Well, now the unofficial is light.

Sean now has time to take care of his own business.

Kang's Textile Mill is run by Edward Davis and Andrew Johnson, the former is very enterprising and sees the textile mill as a breakthrough for the family to get out of trouble, while the latter is completely motivated by interest.

In order to keep Andrew Johnson alive, Sean promised to invest in a shipyard in the future, using steam-powered, propeller-based ironclad ships.

The terminal is still being expanded and strengthened, and the project is expected to continue for a long time. The road to the Robinson family was nearly complete, and three people were crushed to death by falling stones. Even the contractor Gable did not expect that Sean would pay a large pension to the relatives of the deceased for this.

Tea has become popular all over Europa with the popularity of that novel, bringing a lot of money every day, deducting the large investment in the early stage, so that Sean's cash cabinet finally has some money.

And Bess finally agreed to set up an arms factory in Vichy Town, which was even better news for Sean, even more than his own tea was on fire.

With the start of the construction of textile mills, military factories, and the sale of tea, the number of immigrants in Vichy increased day by day.

Although Sean was not always satisfied with the pace of development, when outlanders with different accents came to Vichy, they needed accommodation and food, and facilities such as hotels, taverns, and restaurants began to rise.

One-third of these facilities will go to the Robinson family, who also pays a fortune for the qualification. And the land comes from the townspeople.

In the spirit of the principle of equal interest, Sean has made the townspeople start making money, making a large sum of money that they would never have imagined before.

The mayor of Pierre, who is no longer the mayor of the town, spends a sum of money to have his nephew take his place, and he comes to the rose garden and becomes Sean's business director.

This was earned by Pierre herself, because this new job was far more "lucrative" than being mayor of the town. Rather than being the mayor of the town, business is what he does best.

Early in the morning, however, Pierre delivered the bad news that the rector of the University of Poitou, Meunier, had been killed in the university faculty quarters.

Sean was shocked by the news.

Meunier's public statements and impassioned denunciations at the Estates-General denounced the hypocrisy of the privileged and scolded Sean for what he had never dared to say.

This is a respectable scholar, but he also undoubtedly offends all privileged people.

Judging by this basic logic alone, one of the privileged people may be behind it.

Is that really the case?

Sean was not sure that, as one of the privileged people, he felt that the university president, no matter how impassioned and unscrupulous, would be harmless to his own class, and that he was just a scholar of some prestige who could not pose a direct threat to others.

At this time, in the Governor's Palace, Governor Byrne was discussing with Director Daley.

As the chief of the secret police in Genoa, Daley's position was appointed by the Holy City, and his authority was also granted by the Holy City, and even the funds were directly allocated by the Holy City, so he could "act impartially" in Genoa.

But the evaluation of the governor of a province was still quite important to him.

Daley could feel the anger in His Excellency the Governor's chest trying to suppress the anger in his chest, and the killing of a university president in his school dormitory was a major event that brought him face.

This is a blatant provocation.

"Any clues?" Byrne breathed a sigh of relief.

"We interrogated his servant. Mr. Principal behaved normally in those days, and stayed at the school overnight because he was busy at school on the night of his murder. He also drank a small half glass of wine before going to bed, which is a habit he has always had. But the next morning, the servants found that his throat had been cut and his sheets stained red with blood. ”

"Valuables such as cash and gold watches were not missing, and the murderer did not come for money. ”

"We were at a grocery store near the University of Poitou and got a clue that might be useful. ”

Hearing this, Byrne asked, "What clue?"

"A stranger bought a pack of cigarettes there. According to the grocery store owner, his shop is usually visited by nearby residents or students and teachers from schools. As you know, the University of Poitou is also in the middle of nowhere, and outsiders rarely visit his shop, so he's more impressed when strangers come around. Daly replied.

"What kind of clue is this?" Byrne almost pointed at Daley's nose and scolded him for his incompetence.

"The grocery store owner confessed a detail, the suspect revealed the mask of a zodiac snake when he took out his wallet. Daly hurriedly said, "I have reported to you that, according to the available intelligence, all secret meetings within the organization of the True God Party in Genoa wear zodiac masks to prevent anyone from informing them, and the 'snake' represents assassination and sabotage. ”

Byrne nodded, and his anger was more than half gone:

"It seems that this is also the work of the True God Party. ”

"According to the grocery store owner's description, I have ordered someone to draw a portrait of the suspect, and the owner thinks that there is at least 80% similarity. "Your Excellency, as long as this man appears on the streets of Poitou, we will definitely bring him to justice!"

"Don't verbally promise me!" Byrne shook his head, "what I need is results." Rector Mounier's accident made us very passive, and it was privately rumored that I had instigated him to make that statement at the Estates-General, and that he had been killed. ”

Without waiting for Daley, Byrne continued:

"But you and I both know that Meunier has only suffered an unwarranted disaster. The rebels deliberately killed him, thus inciting the privileged to be suspicious of each other. Thomas, our opponents are a bunch of filthy bugs, cunning and mean, who will stop at nothing to get there!"

"Your Excellency the Governor, I fully agree with your judgment. It's just a pity that we can't pull all the citizens out for interrogation. "I'm more worried about another thing than that. ”

"What's the matter?" Byrne asked.

"CDF!" said Daley, "I feel that the case of the loss of firearms, Viscount Connelly was forced to withdraw, and I suspect that they have a greater intention. ”

"Don't worry, I discussed this with Viscount Lincoln, who has secretly investigated the beliefs of the soldiers in the Civil Guard, and will never let the rebels get their hands on the military power. Byrne laughed, "As for Viscount Connery, what complaint does he have about being humiliated this time?"

He didn't complain. In his humble view, he may not be so enthusiastic about power. ”

"But he was guilty of public wrath, and this is a nobleman like no other, with a truly benevolent heart. Nobility is not in blood, but in heart. The more he exhibits this noble quality, the more he becomes greedy and hierarchical!"

Daley had a surprised look on his face: "You think highly of him. ”

But this difference made him isolated. From this point of view, he is the best commander of the CDF, unless a non-Genoese is in command. These Southerners are diehards, and they will not allow a man with practical military experience from the North or the Holy City to occupy a position in the Civil Guard. Byrne made a judgment, glancing at the police chief, "But we can't speak for him, or we'll be isolated." In fact, you and I both represent the will of the Holy City, and they naturally do not come close to us. ”

"But you've already raised 1/20 of the tax, which is a great achievement. David complimented.

Byrne smiled slightly: "It's just that the situation is forcing it, and a little more means have been added, and this is just the beginning, a good beginning." ”

In fact, he received a letter from His Excellency the Prime Minister, in which he praised his achievements, regarded him as a model for the Governor, and even hinted that he had come into the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor.

With such a private letter, from an official point of view, Byrne can be regarded as gaining a foothold in Genoa.

More is better than less, Byrne can't stand up for Sean and go against those diehards, and he expects these people to cooperate and pay more taxes in the future.

Sean now sees his isolation very clearly.

He saw an old man in a white robe, sitting under an old banyan tree, preaching, with a wooden bowl in front of him.

Judging from his attire and the scriptures he explained, this is a priest of the True God Church. Ever since His Majesty forbade the Cult to establish churches and own private property, the Cult has become a mobile religion, with clerics traveling from village to village, propagating doctrines, and relying on alms from the congregation for food and drink.

In this case, it is the truly pious who still insists on preaching.

The old priest had probably walked to Vichy on one pair of feet, one of his boots torn, revealing several toes. Sleeping in the open air, his face is dark and thin, only a pair of eyes are still bright.

Judging from the reactions of the inhabitants of Vichy gathered in front of him, the old priest explained the doctrine with great success, and even Sean listened to it with relish.

"This is a diehard, too!"

Sean puts all those who stick to their positions and principles into one category.

When the old priest had finished speaking, the crowd dispersed, and someone threw a shilling or two in his wooden bowl.

Sean tossed a silver coin as a sign of his respect for this piety.

"My lord!" the people saluted Sean, but they didn't look around, because Sean often walked the streets and didn't like to be watched, and the townspeople were used to it.

Sean nodded, turned back, but the old priest stopped him:

"Thank you for your generosity, and may Lady Liberty bless you. ”

"Thank you!" Sean didn't stop and made a cross on his chest, "May God bless you!"

It's basically a chicken-to-duck story.

Nelson was beside him, and it felt like a strange scene.

Sean is not a faithful believer in the Cult of God, but he grew up in a church of God, and it is impossible for him to tell others that he has no religion and that belief in Cult of God is the mainstream.

The old priest smiled slightly, but did not care, and gathered the coins from the wooden bowl, and walked towards the town with his wooden staff.

A spring rain crept in, a misty drizzle, enveloping the town of Vichy in a rain of smoke.

Looking at the old priest's back, Sean suddenly remembered a poem he had read in his previous life.

The old priest stopped suddenly, bought some sweets from the grocery store on the street, and distributed them to the children who followed him, causing them to cheer.

The town of Vichy was almost completely rebuilt by the earthquake and tsunami, and it still retains its old patchwork style.

But it has almost doubled in size, with new public toilets and street gardens, as well as a school.

Almost every family has children studying, which Sean strongly promotes, for which tuition is free and a free lunch is provided.

It's not so much Sean's prestige as the poor townsfolk who feel sorry for the lunch. Don't make big senses with the stubborn townspeople, only the visible benefits are the most realistic.

Changing the minds of the townspeople doesn't happen overnight. As a member of Vichy Town, Sean feels that he has a responsibility to make the future better, otherwise what difference does he make to others?

As for himself, Sean has realized that a great storm is brewing in the times, and the alliance and mutual attack between the ranks, external enemies, internal strife, and those terrible aliens are all mixed together.

The clergy considered themselves to be God's secular representatives and were supposed to rule over the spiritual world.

The aristocracy still considered their privileges to be natural, the bourgeoisie believed that they deserved equal rights, and the power of the latter was growing stronger, and this emerging power was becoming more and more dissatisfied with reality.

Only the majority of the people are still suffering from this unequal oppression.

Careerists benefit the silent majority who are plotting and in fact have made waves.

Whether Sean wants it or not, he is part of this era.

The time has come when he has realized that he needs to fight for his own interests.

Sean wanders casually through the streets while thinking about the future.

The spring rain continued to fall intermittently.

From afar, it's like a dream.

(There is also a chapter, after 19 pm)