Each system has its merits, such as the aristocracy of the Blue Flag Empire. In the process of the development of the empire, this aristocracy did make a great contribution to the empire, but as the aristocratic system continued to be bloated, the emperor who controlled the empire became mediocre, and these nobles who were supposed to lead the development of the empire began to become parasites lying on the body of the empire and constantly sucking blood.

—The Autobiography of Terry, Vol. 8

This duel between the nobles of the empire did not take place, and in the face of the threat of death, the arrogant and domineering Count Prisius was intimidated.

When he saw Ensign Sean's white gloves raised high, the fear in his heart overcame the aristocrat's pride, he took off his top hat, picked up the civilization stick, and reluctantly bowed and apologized to Viscount Sean.

So, under the mocking gaze of the warriors, the faceless Count of Prisius could only leave the crowd in a gloomy manner, but in his eyes when he turned around, a trace of vicious emotions continued to expand!

"Kids, let's have fun! Don't let these dirty things spoil your mood. From now on, we have our own home, and I believe that with your firm will and courageous passion, this will be the cradle of our revolutionary cause......"

As the commander of this army, Major General Oprah certainly couldn't let this matter affect the morale of the troops, and he didn't pay any attention to the young earl who was leaving quickly, but turned to everyone and diverted everyone's attention with a rousing tone.

Without the nobleman's interruption, the atmosphere among the warriors was soon restored to its passion, and Major General Oprah departed after a speech, and although he despised the young earl, as commander he had to take care of the members of the staff who followed him.

"Second Lieutenant, why are so many nobles following the Major General. And look at their expressions, as if they don't look at the major general in their eyes? ”

Looking at the figure of the major general in the distance, Terry came to Sean's side and asked quietly.

"Ahem! Brother Terry, it's a long time to say......"

Terry's question did make Sean a little embarrassed, after all, these days, Sean has been instilling in Terry the idea that he is against all the nobles who oppress the people! But there were so many nobles in his team, which made Sean's old face a little hot.

"Brother Terry, in fact, the nobles of the empire are also divided into two factions, most of the nobles, especially the big nobles in the north, are on the side of the empire, but there are also some more enlightened nobles who choose to support the revolution, and it is with the support of these nobles that the major general can launch this riot."

Obviously, even he didn't believe what Sean said at this moment, but what else could he say, could he tell Terry the truth of the facts, tell him that these people are just some opportunists, and these people just want to use this revolution to achieve their goals.

Tell Terry that because Major General Oprah is not a nobleman, but just a civilian who climbed to the position of Major General by virtue of his military exploits, those nobles do not take Oprah seriously, but only regard Major General as a tool worth using.

Obviously, Sean can't, although these Sean and Major General Oprah know very well in their hearts, but looking at Terry's immature face, Sean really doesn't want to dampen Terry's newly ignited enthusiasm for revolution.

"Oh!"

Hearing Sean's explanation, Terry let out a thoughtful oh and didn't continue to ask.

At this moment, several fighters with excited faces came to the two of them and pulled them to join the carnival team.

At the same time, Count Prisius, who had just lost face, did not return to the side of those members of the General Staff, and he walked aimlessly in the fort with an unhappy face.

"Sir, sir, you should be a noble lord!"

As Prisius passed by a small room with a closed door, a whispered greeting came from the small window.

"Huh!"

Prisius, who was in an upset mood, didn't want to pay attention to it, but the man's next words made his footsteps stop instantly.

"Noble lord, I have a big secret to tell you, a secret about the great vein of the Night Pearl."

When Prisius turned his head and looked at the window carefully, a pale and bloodless face appeared in front of him, and the pair of gloomy triangular eyes seemed to have a magical power, so he couldn't help but walk to the window.

And the man who called Prisius was the second leader of the bandits who was temporarily imprisoned in the room.

Of course, Terry and the others didn't know all this, and at this moment, he was laughing happily and hugging warmly with everyone.

In the open area in front of Mingguang Fort, thousands of soldiers were enthusiastically carnivaling, singing loud military songs and clumsy dances.

There is no need for delicious spirits, no need for a roaring bonfire, the common ideals in their hearts, and the friendship of fighting together, so that these warriors who have just experienced the test of blood and fire, life and death can vent their emotions to the fullest.

At this time, there were no heroes and no ordinary people, no soldiers and officers, just fighters who fought for a common ideal.

Among these soldiers who came later, there were many grassroots officers, but these people were all like Sean, with the heart of a revolutionary, they were not like those nobles, not like those officers in the original imperial army, they had a strict concept of hierarchy, so at this time, whether it was an officer or a soldier, everyone was in a mess.

Standing in the midst of this group of enthusiastic and excited soldiers, Terry danced and sang with everyone, and for the first time since becoming a soldier, Terry experienced the selfless friendship between these comrades, which he could never experience in the old Imperial army.

The carnival lasted for a long time, and when the sun set on Mingguang Castle, everyone reluctantly gathered and set up tents under the leadership of their respective officers.

There are not many houses in Mingguang Castle, and now it has become the residence of those noble lords, so including Terry, these soldiers can only set up temporary tents outside Mingguang Castle.

Terry wanted to help everyone set up a tent together, but his comrades didn't let him do it, not because everyone rejected him, but because of his current identity, in Sean's army, his status seemed to have been equated with Sean, becoming the core of this team.

Whether it is helping everyone through fatal difficulties again and again along the way, or attacking Mingguang Fort this time, Terry takes the initiative to take on the most dangerous and difficult task, and in everyone's mind, Terry has become an idol-like figure, so at this time, everyone is willing to let him do it.

So when everyone is in full swing, "poor" Terry can only sit on the sidelines and "think about things".

Of course, Terry didn't have much to think about at this time, he closed his eyes, just communicating with the system.

"Inheritor, there is no single answer to your question! In prehistoric civilizations, too, there were many different institutions, including this aristocracy, as you mentioned. ”

"Each system is suitable for the development of civilization in each period, and once the degree of civilization development reaches another height, the backward civilization system will be eliminated! So there is no such thing as the most suitable system. ”

After listening to the explanation of the Yanhuang system, Terry didn't seem to understand and didn't ask more, but now that his thinking had entered the system, Terry also took a look at the gold coins and prestige he now had.

After the battle behind Mingguang Castle, Terry's gold coins have exceeded thousands at this moment, and his reputation has reached hundreds.

The gold exchange interface, which Terry was already familiar with, did not do so, even though the gold he now had would allow him to trade it for a more advanced weapon.

Because although the Garand rifle is more advanced than the Miller rifle, after all, the difference in appearance is not very obvious, and everyone is used to it.

But if Terry exchanges those more bizarre-looking weapons at this time, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar in this team and bring unnecessary trouble to Terry himself.

Aside from the gold exchange, another option brightens Terry's eyes and makes him full of hope for the future.