Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 145: Chaos in Dolez city.

Soon, three large cages were seen being hauled out of the cellar by several grunting refugees.

When the three cages were placed on the open space, all the refugees, including Dickie standing on the broken wall, lost their voices.

Several people, some of whom were only several years old, were crammed into a cage no larger than 30 square meters.

Inside the cage, everyone’s limbs were bent and stacked. The prisoner’s bodies were filthy, and even wet marks could be seen on their pants. The prisoner’s bodies were thin, and an overwhelming odour of sweat and urine filled the air.

Upon seeing the cage lifted out of the ground, the middle-aged woman sobbed and began to scream. She stumbled forward, grabbed the arm of a child inside, and refused to let go.

“My Kariya, how have you become this way? Why is this happening to you?”

Large teardrops fell on the child’s arm, and after some stains were washed away by the tears, it was faintly apparent that the owner of that arm had once been fair and tender.

But Kariya, who was confined in an iron cage, did not respond. She just stared at the gray sky with sluggish eyes no matter how sad the woman was.

Even Dickie became silent after seeing this scene.

Clearly, these people had been tortured and lost their sanity. Now they were just like walking corpses and could not be saved.

As the refugees remained silent for a long time, only the middle-aged lady wept bitterly on the rusty cage.

“Damn it, see what those noble beasts did. We can’t tolerate this any longer.”

There was a loud furious voice that broke the silence. All the refugees could no longer suppress their anger. The tall man who fell off the wall also stood up, and he was screaming at Dickie.

“These guys are the dogs of those nobles. They not only stole our property, but they also killed our family! Can you forgive such monsters?”

“No, they can’t be forgiven, they must be killed”!

As the refugees roared one after another, the crying woman also stood up at some unknown time and joined them, staring at Dickie with bloodshot eyes.

“Since we have already defied the nobles, it is best to simply kill their offspring so that they do not persecute us after growing up. Let us begin with these nobles’ dogs.”

The big man pointed at Dickie with a wooden stick, and over two hundred refugees looked at Dickie, Bilan, and Lo Lan with hatefilled eyes. Dickie should have died hundreds of times by now if gaze could kill people.

Lo Lan grabbed Dickie and fled when she realized the situation had gotten out of hand.

“Wait, what about those children?”

The two women were silent in the face of Dickie’s exclamation. Dickie also fell silent. They could not carry three children who were too slow. At this point, Dickie remembered what Bilan said-“you can’t save everyone!”

In the end, Bilan was an apprentice-level mage, and as a professional, even if she was accompanied by two cumbersome companions, a group of ordinary people would not be able to catch her. Furthermore, Bilan still wore the enchanted robe given to her by Punk for protection.

Soon after, the three people had escaped over the high wall, and the refugees, who had been malnourished for a long time, were unable to make it over the two-meter-high barrier that separated them from their target.

As a result of the refugees’ inability to catch up, Dickie also slowed down. He clenched his fists lightly and muttered to himself dejectedly,

“Why do those nobles treat the poor in such a cruel and inhumane manner, and what benefits can they derive from torturing those poor people?”

Lo Lan thought Dickie was asking her, who was one of the well-known nobles when she heard Dickie’s question, so she also quietly stopped, kicked a stone hard, and replied in a sad voice:

“I don’t know a lot as I am not that big in the noble’s circle. But as far as I know, those people, no, specifically their souls, will be sold in the black market.”

In fact, Lo Lan withheld some information due to a minor inconvenience. The big nobles would occasionally ask the small nobles to assist them in their dirty work; even the Minohorn Chamber of Commerce was involved in shady businesses like slave trading.

Dickie silently lowered his head after hearing Lo Lan’s response; no one knew what he was thinking.

Bilan, on the other hand, was taken aback by the fact that some people dared to extract souls within the city of Dolez.

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“What? You’re saying that the untouchables actually invaded the inner city, and the nobles sent all of their private armies to repel those insane believers?”

The crystal lamp shone brightly in the lobby of the lord’s castle, as it always did, but Hutt’s brow turned blue because of tension.

He had just learned that a large group of “exploding” believers was approaching the lord’s castle. Despite the fact that the pastors who did not fear death had blocked the group, a small number of them were rapidly approaching the lord’s castle.

Hutt massaged his brows vigorously. He felt that he had never been this anxious in his entire life. Although the Hyde family castle was the strongest castle in Dolez, also to fully display the luxurious style of the nobility, some enchantments and even some magic material were added into it, still, if he thought that it would be able to resist a group of humanoid “rockets,” then the only end that awaited him was to be buried in a pile of rocks.

“I can’t stay here any longer.”

Hutt muttered indignantly.

“If we can’t stay, where are we going?”

Several old ministers exchanged glances. According to them, the castle was the safest and also most powerful base camp. They would have nowhere to go if even this place was breached.

Hutt, on the other hand, was not as negative as they were. He knew that neither the disobedient nobles nor the rioting refugees were a major issue because their good times would end as soon as one of the official-level powerhouses returned.

So, right now, the most important thing for minister Hutt was to save his life.

“If those lunatics enjoy blowing things up, then let them. I’ll disguise with the lord and blend in with the refugees. Then let the lunatics and refugees get tangled with each other.”

Minister Hutt gave a sly chuckle. After all, he could use this to ensure Gorat’s safety and also deal with the rioting refugees and exploding believers at the same time. He would kill three birds with a single stone.

The ministers in attendance were taken aback. They couldn’t believe what they just heard. A noble lord wanted to disguise himself and join the refugees. Where should the noble’s face go now if the incident was revealed?

Several old ministers quickly knelt and cried out in protest:

“Lord Hutt, you can’t do this. Our great city lord, mixing with those untouchables? This, this, we are nobles.”

Hearing these old men’s words, minister Hutt sneered in his heart:

“My life is almost over. What’s the point of having a noble face?”

Hutt, the silent minister, ignored the kneeling old men, pretended not to hear anything, and dashed to the city lord’s chamber.

Minister Hutt had already betrayed the Ti Xiaer Church, so he couldn’t let Gorat, who was his only link to Bahanger, also fall into the hands of the enemy. Otherwise, once the city of Dolez fell, his family wouldn’t have a good end, so He was determined to keep the idiot lord safe even if he had to pretend to be a dead body on the roadside.