Chapter 620

Pandora's request was answered. She got a storage ring from punk. It was sent through a small mini portal. There were many gold coins in the ring, which was about equal to the tax revenue of hatak for two or three years.

These gold coins are not even a fraction to punk. After all, the khattak Kingdom originally paid 30% of the tax to punk as a "tribute". In recent hundreds of years, the caster has been busy with the "interference mechanism" and the potion experiment of "stuffy stewed incense Qun Tan". For a long time, he has no time to refine that pile of gold coins into pure gold, so …… Now there are a lot of gold coins in Punk's warehouse.

Punks who don't have dragon blood and don't like the glittering coins don't care to give a pile to Pandora - it's like cleaning up the warehouse anyway, and speeding up the pace of ganatika as a "brave man" can also pit the kingdom of Scott, which is much more valuable than painstakingly refining a pile of gold coins into pure gold.

As a result, this time Pandora's appeal for help was successful.

At the beginning, the amount of gold coins demanded by the girl was just equivalent to two months' tax revenue of Khartoum, but she didn't expect that punk was generous enough to directly fill a storage ring with gold coins. Although punk warned Pandora not to contact the magic tower at the risk of exposure because of such "trifles", Pandora was satisfied to get so much money It's too late.

"In this way, ganatika should not have to worry and sigh. He is very tired for the livelihood of those poor people."

This is the girl's first thought. She gently holds the cold storage ring. At the thought of the smile of the young boy who has grown up from a young man to a handsome one, Pandora will feel the warmth of sunshine in her heart.

But The feeling of happiness didn't stay in her heart for long. After thinking about the meaning of these gold coins, the happy expression on the beautiful girl's delicate face disappeared.

Standing quietly in an open field, Pandora suddenly covers her head and squats down. She presses the exquisite storage ring into her palm until the ornament of the ring cuts her finger. Pandora does not stop her efforts.

“…… No, no, this is to complete the master's task, this is for the collapse and destruction of King Scott, I should not have those feelings, I do not deserve to have happiness "!

I don't know when, Pandora's heart began to repeatedly emerge two different, or even diametrically opposite voices, the girl will be heartbroken because of every sigh of ganatika, and she will occasionally have the impulse to tell the truth of the youth - you are just a puppet manipulated, and the most trusted person around you is your biggest enemy!

But at the same time, another voice in her heart, Pandora No.1, always reminds the girl sternly: you are the magic image born to complete the task, the master's task is the only thing to consider, and all the emotions are not worth mentioning!

Pandora is entangled. She can't tell which of these two different emotions is her real self. At the same time, she is also deeply afraid that punk, the powerful caster with cold eyes, will find her abnormality. At the same time, she is even more afraid that ganatika will find her "real" self!

"What is this..." Why, what am I supposed to do, ganatika!

Extremely true blood dyed the girl's fingers red, and the dripping blood soon dried up on the dirty ground.

The dividing line is in the slums of tin barrel City, the kingdom of Scott.

Located in a dilapidated hut, ganatika is frowning at the thick parchment in his hand.

Today's youth is no longer the green and ignorant "little boy" of that year. After more than 50 years of long hair, ganatika has been "lucky" to become a formal fighter. Even though he still looks like a young boy, time has branded a little calmness in ganatika's temperament.

At the same time, in that cold night, ganatika, who had made great ambition, was still unswervingly advancing towards his ideal. He listened to Pandora's suggestion and formed the "mutual aid Gang". Moreover, in the process of diligent and practical development, the scale of the mutual aid Gang expanded faster than ganatika's imagination.

Up to now, the mutual aid guild has become an ideal guild for many poor people in the kingdom of Scott. In this guild, there are free food to get, free clothes to be distributed to all people, and even when members face oppression, there will be special gang leaders to organize protests or mediate. Therefore, the reputation of the mutual aid guild is growing in the poor class of Scott Extremely loud, even the vast majority of gangs dare not provoke these large numbers of "beggars".

However, at this time, the leader of the largest gang in King Scott's Kingdom, ganatika, was sighing in a small room, and his sorrow was scattered.

What ganatika is worried about is one of the most popular and unavoidable problems - capital.Over the years, the mutual aid guild has been adhering to the good strategy of distributing food and clothes for free. In the past, when there were few people, with the aid of many rich people who were scheming or just kind, the mutual aid guild could barely survive.

But since there was a small-scale famine in the kingdom of Scott last year, and a large number of poor people applied to join the mutual aid Gang, ganatika, who still insisted on distributing food free of charge, began to feel a great headache and helplessness.

There is not enough money in the gang, but there are at least 100000 hungry people who have become "gang members". Ganatika can't watch these "good poor people" starve to death. For this reason, he has used up the last bit of money in the gang. Now He can no longer afford to pay for the rising price of grain!

Bang!

It was the sound of the wooden door of ganatika's room being pushed open.

"Boss, we can't go on like this any more. Our funds are used to develop the guild. If we use them to save people, we should take the money and give it to the brothers"!

Before ganatika looked back, the young man who almost trotted in made a loud confession in impolite words.

“…………”

Silently put down the parchment in his hand, ganatika frowned tightly and turned to look at the young man who pushed the door in.

In fact, this kind of protest has happened many times in this cabin, but this time, the person who came to protest with ganatika was more impolite and had a different identity.

In the face of this young man, ganatika really can not ignore.

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