Tianhao glanced over his head and smiled gently, "Just put it there, I'll come by myself later." ”

There is a lot of written information to deal with every day, and there are all kinds of problems in the construction of villages and new towns. Although Tianhao has performed spore implantation surgery on all the leaders sent out, their natural shortcomings in government affairs are difficult to overcome, so they can only learn by doing, and when they encounter problems that cannot be solved, they can only send letters to ask for help from Tianhao.

Bonnard stood still, his mouth open, and he stopped talking.

Seeing his appearance, Tianhao gently put down the charcoal in his hand, stood up, moved the chair to a position closer to the tea tray and put it down, and greeted Bonnard with a smile: "It's so late anyway, come on, accompany me to have a cup of tea and then leave." ”

After repeated improvements by Tianhao, the taste is now significantly improved compared to before, and the aroma is more intense with the steaming of the heat, and the taste is bitter and then sweet, which makes people have a long aftertaste.

"It's better than coffee." Bonnard took a sip of the cup of hot tea and sighed.

Tianhao sat opposite and smiled slightly: "You seem to have something to say?" ”

The Sleeper program is huge, especially the preparations that are currently underway are important. Including Bonnard, Tianhao gave preferential treatment to all the crew members of the Obsidian in a six-month experiment, hoping to use his daily contact with these people to bridge the racial barrier, or at least let them know that he was not hostile.

As long as you have a good feeling, it can become the first prerequisite for implanting spores. Tianhao never thought that he could successfully transform all the more than 30 crew members, as long as there were one or two successful examples among them, plus Elizabeth, who was focused on training, it would be enough.

Bonnard is a special presence among these white people. He is not an aristocrat, but he has worked his way up from the bottom of the commoners to become an exemplary representative of the high-ranking subordinates. His vision and knowledge surpassed that of ordinary sailors, and he even knew some secrets of the upper class.

Tianhao talked to Bonnard a few times and found out that this is a guy who has a strong dissatisfaction with reality and desperately wants to be radical.

"My lord, I've thought about the story you told last time, can you tell me the rest of the story?" He held the teacup in both hands, and his pale brown eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Tianhao smiled with satisfaction.

The story told last time was well known in the age of civilization.

A small man living in a slum witnessed the hardships of countless poor people around him, and vowed to change the world with his own power. He ran every day, calling on people in the same situation as him to stand up and form a powerful force to declare war on the aristocracy, which controlled all the poor.

His name is Vladimir. Ilyich. Ulyanov.

He had another, even louder name———— Lenin.

"He succeeded." Tianhao's melodious voice was melodious and spoke in a pure Oxford accent, thanks to the English teacher at the time who gave him many oral trainings: "The revolutionaries killed the king, overthrew the rule of the aristocracy, and gave all the land to the poor." ”

This is the end of the story.

Bonnard clenched the cup in his hand tightly, unconsciously increasing his strength, and a large flush appeared on his weather-beaten face, revealing an almost substantive excitement: "My lord, you mean he succeeded?" He lifted those unequal laws that specifically targeted the poor? ”

Tianhao looked at Bonnard meaningfully: "He has become the new king. ”

Bonnard was stunned, he was stunned for five seconds before he uttered an incredulous voice: "...... That's impossible. ”

In Bonnard's view, this kind of thing is a myth, and he belongs to the kind of people who desperately want to change their fate. But in any case, Bonnard never wanted to become a king and actually sit in that much-anticipated position. He believed that all the mistakes were attributed to the immorality of the nobles, whose arrogance and ruthlessness led to the poverty of the lower classes, as for the king...... He belongs to the saints who never make mistakes.

"How could a nobleman do such a thing to you without the king's promise." Tianhao held the cup with his slender fingers and slowly sipped the warm tea: "If they fancy a beautiful girl, they will take it home, exercise the so-called "first (harmonious) night right", throw a few pennies at random to let you get out of your house, and raise taxes on civilians in the territory if they lose money in card gambling and play cards...... The source of it all is the king. We northern barbarians have an old saying, called "the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked", think about it, is this the truth? ”

These words were very different from the logic that had existed in Bonnard's head for decades, and he was a little hesitant, overwhelmed, not quite sure, and stammered, "...... My lord...... You...... You are also a nobleman, but you are different from them, I think...... Using you as an example, there should be good people among our nobles. ”

Because of Tianhao's intention to relax, Bonnard has a relatively wide area of activity in the fishing village. He knew more than the sailors, and was even able to get involved in inconsequential matters. For example, instructing barbarian cooks to cook, according to the tastes of white Southerners. For example, helping to maintain weapons and armor, or cutting clothes out of cotton.

He could feel the wary eyes around him, a hostility that came from the different races on both sides, not from interests and class. Bonnard secretly kept an eye on Tianhao's daily diet, and found that it was no different from most barbarians. The materials of the rock collar are very abundant, but he does not enjoy them extensively, he still does what he needs to do every day, and he never punishes his subordinates because of his personal emotions.

Bonnard believed that this was a true aristocracy.

Tianhao showed a disguised helpless smile: "This is different...... The story I'm talking about is very real, not made up. The overthrown king suffered a miserable end, including the queen and all his children being sent into exile, and a few years later, the king's entire family was executed, and since then, there have been no more so-called royal members. ”

Bonnard felt something unspeakable in his heart be stabbed suddenly. After a long silence, he asked seriously, "My lord, are you afraid of such an encounter in the future?" ”

"Yes." Tianhao is very calm: "I enjoy the respect from the people, so I must bring them a better life." Keeping them fed and giving them clothes to wear is not easy to do. ”

Bonnard's breathing became a little low: "You can kill those who are disobedient and want to rebel." ”

"I can't finish killing." Tianhao let out a long sigh: "The seeds of resistance are buried deep within the civilians, cut off the head of a rebel, and they will grow more like the legendary hydra." My friend, I understand what you think, and I want to tell you: a qualified nobleman does not rule a commoner with a sword, and many times it is bread and clothes that are the most effective weapons. ”

As he left the office, Bonnard shuddered with impulse and pleasure.

Through this period of contact, he knew that Tianhao's status was extremely high, and he was the real ruler of this land, equivalent to the duke of the white world, or even the grand duke.

This respectable big man actually said "I am his friend"?

In Bonnard's view, this is simply a great honor that deserves to be boasted to future generations for a lifetime.

Who said barbarians are monsters who eat people and don't spit out bones? I've seen their daily recipes with my own eyes, except for the larger quantities, the preparation is not very elaborate, and they eat exactly the same as us.

Of course, it was the story that impressed Bonnard the most, as well as the name "Vladimir".

He could never have known that this was an integral part of Tianhao's plan.

There are so many white people in the South that it is difficult to eliminate them by military force alone. The best thing to do is to plunge them into civil strife and divide the five kingdoms into ten, if not more, smaller kingdoms.

The output of revolution is as simple as that, and the human mind is the source of chaos.

Bonnard could never be a giant hydrogen bomb that detonated the entire South, but he could be a detonator essential for detonating explosives, or a small spark that ignited a fuse. If the northern barbarians were in a period of primitive, slave and semi-feudal mixed existence, then the white southerners had transcended all this and established a true feudal monarchy.

We must admit that their social system is superior to ours, and they have more productive forces than we do.

But so what?

The advanced and civilized must pay a price, and the popular thinking that is activated in advance will cause more discontent. If it were an ordinary Bonnard, shouting against the aristocratic slogan, he would have ended badly. But now it is different, and the evolving "Bonnard 2.0" will be fully supported by the Rock Collar in the north of the continent. He is qualified to make trouble in the south of the continent and become the source of all the calamities of the white aristocracy in the future.

Primitiveness is also a benefit. Because we have nothing, no scruples, and no worries. As long as you fight to the death, everything can be obtained from the enemy.

What's more, Bonnard believes in Tianhao and has developed a certain degree of worship. This is the trust that comes from the aristocratic class in the lower classes of commoners, and it is easier to be grateful than people of the same status.

This is the prerequisite for a spore transplant procedure.

……

It was almost early in the morning, but Tianhao was not sleepy.

Black leaf tea has a strong stimulating effect on the brain, and the theophylline content of this thing far exceeds that of black tea and green tea in the era of civilization. Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so Tianhao simply paced slowly in the room, thinking about all aspects of the plan, and whether there were any missing parts.

For a long time, he made people call the heavenly madness.

"You prepare, take a team after dawn and go to Pointe-Noire." Tianhao handed over an envelope, sealed it with fire paint, stamped with his personal seal, and earnestly advised: "Remember, this letter must not be left at any time, and it must be handed over to the great master by hand." ”

……

The territory of the cattle clan, the fierce bull department, the fierce horn city.

The design of the patriarch's private house is quite unique, the secret room is set underground, and you need to follow the stairs to enter, it is an inverted "eight" structure, there are exits on both sides, and the patriarch's guard is on duty all year round.

Niu Lingxiao stared at Wu Yuan with cold eyes, and asked fiercely, "How did you promise me last time?" You keep saying that as long as I let my woman die in Rock City, you can create an established fact, and with the rumors spread on a large scale, you can say that the king will take measures against the rock collar. The result? It's been months and there's been no movement from the Black Horn side. ”

Wu Yuan sat in his chair, his brows furrowed, and he was silent.

Things didn't go as planned.

The King of the Fierce Bull used the connections of Black Corner City, and Wu Yuan himself sent his most powerful cronies, and in just one week, rumors such as "The Lord of Rock City intends to rebel" spread all over the streets and alleys, and with Black Corner City as the core, it spread rapidly towards the surrounding area.

What comes out of one person's mouth may be a lie, but what comes out of the mouth of 10,000 people is the truth.

Wu Yuan was convinced of this, and he felt that there was no more secure plan than this. There is no need to do it yourself, the King of the Fierce Bull will not show up, His Majesty the King of the Bull will definitely be disturbed by rumors, even if there is the uncertain factor of the Great Power Division to block it, and he does not send a large army to conquer Rock City, at least he will take away Tianhao's status as the city lord and demote him to the leader, or even civilians.

Identity...... Every time he thought about this damn question, Wu Yuan felt furious.

A mere little person, who rose again and again, climbed to the throne of the lord. This position is already more than that of a clan of witches, and it is almost indistinguishable from the patriarch, where does this put my face?

"Why didn't His Majesty send someone to arrest him? This is a rebellion, we have evidence, he killed my woman! Niu Lingxiao had reached the extreme of rage, he suppressed his volume and kept roaring.

This is also a question that Wu Yuan is thinking about.

As long as it is about profit, it will definitely bring death. Human life is not valuable, let alone a mere city lord, even if it is the head of a clan, as long as His Majesty feels that his existence poses a threat to the rule of the clan, he should be killed, and he doesn't care about any excuse.

"He's alive because we haven't done enough." An eerie calmness enveloped Wu Yuan, and he pondered, his brain running wildly at a terrifying speed, and his tone calmer than ever, as if he was saying something else.

Niu Lingxiao stared at him viciously, his hideous expression couldn't make people believe that this was a clan king: "What do you mean? ”

"Rumors alone are not enough, Your Majesty did not feel the pressure from the Rock Collar. He won several battles in succession, and the population of Lei Niu and Mishui City increased significantly. This is a good thing for His Majesty, enough to offset his guilt for killing a princess. Wu Yuan was terrifyingly calm, he peeled back the cocoon, and thought carefully and deeply about the whole thing.

"Enough!" Niu Lingxiao jumped up like a beast, grabbed Wu Yuan's collar, and pulled him from the chair with irresistible force.

The tips of the noses of the two men were almost touching, and Wu Yuan could smell the strong breath coming out of his mouth.