"What do you want? Let's negotiate. The councilors are discussing it. Go back first." The old priest, dressed in pajamas, looked at them helplessly.
"No, we want to meet in person and lay out the stakes!"
"Laying out the stakes may not lead to any results."
"If there are no results, we'll continue laying out the stakes until there are results!"
"Why go to such lengths?"
"If they have the guts, let them kill us. We just want a result."
A guild leader in a silk robe couldn't hold back and rushed out, swinging a horsewhip: "You mud-legged people dare storm the Parliament Hill? Do you want to die?"
Seeing this guild leader, many of the helpers and laborers instinctively stopped in their tracks.
After all, they had suffered under his whip before, forming a subconscious reaction.
It was extremely dangerous at that moment. If their momentum was truly stopped, their spirit would dissipate completely.
Farabauer would not tolerate such a situation.
