There is a similar sculpture in Celtic Square in front of the Klimt Palace in the Monya Empire, but it is a sword------ Celtic holy sword, which symbolizes honor, grandeur and chivalry in the official language......

However, he never had the opportunity to touch the holy sword in person, Tang Yan, Tang Lin, and even Tang Yun's dream when he was a child was to be able to go to Celtic Square and see the proud capital. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMany families with privileged living conditions even hang a photo taken in front of the Celtic sword in the most conspicuous part of their home.

When I was a child, I envied those families...... However, now, the so-called Celtic holy sword, which symbolizes honor, solemnity, and chivalry, is actually a butcher's knife stained with the blood of countless people, and there are endless souls wandering and wailing around.

After Kirclough I took the throne, he also erected a golden statue of himself in the forecourt of Klimt Palace behind the Celtic Holy Sword, and whenever winter came, the afternoon sun shone on Celtic Square, and the holy sword would cast a shadow on the rear, which fell on the palm of the golden statue in the front court of Klimt Palace.

Demons and Butcher Knives...... The Covenanters used this title to satirize something that made countless Monya people proud.

Some out-of-town tourists stood under the tower to take pictures, and he and the river in the distance became an indispensable scenery in many shots.

Walking along the clean stone steps, there are people sitting on the benches on the riverbank, including couples, sports enthusiasts who are tired of running and stopping to rest, and hip-hop black faces wearing headphones to revel in the world of music.

He could hear the couple's laughter, the notes leaking from the headphones, and the ups and downs of the waves in the middle of the river......

Near the crescent flower garden were surrounded by a number of people, and the sound of the electronic organ overshadowed the melody of the guitar before being pierced by the sound of cymbals. A few seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys stood in front of the little flowers, plucking the silk strings intently and passionately, singing with their necks, sweat running down their sideburns, wet shirts clinging to their backs.

The cheerful and powerful song is like a ship sailing through the boiling waves, flowing in the air and in the hearts of people. They may not be as good as professional singers, but they have the infectious power that professional singers do not have, and the heart of young people chasing dreams will always move the aging stumbling people, and the immature singing voice has a special power, which makes people hope and look forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

Tang Fang continued to walk, the wind blowing on the river caressed his face, a little wet and cold, but not strong, very gentle.

There are two moons hanging in the sky, one big and one small, and the miserable brilliance penetrates the flowing clouds, shining on a metasequoia tree on the riverbank, and a shy teenager stands there, with his head down the whole time, humming the latest single of the famous Chinese singer Jason Chou, just a little out of tune, and his voice trembles slightly. From a distance, it looked like the guitar was so heavy that it bent his back.

Behind the boy was a bicycle, and next to him sat a girl with a ponytail, perhaps his girlfriend, who also buried her head in the crook of her arm and did not dare to see anyone, probably because her boyfriend sang badly and felt a little embarrassed, but she never left, even if the passers-by would look at them with strange eyes.

Tang Fang walked to the guitar bag at the shy boy's feet and stood still, took out 50 star coins and put it inside, and then said the name of a song and asked him if he could sing. The boy apparently didn't notice his arrival, panicked and didn't know what to do until he repeated the title of the song, and nodded his head to indicate that he could sing.

At this time, the girl in the back showed her face and looked at him with curious eyes, as if she had a lot of interest in this stranger.

The boy began to sing, although he was still nervous and out of tune, although he still didn't dare to look directly at passers-by, but he had a lot of courage and happiness in his eyes, not because of the 50 yuan, but because of the affirmation and encouragement of others.

Tang Fang was the only one who heard from the beginning to the end, and he didn't waste the 50 yuan in vain. Of course, those passers-by obviously don't think so, after all, the boy's singing skills are not as good as the band in front of him.

"Young...... That's nice. He glanced up at the sky and continued to walk into the distance.

The girl behind the boy looked at his back, and there was a puzzled expression on her face, because it was undoubtedly a very awkward thing to hear a twenty-four-five-year-old man exclaim almost an old man.

Pretending to be deep? Moaning without illness? She didn't think he was that kind of person.

The singing and drumming were drowned out by the sound of the waves coming from the river, and then a hoarse voice echoed near the bridge, hoarse like a desert waterless traveler screaming desperately in the yellow sand.

"Why did those businessmen support the Adam government, because they coveted the technical reserves of the Morningstar Minting. Money, it's all about money, they can sell their conscience, they can manipulate the media and officials...... People have become inseparable from technology, without cleaning robots we don't know how to protect the urban environment, without bread machines we don't know how to produce food with our hands, without those steel birds in the sky, we think we're trapped in a concrete prison, what does technology bring us? It's dependence, and without it we can't do anything......"

"We've lost our power...... Those forces hidden in our body's DNA that can change the world, we no longer trust each other, we no longer tolerate each other, and the distance between hearts is getting farther and farther apart...... They enslaved our bodies and souls with money and technology, and the gods who once guided mankind left us disappointed......"

Near the river was a half-man-high stage, where a white man about his age shouted accusations against the government and businessmen, and behind him a guitarist and a bass player helped to accompani, filling the words with rhythm and power, not just empty screams.

At the bottom of the stage stood young and old men and women, and someone used a mobile video camera to record the scene in front of them. On the opposite bridge, several pedestrians stopped and leaned on the stone railing, listening carefully to the young people's rebuttals and curses about this society, the country, the world, and the invisible rules and dogmas.

He didn't know how long he had been shouting here, and sometimes he only saw his mouth open but no sound came out. Even if he would pick up the thermos next to him and drink water in his free time, it still wouldn't ease the chapped process of his lips.

The people around him just listened quietly, occasionally sending a round of applause or two, and there was never a riot or swearing. The police stood in the shade of the trees next to the riverbank to maintain order, but they did not go up to disperse the anti-government and anti-technology guys as stumbling blocks to social harmony, or throw them in prison. Even when I hear the rhyme, I will nod my head lightly, and I will not hesitate to applaud.

This is the Covenant, even if the government is already discredited, Adam? Oliver and others were close to being torn apart, local governments were demanding secession from the Union, and a huge political crisis spread throughout the country, but the people were still living peacefully, with no worries about the imminent loss of government and no fear of the conflicts caused by the ideological divisions.

yes, where does power come from in this land? From the shy teenager, from the hoarse stranger on the stage, from the interested police officer next to him, from the pedestrians who stopped and watched on the opposite bridge.

He felt the young man's persistence in his dreams in that band, he saw courage and perseverance in those two shy teenagers, and he heard a different melody in the strangers.

Is he in Terry? Ferdinand saw in him the broad mind and open love of an old man, who witnessed the mission and deeds of a soldier at Mie Nakamura, who was in Dalton? Evelyn saw struggle and regret in her eyes.

It was these people who made up the Covenant...... As long as they are alive, the country will never die.

"Thank you, Yang Mou......" he looked up at the hazy moon in the sky, a smile on his face, "Thank you for the last gift you gave me." ”

The people who walked by glanced at him with strange eyes, and a little girl looked back at his face several times, and then looked up at the sky, and I didn't know what I saw, revealing a smile as sweet as an apple.

Tang Fang did not continue walking, and the sadness accumulated because of the farewell to the old man dissipated. The old Watt's account at the funeral, the touching of different people on the left and right of the riverbank, is something that battle and conquest can never teach.

When he returned to the hotel, he happened to meet Kylinia and Elena, who had returned from shopping, and he could see that the two were having a good time, and the girl was carrying a lot of things in a big bag, and even Vivi had a few gift boxes hanging on her body.

Kylinia didn't ask him why he came from outside, but casually asked him if he had dinner, and if he didn't, he happened to go to the restaurant with them. Tang Fang told them that he had already eaten, so he wouldn't go to join in the fun, and then the little thing vivi seized the opportunity to work as a coolie, and with the help of the waiter, he carried the pile of packages back to the room.

Elena bought a lot of things, most of them local specialties of the Star Alliance, and I thought she was going to bring them back to the United Kingdom of Turanx to give to those who had always taken care of her, such as Governor Buffel of Adiia, and Admiral Steinbel, the commander of the Aradel Star System garrison, who helped Elena a lot after he left.

Returned to the room and waited for a while, Elena and Kylinia, who had filled their stomachs, went upstairs, the girl took out a white shirt from those gifts and handed it to him, and said happily that she liked men in shirts very much, both handsome and spiritual, after saying this, she seemed to realize something, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she quickly beckoned Vivi to pick up those packages and run out of Tang Fang's room.

Kylinia didn't leave, just looked at the girl's back and shook her head, and said with a smile: "What a little girl who likes to be shy, fortunately there is vivi, although her mouth is a little poisonous." ”

Tang Fang didn't respond to her emotion, glanced at the street scene outside the window and said, "Is the matter done?" ”

The smile on her face slowly faded, became serious, nodded and said, "It's done, tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, in the No. 5 conference room of the Raphael Hotel on the south bank of the Miluo River." ”

"8 o'clock......" Tang Fang walked to the window, looked at the gentle long river in front of him, as well as the various ships shuttling on the river, and waved his hand behind him: "Go and rest, prepare by the way." ”

Kelinia took the shirt that Elena had picked out for him, unpacked it, hung it on a nearby hanger, and then turned away and went back to her room.

Tang Fang stood there for a while, looked back at the shirt on the hanger that suited his body type, smiled and shook his head. Even if Elena, a little girl, had the heart to help her buy clothes, it was unlikely that she would know the size, apparently it was Kelinia who helped the staff next to her to buy such a well-fitting shirt.

People only remember her politician side, serious side, but ignore her feminine side, delicate side.

"It seems...... I'm much luckier than you. He said, looking out the window.

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At about 8 a.m. GMT, on the south bank of the Miluo River, the Raphael Hotel is located along the river.

Gone are the gloom of yesterday, and the sky is rippling with a few cotton-like white clouds, sometimes hiding behind distant high-rise buildings, hiding from distant pedestrians, sometimes mischievously covering the face of Duma 1, so that people pay more attention to the other face that has only surfaced on the horizon.

Demonstrators once again greeted the front of the Parliament building. Of course, Bitrie? Before the news of Ferdinand's death was announced, it was much more sparse, with dissenting people sitting and standing in separate areas, and police officers with communicators in their hands maintaining order on the streets.

Tang Fang sat in the stadium facing the Miluo River, he could not see the confrontation between the Reinhardt Palace and the Reichstag without gunsmoke and blood, but he knew very well that it was not peaceful, even if it was Terry? Ferdinand helped Adam at the cost of his own death? Oliver's share the blame, and the government still faces a serious credit crisis.

After all, no one wants to be betrayed one day, and he is like this, and the Star Alliance people have the same worries.

"Representatives of the Liberal Party and the Republican Party have arrived." Kelinia's voice came from behind her.

He quickly recovered his senses, got up from the couch, buttoned up his suit, and turned to walk down the hallway to the conference room

Kylinia looked at him and smiled as she approached him, "That's good, I think you look a lot better in a suit than in a military uniform." ”

Tang Fang touched the tie on his chest and the white shirt inside: "I still think it's more comfortable to wear a military uniform, it's too formal." ”

She didn't say anything, just smiled: "Let's go, I'm afraid Elena won't be able to deal with those old guys alone." ”

"You underestimate her too much, is your time in the Xian Political Promotion Committee in vain?" Despite saying this, he picked up his pace and walked to the innermost meeting room 5.

Earlier, the Raphael Hotel management had emptied the landscape circle where Room 5 was located from all the occupants, and the entire venue appeared empty, with no security guards and no government agents in sight.

It's not that the Adam government is confident about the security situation in Greenwich City, and they just don't want to have too many people to make their guests feel threatened and unhappy, knowing that it's a sensitive time. (To be continued.) )