She Is Not a Witch

　　 Hopelander, headquarters of the Nissos Chamber of Commerce.

　　 The gate of the courtyard, which is constantly commuting on weekdays, is now full of protesting crowds. Most of them are employees of wineries and other workshops, and their daily lives are extremely difficult.

　　 Generally speaking, after the chamber of commerce becomes bigger, for the sake of reputation and long-term consideration, the treatment will be much higher than that of the small chamber of commerce, and the reputation will be better.

　　 But the Nissos family is different. Not only does it have no increase, but it also has more working hours. There is basically no time for holidays.

　　Especially since Fenton started to take over the family affairs, he has recently developed a new wine and recruited a lot of new employees. If it is just a little tired from work, these people are not unacceptable. Where can I go?

　　 But recently, some people have been working in the new winery for a period of time, and they have gradually deteriorated physically and even gone crazy. At first everyone thought that those people were not healthy, but as more and more people had accidents, everyone began to suspect that this new wine was poisonous. In order not to damage the reputation, the Nissos sent people to treat those who dared to talk nonsense. The guy arrested the warning and suppressed it for a while.

　　 But after all, the paper could not keep the fire. This incident was still exposed on this day. Many employees began to claim and protest, but the Chamber of Commerce turned a deaf ear to it and sent thugs to disperse the crowd.

　　 Everything. Until recently, a young man named Grete organized everyone and united a dozen or so workshop employees to strike and protest. Now the Nissos family couldn't bear it.

　　 and faced the scene of the collective protest of the hundreds of people. The Nissos family also has some bullshit, not that it can't be beaten, but it will greatly damage the reputation in the business alliance. Many laws and regulations will be violated on the surface, which is difficult to hide.

　　 "Master Fenton, it's not good. After hearing that our new wine has a problem, the Ajani Chamber of Commerce has refused to continue to purchase it. Not only that, other companies have begun to return it."

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　　 The cup and tea set were swept to the ground, making a cracking sound.

　　 "Didn't the alchemist say that there is no problem?" Fenton shouted angrily.

　　 "Where are his people?"

　　 "My lord, the alchemist said a month ago that he would look for new materials, and then left for a few days to purchase..."

　　 "Then what?" Fenton glared.

　　 "Then... never saw him again." The servant below replied tremblingly.

　　 "Idiot!" Fenton kicked over.

At the front-end time, Fenton introduced a new wine at the banquet. He called it'Soma', which means a legendary wine. After drinking this wine, there will be a slight hallucination, and you can see the beautiful scene in the dream. The Nissos family claimed that this wine is completely non-toxic and not addictive, so it has been launched and immediately loved by some upper-class people.

　　 It is not only a kind of wine, but also a kind of enjoyment. If it weren't for the exposure of the winery this time, the Nissos family could earn several times the profits of previous years this year.

But the day did not meet the wishes, the secret of the new wine was still exposed, and orders from various companies were no longer sent, and they began to request returns. Not only that, the orders of other wines from the Nissos family were also greatly affected, and various orders began to change less.

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　　 Since the victory in the northern battlefield, the war of the Westwind Kingdom has entered the stage of raging fire.

　　 "Let it go!"

　　 Following the order of the insurgent officer, a dozen or so tall trebuchets rolled into a boulder taller than a human.

A dull and sour voice came out, and the gears and wooden frame slowly rotated under the action of lever mechanics, accelerating the boulder continuously, and then tossed it high, whizzing across arcs in the air, heavy. Smashed on the wall, the stone chips splashed, like the anger of the gods.

　　 The brick wall is full of archers wearing red and blue robes, constantly throwing rain of arrows from the more than 20-meter-high wall, and the arrowheads in the sky cover the sky like locusts.

　　 Under the city wall is the rebel army wearing black burqa, and countless blue Venus flags are flying on the ground.

boom--

　　 With a loud noise, a lot of dust shook off the heavy thick wood gate, and some steel rivets also began to loosen.

　　 Outside the city gate, a siege hammer made of five people and a thick log was lifted by a group of strong men. Their green veins were exposed, their faces were blood-red, they shouted slogans in unison, and kept hitting them.

　　 Despite being covered by shield players, the falling rocks and bows and arrows on the wall still fell mercilessly. Some people spit blood from the smashed mouth, and even their bones were revealed. But when the next person falls, another person will come forward and continue to carry it.

　　 The desolate horn kept blowing, group after group of warriors sang ancient war hymns, heading forward.

　　……

The song has been spread for thousands of miles. Running in the wilderness are the rebels waving the flags of stars and wheat ears. The flags with blue background and gold patterns are hunting and hunting in the wind. This kind of hope spreads to more places.

They do not expect the revolution to be achieved in their own hands, but this does not mean that what they have done is meaningless, but at least they want to tell those who are oppressed like them, in this sinking and dark world, There are still torches of hope. These torches burn fiercely, driving away darkness and indifference, and bringing a bright and warm dream~www.readwn.com~ That is a world where equality and dignity can be obtained, and that is a shackle that can break oppression. , A real and beautiful world.

　　 "There has never been a noble bloodline, so why are they born to be superior!"

Clerks wearing stars and micro badges stood on a high place and shouted loudly. They were in the fields, in the mountains, on the square, in the tavern, reading the lofty dream to every people in the Westwind Kingdom, which countless people yearn for. The world, that is a world full of flowers.

　　 "The world is not all sunshine and rainbows."

　　 "This is a place full of mean and dirty."

　　 "It doesn't matter how innocent you are."

　　 "It will still brutally knock you down."

　　 "And let you never stand up as long as you don't resist."

　　 "If you know your worth."

　　 "Then you have to strive for your own value."

　　 "Instead of accusing others, you can't be what you want."

　　 "Blindly complaining without change, that is the behavior of cowards."

　　 "But, you are not a coward!" they roared.

　　 "You are much better than cowards!"

　　 The audience in the audience was shocked. Most of them were poor people at the bottom, and peasants working hard. The long life has left them indifferent and numb, like stubborn rocks in the field, cold and glamorous in their hearts.

　　 But today these stubborn stones were hit with sparks, a long-pressed impulse finally began to emerge from the bottom of my heart, and the blood gradually boiled.

　　 "Crancia. Long live!"

　　 At first there were only one or two, then three or four, and then more and more people joined in, and finally a surging and consistent voice sounded under the sky.

　　 "Crancia. Long live!"