Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 47

Sean sends Francis' weapons information to Adam.When he came out, it was already dark.

Although there was still more than an hour before the curfew began, pedestrians hurried on their way, as if they would be caught in prison if they were too slow.Someone complained that "the curfew is a proof of social regression", and when they saw the patroller coming from the opposite side, they stopped talking, raised their collars, lowered the brim of their hats, and trotted quietly.

Street patrols are found in every street except the slums.Some lawmakers claimed that it is very necessary to establish dignity during this warning period when "people are prone to impulsively do wrong things".But Sheehan thought it was panic-mongering.It was the private soldiers of the nobles who were in charge of patrolling the streets at night, and he could even recognize which family they came from from the badges on their chests.

Naturally, Sean thought of the old days.During the period when the nobles frequently protested to the royal family and the people were dissatisfied with the heavy collection, the royal family also issued a ban on traveling at night and dispatched troops.Interestingly, 50 years later, in this reformed country, the nobility still maintain their private armies.These noble people must have weapons aimed at civilians before they can sleep peacefully. Even if the times have progressed, they have made no progress in this matter.

If the private army is not abolished, then liberty and equality will be nothing but empty talk.

Sean took a step forward, but heard the sound of knocking on the glass from his side.He looks to the right.It was a coffee shop, and Fanny was sitting by the velvet sofa against the glass window.Sean gripped the flat iron box in his hand and walked in.

"What a coincidence, I was looking for you. Why are you here alone?"

"I'll come out to relax." Fanny's mouth curled up slightly, and she pointed to the opposite sofa. "Don't stand up all the time, sit down. The curfew starts at ten o'clock, and we still have some time."

Sean sat down and looked at each other calmly.On this woman, there is no complicated and soft attire, nor the dazzling brilliance of diamond decoration, but she is much more attractive than the ladies who deliberately dress up, and the light of wisdom and justice in her eyes is amazing.At this moment, Fanny's face was pale with grief, but her eyes were as firm as ever: "I believe that you and Francis are not lying about the private arms manufacturing, but my father never said a word, whether it was to the people or to me. I will help him Apologize."

"You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault." Under the pressure of unwillingness, Sean said lightly: "There is no way to be more sensible than 'delay', the curiosity and anger of the people will dissipate as time goes by. But some people will remember it, like your father killed Francis' sister..."

"How is it possible!" Fanny denied, "As a businessman and politician, my father may have done some inappropriate things, but he would never kill anyone."

"You wouldn't have thought that he would fall in love with a girl your age, would you?" Sean looked directly at him.

"They're supposed to be just friends. My father doesn't make love to young girls." Fanny grew paler. "Let's move on to the factory."

Shane shook his head wearily.He has no energy or mood to argue with others. "Forget it, you don't know anything..."

"I'm not clueless," interrupted Fanny. "You think I'm moving out, without his support, just for the sake of marriage? Not quite. My father was a fine, perfect man, there's no doubt about it. But he Some illusory things gradually became terrifying, although he deliberately concealed it, I could feel it."

"That's not 'illusory'." Sean corrected: "You are respectable, and there is no doubt about that."

They all know what that is - power.This intangible wealth and weapons can almost allow people to obtain and destroy everything.But some things will not be destroyed by power, they can even counterattack and destroy those in power.

It's the same old days again, Sheen thought.Large automatons have become the new gods, except that they are more realistic than gods.Members of parliament who don't care about the life and death of civilians occupy most of the seats in the parliament, and this governing body is like the former imperial power.

He believed that times could change again.Although the enemy is powerful, the situation is no more serious than it was 50 years ago.More civilians understand what freedom and equality are, and they yearn for it.As long as it can mobilize people...

"I have to go." Sean got up and put the iron box he was holding on the table. "I found it in Francis' bedroom. He put a note on it saying he'll give you this after he dies."

"I can't. I'm a wife now, and a mother even more," Fanny answered quickly.But when she saw Sean raising his hand to take it away, she quickly changed her words: "No! Let me see what it is." She opened the lid of the iron box expectantly and anxiously.

Sean stared at Fanny quietly.The moment the answer to the mystery was revealed, she leaped upwards as if stung by something, and then closed the box lid forcefully.Sean caught a glimpse of an outdated lady's ring and a sharp knife of unusual material in the box.Sean didn't know why, but Fanny obviously understood.

"Father really fell in love with that girl. He actually gave her my poor mother's wedding ring! This ivory knife was used by my stranger to carve out the bones and skins - he bought it in the early sea trade! Perhaps you are That's right. I'll find out." She wrapped her head in her slender arms and moaned softly, "My God! Father, how could you do this!"

Sean wanted to comfort the other party, but he didn't have time; there were only 15 minutes left before the curfew, and he had to run back immediately, or he would be in trouble.As for Fanny, he need not worry at all.As long as she declares her identity, no one in this city will dare to embarrass her.

"Don't feel guilty, it's not your fault. But you should think about him as a businessman and politician. Goodbye." Sean turned and rushed out, almost bumping into other guests.He ran across the street, through a narrow alley formed by two rows of pointed buildings, and into another street.After repeating this several times, he would be able to return to the slums—if he hadn't been stopped halfway.

Sean took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "Five minutes."

"Yes, but you don't have time to go back. You can't run that fast." The man from the Zhanying family had a gun on his head and swung the stick in his hand.

Sean defended himself: "If you don't stop me, I can get back in time."

"Then don't go back." The man sneered and took a step towards Sean.His companions followed immediately.

Sean understands each other's psychology.No matter how society changes, there will always be such people.They look aggressive as roosters, always go out of their way to bully those who are weaker than them, and get high like smoking weed.But when they met a strong man, even if the other party stepped on the back of his head and stepped him into the dust, he would not protest.

Sean was sure to bring these people down—even if they tried to gang up, but he didn't want to cause trouble.When he was in trouble, he heard the sound of the brakes of the steam locomotive.Someone came over and pulled Sean away.The challengers raised no objection; they dared not.

"Your identity is really useful."

"So I can go to the opera and stay there until the show ends at eleven o'clock." Medanzuo didn't let Sean get in the car with him, but instead signaled the driver to drive the car away. "If I didn't come out early, you would have been arrested."

"No, I'll beat them down." Sean wanted to break free from his wrist.But when he thought that Medanzo's injured eye might be involved, he hesitated.He let Metatron hold his hand and lead him. "where to?"

"Of course it's your home."

"You seem to know the route well. I remember you've only been there twice, and probably by airship or locomotive."

"I went to the ghetto a few times after that," Medanzo said. "Brian went to help every week, and I went with him. Sometimes I could see you, but you were mad at me, So I didn't go to say hello to you."

"Oh!" Sean was a little surprised: "It's really you. I heard an old lady say that the beautiful friend of the short-haired nobleman helped her install a steam engine under the wheelchair and make it automatic. I originally planned to Do her this favor. Have you begun to appreciate the sufferings of the people?"

Mei Danzuo chuckled twice, then gasped because of his eye injury. "It's not just that. I read the propaganda documents of all the trade unions in the city, and I have already understood the demands of the people at all levels. Then, I came to a conclusion."

"What?" Sean asked with interest.

"We—the aristocrats you call—are dangerous. I used to only care about the property status of friendly or rival families, and as you know, it has been steadily rising. So I have only recently realized how tired the entire market is. Lower middle class How dissatisfied are the people. The gorgeous top floor is in jeopardy because the pillars are falling apart." He lowered his voice: "To be honest, I don't think the people can overthrow us, but they can bring down the city and even the country. And the greedy people who climbed up Merchants are also staring at us."

"Isn't this self-inflicted?" Sean has long been accustomed to Medanzuo's frankness: "I can already imagine what your decisions are. Vincent has already formed a camp, and it is impossible to openly confront them. Therefore, you Will wait for the angry people to confront Vincent's gang, and then..."

Medanzo yanked him, and then pushed Sean into a space formed by a tower and the main building.Sean hit his back against the wall.He stood up straight and looked at each other puzzled.

"Quit." Medanzuo's voice showed that he could not refuse: "God, since you know, why do you continue to participate in their activities!"

Sean sighed, "You shouldn't have reminded me of this."

"Does it matter?" Medanzuo asked back, a little excited: "A person with a firm belief will not change his plan because of anything. More than 50 years ago, when our neighboring country invaded us, the civilian army was the vanguard and bore the brunt of the aggressors. .Didn't you know that this was deliberately done by the nobles? But you still went!"

"You?" Sean was stunned for a while before he could speak.He was first surprised by the change of Medanzo's wording from "extreme" to "firm", and guessed whether the other party had given up his arrogance because he was no longer ignorant; but the second half of what the other party said was simply unbelievable. "You know who I am."

"Yes, my grandfather told me."

What a mouthful, Sean thought. "Then why do you still ask? I won't quit. So what if I am used as a gun? I can't just watch my companions struggle. I am willing to be that gun and work hard for change, that's all."

Medanzuo smiled self-deprecatingly: "I thought you would at least consider me."

"I'm sorry." Sean lowered his head and stopped looking at Medanzo's face.The other party's expression and words made him sad. "But you have to know that even death can't shake ideals. Even... well, even if I fall in love with you, feelings can't change my position, understand?"

Medanzo obviously understood.He suddenly went crazy, pressed Sean against the wall and kissed hard.Sean really wanted to punch him, but when he saw Medanzo's eye patch and frown frowning in pain, he loosened his clenched fist.He put his hand on the other's back and stroked, again and again.

I beat him so badly with my own hands, I was so happy then, but now I'm so soft-hearted, it's terrible.

The author has something to say: Is there a change in the attack~ Is there a progress in the relationship~ XDD

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