Some people are very strange, they are resentful of being good to them, and they are grateful to Dade for being bad.

The companion who had just been waving the flag and shouting on the side leaned down and took care of Sheffield, but Sheffield did not appreciate it in the slightest, but rudely opened his companion's reassuring hand.

With his head held high, he looked at the people sitting in their chairs playing a game from a perspective that was attached to the ground.

He patiently thought about what Doug had just said, "I'm going to use this game to spread my thoughts......"

If such a fascinating game can really become a carrier of ideas, can you also engrave the dream of a big plantation in this kind of game?

He struggled to get up from the ground, leaning against the wall, the table and chairs, and everything around him that could be supported, and staggered to Doug with the same steps as a duck holding his urine.

"You...... Hello...... My name is Sheffield...... I'm sorry for offending you just now. Excuse me...... Can you let me play this game too?"

Sheffield whispered softly beside Doug, in a gentle tone.

Doug looked at the red-haired guy with a strange expression, looking at him still twitching or not, and wondered if the guy was (harmonious) sadistic.

The arrogant appearance of this thing just now is still imprinted in Doug's mind, and Doug is not a goldfish, how can he forget it so quickly.

He looked at his civilized stick, then at Sheffield's nakedness, and while he was quite sure that he was not doing (harmony) sadism, he took two steps back, farther away from this (harmony) state.

After all, I always hear people say that changing (harmonious) states is contagious.

Sheffield saw Doug's series of movements and disgusted expressions, and the expression on his face was even a little resentful.

But he didn't give up because of this, he took a few steps towards Doug "quack", "Please let me play your masterpiece too!"

"Good...... Bar......" Behind him was the fence, and behind the fence was the staircase, and Doug had no way back, and reluctantly agreed.

He agreed, glancing at the entire second floor.

Except for a waiter standing in the distance, the vast majority of people in the vicinity gathered around the three tables, playing "Monopoly" he brought.

Although this is an ordinary-looking board game, as long as he twitches the wings of his nose, he can still smell the scorching smoke of gunpowder.

The game "Monopoly" is like this, either you die or I die, magnifying the point of pursuing profit in human nature to the extreme, and any conventional moral law no longer takes effect. More effective than having no lower limit is having no lower limit.

In addition to the three players at the table, only Doug, Thompson, the "vampire" who looked like the boss of God and his second child, and his face was pale, and Sheffield and his little henchmen.

It's enough for five people to make a game.

Doug thought silently in his heart, and as he removed the last bag of Monopoly stock from his waist, he said to Sheffield, "Since you sincerely want to play, I will be merciful to satisfy you."

You and your henchmen, me, and the two guys over there, and we'll make a game. How much you can comprehend is up to you. ”

"Thank you, thank you so much. God ......" Sheffield had just said God, and suddenly shut up.

Because...... Almost all the people in the room were Protestant, and he was Catholic.

The Irish, who had been annexed by the British since 1801, were nominally British, but because of their red hair and Catholic faith, they were first slaughtered and then annexed to the land.

The influx of a large number of low-end people and the excessive demands of the landlords who held huge amounts of land in London led to a serious shortage of food rations in Ireland.

The potato, which has the highest yield per unit, is gradually becoming a staple food in Ireland.

Bake potatoes, boil potatoes, steam potatoes, bake potatoes every day, and live a life of nausea when you see potatoes, and you eat people into potatoes.

However, it's nothing, anyway, you can still live.

Horrifyingly, in 1845, an unprecedented potato disease swept through the potato growing regions of Ireland.

The British authorities expressed their deep condolences over the disaster, and said that it may take a year and a half for relief food to reach Ireland.

While reporting on the "potato plague" in Ireland, the British mass media ridiculed the Irish for not being able to eat because they were lazy.

A large number of rotten inedible potatoes, with the British in place rescue measures.

In the seven years beginning in 1845, Ireland's population fell by a quarter, and at least a million people fled abroad.

It was during this time that Sheffield, who was still a young child, drifted across the Atlantic with his parents to his uncle's house.

The uncle's family, who own a large amount of land, have never worried about the lack of land, but they feel that there are far from enough people to work. The abundance of life here is a paradise compared to the hell in Ireland where human flesh has already begun to be eaten.

In contrast, the little Sheffield had the idea that a big plantation was the best system.

After years of abundant food, Sheffield has grown to a tall horse. When he heard that the group of guys in the north of the United States wanted to destroy the plantations, which is an earthly paradise, he was furious.

When he inquired about the situation in the northern part of the United States, he found that there was not only a large area in the northern part of the United States called New England, but also the economic system and political system, which were undoubtedly imitated by the British.

In Sheffield's mind, Britain is a demon from the abyss.

At the same time, rumors of a large number of slaves being abducted by northerners also began to spread in his place.

How could the South, which was already short of labor, tolerate such theft of production tools?

So the younger generation formed an organization with the motto "Spread the plantation!", and they planned to go to the northern region and wake up the people there who were shrouded in evil by the evil system, and the plantation economy was the best economic system!

Although Sheffield lacked a theoretical basis, he was also elected as a promotion committee member because of his enthusiasm. After some urgent training and a lot of memorization, he was sent to the north.

His first stop was New Haven, Yale University.

He thought that because the people here were young and had a lot of knowledge, it must be best to convince them, and it would be better to make them identify with themselves and with the plantation economy.

However, when he said all the slogans he had memorized during the training more than once, none of these people agreed with him.

Doug, who came in at this time to stir up the situation, made him even more angry.

It's just that......

People who seem weak are not weak.

Sheffield still has his own ideas, but his experience has made it easier for him to succumb to the stronger.

Doug didn't guess what the Irishman was thinking, he walked up to Thompson and Gilbert and said, "Shall we have a game of Monopoly as well?"