"I have no contact with those rebel thugs. Of course I am just an insider." Angie Beina said confidently.
"Is it worth it?" Sean asked after a long silence.
Sean did not ask Angie Beina why she did this.
Not only because he had long known Angie Beina's hatred for Grand Duke Borg.
Also because he didn’t want to hear an answer from her mouth that he didn’t like, which would damage Angie Beina’s image in his mind.
Sean knows that most of the answers to this question are not beautiful and are also the most meaningless.
"It's worth it!" Angie Beina replied resolutely, obviously knowing what he was asking.
"There is a fundamental problem with the policy of Commander Manyu. When the entire Byron Alliance was on the road to emancipation of slaves, he went in the opposite direction and embarked on the road of mainly selling slaves. This
This ideology is anti-human and anti-social development.”
"If it were to be changed through political reform, it would take at least decades, or even hundreds of years, because my great, willful father would never admit that his decision back then was wrong, and any objections would be rejected by him.
There are no exceptions to the brutal suppression, and those with vested interests are also the biggest resistance to political change."
"Instead of doing this, it is better to mess up the whole situation and rise from the ashes. By then, what we will see will be a brand new Manyu military leader. By then, there will no longer be distinctions between Byrons and Andis people.
There will be no more slaves and masters."
Angie Beina was as calm as ever, and even her voice didn't change much, but her eyes were sparkling, as if her whole person was shining with a layer of crystal light, which was very different from usual. This was the enthusiasm that burst out from deep in her heart.
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"The price paid for doing this is too high after all." Sean sighed.
Throughout history, any uprising that aims to resist tyranny is a devastating riot. The casualties are far higher than in conventional wars because they involve so many people.
If Sean's fire in the Bastille brought turmoil and war to the leaders of the Maneuver Army, it was a war from above.
So the fire in the arena today is a pure bottom-level war. It can be foreseen that if they are not suppressed immediately, they will start a prairie fire and spread to the entire Manyu Army in the shortest possible time.
, wherever there are slaves.
Sean's influence on Manyu's military leader was from top to bottom. It seemed huge, but the actual impact was very little. At most, it caused several years of turmoil for the entire military leader. The financial crisis of the noble and lords, big and small, did not touch the foundation at all.
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The slave gladiator uprising was shaken from the bottom up. Once it spreads, it will inevitably shake the world, and the entire Manyu army will undergo earth-shaking changes.
But this process will inevitably be accompanied by a lot of bloodshed, as evidenced by the Solo City outside, which has turned into a Shura hell, with shouts, screams, howls... mixed together, filled with blood and fire.
There was a hint of unbearability in Angie Beina's eyes. What she just said, rather than saying it to Sean, it was better to say it to herself, firming up her own ideas, almost gritting her teeth.
"An overcorrection must be overcorrected and cannot be established without breaking. The rule of Commander Manyu has been rotten to the core and must be completely broken before a new order can be established."
Sean sighed and said no more, because he had no position to condemn Angie Beina, nor was he qualified to condemn Starbuck.
Such a big matter cannot be decided overnight.
He and his medical clinic simply coincidentally got involved and acted as a catalyst, speeding up the process and inadvertently helping the slave gladiators.
Even without him and his medical clinic, as long as there are caring people like Starbuck and Angie Beina, it will only be a matter of time before the slave gladiator uprising breaks out under the leadership of Manyu.
The entire society is like a big dye vat. People in it will be dyed with colorful colors. Everyone has their own dreams and pursuits.
Grand Duke Borg's, Angie Beina's, Starbuck's, nobles and nobles, slave owners, small townspeople, gladiators, including those humble, seemingly numb slaves.
Including himself, whether in a restaurant or a medical clinic, he has his own utilitarianism. It is everyone's instinct to want to make his life better. Who does he have to blame others?
"Miss, the guards have sent the Grand Duke back, what should we do?"
A man wearing silver armor and holding a helmet bowed and saluted and asked, and then added something.
"The Grand Duke has fallen into a coma and does not know whether he is alive or dead."
Sean's eyes suddenly condensed. He was another champion knight who had tempered his body to the peak. When did the champion knights turn into carrots and cabbages everywhere? In just one week, he actually saw five champions.
knight.
Angie Beina did not speak directly, but said to Sean: "Let me introduce to you, this is General Christopher, and this is Ms. Elena's son Sean."
Christopher?!
Sean's face remained unchanged, but he was surprised in his heart, and his evaluation of Angie Beina had reached a new level.
Sean has not been idle during this period. He has been studying the aristocratic history of the Man Yu Army and even the Byron Alliance. He is proficient in it, but at least he is no longer as ignorant as before.
Although Christopher and him have never met, they can be considered old acquaintances. It is undoubtedly the leader of the Manyu Army who led the army to attack them. In name, it is Patram, but in fact the person in charge is the middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance.
people.
Christopher is a legendary figure among the Manyu military leaders. He was born into a poor peasant family.
When he was a child, his family was poor and could not feed so many children. As the eldest son, he chose to join the army.
Following the young Archduke Borg on his expeditions to the north and south, he reached his current position step by step. Although there was some appreciation from the Archduke Borg, it was more of a chopping with a broken knife.
He is regarded as the idol of dreams by countless common people who have dreams, and they hope that one day they can be crowned marquises and knights like him.
He has always been regarded as the most loyal eagle dog of Archduke Borg, which can be seen from his restraint on Patram.
He has always presented himself as a neutral faction, but unexpectedly he has secretly defected to Angie Beina.
What outrageous things has Grand Duke Borg done in these years? He actually made the people closest to him leave him one by one!
Now it seems that he was not unjust at all for being plotted against.
"Jiu Yang, your tempting Eli trap has opened my eyes."
Christopher named him by name in one sentence, and he knew Sean's true identity, and the look he looked at him was obviously scrutinizing.
The other party brought him a huge defeat just a year ago, and looking back on it now is still full of shame and disbelief.
After all, they didn't even see their regular army. An empty city was set ablaze in the backyard. It was defeated without a fight. This was rare throughout history. He became the most typical negative example.
"It's just a small trick to create danger, and it can't be put on the stage. If it weren't for the fact that the composition of the general's army was too mixed at that time, and some people made their own decisions, the so-called strategy would be nothing more than a joke."
This was not all politeness. The fire in the Bastille burned down the aristocratic private army, and the direct line led by Christopher remained intact.
If the fire hadn't burned them to death, captured too many nobles, big and small, and allowed Manyu's army to lead a fire in the backyard, this battle would still have been fought. The Yongye Army would not have been as simple as retreating a hundred kilometers to give up the military isolation zone.
Sean glared at Angie Beina fiercely, as if she must have leaked his identity.
Angie Beina responded with a sweet smile, seemingly not seeing Sean's anger.
"No matter what the reason is, a successful strategy is a good strategy." Christopher retorted more seriously, but he did not forget the business, "Miss, how will the Grand Duke handle it."
"Of course we are letting them in. We are preparing the medical room for self-defense and not to rebel and seize power. Doctor Tang, next, I need to trouble you to treat my father." Anji Beina said with a normal expression.
"Miss Angie Beina, are you planning to put me on the fire rack to roast me!?" Sean's face turned dark.
This is a hot potato. Curing Grand Duke Borg is certainly a credit, but failing to cure it would be a huge sin.
The most important thing is, should he cure him? Or kill him?
Angie Beina was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Tang, you misunderstood me. You are only responsible for diagnosing my father's condition. You don't need to treat me. Even if you are willing to do it, no one will be seen."
With permission, there will naturally be someone else who treats my father's injuries."
Sean's head was still shaking like a rattle. He had no interest in getting involved in their affairs. "You have learned everything I know. You can just do it yourself. Why do you have to drag me into the water?"
"I would like to, but there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me now." Angelina begged in a low voice, "Just do me a favor, just this time, just this time, okay!"
"Let's wait and see what happens!" Sean replied ambiguously.
Sean also knew that the severity of Archduke Berg's injury had a direct bearing on the next actions Angie Beina would take.
"What's going on? Why did it take so long to open the door? Who told you to close the city gate and lower the drawbridge?"
The guard of the Grand Duke, a champion knight who had neglected his duty because he paid too much attention to Sean, became furious after entering the castle.
When they just came downstairs, in order to facilitate Sean's secret operation, Angie Beina briefly introduced the protection situation around Archduke Borg.
This champion knight Grand Duke's bodyguard is the Grand Duke Borg's personal bodyguard general named Clifford. He comes from a knight family and has received the most rigorous knight training since he was a child. He has followed the Grand Duke Borg for many years and has been loyal.
The small group of Grand Duke's bodyguards he led were all composed of high knights and were the last line of defense around Grand Duke Borg.
In addition to being the personal bodyguard general of Archduke Borg, Clifford is also the biggest spy chief around him, and his influence in Solo City is not small at all.
"I asked them to do this. If I hadn't seen the opportunity early, Faerun Castle would have fallen into the hands of those thugs." Angie Beina said with a cold expression, "Clifford, do you know your guilt?"
"Miss Angie Beina!?" Clifford had a sudden thought in his heart. No fool can become a champion knight. What's more, he also works as the spy chief of Archduke Borg and has long since become a human spirit.
Before entering the castle, I had a vague feeling that the atmosphere was not right. The owner of the castle, Archduke Borg, had not returned yet. The drawbridge was raised and the gate was closed. This was the biggest abnormality.
It's just that the environment outside the castle was too chaotic. Even the Grand Knight Guard lost two Grand Knights inexplicably, not to mention that the life or death of Grand Duke Borg was uncertain, so there was no time to think about it.
When Angie Beina came forward and shouted questions, he knew that the situation was far worse than he imagined.
Clifford was not a good person, and he would not be intimidated by Angie Beina's preemptive words. He said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "It is indeed Clifford's dereliction of duty that the Grand Duke was injured, but how to punish the crime still needs to wait until the Grand Duke wakes up.
, I’m very curious, how did Miss Angie Beina run ahead of Clifford and enter the castle first?”
"Since you plead guilty, that's the best thing." Angie Beina looked coldly and said out of context, "Someone, bring them all!"
"Which one of you dares!?" Clifford pressed his sword with one hand and looked around, feeling a fierce aura coming towards him.
They are already a step too late now and have fallen into the scheme. Before Archduke Borg wakes up, the only thing he can rely on is his own strength as a champion knight.
Since the other party did not use force as soon as they came up, they had to find an excuse to show that although the other party had evil intentions, they were not unscrupulous, at least they were unwilling to be charged with rebellion.
"Me!" A knight came out of the shadows.
"General Christopher!?" Clifford's face was ashen, "I didn't expect you to be involved in it. His Majesty treats you very well, why do you do this?"
Christopher looked solemn and said: "Captain Clifford, I don't know what you are talking about. I was ordered to return to the castle to renew my post. You failed to protect His Majesty and caused His Majesty to be seriously injured. He does not know whether he is alive or dead. You cannot escape the blame. Please act in accordance with the law.
, when His Majesty wakes up, he will naturally punish you. Before that, the responsibility of protecting His Majesty will be left to us."
"Leave it to you? Don't even think about it!" Clifford laughed sadly, "If I really hand over His Majesty to you, will His Majesty still have a chance to wake up?"
"Captain Clifford, what are you talking about? My father was seriously injured under your protection. Do you think we are going to harm my father? We cannot afford such a big crime."
Angie Beina's face was as cold as ice, and she dealt with this kind of thing with sophisticated methods and heart-wrenching words.
"If it continues to be delayed and delays the best time for my father's treatment, you will be the culprit."
Angie Beina's last sentence made Clifford hesitate. Just like what the other party said, no one can bear the responsibility of killing Archduke Berg.
Clifford couldn't afford it, Angie Beina couldn't afford it, and even Starbuck didn't want to bear the crime, so when he struck, it wasn't a death blow.
The spear was thrown at a non-vital point, but Clifford's obstruction midway caused the spear's direction to deviate, and instead it was aimed at Archduke Borg's fatal point.
This was something Clifford discovered only in retrospect. This discovery filled him with a sense of guilt. Archduke Borg really had a problem. He, the captain of the guard who was responsible for the other party's safety, was the main responsible. No matter how he thought about it, he felt incredible and absurd.