Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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Torso used the wind to support his body, looked at the two people rushing towards him with their combined attack, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He tried his best to summon his magic power. Although he could not use the magic net to cast spells, the wind had already begun to rush towards him.

"Come on, let's have a good fight!"

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When Leafa followed the man in the top hat to the meeting place in the center of the village, almost all the villagers had already gathered there. Even the villagers on the outermost edge, who lived seven or eight miles away from the meeting place, had been brought over by the man in the top hat.

Still shaken, she was also puzzled. At first, she thought the villagers had been forced to leave their homes, but seeing their harmonious demeanor, it didn't seem like it.

Leafa took a step forward, suddenly recalling how her parents, though shocked and terrified, had quickly hidden their emotions and put on a cheerful expression after the old villager was killed. She couldn't help but think to herself:

"They are definitely not so harmless and kind! Beneath this harmonious scene, who knows how many people are being forced!"

The villagers suddenly cheered. Leafa found a rock, stood on it, and looked up. It turned out to be their village chief, a middle-aged man who was said to be a baron, being brought over by the Black Hat Cult members, who were bound hand and foot.

"Everyone!"

A man wearing a top hat stood next to the village chief, clapped his hands, and shouted:

"I am Black Mountain Stone, the divine messenger of the Black Hat Holy Church. I have invited you all here today to solemnly introduce our doctrines!"

He grabbed the terrified village chief and shouted:

"As everyone knows, there exists a magical thing in this world called the Magic Network. It can communicate with people thousands of miles away in an instant. It can teach you endless magical spells. It can even make the great goddess of magic turn her gaze to you..."

"However, all of this is nothing but an illusion for you, for the villagers of this Gugou Village! Why? Don't you all say that everyone is equal under the Demon Net, but what about your equality? Have you even connected to the Demon Net!"

The villagers looked at their village chief, who was trembling with his mouth gagged with burlap, and after a moment of silence, they fell silent.

"No, right?"

The man who called himself Black Mountain Stone laughed and shook his head, saying:

“Some of you had the opportunity to become magic apprentices twenty years ago, some possessed extraordinary talent but were confined here to farm every day, some spent their spare time researching apprentice tricks, yet couldn’t even afford the travel expenses to participate in the extradition… How tragic, how tragic!”

Amidst the villagers' complex gazes, Heishan Shi released the village chief's hair, letting him fall to the ground. He walked with elegant steps to the nearest villager, who instinctively lowered his head and took a step back. Heishan Shi smiled, then took another step to the side, moving to the neighboring villager and forcing him to step back as well.

And so, Heishan Shi walked around without saying a word. Seeing that the villagers were gradually becoming frightened, he patted his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked back to the village chief.

"Actually, not long ago, I was just like you."

Black Mountain Stone lowered his voice and said slowly:

"Every day we were hungry and cold, the wooden house was drafty and leaky, and the hemp quilts were always filled with the stench of rotten duck droppings."

"But one day, the Black Hat Cult arrived!" His voice suddenly became impassioned, and he took four or five steps forward, waving his fist and shouting loudly:

"They brought money and food, tools and knowledge, magic! More importantly... they brought hope and freedom!"

Black Mountain Stone excitedly walked back to the village chief's side, his body trembling as he shouted:

"Doctrine? Hah, to hell with doctrine! The Black Hat Cult has never been that kind of pedantic church. We fight for freedom, for everything we want—food, money, power… Why? Because they owe us this!"

He grabbed the village chief's hair again, his gaze sharp, and shouted:

"The nobles abuse their power, imposing heavy taxes, conscripting labor, and even taking our wives and daughters! We cannot freely learn, nor can we become the 'people' in the 'equality under the magic net' because they don't treat us like human beings at all! By what right?! When they ask for food, we give it to them; when they ask for money, we give it to them; and now they want our lives? This is intolerable!"

Heishan Shi lifted the bag behind him and poured out dozens of short daggers with a clatter, saying with a smile:

"Come on, this is the opportunity the Holy Church is giving you. Pick up the dagger, stab the village chief to death, and join the Holy Church. Now you can demand the freedom and rights that you rightfully deserve from this world!"

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Amid the commotion of the crowd, Leafa clenched her fists.

Her gaze swept over the delighted Grandus and his wife, past the man in the black hat with a sinister look, and finally landed on the village chief, who was shaking his head in terror with a full head of white hair.

Finally, she exhaled and looked up at the sky.

"Is the village chief the one I want to protect, the one I can protect?"

Leafa felt a strong sense of confusion. She couldn't understand what her goal was, even though the pulsation of the divine magic clearly told her that as long as she confirmed where her heart was, the divine magic would be invincible there.

As she kept questioning herself, she looked at the villagers who had hesitantly stepped toward the dagger, at the wheat field trampled and flattened, at her parents whispering amongst themselves, and finally at her own hands.

She knew that these things had both good and bad within them, and even those wearing black hats could not be judged by their complex appearance to have purely evil souls.

What I want to protect... is...

Leafa gently touched the four silver coins in her pocket, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

In that holy city far from home, what she craved was not just the weekly allowance, not just physical training, and not just spending time with Geeta...

At that moment, her wishes had a concrete direction.

"bright!"

Leafa opened her eyes, raised her hands, and leaped into the center of the crowd, shouting at them.

"bright!"

She used her hands to block people's daggers, to block the black hat's magic, and to block the malice in people's hearts.

"bright!"

The divine magic of "Shield" suddenly materialized before her, and a chant that seemed to come from nowhere washed over everyone's hearts.

bright!

All the evil thoughts they harbored in their lives that they intended to harm others were reflected back by the "shield" in this instant, so that those who were meant to live would live, and those who were meant to die would die.

Subsequently, the divine spell of "Shield" finally received its full name: "Shield of Reflection," and thus became a brand new sixth-level divine spell.

Leafa suddenly looked towards the direction of the Holy City. In that instant, she seemed to have felt a great and warm gaze.

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After a long afternoon of hard work, Geeta's hands had lost all feeling.

Hungry and thirsty, she huddled with Wright beside the fence where the wheat was piled, watching the commoners in the distance scrambling for the black bread and tomato soup distributed by the overseers.

She knew what that tasted like.

The black bread, so dry and hard that it could not be bitten with teeth, could only be softened by soaking it in murky soup. In order to save on the cost of seasonings, commoners would use tomatoes as the soup base, using the sour taste to mask the poor quality of the ingredients.

When Geeta was in the Holy City, she saw Leafa cook this stuff. Out of curiosity, she tried a small bowl, which, of course, broadened her understanding of the matter.

Leafa also said that it already tasted very good. In ordinary households, tomato soup that has been cooked countless times has a sour smell and a greasy smell from repeated boiling. It's not the buttery smell that Geeta knows. In Leafa's limited vocabulary, that greasy smell was described as the filthy smell of sweat accumulating on a person's body after not bathing for a long time.

How could they eat with such relish?

Geeta felt her eyelids starting to droop, but she couldn't sleep yet. She had to confront Viscount Bernard when he appeared and demand an explanation for what was going on.

Her strong physique as a prospective knight allowed her to conserve her remaining strength. When she heard the commoners' chatter, she twitched her ears and sighed.

That's nothing more than saying she's a rich young lady, and even if she suffers once, it's her own fault. All that luxurious life she's enjoyed for so long is actually dependent on the labor of ordinary people.

Geeta felt a tightness in her chest; she was frustrated and eager to tell everyone that things weren't like that. She had been a prospective knight for a year or two, and she had completely transformed. During her training in the Holy City, she was fearless in the face of wind and rain, as well as insects and beasts. She even frequently helped her teammates from ordinary families because of her good physique.

But she couldn't refute it. She had enjoyed the aristocratic life, and still did, but she had never considered that the aristocratic life was based on these things! She assumed that all that money came from the nobles' sweeping reforms, the rewards for their contributions to the royal family, and their shrewd business dealings…

"Did I really carry so much sin on my shoulders?"

Gita continued to question herself in disbelief. When she first arrived, she hated the people who arrested her, was hostile to the overseers, and even disliked the civilians who made sarcastic remarks to her. But now, all the fighting spirit she had was transferred to herself.

"Viscount Bernard has arrived!"

A loud, arrogant announcement came from afar. Gita perked up and quickly got up, ready to run in the direction the sound came from.

"I absolutely, positively must get to the bottom of this!"

However, the figure accompanying Viscount Bernard's massive frame made Gita slow down.

It was a man wearing a black felt hat, with a fawning smile on his face, seemingly trying his best to flatter Bernard.

Geeta frowned, suddenly remembering that the man who had captured her seemed to be wearing a similar felt hat. So she glanced around, crouched down, and with superb knightly skill, silently approached Viscount Bernard along the fence.

"I'll see who you really are!"

She hid behind a cargo box and watched as Viscount Bernard swaggered closer with an arrogant smile and stopped in front of the civilians' camp.

“Lord Bernard, the commoners are all ready, hehe… I’ve scouted the area; it’s near Twin Gorges Territory, with only a small village nearby. We can confidently occupy it…”

A treacherous voice rose and fell in pitch. Gita peeked out slightly, looking at the cunning expression on the man in the black felt hat, and couldn't help but curse him viciously in her heart:

"You despicable bastard! It's all your fault that this happened!"

However, the next second, Viscount Bernard's words shocked her.

“Good, you’ve done a good job. You can be rewarded. Kill any of these lowly people who disobey. Don’t bother asking me. When my son becomes a new nobleman at the end of the year thanks to that batch of mithril mines, you will naturally get what you want.”

"Ah, thank you, Viscount..."

"no!"

Gita jumped angrily from behind the cargo container, and to Bernard's astonishment, pointed at the man in the black felt hat and shouted:

"You wretch! Don't you dare spread rumors and cause trouble in front of my father! You tricked him into committing such a mistake, and I will definitely kill you!"

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Chapter 219 There are unclean things in the Holy City