The young man's calm expression instantly turned hideous, and he pinched Prince Peterhead's neck with hatred, and stared at Prince Peterhead with round eyes. "The person who makes that adult unhappy is my enemy who is weak!"

"Someone!" The young man ordered to the revolutionary soldiers guarding the basement next to him.

"Drag this garbage out and cut off his flesh little by little while he's not dead."

Prince Peterhead, who had felt extremely weak, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and struggled violently in the face of the revolutionary soldiers who opened the prison door and grabbed him, screaming like a pig.

"Let me go, let me go, this prince has made meritorious contributions to the organization, and this prince has shed blood for the organization......"

"Give me a chance, give me a chance, let Prince Ben meet that adult, I can apologize, I can apologize!"

"I have money, I still have a lot of money, I want to make amends to that adult!"

……

"Phew......" The young man threw the long sword in his hand on the ground, straightened his slightly bald hair, and said disdainfully.

"Do you think that lord is someone who covets such a little wealth? If you dare to insult that adult, you two remember to cut two more knives, and don't let him die too quickly. ”

"Ah......h

As the first knife fell, Prince Peterhead suddenly became incontinent in pain and screamed miserably.

"Humph!" The young man snorted coldly in relief, straightened out his slightly messy clothes, and strode out of the basement.

From a distance, a raging fire had already ignited at the location of the palace, and two or three kilometers away, the young people could faintly hear the sound of screaming.

"The teacher has a life, don't blame me for being a little more aggressive!"

"Come on, send all the generals to gather at the Prime Minister's Mansion immediately, and the Prime Minister will arrange relevant tasks, and then lead troops into the palace to rescue the King and many nobles!" The young man commanded to the herald beside him.

"Yes!" After the herald was ordered to leave.

The young man turned to a kind old butler next to him and asked. "Have you buried all the explosives?"

The old butler smiled and said nothing, but nodded slightly.

……

And Chen Mo didn't know that his unintentional two sentences had caused a civil strife in the Kingdom of Peterhead to subvert the regime.

At this moment, he was still lying in the bathtub, bathing leisurely, and Chen Mo did not forget to scold those useless students in his mouth.

Chen Mo felt that he had taught more than 700 students, and none of them were rich, and all of them felt that they were all poor ghosts.

After all, those students have always given a lot of gifts every year, but there are too many books in them, and there is not even a real red envelope.

So poor that I can only deliver books......

Therefore, Chen Mo felt that his students should be really mixed, otherwise it would be bad to give them anything, and they would always give themselves books.

No matter how much Chen Mo himself likes to read, he doesn't really want the gifts he receives to be books, right?

And for so many years, in addition to food and accommodation, Chen Mo felt that he was working for the revolutionary army on a voluntary basis, and in terms of salary, Chen Mo had not even seen a Bailey.

If it weren't for Chen Mo's own freedom in the revolutionary army, and the revolutionary army also promised to help him find Sister Robin, Chen Mo would have "resigned" and left long ago.

Therefore, Chen Mo actually has a poor child who doesn't even have a Bailey on his body, and his pockets are always empty.

At this moment, Chen Mo thought about buying a bouquet of flowers for Sister Robin when the time came, and he had to think carefully about going there to get money.

"It's really hard to be poor!" When he usually eats and drinks, Chen Mo still doesn't feel that when he needs to buy something, this kind of embarrassment is extremely uncomfortable.

After soaking in the bathtub for a while, Chen Mo, who still couldn't think of other sources of wealth, had to shake his head helplessly and sigh, planning to set up a stall in the Chambord Islands and write for others when the time came.

Chen Mo felt that the only way he could make money was to set up a stall and sell words.

Chen Mo tossed for a long time with a little depression, and after changing into the cumbersome prince's costume, he controlled the wheelchair and came to the deck.

Suddenly, it was like His Royal Highness the Prince with an extraordinary temperament, floating to the deck.

I believe that even if the real king is here, he can't help but be impressed by Chen Mo's temperament.

Compared with those nobles who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and have big ears and pigs, Chen Mo at this moment is more like a noble young man with extremely high cultivation, even if he is a noble teacher of the world's aristocratic Tianlong people, he definitely can't find the slightest fault in Chen Mo.

"Teacher!" After dealing with the relevant affairs, Yuichi, who had been waiting at the door of the room, shouted respectfully.

"Hmm!" Chen Mo, who was still a little depressed in his heart, responded calmly, controlled the wheelchair to the sun umbrella that had been prepared a long time ago, took a book from the table next to him, and read it quietly.

And Yongyi, who was following Chen Mo, couldn't help but be worried about Chen Mo's calm attitude, and secretly planned to check the situation in the Peterhead Kingdom at night to see how it progressed.

After Chen Mo sat down to read, Yongyi gestured to the side, and suddenly the pastries and sour plum juice that had been prepared were brought up from the kitchen, and they were neatly placed on the table under the sun umbrella.

"Is the kitchen welfare so good today?" Chen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Yongyi on the side.

"Yes, teacher!" Yong nodded and said in a simple tone. "To celebrate the start of the voyage, the kitchen has prepared benefits for everyone today."

Chen Mo picked up the sour plum juice on the table, took a big sip of it, and suddenly felt that most of the depression in his heart had dissipated, and said. "The drink is not bad, it's my favorite sour plum juice!"

"If the teacher likes it, it's fine!" Yong nodded again and again, smiled happily, and at the same time secretly took out his notebook and added the words sour plum juice to Chen Mo's dietary preferences.

"By the way, why didn't I see you drinking?" Chen Mo asked casually while drinking sour plum juice while flipping through the books in his hand.

"Yuichi has already eaten it just now." Yuichi kept a sincere smile and said the words he had prepared earlier.

As Chen Mo's guard captain for more than a year, Yongyi knows very well that Chen Mo doesn't like special treatment, and thinks that on the basis of everyone performing their duties, the basic treatment is equal.

For example, Chen Mo's status as a scholar and teacher, he believes that reading books leisurely is a kind of accumulation of knowledge, which can be regarded as conscientiousness, not a kind of laziness.

But this kind of extra pastries and drinks are a special treatment in Chen Mo's opinion.

If it was a welfare situation that everyone had, Chen Mo would gladly accept it, but if Chen Mo knew that it was only for him alone.

Yongyi estimated that he was going to be scolded by the teacher again, but in order to be able to make his teacher's life a little better.

Yong Yi gave a secret death order to all the members of the revolutionary army up and down early in the morning, and he was not afraid of being discovered by Chen Mo at all.

Yongyi is actually not lying, everyone has benefits, but Chen Mo is a delicate pastry and a chilled sour plum juice.

Others are treated to a salted fish and a bottle of cheap rum.