"Recently, it seems those farmers are making some moves." Oligarch Mossley from Le Bi stopped reading the newspaper suddenly.
In the wobbling carriage, the leather merchant and Silver Castle councilor Gatz, sitting across from him, stopped wiping his eyes.
He lifted his head, squinting at Mossley through the light from the window: "What have you heard?"
"Nothing, but that's exactly why I'm scared; they've barely made any noise."
"That's a good thing," Gatz put his glasses on, "you don't understand, farmers don't know about these things, and they don't care."
"Do they really not care?"
Unlike Gatz, a new oligarch self-made from the guild head family, Mossley came from a hereditary oligarch family.
Compared to Gatz, his understanding of the lower classes is too limited, so he often has to consult with Gatz, the older generation's bourgeois counter-revolutionary fighter.
