Dong! Dong! Dong!
The chains wrapped around the redeemed ones like venomous snakes, and everyone’s faces turned ugly. Fenanche’s words had spread the hatred evenly.
At this moment, everyone understood Asho’s intentions – this damn escaped convict wanted them to expose each other’s unknown political secrets, to expose those “small acts of power” to the citizens of the entire city, and even to drag them into the forbidden existence!
Why hasn’t the hunting hall arrived yet? Why hasn’t the broadcasting station cut off the live feed? What are the church and the research institute thinking!?
Everyone looked at each other and suddenly reached a consensus – stop talking, continuing will only provoke the anger of the citizens. Stay silent and wait for the hunting hall to arrive and interrupt this live broadcast!
But not everyone was willing to abide by this unspoken agreement, like the former violent gang leader of the “Greedy Snake” group, the orc Kuiven who was about to give in.
Compared to those who were not obviously “evil” and had a sense of distance, Kuiven was undoubtedly the most easily accessible and down-to-earth “evil” for the citizens.
If there was no external interference, Kuiven would undoubtedly be the “popular candidate” for this Blood Moon trial. And the biggest advantage of scum like him was that he would not let go of any opportunity to drag others down with him.
“Three years ago, in the ‘Dragon’s Den Apartment Case,’ Fenanche also contributed a lot!” The orc shouted loudly, “Has everyone not forgotten? Dragon’s Den Apartment bought houses from the owners at a high price and rented them out to tenants at a low price, rapidly expanding. It not only occupied the rental market in Camon City, but even in cities like Feimeng and Waihai.”
“But Dragon’s Den Apartment pays the rent to the owners monthly, while collecting one or two years’ rent from the tenants, thus absorbing a large amount of funds. Everyone knows that this is a bomb that could explode at any time, but everyone turns a blind eye, and even fans the flames! At that time, Fenanche had the Political Affairs Department issue the ‘Financial Innovation Guidelines,’ allowing commercial banks to engage in new businesses such as ‘rental loans,’ forcing tenants to take on debt to fill Dragon’s Den Apartment’s funds! Fenanche is solely responsible for this matter, but theoretically, he has no fault.”
“Why do I know this so clearly? Because I also own a commercial bank and took the opportunity to release a large number of low-interest loans to students, new workers, and other high-quality customers.”
“And as far as I know, there is a member of the Forest Gallery who is also running a commercial bank!”
Hearing the sound of the chains moving, the ogre let out a heavy breath.
He knew that everything would proceed as planned by the indifferent spectator next to him. What was even more tragic was that he had to accelerate this process until the anger of the people burned everyone to ashes.
“Andreier,” Fenanche said, “thanks to your efforts, Moon Sugar was legalized in Camon City in 1662. Sugar producers transitioned from the underground to formal enterprises, and the largest sugar company, ‘Eternal Life,’ established the Eternal Life Club the following year. Although you were arrested, Eternal Life is still producing Moon Sugar at this moment, and countless people are falling into illusions because of Moon Sugar every minute and second.”
With just a few words, Andreier’s stone pillar erupted, and countless shackles coiled around this middle-aged scholar like tentacles.
His face turned dark, knowing that he had aroused everyone’s anger.
As an addictive drug, Moon Sugar was prohibited in most parts of the Blood Moon Kingdom, except for a few cities like Camon where it was legalized.
Although there were many “sugar people” who liked to eat candy, there were even more people who didn’t like Moon Sugar. Almost every citizen had experienced harassment from “sugar people,” whether it was on the street, in the restroom, in university classrooms, or in the cinema. The increase in violent crimes caused by “sugar people” made the citizens even more disgusted.
Andreier didn’t think he was wrong because of the “Human Rights Freedom Act.” No one could stop an adult of any race from taking Moon Sugar. As for the crimes caused by eating candy, that was another matter.
But violent crimes fell under the jurisdiction of the hunting hall, not the council. Everyone’s performance assessment criteria were different, and Andreier and the others didn’t need to consider the increase in crime caused by the legalization of Moon Sugar.
Because everyone had the right to eat candy, Moon Sugar continued to be banned.
Since it couldn’t be prohibited, it was better to directly transform it into a formal industry. At least taxes could be collected, and there would be no violent gangs profiting from the price difference. “Sugar people” could also eat low-priced candy, and a world where no one was harmed was born – except for ordinary citizens.
But if Moon Sugar was forcefully banned and candy eaters were arrested? Then the Human Rights Association would have something to say, and the Racial Rights Association would not sit idly by. After all, goblins, orcs, and ogres, these three races were naturally resistant to drugs and toxins. Eating Moon Sugar was more beneficial than harmful to them, and they didn’t experience withdrawal symptoms after a sugar shortage. Eating candy regularly even improved their attention and work efficiency.Especially for ogres, moon sugar is almost more essential to their oil painting creation than paint itself.
The proposal to legalize moon sugar was not passed solely due to Andreier’s personal bias, but was a consensus reached by the council based on the local situation in Camon City, benefiting all parties involved.
Ordinary people couldn’t say much about it, because they were the ones who elected the council members.
This is elite politics.
However, the public’s resentment towards the moon sugar bill was growing day by day. At any other time, this resentment would just fester, but during the Blood Moon Judgment, resentment could indeed bite.
“You never disappoint, Fenanche.” Andreier said, “Now the public’s anger is directed at me.”
“Andreier, your literary literacy is too poor. Transference is when anger is vented on unrelated people, but you are the main council member who proposed the legalization of moon sugar. This is not transference, this is revenge.” The ogre sneered.
Andreier sighed, “Does it have to be this way?”
Fenanche said indifferently, “If you are willing to sacrifice yourself to protect everyone, then this game will end with you.”
Andreier looked around and saw the hopeful eyes of his subordinates. He turned his head and glanced at Asho, who was watching the drama at the edge of the rooftop, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.
“We, a group of self-proclaimed geniuses, are being played by a mere death row prisoner…” He said with a bitter smile, “What an ugly scene.”
“Let me end this.”
The ogre was somewhat surprised, while the others breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing the joy of a narrow escape.
“Arandor Fenanche!”
At this moment, Andreier shouted.
“If anyone here deserves to die, it can only be you – in the ‘422 Incident’, you allowed innocent citizens of Camon City to be attacked by foreign Artificers!”