The closer the eastbound team got to Athabas, the more nervous Martin became, looking forward to seeing the amazing cat again.

Although he had long felt that the orange cat raised by his employer, Jacques, was very special, because he could not feel the source energy fluctuations, Martin only regarded it as a pet cat that had been trained to be particularly obedient.

As for Isis, the beastmaster, it is probably the story of a commoner boy who is favored by the queen, and perhaps his chubby body is the type that the slender prairie cat likes.

Unfortunately, Martin's worldview still collapsed on the night when Medis was first imprisoned, and he babbled to a cat about the past that he had never mentioned to his employer, Jacques, and told a cat about his ideas, visions, and ambitions!

......

That night, the familiar orange cat appeared in the cell with a piece of paper in his mouth, and Martin took the piece of paper, on which was written a crooked line:

"Nameless, please tell me why you're in prison. I'm thinking about whether to get you out. ”

The orange cat crouches on its hind legs, straightens its body, and rests its tail elegantly on the paws of the white glove, making a meow of a cat.

Martin said to himself, "Write, you didn't give me a pen, and you won't be able to finish it in a while." ”

Fat Orange swayed the cat's head as if to say "No!"

"Could it be that I will tell you directly?" Martin felt that this was not a source of energy, this cat was not a high-level alien beast, how could he understand.

"Woooooooooo

"Can I really tell you?" Martin continued.

"Meow!" Fat Orange continued to nod.

"I'll write it anyway. "Martin tentatively.

"Meow ......!" Fat Orange shook his head with anger in his voice.

Martin confirmed that it seemed that he really had to talk to it, so he told Fat Orange about his exposure to the idea of New World independence in the Fourth Legion Cavalry and the development of a group of like-minded New World partners.

After hearing this, Fat Orange left, and soon brought another piece of paper in his mouth.

Martin's result paper was still crooked: "What about the rebellion and the killing of the commander?"

Martin was silent for a moment, leaned his back against the cold prison wall, raised his face, and the moonlight fell through the narrow window, just shining on his handsome face:

"Jacques, are you behind the wall? Do you really want to know about this?"

There was no sound behind the wall, but the orange cat in front of him barked with a serious expression.

Martin had no choice but to continue to say to himself: "Okay, whatever you like." First of all, I don't want to rebel, and even if I want to fight for the independence of the New World by force, the battlefield will be in the New World, not Stuart.

I just quietly looked for comrades in the regiment who shared the same ideals, and the revolutionaries liked this title.

Originally, the seven of us planned to return to the New World with other comrades after the expiration of our service, but unfortunately, we happened to encounter that mission, which disrupted our arrangement. ”

Fat Orange meowed, presumably motioning for him to continue.

Martin recalled: "We were given an urgent task to suppress an uprising. Commander North led one of our cavalry centurions and three infantry centurions to the industrial area on the south bank of Lendinium to suppress a workers' revolt.

Since there were many transcendents among the rioters, and many weapons were snatched from the security guards of the factory, the Lendinium police did not dare to fight them, so they applied for the help of the legion.

When we arrived, about 2,000 people were surrounded by the factory, some of them were indeed armed, but they didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, only a few foremen and a dozen security guards were injured and tied up by angry workers.

The leaders of the workers demanded negotiations with factory owners and government officials. Commander North also joined in the negotiations, and brought me and another centurion with him.

It was only before the negotiations began, that Centurion Douglas, who was going with me, grabbed me and said, 'Do you know why some people are poor and some people are rich?'

I stayed where I was, because this was what my guide said to me when I first came into contact with revolutionary ideas.

Douglas was not from the New World, but a native of Londinium, so he was probably a member of the Capital faction, and although he struggled in a different direction, he was still my comrade.

Workers' representatives and business owners, as well as officials of the Labour Department, are arguing over the reduction of the 14-hour working day, an increase in wages of 200 livres per day, compensation for injured workers, and the treatment of child workers on the same level as male workers.

I only remember the official of the Labor Department saying: 'Survival is a competition, poverty is only caused by laziness and incompetence, and such people deserve to be eliminated from society.' ’

The workers' representatives replied angrily: 'Why does a worker who generates more than 500 livres a day receive a paltry 200 livres and can only feed his family with the cheapest food!'

While the two sides were arguing, the sound of fighting and the cries of women could be heard outside the window, and it seemed that the legion had raided the workers.

At the same time, the retinue of the business owner and the herald of the commander also drew their swords and stabbed the workers' representatives.

Now that I think about it, there must have been a group of transcendents among those workers who believed in the revolution and organized themselves against the factory owners and the police, but they probably did not expect the legion to come and suppress it.

Douglas winked at me, and suddenly drew his sword to restrain the Labor Department officer, and I miraculously put my standard sword against the commander of the thousand's back.

Commander North is an arrogant and incompetent nobleman, who has not even reached the peak of the Sculptor, but he has a temper that blows up at the slightest bit.

Douglas wanted them to stop harming the workers and leading the workers in revolt, and that's when I realized that the workers' action was organised by his comrades.

Unfortunately, the officials of the Labor Department and the commander of the Thousand Commanders North suddenly resisted, and I killed the Thousand Commanders by mistake during the fight, and although I tried to flee afterwards, I did not run away. Douglas escaped.

That night I was captured and locked up in the Legion's confinement cell, awaiting the subsequent trial, but my six brothers rescued me.

So we fled to the New World, became mercenaries, and hoped that when the rumors passed, we would go to the central region to find my father, and so on for three years.

Until this arrest. ”

After listening to Martin's story, Fat Orange left.

On the fourth day, when Fat Orange reappeared, he brought a note telling Martin that Jacques had decided to rescue them near Athabas, and after rescuing them, Garman would go with them to the Werther family's rubber plantation on the banks of the Cabbage Tree River and hide incognito. The famous courtesan Marianne Werther will protect them.

Martin had thought that his friendship with Jacques was not enough to risk his rescue. After all, he concealed his identity, and even joined the horse team under such an unobtrusive pseudonym as nameless.

Although with his ability and the spirit of contract with his employer, he played the role of mercenary captain very well. However, the love affair with Garman put the team in danger again, and Lily was injured after two Wharton family pursuits.

It stands to reason that Jacques should be glad that he got rid of his trouble, so why should he rescue himself?

Is it because I owe him so much?

No matter how entangled Martin was, Jacques and the others had already entered the predetermined ambush area and waited for the escort team to come.

As for the reason for rescuing Martin, Jacques felt that it was because of the shared adventures that made him feel that Martin was a friend to make friends with.

And the so-called crime committed by Martin, he did not think it was wrong, and he even felt in his heart that if he changed places, he would make the same choice.

So since his friend Martin should not have been brought back to Stuart to be executed, he should have rescued him if he could, otherwise his heart would be at peace.

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