Evil will not deceive you

The aristocrats were indeed popping the champagne.

"This Li Ke is really ignorant."

The old noble shook his head and looked at his son.

"If he wants to increase his reputation, he should talk to us and deliver food directly...Who does he think he is? Even King Varian cannot do such a thing."

He couldn't help but sneered. Li Ke gave away the food for reputation. These people had already guessed it. After all, Li Ke's woolen cloth business had caused many people in Stormwind City to be unlucky.

For a man who wants to rule Stormwind in the future, a man who wants to put down roots in this land, this is not a good thing.

only……

If you want prestige, what do you mean by not taking us with you?

Farmers are human beings, so what are we?

The old nobleman continued to shake his champagne. He was satisfied with the taste of the champagne, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

He is different from those common people who don't know how to enjoy. Common people eat to fill their stomachs, but they eat for enjoyment.

So they could warm a pot of tea, eat pastries for an hour or two, and then go for a walk in the garden, draw portraits, and talk about national affairs.

What do the common people who only know how to farm and find something to eat know?

Do they know how to fight? Do they understand politics?

Do they know how to govern a country?

They can't even write their own names and expect these people to say good things about him?

dream.

"I think he wants to cry now. After all, money has been spent and things have not been completed. Everyone has to cry."

The old noble swayed the wine glass in his hand and sneered again.

He has plenty of time and manpower to play with Li Ke. He doesn't need to work or work. The untouchables below will do things naturally. There are servants for meals, clothing and various chores, most of which are free of charge.

Where is Li Ke?

His finances must be very difficult right now, right?

Thinking of the news that Li Ke was called over by Terenas, the old noble couldn't help but want to laugh again.

"Yes, father, but..."

His son nodded, but with a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong? My son, why are you so worried?"

The old noble looked at his son and shook his head.

"The young lady of the Hain family is over there. You should talk to her more."

He pointed at his best friend's daughter. Miss Haine had a pair of coveted breasts and buttocks, and she also had a very good appearance. His son at his age needed a woman like this.

"I just think, should we give those people some food?"

The nobleman's son stood by the window and looked beyond the garden in the distance. There, he could barely see the sallow-looking villagers, citizens who came to borrow money and food and had their own land.

But even if they have their own land, their spirit is not much better than other farmers.

When the old noble heard what his son said, he was so frightened that he immediately sat up. He looked around and was relieved when he found that no one heard his son's stupid words. Then he put down the wine glass in his hand with an angry look and grabbed himself. The son's collar went to the place where the guests rested.

Although it is a room used by guests to rest, the environment here is very good, with velvet bedding and pillows, gilt decorations and various artworks.

But these things could not reduce the old father's anger.

"Look what you said!"

The old father looked at his son angrily.

"You almost embarrassed our family in front of everyone! Son! How could you say such rebellious words!!"

The old father's anger made his son look confused.

"But father, they are so pitiful and very hungry. If there is a riot..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, his father spoke impatiently!

"This is what our knights and soldiers do! Why do you think we keep so many soldiers in captivity? My son, it is to ensure that these people have no ability to resist!"

His son was a little shocked. He felt that it was natural for the lord to collect taxes, but he had never heard his father say that.

"But they will starve to death and reduce our income, and the Holy Light Church..."

His son's words gave the old father a headache. He finally understood that he should not let his son hang out with those scholars and alchemists all day long.

"It seems that I have indeed lacked some discipline on you. Those alchemists who claim that knowledge and passion are the foundation of a person are indeed a cancer, my son. Let me tell you this, the anger and lives of those farmers are meaningless! All we need is the food they grow, the goods they produce, and their taxes! As long as we get these! Then it doesn’t matter if they die! And what do you think the Holy Light Church does?! The Holy Light Church is to let These look reasonable! That's what they do! When one group dies there will be another, you just need slightly better conditions and they will come like locusts! My son! We don't need it at all I don’t care about their feelings and life and death! Our rule depends on those soldiers! Not the Holy Light and the Holy Light Church!”

The old father became a little excited.

"The Holy Light Church will tell you that the Holy Light loves everyone equally, but they must be law-abiding people. Those who commit crimes, abandon their wives and families and leave their place of residence, and those who let the land People who have become barren and lazy are not worthy of heaven! We believe in the Holy Light because the Holy Light can really bring power and a lot of benefits, allowing the people below to obey our laws and make them less likely to betray! Not us I really believe in the so-called equality of all people! My son! Don’t be fooled by your alchemy teachers and priest teachers!”

The nobleman's son wanted to say something else.

"But...father..."

"Nothing but!"

The old father pointed with his cane at his son's favorite suit of clothes and a jeweled button on it.

"Guess how many farmers will need to work for this jewel button of yours? Are you going to pity them? Then son, if we give up this food, guess how much less you will have."

The old father took a deep breath.

"You will lose two maids, because we cannot reduce the treatment of knights, and your dream of being a painter will be ended. You will no longer be able to use those alchemical raw materials at will in Stormwind City, because these are all It’s because these untouchables don’t have enough to eat that I can give you what I give you, so think about your life without these... Now, do you know that you are wrong?”

The noble's son was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I know I was wrong, father."