Chapter 83

When Yun Xiao logged back in, he went to find Andrew almost immediately; the players could be said to have struck it rich this wave, as everyone had received quite a bounty.

Especially with the death of Feng Buxi, the Wealth Church had given a significant amount of money to express their guilt.

If they didn't hurry to invest it, the players would have to start all over again once the server wiped.

By the time he arrived, Yaohuanghuang had already replaced the entire soldier team and handed the principal over to Andrew.

Andrew was currently moved to tears.

One must know that even the Believers of the Wealth Church only paid a 3% tax to the Chamber of Commerce each year.

Yet these loyal new Believers were actually giving 70% to the church, leaving themselves with only 30% of the shares!

This money didn't come from a strong wind either; although it was something they possessed only after risking their lives, this was something other churches simply could not achieve.

No matter how devout a Believer was, they would not donate so much of their entire property.

"The deity will bless you." Andrew patted Yaohuanghuang on the shoulder, "You have done very well; I will explain your merits to the God of Calamity."

Yaohuanghuang pursed her lips and nodded; Andrew, this old man, wasn't bad, he was just a bit too immersed in his role.

He was somewhat out of place compared to other NPCs.

But this was also the characteristic of this NPC; after all, compared to other NPCs, Andrew was more of a functional type.

His autonomous ability didn't seem high, at least he was somewhat rigid when interacting with players, not even as good as that arrogant Saina.

One could say he was a very dutiful NPC, not at all like other NPCs who looked for trouble.

Andrew looked at Yun Xiao again, then said with a bit of pity: "It is a pity that Feng is no longer here; do not be too sorrowful, the deity will resurrect him."

"Yes." Not many NPCs knew that players would resurrect; only the Believers of Calamity knew.

Therefore, Andrew was one of the rare NPCs who would not be overly sorrowful because of a player's death.

"Very good, this is the share contract for you all; the deity requires us to sign an agreement to avoid disputes." Andrew took out the document with practiced ease; there wasn't a single Chinese character on it, and the players wouldn't look at it carefully anyway, signing their names directly.

Seeing yet another loyal Believer sign the document, Andrew was moved to tears once again; he grabbed Yun Xiao's hand and said earnestly: "The deity will bless you; your piety will make your future even more full of light."

Actually, there was no need for this, Yun Xiao really wanted to say; Andrew was really not suited to act like this charlatan.

The players all knew what the Believers of Calamity were like; most of these people carried a kind of pessimistic emotion, believing that Calamity was something that accompanied them throughout their lives.

How could anyone like Calamity?

After this incident, more people would privately believe in Calamity, though no nobles or the like would believe in it; most of the believers would be the bottom-layer laboring people, especially those who could barely go on living.

Just look at how many orphans were sent here today to know that those parents who couldn't support their children would rather send them here in exchange for some food.

And those who were sick and wouldn't live long would also subconsciously feel that Calamity was the mainstream of this world.

"Lord Andrew, a few more women have come outside, hoping to take care of the children here; they said they don't need wages, as long as they can get a bite to eat." Little John outside the door was only 12 years old this year, but Andrew really had no one else to use, and only this little guy could serve the purpose of reporting news.

Andrew frowned, "Can't they find a normal job?"

"Several factories have been smashed, they have no work; unless they go do... that kind of thing, otherwise they won't even have food."

"Poor women, it just so happens that our Farm and winery both need quite a few people." Andrew also wanted to arrange for more new Believers, but he really couldn't give up on those who had the chance to believe in Calamity...

This was his work all along; he wouldn't forget to develop Believers just because he had new ones.

A day passed, and the city seemed to have returned to calm, but beneath the calm, quite a few people were angry.

Yes, angry.

Those factory owners, because of their own losses, were unwilling to hire workers anymore.

The Farm owners were also unwilling to hire people to farm because of the new equipment that was about to arrive, not to mention the serfs; it was already winter, and it was good enough that the Farm owners could give them a bite to eat.

People who were injured in the previous chaos didn't know what to do.

Those who lost their property in the chaos also embarked on a confused path.

"We should resist; it is because of the Wealth Church that our days are exceptionally poor, we cannot buy more food, we are penniless, we have no savings..." The followers of the Sun God Cult had all arrived at the abandoned port of Tana City.

This place was once the largest logistics center in Tana City, and its role was even greater than that of the Train station.

With the development of the Train station and the river's water flow becoming less and less, the port's role gradually disappeared.

This place had changed from the bustling and lively appearance of a hundred years ago into an abandoned port, and everything was dilapidated.

But that didn't affect people being able to gather here.

If it were in the past, the Wealth Church would have sent people to watch this place, patrolling here every day to prevent some evil forces from lodging here.

But not anymore, because the losses were too great, and there were no more hands to watch this place.

It wasn't just the followers of the Sun God Cult, but also many people who had been displaced by the disaster.

They all stood on this open space, shouting slogans along with the people of the Sun God Cult.

The Sun God Cult, which was the least liked on ordinary days, now had Believers everywhere.

People who originally thought that believing in the Sun God Cult would mean being single no longer cared about this matter now.

Even if they didn't believe in the Sun God Cult, it was impossible for them to get married and have children; their lives were too miserable, and they couldn't be compared to those nobles at all.

There were even a large number of escaped serfs in the ranks; regardless of men or women, everyone had only one goal, and that was to resist the existing system of Tana City.

Unless Tana City could give everyone a solution, people couldn't eat now, had no place to live, and could no longer go on living!

"It is us who are resisting the election of Tana City; we ordinary people have no qualifications to vote at all, and in the eyes of the masters of Tana City, we don't even count as 'people'!"

"When the riot happened, those nobles only protected themselves, and those few churches only blocked us, not letting us disturb the peace of those nobles, but what about us?"

(End of this chapter)