God’s Game I Am the Great Will of the Planet

My father's name is Luer, so my name is Luer, and my brothers are Luer, so the neighbors around us call us the Luer family.

I was born in the slums of Boris, the capital of Bourbon. I was one of the many poor people in Boris. One thing I have always wanted to know after I developed is when I was born.

Fortunately, my neighbors remember the year of my birth very well, because on the day I was born, the news of Bonn's sudden attack on Babtis and the victory of the famous Battle of Babtis had just reached Bourbon. I was born when the Bourbon Announcement bell rang, so my neighbors remember my birth date very well.

So relying on this relationship, I temporarily lock the birth year, it seems that it should be in 1412 of the calendar.

Yes, this is the poor, this is the poor of Bourbon, the vast majority of the poor don't even know their birth year, they spend their whole lives being pigs and dogs, and then die without mourning. However, my luck is also The misfortune of Bourbon met a magnificent era, which allowed me, a poor man, to have a very dangerous way out.

Although we are Bourbons, most of the time we do not leave the slums, and the Bourbon government will not send bureaucrats to control us, not to mention the sheriffs, even the tax collectors refuse to come to the slums. So instead of Bourbon, we were run by various gangs in the slums.

Even though Bourbon doesn't manage us, they still tax us, but the tax collectors don't go into the ghetto, so how is it taxed? What they did, was to delegate the power of taxation to the gangs, the gangs to tax us, and then to pass on our taxes to the tax collectors, and that's how Bourbon managed us.

For the residents of the slums, Bourbon's management is very loose. As long as we don't rush out of the slum, Bourbon will basically not come in, so the slum has become a place where all kinds of dragon fish are mixed.

For many poor people, including my ancestors, who were born in slums, joined the trade unions of gangs to work in various places, and endured the exploitation of gangs, among them, there are a few lucky ones who can marry a wife , then give birth to children, continue to be exploited by gangs, this is our whole life.

There are roughly five classes in Boris, the top nobles, the middle class citizens and the commoners. The only difference between the two is that the citizens are in the city and have stable jobs. conflate), and the poorest at the bottom.

As for the fifth rank, slaves, it is difficult for this class to say which position they are in in general, and each slave needs to be analyzed in detail. For example, senior slaves are higher than citizens, and there was even a senior slave who was born more than 500 years ago. People actually became the ruler (referring to Ferris IX).

The slum class I belong to also has three levels. The top gang members are the assembly palaces of the slums, the real rulers of the slums, and even many people are actually richer than the commoners.

However, the gangs in the slums are not the highest-level gangs. The largest gang in a main city is always in the civilian area. The nobles support several civilians or citizens to set up villain guilds. They will support sub-guilds in the slums, so as to extend their tentacles into the slums.

So strictly speaking, Bourbon will not control the slums, and the nobles will not go to the slums, but they will still control the slums by other means.

The second level of the poor is the members of the trade unions, who are mainly accepted by the gangs - although the members of the trade unions can also claim to be members of which gangs, but which gangs means, which gangs his wages will be taken away by the gangs, the gangs are His patron and tax collector.

The trade union means a work group. The poor will form work groups one by one, and then go to the city to do some work that the citizens are unwilling to do, such as digging mountains, cleaning sewers and other high-risk work. These trade unions are guaranteed by the gang. Safety (safety from exploitation by other gangs, not personal safety at work) and tax them.

At the bottom of the poor are the pariahs. They are either new pariahs born out of pariahs, or people who cannot afford to borrow from usury and have to sell everything to gangs.

This group of people needs to do the heaviest work, and there is no security guarantee. The wages they get from work are only enough to live on every day, and all other income will be taken away by the gang. And their personal freedom is also controlled by the gang, unlike the members of the trade union, at least they can choose when to go to work - as long as they can ensure that they can pay the tax for the month at the end of the month.

This is the status quo of the slums, and I was born in a family of gang members. My father is also an important leader of the gang. The first few to call each other to distinguish.

Because I am at the top of the poor, I can also receive some enlightenment education. Although the quality of education cannot be praised, I may not be able to write a piece of eloquence after studying for a few years, but at least I am much better than that group of untouchable pariahs, gang education Let me understand that there is a general gang above the poor gang, and the nobles above the general gang are our real bosses.

Since I was born, Bourbon's wars have become more and more frequent, so a large number of troops are required - it is impossible for Bourbon to call the poor to serve as an army, and the army is also a civilian at the last time, but the poor are called to dig ditches and transport supplies. These physically exhausting and very dangerous jobs are still possible.

Moreover, with so many civilians being recruited, the ratio of civilians and poor people is becoming unbalanced, and the Palace of Assembly is consciously consuming the number of civilians.

Therefore, when my father became the president of the gang, and when I became the president of the gang, we were shocked to find that the number of poor people had dropped to the brink of danger. If the number of poor people continued to decrease, the gang could not be maintained. The syndicate exists.

And we also have a new competitor, our former superior, our villain guild here. Because of the constant tax increase by King Lure VIII, a large number of civilians went bankrupt, and the syndicates formed by the villain guild accounted for more and more and became more and more important. At this time, they looked at us in every possible way.

Long live Lure VIII! He solved an age-old problem in his tenure, making the villains guild and the poor gang fight each other - because the commoners have gradually slipped to the poor due to a large number of bankruptcies, then the difference between the villain guild and the poor gang is not so obvious, so this time a new problem appeared.

Why don't the gangsters kick us out and take over the poor themselves?

The difference between the commoners and the poor in the past was that the poor were either gang members or were controlled by the gang, while among the commoners there were most free commoners, who were engaged in various jobs and joined various guilds, such as the Senior Chef Guild, Low-level cooks' guild, gardener's guild, etc.

But as the Bourbon situation deteriorated, some small guilds began to collapse - such as the shoe shiners' guild, the sprinkler's guild that had no background, the number of free civilians plummeted, and the villain guild began to control more resources, so they set his eyes on us.

If the guild is annexed, maybe the little guys can continue to do it, but it's hard to say what happens to us leaders, so my father chose to resist the annexation of the villain's guild.

In the next four months, a conflict broke out between our poor Lure gang and the higher-level villain guild—in fact, not only our family refused to be annexed, but many poor gangs refused to be annexed, and then we both began to fight in various aspects, We fought for four months before and after, and then we fell flat.

In the last gang fight, we lost, my father died on the spot, and the rest either surrendered or broke up on the spot.

So the thugs guild rushed into my house in the slum, insulted women, beat men, and my newborn son was thrown into the sky like a spinning windmill and then smashed into meat sauce.

At that time, I was seriously injured, and my ribs were broken three times. I could only run into the sewer in a familiar place. Finally, I used the sewer to escape from Boris and rushed into the old river to float with the waves. I was lucky enough to survive. Also really big.

After going ashore, I dragged my severely injured body and staggered for a while, and finally found a deserted and uninhabited village - under the tyranny of Lure VIII, such villages abounded, and the men were exhausted. Taxation can only be thrown away.

Panting and resting in the room, I did some manipulations on the broken ribs. During the period, I fainted due to the excruciating pain. I woke up and continued to do it. After I felt that it was almost the same, I dragged my severely injured body out. Looking for something to eat is the only way to relax.

After half a month, the injury is stable, but there are a few hideous scars on the back - God bless the sea~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I can actually survive with that kind of treatment, it can only be said that I was blind God's grace.

Another day, when I was out looking for food, I found a short tree with berries, and when I picked it up and stuffed it in my mouth, I ran into the forest ranger.

As soon as he saw me, he screamed loudly, and then blew the magic whistle, and the whole forest erupted with sharp noises, and his roar: "There is another troll who refuses to starve obediently to eat the berries of the master!"

broken! This is the domain of the nobles! That was the first thought in my mind, and then the second thought was, I should run away immediately.

But how could I, who had just healed, outrun the thugs of the nobles? After a while, the nobleman's thugs caught me, and then I couldn't help but say that it was a fat beating. The ribs were not broken in the middle, and it could only be said that the sea **** blessed me.

While I was lying on the ground dying, the noble heard a message and stopped the servant from beating me. Because he heard that of the three serfs who fled when they heard that they were about to serve in the military, although two were caught, one was beaten to death on the way.

"It's over, it's already reluctant to miss half of the staff, and now there's one less. I can't imagine the white-faced **** looking at my expression. No matter how much bribes are paid, I can't make a difference. The lack of staff is too outrageous..."

Speaking of which, the nobles turned their attention to me.

I was born in a slum gang. Compared with those slums with yellow faces and thin skin, my muscles are quite developed, so it only took a second for the nobles to decide to take me as the worst.

So, after pardoning my death penalty, the nobles gave me a few simple treatments, mixed me with his serfs who were going to do military service, and let me go to the front line.

By the way, the name that the noble housekeeper made up for me is also called Luer, and it seems that this name is really popular.

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