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Cyril frowned at Dorothy's haughty tone.

He knew this little thing was no ordinary creature; it was even stronger than him.

So I quickly felt relieved.

A strong person should have the temperament of a strong person.

Out of respect for the strong, he asked with a slightly deferential tone:

"Your Majesty, Queen of the Orcs, why have you suddenly appeared in human territory, and why do you happen to be in this village?"

"I wonder where all the humans went. Could you please tell me?"

Feeling questioned, Dorothy's expression turned unfriendly.

She raised the buzzer in her hand, ready to strike.

Fortunately, the quick-thinking saintess stopped it.

"Your Majesty, it's already dawn. It's time for breakfast. Please leave this matter to me."

After the saint's reminder, Dorothy's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree change.

She put away the buzzer in her hand and skipped off like a child to find the little cake.

Seeing that the mischievous little devil was gone, the saintess finally felt relieved.

She didn't want to see a conflict with humans, otherwise her carefully laid plan would be wasted.

This was explained by the people in the chat group beforehand.

As a newly joined saintess, she already knew about the action plan.

It is understood that scars are hidden among humans.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, we should not kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

We need to plant a stake among humans to monitor their movements in real time.

Having finished her persuasion, Adriana turned to Cyril and bowed to the human leader.

"Hello, I am Adriana, the Apostle of Saint Sunflower."

"Also, she is Her Majesty's snack robber, responsible for spreading the gospel of the Father God."

"To spread this great, sustainable, and developing mission of 'robbery' to every household in mainland China."

"Huh? What did you say?" Cyril's eyes widened, and he even picked at his ear in disbelief.

"Excuse me, I didn't quite hear you."

"You were just talking about robbing this great mission of sustainable development?"

"And it needs to be extended to every household in mainland China?"

The saintess, her face full of compassion, nodded very seriously.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

"This is a great path that outsiders cannot understand."

Upon seeing the other side admit it, Cyril's eyes twitched violently.

His hand instinctively gripped the sword hilt, a frantic warning of justice pounding in his heart.

He truly couldn't understand it.

When did robbery become a noble mission?

Should we continue down a path of sustainable development?

This is a complete disregard for him, the knight of justice, brazenly recommending robbery to him.

This is absolutely intolerable.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, a rough, large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Brother Cyril, you need to calm down."

Even if you can't understand what the other person is doing, you should still give them some respect.

"After all, the living environment of orcs is different from that of us humans, and the cultural differences are huge, so we cannot generalize."

"Maybe that's their belief over there."

Scarface acted as a peacemaker, stopping Cyril from about to go berserk.

Even with his words of reconciliation, Cyril still glared at the saintess with hostility.

"I can disregard your beliefs about robbery, but I need to know: where are the humans in this village? Have they all been killed by you?"

He kept a close eye on the saintess's every move, and had already prepared the entire army for battle.

When faced with this question, the saintess simply smiled.

She waved to the villagers on the human side, and the unassuming farmer walked over amidst everyone's surprised gazes.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, I had kept something from you before."

"The undead did attack our village, but we were saved by the orcs."

"Therefore, in order to get away from this barren land, we have no choice but to submit to the orcs and become their subjects."

The farmer's words were like a pebble thrown into a pond, creating ripples.

The more than 500 soldiers stared at the farmer in astonishment, unable to understand the actions of the villagers.

Some people even couldn't help but curse:

"You damned idiot, you're betraying humanity! How can humans submit to outsiders? Do you want to become food for those orcs?"

"Look at those big green guys, they even eat the undead."

"How dare you?"

Some of the soldiers were so angry that they gritted their teeth, and their outstretched fingers began to tremble.

"You, you are all beyond redemption. You still want the orcs to treat you as their subjects? You're dreaming."

"If we don't become slaves when we get to someone else's territory, that would be a blessing from the gods."

"They might be treated worse than livestock, beaten every day, and their wives and daughters abused."

The soldiers' words were vicious, but they reflected the situation in the wilderness.

The real orcs do indeed look down on humans, just as they say.

They might even enslave humans.

But Dorothy's case is different; the Father God acts as the central figure, setting the main policy.

Dorothy and several other generals acted as the operatives.

Even if the orcs wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't have the chance.

In particular, Dorothy's attitude and methods towards the villagers have led the farmer to regard her as a savior.

So, faced with the soldiers' accusations and insults,

Instead, a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face.

"Your Excellencies, we commoners cannot bear the weight of being labeled 'traitors'!"

"If one could survive, who would willingly leave their homeland?"

"It's all because the noble lords have been levying exorbitant taxes and extorting money from us. Even when the undead calamity broke out, they wouldn't let us into the city to take refuge."

"For the sake of our family, what other choice do we have?"

The farmer, having said this, turned his gaze to the new recruits among the humans and questioned them again:

"As for you kids who just enlisted, ask yourselves honestly..."

"Does their own village face the same problems as ours?"

"Do you want to return to the village only to find it in ruins, with all your loved ones turned to death?"

"Is this what you wanted to see?"

His words were very sharp, and he vented his dissatisfaction.

This left the more than 500 soldiers looking at each other in bewilderment, lost in thought.

Yes, they have families too.

Of course, no one wants to see the Scourge of the Undead descend upon their village or town.

That's why I resolutely joined the army, all to protect my homeland.

Fortunately, their lord was a kind and compassionate official, otherwise they might have ended up like this village, living in misery.

Thinking of this, their expressions turned melancholic.

I felt ashamed of my actions, which showed a lack of understanding of the situation.

After all, each place has its own governing philosophy, and it's neither appropriate for them to comment on anything, nor should they be allowed to.

Otherwise, it will bring disaster upon oneself.

Seeing the soldiers remain silent, Cyril sighed helplessly.

He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

The justice I uphold seems to be only enforced near Iron City.

Beyond that area, it becomes the domain of other nobles, where the word "justice" can be written at will according to their own desires.

Instead of acting according to one's own conscience.

Therefore, in order to uphold justice, he could only stay in the pure land of Yanti City and dared not go out to study.

Pulling himself out of his heavy thoughts, Cyril bowed to the farmer.

He apologized very sincerely:

"I'm sorry, I feel sorry for what happened to you."

"We in Iron Rock City cannot interfere in matters concerning other territories and therefore cannot provide you with assistance."

"But if possible, I hope you will choose to seek refuge in Ironforge rather than the unknown orcs."

The farmer looked at Cyril, who was bowing to him, and his expression showed some emotion.

This was the first time he had ever heard an important person apologize to him, which showed that Iron City was indeed a good place.

Unfortunately, they no longer had that option, so they could only politely decline.

"Sir, thank you for your kindness."

"But we cannot go to Iron Rock City, otherwise Iron Rock City will offend the lord."

"This will make you the common enemy of the local nobles."

"So let us fend for ourselves."

"This..." Cyril stopped speaking, unable to offer any further advice.

If this village were really allowed to seek refuge in Yanti City...

Then the nobles here would think they were meddling in other people's business and interfering in other people's politics.

This action is an overreach of authority and will undoubtedly cause trouble for Iron City; it is indeed inappropriate.

"Sigh, okay."

"Then I can only hope that you will have a good ending."