this!"

Willis quickly pulled the bad-tempered child behind him, striking a protective pose. He smiled at the servant and said, "Sorry, please wait a moment."

Then he turned around and began to check if Aemon was injured in front of the servants. He spun Aemon around and spun him around. "Are you okay? Tell me, why are you fighting with such a big man? If he hadn't let you go, he would have slapped you back half a mile."

"I..." Eamon tried to argue that his fighting power should not be underestimated, but Willis blocked his mouth in an instant.

"What do you mean by 'you'? You're just a little kid. How old is she? And you're still thinking that she's giving in to you? If she hadn't given in to you, the most you could have done is jump up and hit her on the knee. How could you possibly hit her in the face?"

Willis's words seemed to imply that Aemon was overestimating his abilities, but his words hinted that the servant deserved the beating and that he shouldn't take it seriously. If he did, it would be like an adult bullying a child—purely shameless.

The servant was disturbed by the words in this sentence, and the wailing sound from his mouth seemed inappropriate, making people feel that she was making a fuss, deliberately embarrassing ELO, and trying to blackmail him.

"I hit her because she stole something from someone else," Imon explained with an indignant look on his face.

"They gave it to me voluntarily!"

"Bullshit! Are they crazy? They can barely make ends meet at home, yet they're still giving you money?" Imon rolled up his sleeves and wanted to slap this guy twice again.

The servant also got excited. The eye that had been hit was bloodshot, red like a rabbit's eye. At first glance, it was really scary. "I tell you, they want me to speak well of them in front of Lord Setash. And the money in the box is all a gift from them!"

As she spoke, she turned sideways and gestured at the box tightly tucked under her arm.

Seeing that Willis had silently let go of his hand, Iamon did not hesitate. While she was showing off, he kicked the servant twice, knocking him to the ground. He held his waist and lay on the ground for a long time before he could recover.

He took two steps forward, picked up the box, and said condescendingly, "You think I, your grandfather, look like an idiot, right?"

Willis quickly stopped him, "Stop using bad language. I haven't said anything bad about you before."

Eamon was about to act big when Willis interrupted him. He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and managed to say, "Okay."

Then he continued, "I've seen a weasel wishing a happy new year to a chicken, but I've never heard of a chicken giving a gift to a weasel. Where do you think you are? Is this your master's territory? What good words did he ask you to say? In broad daylight, you can't make up a better lie!"

A servant dragged out of her own territory was no better than a fallen phoenix. After all, she still had the "real phoenix" master, Setash, above her, and she was at best the tail feathers of the phoenix. With her master gone, she was left to crawl on the ground.

At this moment, facing Aemon's repeated questioning, the only thing she could do was to repeat over and over again: "No, I didn't lie! I really didn't lie!"

"I've never seen anyone who doesn't want to be a human being and insists on being a dog!" Aemon said without hesitation, "She's perfectly fine, why is she trying to fawn over you?"

Willis patted Eamon and said, "How can you talk like that? Where have you been studying?"

Eamon turned his head away stubbornly, with an attitude of not wanting to hear anything, which made Willis frown.

"Then ask her. What if she's just being a bitch?" The servant was also aggrieved. But she had to bow her head under the eaves, so she could only follow Aemon's words and refute a few things.

She pointed her hand backwards, and the mother and daughter, who had been hugging each other from beginning to end, just stood there with their heads lowered and their eyes submissively, looked like a connected statue.

Both of them were pale and thin, looking as if any gust of wind could blow them away. The shorter child would still look up at people, but the taller, thinner mother had already taken to hiding her eyes in the dark shadow beneath her brow.

When ELO came, they distributed food, but they didn't dare to eat too much. They just saved it to prevent having to pay taxes to the nobles in the future.

Seeing someone mention her, Aunt Seth dared to move forward and speak. She couldn't twist her upper face into a curved shape, so she could only rely on the lower half of her face to force a smile.

Her words seemed to be even softer than the buzz of a mosquito. "We volunteered."

"What?" Willis didn't hear clearly and asked.

Mrs. Seth seemed frightened. The closer Willis got, the more she moved back. "We are willing to pay the master."

"Why?" Willis was also stunned.

"My child was ignorant and smashed the noble's car. We are here to compensate him. We asked this master to speak well of us, hoping that the noble will accept the money."

The child under her was still staring unwillingly at the servant with one red eye. But her mother quickly covered her eyes and knelt down with her. "My child made a mistake and deserves to be beaten. This little money is my filial piety to the master."

She even addressed a servant as "Master," hoping only that her child could escape safely. She knew that the nobles could kill anyone they wanted, and a servant's words wouldn't change anything, but this was the only servant she could contact.

Aunt Seth did not miss it. When she handed over the box with a flattering smile, the servant's eyes were full of contempt, as if to say, "How dare you give me such a small thing?"

But the servant finally accepted it, not because she really wanted to help these two poor people, but mainly because the world was in chaos, and even the smallest mosquito was still meat, and there was no telling whether she could get any benefits in the future.

"She gave it to you, and you have the nerve to accept it?" Imon said disdainfully.

"She volunteered, why can't I accept it? Can you ELO guys have some sense? They asked me to do something, so what if I accept a little money? It's their fault for being so blind as to smash our Lord Sateish's carriage."

Yimon felt sorry for their misfortune and angry at their lack of resistance. He stared directly at the mother and daughter and said, "Speak up! We will seek justice for you."

The child opened his mouth, then his mother closed it again.

Mrs. Seth, with her back hunched, continued to repeat, "Master is right, we are doing this voluntarily."

The atmosphere around them suddenly seemed frozen, frozen in time, reaching an indescribable deadlock. A subtle tension hung in the air, and even breathing became cautious, fearing to break the suffocating silence.

Everything seemed to be back to normal. The common people claimed "voluntary," and the nobles and their lackeys took it for granted.

ELO came, yet it seemed as if it hadn't. These people had been forced to their knees for so long that even if the oppressive force disappeared, they wouldn't have the courage to stand up, fearing that the disappearance of the oppression was a lie.

They didn't dare to stand, for fear that ELO would leave, leaving them who were used to standing up and no longer used to kneeling.

"Hey, your car was smashed?" Just as the two sides were deadlocked, a teasing voice came from behind. Yun Shuo smiled and said to Saitaishi, "Are you hurt?"

Saitaishi glared at the uncooperative servant, then followed Yun Shuo's smile and said, "So what if I got hurt? So what if I didn't get hurt? Master Yun Shuo, are you going to compensate me?"

"The fact that you were injured shows that you are weak. Even if you have supernatural powers, you could still be injured by such a small child. If you were not injured, how dare you ask for compensation? Is this the only thing your family needs? If you are so poor, don't dream of becoming the city lord. Just farm and fill your stomach first." Yun Shuo looked at Sai Taishi with an expression of "Which one do you admit?"

"Heh." Setash sneered, "As an ally, we were defeated by the people in your ELO jurisdiction. I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Then why don't you look for it? Don't you want to?" Yun Shuo had already started to look at the wound on the servant's face and replied casually.

Saitaishi frowned. Yun Shuo didn't want to let him go in every word he said. It was almost like he was just arguing with him for the sake of provoking him. He just wanted to provoke him and disgust him.

He glanced at the mother and daughter standing outside, but couldn't see anything special. Why did Yun Shuo seem to support them to the end?

Setash continued probingly, "I know you, ELO, would never make such a mistake. But this only further proves that these two people disobey your leadership and don't listen to your words. People like you deserve to be killed."

He really wanted to kill these two people, not only them, but also those untouchables who had attacked him before. He also wanted to eliminate them one by one - he wanted to kill them all.

But now, the "kill" he wanted to say did not mean real murderous intent, but was just a means of testing the waters.

As soon as these words came out, the mother and daughter immediately held their breath. Their eyes were wide open, staring at Yun Shuo without blinking, not daring to relax even a little. When the other party looked back at them, they subconsciously lowered their heads.

Aunt Seth was lucky. When she first arrived, she was already prepared to sacrifice her own life for her child's, so there was the saying "You are not allowed to cry even if your own mother dies."

She didn't teach her child well, she deserved to die.

But Colin was not ready yet. She naively thought that the sentence "You are not allowed to cry even if your own mother dies" was an exaggerated metaphor. Who knew that you were serious and really wanted to kill her own mother.

Her little mouth pouted and tears immediately dripped onto the back of her mother's hand that was covering her mouth.

The mother bent down quickly, leaned over quickly, and whispered in Colin's ear, "Don't cry!"

She looked calm and showed no fear of a dying person.

She had seen guns before; her husband had a bullet hole in his forehead. She also knew that these noble gentlemen preferred guns to the knives they were used to—killing with guns was painless.

"Look, this is why you are unpopular." Yun Shuo shook his head at Setash and turned to walk towards Colin.

He smiled and pulled down his hood. Like a magic trick, he pulled out two candies and handed them over. "Alright, stop crying. Before ELO came, you were constantly being killed by the nobles. After ELO came, you're still constantly being killed by the nobles. Didn't ELO come here for nothing?"

Chapter 97: Why does your mother have to die?

Sugar is a rare thing. Colin has only seen it a few times in his life, let alone this kind of hard candy wrapped in paper.

She was drooling with greed, but although her eyes were fixed on the candy, her hands remained motionless. She simply asked, "Then my mother doesn't have to die?"

"Why should your mother die?" Yun Shuo asked back.

"He said so. He said my mother was going to die." Colin pointed his hand directly at Setash who was standing beside him.

Seeing this, Aunt Seth quickly took her hand away, fearing that if she was a second late her silly child's arm would be gone.

Colin was held tightly in his mother's arms, unable to stretch out his arms. The best he could do was touch the back of his red hand.

"Why does he say your mother is going to die? Don't the kids here swear?"

Most of the children in the slums are full of foul language, and once they open their mouths, the other person's entire family will be killed. The same is true in the civilian areas.

Every time Yun Shuo asked a question, he would put a candy into the child's hand. By the time he finished asking the question, he had stuffed all the candies into the child's hand.

"Because he's a noble?" Colin clutched the candy in his hand tightly. She was not sure what the answer to this question was.

What she had learned in the past two days told her: the nobles were nothing, they were not even things.

But from childhood to adulthood, life, her mother and everyone around her told her: nobles are human beings, and they are not human beings, they are cattle and horses, or even worse than cattle and horses.

Yun Shuo touched her head and said, "That reason is wrong. Things are different now. This reason is not valid now."

"Then why doesn't my mother have to die? Why does she have to die? Will she die again after you leave?" Colin asked with his eyes wide open.

She was already confused.

"Your mother shouldn't have died." Yun Shuo smiled at her.

Aunt Seth stared blankly, her eyes wide open, as if her soul had been taken away. Her lips moved, silently repeating over and over again: "Should I?"

But in the end she didn't say anything, but just silently hugged the child in her arms.

For the nobles, it is their right to kill anyone they want. No one will ask the nobles whether those who fell under your gun should be killed, whether they are really guilty, and why you killed them?

There was only the smell of gunpowder after the gunshot, the cold body lying on the ground and the figure of the noble walking away.

In fact, her husband did nothing. He did not block the noble's galloping carriage, nor did he block the sun above the noble's head. He just bent over and concentrated on cutting grass in the field as usual.

However, at such an ordinary moment, gunshots rang out without warning, breaking the tranquility of the field. Her husband fell in a pool of blood.

Her husband was not the only one mowing the field. They were busy working near and far. There was only one gunshot, and only her husband was taken away. Everything was so coincidental, as if it was God's instruction.

But she couldn't find the person who fired the shot.

Later, someone told her that the noble-looking man in luxurious clothes had come to collect taxes.

Perhaps the journey was boring, or perhaps it was just a whim, the person just randomly picked a person who was mowing the lawn as a recreational object, and shot him like a target, and that unfortunate person happened to be her husband.

Colin tugged at the hem of Mrs. Seth's skirt and said, "Mom, you shouldn't die. We shouldn't die."

The child's eyes were dark and shiny. Colin liked to open his eyes wide, as if he could see more things that way. In the reflection of his pupils, Aunt Seth saw the sun, the sun hanging high in the sky.

When the sun shines on the child's eyes, they shine just like the moon shines on the sun.

Aunt Seth's eyelids, which had always drooped listlessly, also widened, her eyebrows raised, and tears inexplicably fell as she murmured, "Your father...shouldn't have died..."

After Colin said "he shouldn't die", Yun Shuo turned to look at Setash and asked, "Don't you agree, Lord Setash?"

"I even asked you if her mother would die after you left. Why didn't you answer that question?" Saitaishi looked at Yun Shuo jokingly, "Are you feeling guilty?"

"This question isn't for me, it's for you." Yun Shuo looked at Saitaishi with a sharp gaze. "What would happen to you without us?"

Saitaishi spread his hands helplessly, as if he had been wronged. He smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Yunshuo already has his own opinion on what I want. Why should I say anything more?"

Of course Setais would kill these people.

If those who despise the nobles are not killed, how can the nobles sit firmly on their high and mighty positions?

"So, we can't leave, and we won't leave."