Reincarnator
< 35. Sacrificial Voting (2) >
Altair looks embarrassed.
Sacrifice votes.
I don't know what the sacrifice was, but it seemed clear that it wasn't good.
The whole town wasn't in a frenzy when the voting started.
Especially as it was crucial to collect three votes, there were increasing speeches and swearing from all over the village.
Someone was running around the village, and someone was confronting each other and discussing something.
Everyone is desperate.
Later.
Several of the rioters are closing in on the allies.
"Hey, rookies! We need to talk!"
"..."
Altair staggers to see those approaching in a threatening fashion.
Their number, including the Tributes, is only nine.
However, at first glance, there are more than twenty opponents.
Plus a lot of urgency, shiny eyes.
This is the most dangerous thing.
People who can't afford it, sometimes they do things they can't even imagine.
'Dammit, you have to teach them what a vote is.'
Then.
Huuug!
One of the guards, watching from the watchtower, swoops down to the ground.
Tadak.
The sound of landing was not so light, but the aftermath was not even light.
"Ugh..."
The peasants swoop in and look at the guards.
Helm, the sitting security guard, looks at the altars, smiles and looks around and shouts.
"You know enough. Violence is forbidden."
"Damn it..."
With a sigh of relief, Altair sighs at the accustomed guard.
The first people to guide them.
Altair looks at Helm and asks.
"What's the big deal about voting?"
Helm laughs in relief.
"Well, in a nutshell, popular label."
"What?"
Altair looks stunning.
Everyone is desperate to vote for popularity.
That can't be right.
Seeing such an altar, Helm began to explain further.
"Our town has a reason to draw its offering. Periodically."
"..."
Sacrifice.
Offensive words.
Looking at the altar, Helm continued to talk.
"Actually, I don't know what happens to those who are sacrificed. But it's true, isn't it? So we had to meet the quota eventually because everyone was trying not to go · ·. The standards were too ambiguous. Based on what's strong · · ·. It's weird, isn't it? It's not like you can really list your strengths. It's the same with necessity. That means our village is still democratic to force someone to take it like a king."
"... That's right."
"That's why I came out with this ballot."
Vote.
The rules are simple.
One vote per person.
Farmers can give this ticket to anyone in the town they deem necessary, except themselves.
No matter who you give it to, it's your heart.
You may not be needed by others, but you may at least be needed too much by yourself.
"The numbers change every time · · ·. Considering the number of sacrifices to be drawn, at least three people should be recommended. That's the only way to stay in town. Not bad. Sometimes I had to get five votes."
Helm said so far, but he thought to himself, "I'll tell you what."
You don't have to be nice to a self-righteous girl.
'It's a huge disadvantage to newbies like you.'
It's not just about strength, it's about time in town.
Usually, those in town actively appeal to others.
That you're the one in town that needs this.
It was originally designed to draw sacrifices, but this had a more positive effect than I thought.
Ordinary people have no choice but to take a little advantage.
Even if it's harmful to your colleagues.
However, once the sacrificial system has been introduced, it cannot take it any further than a certain level.
That way, you won't owe me for the next vote.
No one wants to keep a dog by his side in a dangerous environment all the time.
Also known as legal execution.
In addition to image management, residents of the village actively participate in table management by forming and managing their connections with each other.
Of course, you can still get votes for the next three days, but it's much safer if you have someone to vote for you before that.
Helm says he has to collect three votes, and he looks stunning.
The second time you hit something else, you have a serious problem.
"Ridiculous... so you're being dragged to a third of the sacrifices?"
That's ridiculous.
I don't know how many cycles it takes to pull the sacrifice, but if it is cut to pieces at once, the town will probably be preserved.
Helm laughs.
"This is a fact · · · ·. It's different."
"What?"
"You peasants are one vote per person. But you don't want anyone else to do that, do you?"
Democratic.
But I've only democratically set it up so far.
Never, not like the modern society.
..................................
Karhal, a hunter back in town, whistles as he looks at himself with a sarcastic expression.
"Phew. What brings you here? Talk about it like it's nothing to see."
That's what McKillen said, gripping his teeth.
"... you knew the cycle of sacrifice in your village was coming, right?"
The sacrificial votes that came as soon as I entered town.
200 people, including McKillen, immediately entered the village and were in a crisis of disconnection.
As soon as they entered the village, Keron and Etiannon were holding them captive, and there was no one.
Even if we vote back and forth, only about 70 people can survive a third.
Karjal nods.
"I knew it."
Tae-yeon Karhal's words.
What's wrong with Karhal's attitude is that McKillen is furious.
"Damn it! What if they bring us here right away?" You could have brought her here after the vote! "
Sacrifice voting doesn't take long.
What if Karhal left them under the Abyss and then brought them back?
At least this sacrifice vote can be avoided.
Then they would have been able to buy time.
In case the next sacrifice is voted for.
But who are they leaning against when this happens?
Karhar's jaw snaps.
Clear ridicule.
McKillen flinched at Karhal's expression.
"... what is it?"
Karjal smiled and said.
After all, that's how you are.
"Only you will fall short of this sacrifice... What if you lose two hundred men? What's the crime of dragging 200 people instead?"
"..."
"At least they used to gather food for the village and lick other people's toes to collect tickets. They fight all sorts of things. Comparing you to those guys... I think it's obvious who should be taken to the sacrifice."
Karhar doesn't have to judge.
Everything will be told by the results of the vote.
"In the end, you too. You stepped on people."
That's what McKillen cried out because he couldn't take it anymore.
"Son of a bitch! We were locked up because of you!"
Karhal nods in anger at McKillen's cry.
Wipe that smile off your face.
"Yes. That's why you came, isn't it? You want us to take responsibility?"
"Phew · · ·. Phew."
In Karjal's words, McKillen restrained his temper and began to breathe deeply.
The target knows what it wants.
Now is the time to get to the point.
"Yes, if you are human. At least this time, give us our vote. You · · ·. You have ten votes per person."
Two Hunter privileges.
First, they are completely excluded from the sacrifice vote.
Second, they have the right to ten tickets per capita.
There is nothing wrong with power alone.
A hunter is a precious creature that cannot be exchanged for peasant heat from the side of town.
This is the true benefit of the hunters above the peasants.
For them, this sacrifice vote is just a stunning sight across the river.
That's why McKillen came to Karjal.
Karhal's team, the 30 votes, totals 300 votes.
Moreover, if he can mobilize, he can gather more.
Karjal grins at Mackill's words.
You're asking for the right to save 200 other people. "
McKillen gripped his teeth and said,
"I can't help it. And you can't ignore it. How am I supposed to stop them from opening their mouths when they're about to be taken to the sacrifice?"
No one knows what will happen if they are taken to the sacrifice.
But at least we don't have to deal with those hunters anymore.
If they keep their mouths shut and reveal the truth, sanctions will be put on the hunters immediately.
Karhal looks at McKillen with a rather intimidating fang and nods as the bear ponders.
"I'll take that. Keron and Etiannon aren't the only ones who got into trouble." There are certain areas we have to take responsibility for. "
The moment McKillen's expression lit up in Karhal's reply.
Karjal opens his mouth.
"However, I can't give you all 600 votes. We'll, um... yeah. 300 votes. We'll only give you 300 votes."
"What?"
Karhar opens his mouth with a look of reassurance.
"Of course. Why do farmers usually want to lick our toes?"
If a free pass to farmers is not issued, even those who are hunters cannot play around with farmers.
But even if they don't, a fairly large number of peasants make suggestions outside the village and out of the guard's sight.
Ask for a vote next time I sell me to you.
There's no reason to refuse as hunters.
Karjal continued to speak.
"We have a lot of votes to settle. You expect me to collect and beat the crap out of all of them? At least this is too much. This story will give us as much leverage as we can."
"..."
McKillen's mouth says, "Why not?" He climbs up and down his throat.
I can't do that.
If they do, they will be killed by the same farmer, even if they pass this vote safely.
'... where are the remaining votes.'
MacKillian's expression is increasingly urgent.
After seeing Mackill like that, Karhal opens his mouth with a smile.
"Or go to Hansoo. I don't know if it's just you."
"What?"
........................................
Altair urgently began to tear the town apart, leading his troops.
'We have to find it quickly.'
Hansoo is their only ally now.
They totaled nine.
Only twenty-seven labels are required, and no one can vote for them.
Really no one.
We should at least get ten votes from Hansoo and be called out from there.
However, after holding his mind and running fast, Altair realized he was too late.
"Please give me a ticket! One vote! I saved two votes!"
"Please! Just give me two votes and I'll do anything! I have quite a collection of runes! Please!"
There was already a commotion near Hansoo.
It wasn't just one or two.
Nearly hundreds of people were gathering around.
'Oh, my God.'
Altair sticks out his tongue.
I had to.
The number of hunters in town is obvious.
And those hunters' votes were split a long time ago.
The ten votes of the new hunter are their lifeblood.
Altair hesitates, looking at their attitude as if they were gangsters.
Violence is forbidden, but the look on their faces never seemed to end well.
In fact, the people gathered here have no choice.
They've all seen what the harvester, Takedoux, is chewing on with a snack.
We don't know what will happen to those who go to the sacrifice.
But what if we get pushed out of here?
I'm being dragged away by someone who treats Humans like that.
When everyone looks desperate and shouts out what they can offer.
One of them glances at Altair and back.
It's been a long time since the impression of new arrivals has spread to the town.
As if he was conscious of the guards, he couldn't use his hands, but the man who approached him quite intimidatingly whispered towards the altar.
"Hey. Wouldn't it be better for you to be human?"
"What?"
The man looked around and said,
"Most of these guys have already collected two votes. I've been collecting since I was a kid."
Then the man narrows his eyes.
I was no exception myself.
'Damn... I thought two surfaces would be enough.'
But after this, a vote is worth a life.
"That means ten people won't leave with his ticket. But you need three votes per person to get you out. Then there's only three. Isn't fever better than three human beings? I'm not dying. Give it up. You know what else? Will you be okay if I go?"
That's what this monkey said.
Altair looks ridiculous.
I don't really feel like sacrificing, but I can tell by their attitude.
You can never be dragged away.
'But I still have a face... Would you treat me like a man?'
Altair stiffens his gaze and walks toward Hansoo.
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