"The regular army's gone, the gangs are gone, the staff's gone, the guards are part of us..." Murphy is mumbling to himself in the empty reception room, "So from now on, this City of Gath is my demons' world~ ahahaha~"

Not far behind him, Pepe is looking at her master without a word, feeling he is getting farther and farther from the image of a master manipulator.

She can't let her master continue in this delirium. Pepe thought and deliberately made a gradually increasing footstep sound, then gently knocked on the partially open wooden door. Sure enough, the inside Murphy immediately returned to his unfathomable appearance.

"So it's my good apprentice, what's up?" Murphy asked seriously, as if the one just now was not him.

"Master, Mr. Alaric has sent someone to ask when you will lift the blockade in the city." Pepe held a bundle of scrolls bound into volumes, looking very busy.

"So anxious? Has his department store restocked?" Murphy was somewhat curious.

"Mr. Alaric said that the gangs didn't find the location of the warehouse and only plundered the goods on the face of the shop..."

Murphy suddenly felt speechless about the ruffians, "Tell him, wait another three days, after all, it takes time to set rules."

"Okay, master, about the new rules..."

"Give it to Byron, and you can practice magic."

“Okay.”

The apprentice's recent magic practice has been a bit lax, and as a magic girl who sells blood and streams, her HP reduction speed can't even catch up with the recovery speed, which is enough to prove that she has not practiced seriously.

While Murphy was pondering how to turn his first apprentice into a frightening black wizard, Byron walked into the reception room.

"How's the preparation?"

"City of Gath is still under complete blockade, small teams have been stationed in other towns within the territory, and the border patrol team has also been arranged, no one can come in and no one can get out."

"Very well." Murphy stood up, "The operation officially begins."

The North District of City of Gath, once the most prosperous area, has now turned into half a dead city.

The so-called dead city does not mean that this place is full of corpses or uninhabited, but the entire North District has entered a gloomy state.

And it is called half, because the vast Reed Castle is still immersed in a sea of joy.

The reason is simple —— the pillars of many higher societies families have vanished overnight. But if these families knew that the master of their family who used to be pointing the country is now farming behind the demons, I don't know what kind of feeling they would have.

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"Bang bang bang!"

The door of the staff leader's house was knocked. A maid in an old hemp cloth dress carefully opened the door in a slit, "May I ask what's the matter? The master is not at home."

The visitor held a sheepskin paper with a stamp, "We are here to confiscate here, please make way."

Upon hearing this, the maid showed an incredulous look on her face and staggered towards the house, "Ma'am, ma'am, something bad..."

There was soon a clanging sound from the house. After knocking out a few housekeepers with long sticks, the female relatives and descendants of the staff leaders were kindly invited by the miner skeletons to the houses prepared in advance in the north of the South District. The original servants were all dismissed, and in the original home of the staff leader, a few skeletons were rummaging through boxes.

Boxes of gold and silver were constantly moved to the storeroom of Reed Castle. The homes of the staff were like the holes of squirrels in winter, with wealth inside that was astonishing.

In the castle warehouse, Murphy sat on a pile of gold and silver coins that had piled up into a small mountain. Grabbing a handful at random, he let them slip away from his fingers, "Ah, money must be spent. Saving and saving still benefits me. What do you think?"

Pepe looked at the master rolling in the gold coins and sneered: "I don't have so much money, how do I know if it's right or wrong?"

The staff's houses were confiscated for a full two days before they ended. Just like every hibernating squirrel has more than one tree hole, every staff member also has more than one house.

Among these people who usually live in the North District, they often take out a little money to help some homeless beautiful women settle down in the west district, and then hide part of their wealth in the hidden compartments of the walls. This made the skeleton's search more difficult. When he heard that there were hidden compartments, Murphy couldn't help but sigh, feeling as if he had caught the unexpected joy of the brave...

Two days passed, and the family members of the staff had all been settled in. Murphy thoughtfully arranged for the mistresses and the legal wives of the staff members to live in the same yard. It was convenient to shift the hatred of the staff's family members towards him and Byron.

Now, the families of the staff not only have to handle everything themselves but also live under the same roof with the people they least like. They live face to face every day. Many people already hate their missing father or husband...

Now, the North District of City of Gath has completely become a ghost city except for Reed Castle. Murphy plans to use the remaining mansions and yards to reward those who are brainy and willing to work hard.

Finally, there is only one thing remaining —— it is to spread his voice to every corner of City of Gath, letting this city only have one master, of course, in the name of Seth.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of hitting iron echoed through the streets and alleys of City of Gath. The civilians hiding in their homes are all listening to the following words, lest they miss a detail and be punished in the future.

"Starting tomorrow, City of Gath will resume normal operation, and the blockade will be lifted! Specific changes will be notified by someone, so everyone, please don't worry."

"Starting tomorrow..."

The civilians were very happy when they heard that it would be lifted tomorrow. After all, some of the civilians living in the city made money by working. If work was delayed for five days, this month's wages would be discounted. Of course, it is better to return as soon as possible. But what is this door-to-door notice for?

Not long after the announcement team left the street, a family's door was knocked on. A man shrank his neck and opened the door, seeing two burly men.

"May I ask you are..."

"Open the door, we're here to announce the new orders."

The man's hand dared not move slowly, and quickly opened the door to let the two men in. After all, his family's windy wooden door might not be able to withstand a kick even if he didn't open it.

The two miner skeletons looked around at the low house and said, "Are there any other people in the house? Get them all out."

"Yes. Yes." The man bowed, "Wife, come out, there are new orders to listen to."

A woman came out of the kitchen wiping her hands continually on the front of her clothes, stood beside the man, and bent her body to the same arc as him.