After all, Guineapolis is relatively south. When the sun comes out during the day, the ice and snow will melt quickly and the road will be very muddy. A convoy was driving slowly on the west bank of the Mol River. This convoy, all using mules, was mixed in with the huge traffic flow.
Inconspicuous.
Old fisherman Wayne is the leader of this ten-mule team. As a native of Vichy, Poitou, Genoa, he has a mission. In fact, this is the first time in his life that he has traveled so far away from his hometown.
Because the New Year was coming in a few days, he was entrusted by the Rose Garden and the villagers to escort a batch of supplies to the front of the army to express condolences to the soldiers. Of course, the proportion of Vichy children in the Civil Defense Force was not large. The main reason was that
Because in the past year, the town of Vichy has truly felt what the Viscount has brought to them, peace, stability and prosperity.
The nearly fifty vehicles in front of them, pulled by various livestock, were caravans jointly formed by Genoese merchants. These merchants had realized that the war in the north meant money-making opportunities for them, the southerners.
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They first assembled at Fort Patnam in the northern part of the province of Genoa. After crossing the Otter Mountains, they stopped briefly in the town of Morillo, a transit base of the Genoa Civil Defense Force.
City for sale at high price.
The original local government along this road has not yet been restored, and there are no checkpoints or tax collectors. Everyone can make a lot of money. This is especially true for the people in Moorish City, because the Genoese army just liberated this place not long ago, and there are still
A group of people were killed here, and their awe prevented them from making any mistakes.
Most of the Genoese returned directly, while the rest wanted to try their luck at the front.
Of course there are dangers, but when the 1st Company of the Civil Defense Force left in Morillo prepared to escort a batch of arms to the front line, these dangers were reduced a lot, at least the occasional small groups of bandits did not dare to approach.
The businessmen were flying the banner of the Genoa Civil Defense Force, and were accompanied by half a company of genuine Civil Defense soldiers. Even the local militia groups with lax military discipline did not dare to bully them.
When we walked to the town of Tolosa, all the goods brought by the merchants were sold out. Their customers were the army and soldiers. The merchants could only return with regret and satisfaction. If they were fast enough, they might be able to get home in time.
New Year.
It was a good year for these southern Genoese, if they didn't mind occasionally seeing the corpses of dead rebels on the roadside.
Only Wayne escorted the vehicle and followed the soldiers of the 1st Company to the front line.
The road ahead is not easy to walk on. Not only is the road muddy, but some sections of the road are obviously improvised by engineers.
The officers leading the 1st company sometimes had to stop and ask the patrol soldiers they encountered about the whereabouts of the Genoa Civil Defense Force.
Finally, on the afternoon of the last day of 1831, Wayne met Arthur Young on patrol and successfully arrived at the Civil Defense Force's station.
Wayne was warmly welcomed by Sean. Of course, the free cigarettes, wine and various dried fish, dried meats, preserved fruits and mandarins brought by Wayne, as well as greetings from home, were even more welcomed by the soldiers.
His letters filled a carriage, and the soldiers gave him a pile of gold and silver in return.
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire from not far away, the Genoese Civil Defense Forces had a lively New Year, and they could already see the city walls of Daguerre.
Meanwhile, far south in the town of Vichy, the Rose Garden.
Cleveland, the butler, prepared a good meal. Although the master was away at war, he promised to celebrate the New Year as if it were a New Year. The number of people attending the dinner was the same as last year, except that Pierre, a business executive, was added to the banquet.
The orphans adopted by Sean have all grown a lot taller, and some of the older ones look like young men in appearance.
Cleveland did not forget to prepare a red envelope. The master specifically stated in his last letter that this should become a tradition in the Rose Garden. He also made a special trip to Rowan Castle in the morning to send a red envelope to the future earl on behalf of his master.
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Standing in the rose garden, you can see the whole view of Vichy Town. In the past year, the economy of Vichy Town has been booming, various factories have flourished, and commerce has also prospered with the opening of factories and the development of the port.
The war seems to have only had a beneficial impact here, with textiles, clothing, leather goods and arms manufacturing boosted. Not to mention the new industry here, the tea economy, has grown astonishingly. Now the Rocky Mountains are surrounded by tea plantations, most of which belong to Xiao.
kindness.
The development of commerce and industry has also led to the development of the service industry. Sean's original collective shareholding allowed the townspeople to live a relatively prosperous life just by renting out the land, and the business-savvy townspeople started to run businesses.
Own hotels and shops.
Rose helped clean up the party and returned to the house.
She came to Sean's study, which she would clean once a day. The windows were bright and clean, spotless.
A pot of narcissus is blooming.
She sat where Sean usually sat and stayed there until dark. Someone struck a match and lit the candle.
Rose suddenly woke up. A white-haired old man stood beside her and looked at her with a regretful expression:
"Anna, it seems that the comfortable life has made you lose your basic vigilance."
He is the king and wise teacher of bloodthirsty people.
Rose's face turned pale and she stood up nervously: "Sage!"
"What? Are you surprised by my arrival?" asked the wise master, "Are you also planning to disobey my order?"
"No, I didn't." Rose said, "The instruction you gave me was to monitor the Viscount's every move, and I did not disobey it."
"But you fell in love with him." The wise master glanced at her and said, "Don't defend yourself. You have been sitting here for two whole hours. This is obviously the behavior of a silly girl who has fallen in love. Don't forget,
You are just a killer, and killers don’t need these ridiculous loves. Have you forgotten all the training I gave you?"
The wise teacher's tone was very calm, but in Rose's ears it was as sharp as a knife. She thought of the cruel training she had experienced in her childhood and girlhood - such as throwing herself into a group of peers and only allowing
A person comes out alive.
Yes, Rose is Anna, the waitress who Sean mistakenly thought was a bloodthirsty person.
Rose is her real name, and this delicate and beautiful face is also her true identity. She has always performed in her true colors and successfully gained Sean's favor, but at the same time, she also fell into her own trap.
This may be what wise teachers call love.
She had long anticipated the day when she would face the wise master, but she never expected that this day would come so quickly.
Rose's silence made the wise master very angry.
His powerful right hand tightly strangled Rose's slender neck and lifted her up. Rose just looked at him coldly, not even struggling. Perhaps this was her long-term surrender to the powerful king.
It was her silent resistance.
The sage's expression was very complicated, and he threw Rose into the corner like nothing. Rose hit the wall, then curled up on the ground in pain, holding her throat and retching, and then gasping for air.
"Why don't you resist?" the wise master asked, then paused and said, "Oh, you are sure I won't kill you!"
"Because you are my teacher, and with the killing skills you taught me, I will never be able to defeat you." Rose said, "Maybe I should practice marksmanship."
"Very good, Anna, this is the consciousness of a killer." The sage said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you now. This is just a small punishment. Everything that tends to escape my control should be punished.
Punishment, you are one of my most outstanding disciples, but you are no exception."
The sage stood in front of the bookshelf with his hands behind his back, looking at the bookshelf casually:
"Tsk tsk, our Lord Viscount is really well-read on history, geography, politics and commercial economics."
I casually pulled out a book, flipped through a few pages, and saw a bookmark inserted inside, with a reading note written on it:
"Privileges will always exist in the foreseeable future. My ideal country should be governed by a group of elites with a strong sense of responsibility. Their ethics should be bound by the law, but one person's mistakes must not be allowed to affect the entire country.
In the future, this requires our systems and laws to have the ability to correct errors.
Science has become the only criterion for judging right and wrong, progress and backwardness.
The good and evil of an individual aristocrat is no different from that of a commoner. He becomes more noble because of his good education and good conduct rather than because of his blood. But as a class, the privileges of the nobility, including all classes, should be marginalized or even eliminated. Their existence is extremely important.
The land restricts economic development.
The bourgeoisie, especially factory owners represented by machinery manufacturing, represents the body heading into the future, steel represents the strength of the country, and steam engines represent advanced productive forces. This emerging force will inevitably rebel against the aristocracy.
But the bourgeoisie’s endless pursuit of profits will make them not hesitate to sell the rope to hang themselves. They are fanatical and blind, so civilians and even poor people should also have channels to pursue wealth, power and relative fairness...
The most ideal state is of course absolute freedom and justice, with children being provided for and old age being supported. But before that, we can try to make the world freer and more just than the day before..."
The wise master put the bookmark and the book back on the bookshelf, turned back to Rose and said:
"It seems that I still underestimated the insight of this young Viscount. He is a bit ideal, but he still lacks something called ambition. He seems to advocate personal struggle. If this kind of struggle is more intense and active, it is called ambition.
Without ambition, how could he achieve the ideals he described?"
"The Viscount is a kind and just nobleman." Rose said, "He has saved many people's lives without asking for anything in return."
"Well, for his sake, you didn't even ask me for mercy or resist, so I won't explain to you, a person who puts the assassin profession to shame, what will happen when a man has a certain amount of power?"
He shook his head and said, his eyes became blurred and gloomy.
Ruthless, "He will be trembling at first, and then he will be a little complacent in the compliments or awe of others. After tasting the taste of power, he does not like his will to be deliberately delayed or even defied. This requires greater power, the power of life and death.
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The wise master is a learned man, and I am afraid that there is no one in this world who is more knowledgeable than him. Rose admits in her heart that what the wise master said makes sense, but the Viscount is really a unique person.
"Sage, do you need the Viscount to become an ambitious person?" Rose asked.
"Until I am sure to control him, I'd better hide far away." The sage said, "Anna, you know, this was not my original plan."