Tobibi? A...a name that seems to be somewhat familiar.

Yu Zecheng seemed to have thought of something, but no matter how familiar he was, he really couldn't remember the people and things represented by this name.

As an old player who has entered this world twice, Yu Zecheng could only smile and nodded: "Wu An, two." m

The prairie elves were still staring at themselves, as if they were thinking about something, and seemed to be confirming something: "Doros, I seem to have seen you there, sir."

Yu Zecheng thought about it, and then he could only give him an apology smile: "I can't remember it, maybe it's just a glance from the street."

"...Maybe." The prairie elf woman named Tobibi smiled and nodded, her long hair tied up behind her head with a hairpin: "You haven't told me yet, your name."

Yu Zecheng thought about it and finally gave him a name: "Friedrich."

"Friedrich, sir, you have a good name." Tobibi said with a smile.

Yu Zecheng smiled. This is a cold joke. Friedrich represents the name of the Crazy King. This seems to be a name that can be called a curse. No indigenous people who have no brains will give themselves or their descendants this name. There are only players... But even players will be somewhat concerned. After all, it is not easy to be hostile to the indigenous people.

"I really, like I've seen you somewhere, Mr. Friedrich." said the little guy named Doroth.

And her female companion pulled her hand: "Dear, we're leaving."

"……All right."

After taking a last look at Yu Zecheng, the little guy said goodbye to her companion and turned around and left.

Yu Zecheng took a breath, lowered his head and listened to his heartbeat.

One sound is like a bell.

The two sounds are like evening drums.

After three sounds, Yu Zecheng raised his head, not minding that he suddenly changed into a butler sitting on the back of a war horse and sorted out the armor collar on his body. The soldiers around him were walking on the street, just like the bloody storm of the Fourth Opening Era.

The gallows next to the street were hung with the bodies of rebels, among them were indigenous people, foreigners, and more were the nobles who were mantis armed with a chariot.

"Butler Qian, you should persuade Your Majesty." A middle-aged man rode a horse to Yu Zecheng. This was a one-eyed man wearing armor but did not change his gentlemanly nature: "The resistance should be damned, but those children..."

"General, the descendants of the rebels will also be rebels, just like the descendants of the nobles will also be nobles. Since they are covered with so-called blue blood, they should pay the price for it. This is a war, a war that changes the future of the world, not the tea party you and I have attended." Yu Zecheng said with a smile, as he answered as before.

"Butler Qian, we should not push everyone to our opposite." The middle-aged man seemed to be struggling on the brink of morality and ideals.

"Do you think that if we give them love and embrace, they can become our friends? General, it is difficult for humans to understand each other. Please understand this no matter what." Yu Zecheng shook his head.

Miller Dora, a true gentleman, noble knight, the knight of the Engels served his master until his legion was completely lost under the attack of the coalition... "General Miller, believe me, there is no possibility of peace between us and them, and only killing can resolve all hatred and grudges."

Yu Zecheng stretched out his hand and patted the middle-aged man.

The latter sighed, nodded, and finally retreated with his horse.

Yu Zecheng also sighed. Recently, he has always been trapped in such a trap of will identification. He must replicate the past plot like before, otherwise the evil thoughts called "Friedrich von Engels" will grow stronger and stronger.

Too much pain and too little reward.

Every appraisal is a torment for Yu Zecheng.

Because he saw too much pain, too many regrets, he saw his friends who were sympathetic to fight on the battlefield due to differences in positions, he met his lovers who fought to the death because of different ideas, and he also met noble and despicable people who came together for the same dream.

Since I was young, Yu Zecheng dreamed of making the world harmonious, because no matter how good the reality is, it is a bit unfair.

As we grew older, we saw too many alien civilizations on the wrong path, and then we realized that the injustice in our eyes had achieved fairness in most cases.

So, we can stand with like-minded people in this world and change the world.

Unfortunately, in the end, all the friends and all the enemies were just pawns in the eyes of the nobles.

The more powerful the Crazy King's army is, the more despicable villains will join it. The noble people are either squeezed out or persecuted to change their ranks. Those speculators only know how to boast, and they can't even arrange troops.

They wanted to harvest the fruits of victory, and they thought they could get more of them, but they did not expect that they would come too early. Even if they cut down the fruit trees, they could only harvest some sour fruits that were sore and astringent.

Yu Zecheng sighed. The scenery beside him had changed. No longer was the young man in a furious dress and angry horse holding a sword. In front of him, the former nobles and the now mad king were completely crazy. He gave an order to execute all the prisoners of war and civilians in the city and to make their bodies into a legion of the living dead.

In the end, Qian Zhijiang, as the butler, had no choice but to assassinate his master.

Because he is no longer his master, Friedrich of the Engels family is dead, and only those who remain in this world are poor people whose minds are twisted by killing and suffering.

It turns out that this world is really like what the sages said. Revolution is not a treat to a meal, it is not an afternoon tea party, nor a happy performance, but a chorus that requires everyone to unite, and no one can escape.

Let me bear all this for him.

When Friedrich's head fell, Qian Zhijiang let the last prairie elves slaves take the head of the Crazy King to surrender outside the city, and he fled from the city with his master's body.

Then, it was buried on the hillside, with no tombstones, no prayers, and no one crying for him, and only the disintegration under the banner.

Yu Zecheng took a breath, lowered his head and listened to his heartbeat.

One sound is like a bell.

The two sounds are like evening drums.

After three sounds, the things in front of Yu Zecheng seemed to be fading. Just as the images on the street were twisted to the extreme, the figure of the girl named Dorothy suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"Mr. Friedrich, what's wrong with you?" she asked.

Just like when he just entered this game, he met the cute and cute little one on the street.
Chapter completed!