This silence didn't last long, and the tiger ranger in Horn Town stood up and looked at Ishak and Avatar in Stallman Town with bad eyes:

"Now that the problems of your two towns are resolved, allow me to say a few more words."

Aware of the tiger-man Sairu's expression, Thorne thought for a while, and then guessed the approximate contradiction between the two sides.

The people of Stallman are all tieflings, and the original dream of the night lords who founded this town was to bring together all the homeless tieflings in the world.

This, for the second and third lords, naturally inherited the original intention of the night lord.

But here is the problem.

The Night Lord is a sorcerer with quasi-legendary strength. Even if she is admitted to the evil tiefling, she also has a way to deal with these dishonest guys.

And Avatar is different.

His own strength has just reached the third rank, coupled with the peace period ushered in by the Emerald Wilderness. As the news of the independence of the Corina Peninsula spread, it directly led to many players and native tieflings from various parts of the continent gathering towards Stowman Town.

The consequences of this can be imagined.

Many tiefling rogues, thieves, and evil spellcasters have infiltrated the town, and then wandered in the dark corners of other towns, secretly doing some shady things.

There are good and evil people in any race.

For more than three years, even many half-elves in the upper city of Waterfall Town have been hacked to death by Thorne himself, many evil half-elves who fish in troubled waters.

What's more, these tiefling races are mostly evil.

The bloodline of the lower planes not only changes their appearance, but also quietly affects the character of those who are not determined.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable that this race is excluded from the world.

It is still a long way to go for the tiefling race to gain a foothold.

"I don't think you guys are clear about this matter." Sailu, the tall and burly tiger man, looked at the golden eyes that Avatar just came up to, and said coldly:

"Just the night before, a Tier 3 tiefling rogue infiltrated our Temple of Wisdom in Horn Town, trying to steal valuables. Our Horn Town paid the lives of five goblin priests to take it down, He's being held in a dungeon now."

"Why didn't this abominable thief kill him on the spot, and why would he be locked up?" Yas, the cursed swordsman beside Carlos, took it. He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

He didn't seem to be satisfied, and wanted to continue talking, but was forcibly interrupted by Carlos.

"He is also a player like us. I am afraid of causing unnecessary disputes, so I will be temporarily imprisoned." The tiger man Sailu left a sentence lightly, sat on the chair, and said no more.

"This is indeed a headache." Facing the rampant tiefling thieves, Sarajan frowned slightly. He picked up the goblet on the table, took a sip and said:

"I think everyone should be well aware that every town has encountered the problem of thieflin thieves. In particular, the town of Falls, which has been in place for half a year, dared to set up a thief organization. Therefore, this problem must be properly resolved. Otherwise, we can only deny any tiefling race to other towns."

"Most people are usually skeptical of tieflings, thinking that their hellish blood is not only imprinted on their appearance, but also in character and morality." Carlos looked at Yas, who was interrupting and ready to speak. , said slowly in a very euphemistic tone:

"However, the truth is that tieflings' bloodline does not affect their personalities to a great extent, but over the years accompanied by distrust, tieflings have changed a lot, and they treat them differently. The distrust of the various races, choosing to put the stereotype of evil into practice."

"Carlos is right." Thorne, who heard the other party's words still sounded like a sentence, echoed, saying:

"Building a territory that belongs to your own tiefling race, and not letting it wander in the darkest and most dilapidated corners of the continent, your starting point is right. But on the issue of changing the world's perception of tieflings... you are more and more concerned. The worse you do, the worse the impression you will have on you. So you need to pay more attention when taking in tieflings."

After Thorne finished speaking, he noticed the two people in Horn Town from the corner of his eyes. He seemed to remember something, so he proposed to Avatar:

"I think you can refer to the method of Horn Town. It is also an evil race, but few of us have heard of ogre trolls making trouble in the town."

In fact, he is also a little dissatisfied with the evil tiefling.

Half a year ago, a group of tieflings, under the leadership of an evil player, directly formed a gang of thieves, wandering in the wilderness, specializing in robbing passing caravans.

With the assistance of the wizard tower, he and the cursed swordsman Yas spent nearly half a month to clean it up.

If it continues like this, the tiefling race will really become a scourge, which will not live up to the expectations of the departing night lord.

For this problem, Thorne also believes that it must be effectively resolved.

As soon as the words were finished, the others echoed and booed, whispering and whispering.

Apparently there is a deep prejudice against the tiefling race.

This is the so-called 'the country is easy to change and the nature is difficult to change'.

The original inhabitants of tieflings are a group of excluded races. It is this kind of rejection that makes most tieflings have great hostility to the world around them. Facing the beautiful things around them, they are gradually distorted by blood. Inwardly, revenge began to arise.

In other words, if you want those tieflings that have already become evil to become good, reopening is the safest way.

Listening quietly to most people's dissatisfaction with Stallman Town, Avatar and Ishak also showed a deep sense of helplessness.

Encountering such a situation, in fact, they did not expect it at the beginning, and they can only blame the thinking at the time for being a little too naive.

Especially those evil tieflings are the most hateful.

When these cunning guys first entered the town, in order to let the town take in them, they swore that they would definitely change their past and start a new life.

Who would have thought that after the forefoot finished speaking, he turned around and forgot, still doing evil things secretly in his own way.

There is no racial concept at all, and many tiefling players who fish in troubled waters have also been added.

This made them realize the major flaws revealed by the Huairou policy they had implemented.

Although they have been working hard to adjust and deal with this situation, they are also strictly controlling the wandering tieflings entering the town, and the situation has gradually stabilized.

Unexpectedly, a tragedy happened in Horn Town that no one wanted to see.

"Lord Cyru, I'm really sorry for the tragedy that happened in Horn Town." Avatar got up, faced the Tiger Ranger, and said apologetically, "As for the tiefling you're detaining, you can do whatever you want, that's him. Blame it on yourself.”

"You don't need to tell me these scenes here, and I'm not a formalist, because I know that no matter how nice the words are, the problem can't be solved, and it's useless... useless."

The tiger man ranger in Horn Town did not appreciate it. He shook the tiger whiskers on both sides, and when he spoke, he deliberately showed his sharp fangs.

Thorne looked at the fierce-looking tiger man. His head was more human-like except for the ears, nose, mouth, and teeth that were close to those of a tiger.

Seeing him here, he suddenly had the idea of ​​reaching out and touching his furry, round tiger head.

However, in the end it was not put into action.

After all, this guy is no better than a war troll. He looks like a tiger all day long. If he is killed by touching his head suddenly, I'm afraid he won't bite it directly.

"Don't worry, we Stallman Town will deal with this matter as soon as possible." Avatar assured everyone.

After speaking, he mechanically sat on the chair with his hands on his knees, stared down at the floor under his feet, and began to consider Thorne's suggestion to him to learn from the management method of Horn Town.

Although this method is indeed the fastest, but unless it is a last resort, he really does not want to use the last plan.

Seeing that the problem has been resolved, Salayan, who presided over the meeting, was about to read out the next plan, and a shadow shrouded his head.

Apparently, someone stood up again.

So he looked up subconsciously, and found that it was the people of Horn Town again, but this time it was replaced by the war troll Kohando.

Salayan, who has held many meetings, knows very well that in every meeting, the people from Horn Town have the most opinions.

But the other party's eyes made him feel a little uneasy, and he seemed to be coming at himself.

"What's the matter with you?" Sarajan looked at the troll with some inexplicable guilt.

"Of course there is something." The war troll Kehan ​​nodded. There was no joy or sorrow on his ugly rubber face, but there was a hint of gunpowder in his tone:

"A month ago, your Twilight Town recruited 200 kobold miners to our Horn Town. But in recent days, two kobolds who secretly escaped from the mining area reported to us that your Twilight Town foreman abused kobolds. human phenomenon."

"There is still such a thing." Sarajan didn't seem to know, so he quickly turned to look at Horat sitting on the right: "Who is responsible for the iron mines in the south."

"It's Gehao." Horat smiled and blinked his pale red eyes at him, and said without thinking.

"Brother Kohando, don't worry, when I go back and investigate this matter, I will give you a perfect explanation." Hearing that it was the barbarian, Sarayan frowned, stood up and bowed to the troll Salute, earnestly assured.

As a lord, he naturally wouldn't say nonsense to the other party such as "I have already explained that they treat kobolds well".

At this moment, the first thing you need to express to people is your attitude towards this matter.

"Who is your brother?" Kehando didn't appreciate it, his heavy body sat on the chair with a dull sound, he turned his head to the side, and said angrily:

"These kobolds are carefully nurtured from an egg by our Horn Town, and raised with hard work, they are not slaves who are beaten and scolded at will.

Sarayan, I can tell you that if there is an accident with a kobold, I will not stop with you. In the future, if you want to requisition miners and labor from our Horn Town, old... I will be the first to refuse! "

"Don't worry, if the matter is true, I will definitely handle this issue and give you a satisfactory answer." Sarayan scolded the barbarian and assured the troll again.