Campbell, the capital of Svetenness, was already the cultural center of the continent in the 19th century, and while it was known as the "capital of the arts", it was also home to the country's largest number of royalty and aristocracy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Campbell's 11th arrondissement, on the outskirts of the metropolis, has the country's largest slum.

Everywhere, slums are synonymous with dirt and mess.

When it comes to this, the first thing that comes to mind for the rich is unearned gains, rampant crime, chasing after fish, mediocrity and ignorance.

Lack of education may be the original sin, but it is not the path that the poor are born with.

The nobles drank and talked at the banquet and expressed their disdain for the untouchables.

These people have always resisted the education of civilians, because the "half-bottle dissatisfaction" is wandering around, and in their eyes it is undignified. Or, in their minds, it is not an exaggeration to think that "receiving formal education" is the prerogative of the nobility.

The untouchables should stay in the place where they are untouchables, and everyone should live in peace, and occasionally show their sense of superiority, and then never get along with each other, which is the position that the two sides should maintain.

The slum was the last place the nobles wanted to go, whether it was a carriage or on foot, as long as they walked around the slum, even the nobles with full guards had to lose a layer of skin.

Surrounded by hungry people begging for alms, whether they are violent or asking the police for help, they have no choice but to comply with the wishes of these people.

Only at this moment, the aristocracy can be regarded as a vulnerable group.

Slums, while home to the lowest strata of the city, are not all labour-absent or discriminatory in their ability to access work. It contains a large number of speculators who want to get rich overnight.

However, this is not always the case.

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Even if the slums are devastated at first, they are just as vibrant.

Some of the literati and writers also liked to come here for inspiration, and it was a paradise for philosophers and writers, who could always get what they wanted if they were willing to be present.

The street child of District 11 is the dwarf son of Campbell, a giant. Bringing life to this ancient city.

It's not that there are street children only in District 11, but street children can only come to District 11.

This is a purgatory with angels.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

These little angels, who grew up in the ditches of the road, sometimes wore shirts, but only one, sometimes they wore shoes, but they had no soles, and sometimes they had a dwelling, and loved it, because they could find their mothers, but they preferred the streets, because it was free.

They have their own games, their own pranks, hatred of the bourgeoisie, which is the basis of it all.

They had their own vocations: finding carriages for those who wanted to hire them, putting down the pedals of the cars, collecting tolls from people crossing the streets in the pouring rain, building bridges of the arts, praising the authorities' favorable speeches in Svetenes' favor along the streets, and cleaning up the filth between the paving stones.

They have their own coins, which are all sorts of small pieces of copper that are readily available on the streets. This bizarre coin called "fragment" has an immutable fixed face value among this group of debauched children.

They also have their own evaluations and public opinion, and the authentic street children are familiar with all the cops and celebrities in Campbell. When you meet the police, you can tell his name, and it sounds like a treasure. They study the habits of celebrities in order to get a few more people when they meet them on the street. They saw the hearts of the nobles at a glance and had a special opinion for each of them.

If you ask a certain policeman, they will say to you fluently and without error: "So-and-so is a traitor", "so-and-so is very vicious", "so-and-so is great", "so-and-so is ridiculous", and so on. "This one thinks the new bridge is his, and no one is allowed to walk on the edge of the railing", "That one always likes to pluck people's ears", and so on.

Campbell's outstreet children are polite, ridiculous, and arrogant. Their teeth are ugly because of malnutrition and bad stomach. Their eyes are beautiful because of their humor and wit. They can climb the steps of heaven with one foot in front of God. They are good at punching and kicking. They have the potential to develop in all directions. They play in the ditches of the road, and they can also stand up in the riots.

"Sunset stray child, be a hero today~" They like songs like this. These children who get stuck in the sludge are also ideal children.

If someone asks this sprawling metropolis, "What is this?" it will reply, "It's my children." ”

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Campbell begins with idlers and vagabonds, both of which no other city can have.

The former passively accepts and is content to wait and see, while the latter takes the initiative and enjoys it. The idler represents the whole monarchy, and the vagabond represents anarchism.

These pale children in Campbell's 11th district live and grow up in suffering, kinks and knots, and face social reality and the various situations in the world, they see it in their eyes and think in their hearts. They think they are carefree, but they are not. They looked around, ready to laugh, ready to do something else. Whatever it is, whether it's prejudice, vice, ugliness, oppression, evil, tyranny, injustice, fanaticism, tyranny, beware of the wide-eyed, big-mouthed Campbell's outstreet children.

They shouted, they were noisy, sarcastic, joking, their clothes and trousers were tattered, and they were as ragged as philosophers. They fish in the sewers, hunt in the sinkholes, have fun in the garbage heaps, and go wild in the cross streets. They ridicule and sarcasm, whistle and sing, applaud and invect, dilute God's hymns with obscene songs, sing all kinds of songs, sing funeral prayers and swear words about the carnival. They can get it without looking for it, they can know if they don't understand, they are tenacious enough to steal, crazy to calm and wise, lyrical to chase after the smell, they can squat on the top of the sacred mountain, lie in the dung heap, and come out full of stars. Campbell's street child is Little Savin.

Little Savin was the head of the street children on this side of Seventeenth Street, not because he was the oldest, but because he was the most energetic, and even the older children were afraid of three points when they got into a fight.

At the age of thirteen, Savin has the sleekness of an adult and the agility and eccentricity of a teenager. Passing by the grocery store, the boss will scold: "Little hairy danzi, the price of the fruit candy on credit last time is going to increase!"

Maybe he really knows, maybe he doesn't, but no one dares to confront these children, first, because they lie without blinking, and secondly, these guys are really good at gathering intelligence information, and sometimes what they say will make those who know secretly frightened.

Most of the people around the slums know Little Savin, and when he mentions it, some will laugh and shake his head, while others will scold.

But at the moment, the child frowned, which was not an expression that often appeared on his face.

The coin in his hand slowly rolled between his fingers, and he kept falling to the ground.

Saven picked it up again, continued to practice, repeated it a few times, always unsatisfied, and then drooped his head in thought.

A while ago, a new face moved in to the rental house at the entrance of the western vegetable market, and it was Xiao Saven who led the guy over.

A young man who called himself Mordred moved in, and one of the young men of Little Savin whispered as he discussed: "That guy is not called Mordred, I know his name, he is a criminal!"

It is said that his name is Mo Ming, a criminal who escaped from the Bastille a while ago.

As soon as the young man said this, Savin believed it for seven points. Because this guy is very generous, he will tip 10 tuks (one tuk is enough to buy a day's bread for an adult), and such a person wears ordinary civilian clothes and lives in the most chaotic place in the slum, such as the western vegetable market, which is probably hiding from the police.

The Bastille is a mysterious place, and it is said that it was home to many noble prisoners. If that's the case, little Savin plans to knock this guy hard.

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However, everything was beyond the expectations of little Savin.

After little Savin's roundabout words, the young nobleman who was said to be called Mo Ming opened the box in front of Xiao Saven and took out a thick step of banknotes from it.

One hundred and fifty lukes.

According to the exchange rate, one luke is equal to one hundred tuk.

"Little ghost, how about using this money as hush money?"

It was a lot of money, and little Savin swore he had never seen so much money.

He took it very neatly and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and bowed to Mo Ming indecently as a gentleman.

"Of course, my sir, I wish you a nice stay here. ”

This money was enough for Leah's grandmother to see a doctor, and there would be a portion of the rest that the big guy still had, so that little Saven walked happily through the neighborhood like a finch for days.

Then came the second visit.

Mr. Noble was obviously a little displeased when he saw little Saven for the second time, and little Saven hurriedly said: "Excuse me, sir, I am not ashamed to mention the previous matter again, I just want to come and have a look." ”

Because Savin Jr. had inquired about something in recent days, the Bastille was home to many revolutionaries and generals.

Little Savin, who accepted a gift for no reason, felt that maybe this guy was not actually a bad guy who committed a big thing.

Hearing this, the young nobleman laughed: "Those who go to prison are all bad guys. ”

"And you're it?"

"If I'm not, why am I being caught?"

"But I don't look like it. ”

Then the nobleman laughed again.

"Because of that money, you don't look like a bad person?"

So Xiao Saven and Mo Ming got acquainted.

Mr. Noble had a good temper, and little Savin had never seen this guy angry, and even if he appeared next to him while he was writing something, he would not be annoyed by picking up his manuscript and reading it.

A literate man, Savin the Younger further determined the other party's aristocratic status. One of the direct reasons why the aristocracy was respected and the poor were despised was that they received different educations.

It was not Switnes written on the paper, but a magical and unknown square symbol or script, which little Savin knew must be a foreign script, for he had never seen it.

"Are you a writer, sir?" asked little Savin.

Mr. Nobleman, a writer, shook his head.

The gentleman read and wrote day after day, and little Savin had never seen such a studious person around him, and he could not help but have all kinds of speculations about his identity.

Sometimes little Savin wondered if the man was not a nobleman.

Because he could easily read a book while stuffing his expired dry brown bread into his mouth, which he didn't like to eat.

After observation, the guy hardly went out, and occasionally went out, only buying a lot of food, medicine, and books to take home.

So little Savin naturally became Mo Ming's errand worker, and in addition, he helped Mr. Mo Ming buy the Campbell Daily, Youth Daily, and the Revolutionary Daily that can only be bought in the slums every day. This gentleman is very interested in current events in the newspapers.

Of course, there are many small doubts about the reason why the identity of the nobility is suspected.

For example, the young gentleman was not very hygienic, his clothes were only minimally decent, and his messy hair and tattered boots did not make one think of a noble gentleman.

Asking, the gentleman laughed again.

"Nobleman, this is such a misunderstanding," Mr. Mo Ming shook his head as he mixed the secret drink, "I'm just a poor stowaway who wants to give my children a chance, so I came to this country." ”

This was a big surprise to little Savin.

Before Mr. Mo Ming admitted that he was a smuggler, little Savin didn't realize that this gentleman was from another country.

"But, sir, the story is not ......"

"It's true, little Savin. ”

Mo Ming handed over a glass of juice. It was a recipe that the gentleman had stolen from aristocratic circles, and mixed it with commercially available seasonings and spices to make a very delicious juice.

Little Saven loves this juice to death, but unfortunately the identity of this gentleman may be a little sensitive, otherwise he must bring those guys to taste it, Leah will be very happy.

"I came to this country about eight years ago......"

"Sir, you are lying. ”

"Why?"

"Eight years ago, you weren't as old as me. ”

"No, eight years ago I was twenty. ”

The gentleman said with a sincere face that little Saven didn't believe at all, and if he was twenty years old now, little Saven felt very right.

"I don't lie to little kids. Mr. Mo Ming said solemnly.

"First of all, I am not a child, please call me Little Savin, and secondly, even if I believe that you are from another country, you should be a nobleman from another country. ”

"Little Savin, you look at the problem too one-sidedly, this is not good. ”

Mr. Mo Ming began to teach earnestly. This occasional attitude gave little Savin a headache. But he also realized that this was a good opportunity, and gradually began to learn how to write words from this gentleman. If you can read and write, you will easily find enough work to satisfy your stomach in the future, but if you are taught virtues, little Savin will hang his head.

After teaching, Mo Ming threw himself into the document on the desk again.

Little Saven ran out and wandered aimlessly through the streets, practicing the magic tricks that his husband had taught him before.

He spins the coins around his fingers, but his hands are not flexible enough and he always drops the coins on the ground.

Why is that gentleman able to do so smoothly? Little Savin was jealous, it was not fair.

Thinking of this mysterious guy, little Saven can't help but fall into deep thought.

It's not once or twice that I talk about him privately with my friends, and each time I always come to a different conclusion.

To be honest, when this gentleman admitted that he was a stowaway and not a nobleman, little Saven and his buddies had a few points higher on Mo Ming.

For this means that the gifts that have been given before are not charity, and being treated gently is not the charity of the nobility. This man is not our enemy, but our fellow human - this is the conclusion of the street children when they discuss it together.

But there were always some doubts lingering in Savin's mind.

"Just ask. "One day, when Mr. Mo Ming got up from his desk, he saw little Saven sitting on the window with a melancholy look on his face, and said this.

"But, sir, people generally lie when asked about things they don't want to answer. ”

"I said, I'm not going to lie to kids anymore. ”

"So, sir, did you lie to the child before?" little Savien was clever enough to spot the problem in the other party's language.

"That's right. ”

Then there was a moment of silence.

Little Savien observed the gentleman to judge from his expression whether he could ask any further, but in vain.

Even little Saven, who grew up in the slums and knew a thousand faces, could never see the expression under the smile of this Mr. Mo Ming.

Is this a question that should not be investigated?

Mo Ming didn't let Xiao Saven struggle for too long.

"Closer to life, I cheated on a little girl three years ago and caused her to die unexpectedly...... A little farther afield, when I first came to this country seven years ago, I could not communicate in language or writing, and I deceived a fourteen-year-old nun who stole her basket when she gave bread to the poor, and then interceded on my behalf when I was caught by the police...... Going back further, when I left my hometown for this country eight years ago, I deceived my student and told her that I would go back, but there was nothing I could do ......."

Little Savin didn't know what to say.

"So, I've decided I'm not going to lie to kids anymore. ”

"Sir, why are you in jail for smuggling?" but it seems that such a charge would not be imprisoned in Campbell's famous Bastille.

"No, for other reasons," Mo Ming shook her head, "but also because I gave up something." ”

"Why?"

"That girl died, and there were frequent revolutions and gunshots during those days," Mo Ming leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes tightly, "The daughter of **, who lives in the same cheap rental house as me, entrusted it to me before she died." ”

"But you didn't take care of it?"

"At that time, we were very poor, and we could only afford to eat brown bread," Mo Ming did not answer, "so I still eat brown bread now, and I can't let myself forget what happened back then." ”

"Did she die because of you?"

Silent.

"I can't forgive myself, but I still have something to do, so I ...... I created a false identity and turned myself in to that prison. ”

It's ridiculous, Mo Ming thought to herself.

Even if you want to punish yourself, you plan at the same time. Sometimes Mo Ming can't help but think that maybe she will really go to hell after she dies.

"......" In this regard, little Savin didn't know what to say at all.

"In prison, I got to know a man wearing a mask. I laid out my ideals and plans to him, and then received a private gift—a fortune buried in the suburbs of Campbell. ”

"So sir, your money ......"

"That's right. But I was asked to accomplish a great thing, and he wanted me to do it, and he thought I could. ”

"Great cause?" Little Saven swallowed without knowing if he realized something.

"Do you know who I'm writing to a lot?"

"Nobles?"

"No, revolutionaries to be exact. There was not only a lot of money in this wealth, but also many lists and letters. ”

Little Savin felt his heart racing.

"The spark of revolution has been latent for decades, and even the uprising that was so boiling a while ago is only a prelude, little Savin. ”

"Sir, these things ......"

"Will you betray me?"

"How is that possible?!" said Xiao Saven, whose blood immediately gushed upwards and blushed his neck.

"So, it's okay to talk about it," Mo Ming smiled, "I've been overwhelmed by these things in recent years, and it's good to have someone to share it with." Besides, I've been thinking about one thing. ”

"What is it, sir?"

"Before I do that, I want to ask you what you think of who you are. ”

Mo Ming got up from her chair and looked down at the young child.

"Myself?" said little Savin.

"yes, yourself. ”

Little Savin bowed his head and was silent for a moment, then raised his head again to meet his eyes.

"Sir, I am a vagabond, and the nobles call us untouchables, fools, and recalcitrants, and all of us will say that we are the scum of the city, the rabble, ......"

"So, what do you think? Do you see yourselves that way?"

"How come! We walk barefoot, does it matter? We are illiterate, so what does it matter? Should we be abandoned for this? Should we be cursed when we are poor? Doesn't the light penetrate deep into our hearts?"

Mo Ming smiled very subtlely: "I seem to have heard these words somewhere." ”

Well, having been recognized, little Savin hung his head: "The day before yesterday, I made a revolutionary speech in the seventh district. ”

"However, since you can memorize it, it means that you must have some resonance," Mo Ming put his hands behind his back, stood in front of the window, and looked out the window at the slums, the people who came and went in a daze, "God sends rain on those who do good and those who do evil, and the sun will shine light on everyone." ”

Little Saven nodded his head fiercely.

"Now the aristocracy has information and public opinion, which is very unfavorable to the revolutionaries, and we need a new intelligence system to serve us," Mo Ming turned his head and looked at the little boy behind him, "Savon Bernard, are you willing to do your part for the cause of the revolutionaries?"

"Of course, my sir. As if he felt a heavy sense of mission, the smile that had been on the little boy's face all the year round faded, and he bowed solemnly.

"So...... Let's get to work right away. ”

Mo Ming walked to the writing desk, took out a few pages of manuscripts with Chinese characters, and looked at them.

"Little Savin, have you heard of the Templars?"

Shake one’s head.

"Well, these guys were famous a hundred and fifty years ago, but now they're gone. ”

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Little Savin, a group of people will enter Campbell City in a month, I hope you and your friends can keep an eye on these guys, and I deduce that these people should have the following characteristics......"

"What happened to these 'Templars'?"

"They have a treasure trove that, real or not, we can give it a try. ”

"Sir, you say 'treasure'?" the words made young Savin's eyes glow.

"Well," Mo Ming nodded, sorting out the manuscripts scattered on the table, "I have been studying the culture here for eight years, reading the classics here, because of some accidents, I found this very interesting record. Are you interested?"

"Of course, my sir. Little Saven bowed mischievously and smiled.

"Svetnes is now worried about internal and external troubles, and I believe that the neighboring countries will invade within ten years, and if we don't resist, we will ......"

"Sir," interrupted little Savon with a smile, "though there is not enough reason for it, I think you will be a great man. ”

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Three years later, just two kilometers from this slum, downtown Campbell.

The high platform was surrounded by a sea of people, surrounded by students, policemen, old women, and children.

Sixteen-year-old Savin Bernard, armed with muskets, weaved through the crowd with several young men, guarding the gathered civilians from being accidentally wounded by the unkilled Imperial soldiers.

Unlike the clamor of gunfire a moment ago, the city is now quiet.

A tattered child suddenly began to sing.

...... Listen to the song of the people......

Some people have joy in their eyes, others sadness.

Countless people have loved ones who have died in days of fighting.

...... Deafening and surging......

However, there is an atmosphere.

...... Sleeping Svetenes......

A chilling atmosphere and feelings are contagious to all who are still alive.

...... Broke free from the shackles and opened his eyes......

If you look down at the metropolis, you'll find it a mess.

...... Listen to the sound of your heartbeat......

Tables, chairs, wooden boxes, and miscellaneous objects divided the streets, and dead bodies lay on the ground, some dressed in civilian attire and others in uniform officers' uniforms.

...... Stirring the journey into the future......

Armed rebel soldiers armed with Svetnes longbows and muskets maintained order.

...... Awakened Sweetnes......

However, while maintaining order, they also sang in unison.

...... A new dawn will be ushered in!

On the high platform, there were four people standing.

A makeshift gallows was erected, and a middle-aged man in aristocratic costume stood beside him with his hands tied behind his back.

Behind the middle-aged man were two escorting soldiers, and another young man who had been silent since then, neither singing with everyone nor showing any excited expression.

A majestic young man with a red headband, a single ponytail, a long sword at his waist, and a musket in his hand, spoke.

"Gentlemen!"

The audience fell silent.

There was no next speech.

He turned his head and glanced at the brightly dressed middle-aged man behind him—His Majesty, who was also the sixteenth king of the country.

Then, nodding to the two soldiers behind him.

The king was escorted to the gallows.

After several years of uprising, more than enough time has passed until now. It is enough to mentally prepare His Majesty, who has been on the high ground until yesterday.

But when his skull was stuck in the knife position, his face still showed an angry twist for a moment.

Then it calmed down again.

He turned his head to look at the young man standing indifferently on the side, and then turned his gaze back to the people standing under the high platform.

He read quickly and aloud the lines that the young man with a single ponytail had taught him before, it was not a compromise, but His Majesty the Emperor himself felt that he should say so.

"I forgive those who caused my death, but I have never committed the crime you accused me of......"

There was silence in the audience.

"I hope that after my blood has been spilled, Svetnes will never bleed again!"

The silence continued.

Some looked at each other, while others scoffed.

Only on the stage, a thin applause slowly sounded.

The young man with the headband clapped softly.

The atmosphere is infected by it.

Gradually, applause rang out from the audience, and slowly, it became thunderous applause.

And so it went on for a while.

The young man raised his hand, and the voice disappeared.

Turn your head and gesture.

The guillotine fell, and the king could not escape the blood splash five steps.

Whether or not His Majesty has committed any sins, he has now been atoned for.

"Gentlemen, the Republic of Swaitenness is tomorrow!"

"A new era has arrived!"

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ps: This chapter is about the previous events, that is, part of the things that Mo Ming went to the other world.

The follow-up details, if you are in the mood, will write in detail.

Talent, talent is not the same thing as Louis XVI and Napoleon, hum ╭ (╯^╰) ╮.

As I said before, Reimu and Mo Ming will come here again in the future, so it is not unintentional to portray the worldview in detail.

Although that is probably the world here more than 200 years later.

I guess you don't want to see it anymore.,The text will be updated next.。