As soon as Mishan returned to the hotel, he asked Greenhill to help him buy some paper, pen and ink.

"My lord, are you going to learn inscription?" He took a bunch of pen and ink directly from the innkeeper, and Greenhill didn't ask who Mishan was writing to.

First, Mi Shan asked for a lot of paper, and secondly, Mi Shan, who had just crossed into this world, didn't know many people.

"No......" spread the paper used by the inhabitants of Azeroth to learn the art of inscription on the table, and complained that there was only a quill in Mishan, revealing a meaningful expression and said:

"I just think that the stonemasons need a perfect program of revolutionary action."

"Revolutionary program of action?" Greenhill, like Van Cleef, has never been exposed to anything about it.

After all, World of Warcraft is a game that conforms to the mainstream values of Europe and the United States, and these things that come out of the Rice Shan Peel are definitely not in the game.

"It's the overthrow of a program of action for a ruling class like yours." Mi Shan said casually.

“…… Like me? Greenhill was bewildered by Mistress Missar's words.

"The great lord of the Silver Knights, how can he be regarded as the ruling class?" Mishan said.

"Hmm...... I don't feel like a ruling class...... "Greenhill stumbles.

“…… Uh, it seems to be ...... too" Misson remembered that the game seemed to be running around with the game character Greenhill.

And the paladins in the Temple of Light, who were nominally Greenhill's soldiers, did nothing but praise Greenhill as he passed by.

Maybe it's just the game's lack of performance and the fact that the player has more things to do, but in reality, it's clear that as the Grand Lord, Greenhill spends most of the day doing this and that.

"With great power comes great responsibility." Misr comforted Greenhill, picked up the pen and was about to write something when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Your Excellency......" Greenhill asked immediately.

"I said, you remember." Mi Shan's expression was a little embarrassed and he moved out of the way.

"Yes, sir." I didn't know why Mi Shan's expression was so embarrassed, Greenhill obediently sat down, picked up the pen, and dipped it in the emerald green ink ground out of the Demon Emperor Grass.

God knows why the inhabitants of this game world speak in Chinese, but the text is a completely different alphabet that looks like English.

What's more, Y. Shan discovers that he actually recognizes this kind of writing...... However, it could not be written.

What kind of terrible setting is this, throwing yourself into this realistic World of Warcraft egg pain star is not what system is not good.

Mi Shan, who embraced these complaints, told what he could still remember in his head about the "Declaration", "Program" and even some things in movies and TV series.

Even some slogans that promote the concept of honor and disgrace and values have been spoken,

Yoneshan, who returned these learnings to the teacher a long time ago, can remember very fragmented content.

The narration is sometimes fast and slow, and sometimes there is repetition.

Fortunately, it was Greenhill who was in charge of the records, and if the average clerical worker would probably have to turn the table.

By the time Mishan racked his brains and couldn't come up with anything new, there was already a thick stack of written papers on the table.

Picked up a random one and looked at it, and Mi Shan put it down directly and said, "Fortunately, my political class teacher is not here......

Otherwise, I don't know how long I will be punished.

When he and Mishan fell into the sadness of why he was not a top student, Greenhill, who was in charge of the record, asked Mishan in a very shocked tone:

"My lord, do you need me to help you tidy it up?"

"Did you get it in order? Such a mess...... "Anyway, Mishan thinks he can't sort it out."

"It's messy, and there's even some inconsistencies." Greenhill pondered the words and said, "But you can feel the greatness of these thoughts...... below."

Immediately after, Greenhill's face showed an expression that gave Rice Shan goosebumps, and he put the piece of paper that had just been written in his hand and the ink had not yet dried on his chest and said:

"Sure enough, it's a world that can give birth to great people like you."

"Stop, stop......" Mi Shan, who felt that he needed Gu Aotian's mental calmness and passive BUFF, hurriedly stopped Greenhill and said, "I admit that this idea is great, but it has nothing to do with me. ”

"How can it be okay, it's obviously your lord...... If this idea could spread in Azeroth, I am sure that countless people would be shaken by it. Greenhill said.

"I just know that in my hometown, most of these things are taught in nine years of compulsory education, and the rest can be found online."

Mi Shan spread his hands and said, "And if these thoughts really spread, are you sure that I won't be killed?" ”

"Even if it's the destruction of the world! I won't let you be hurt in the slightest, my lord! Greenhill immediately said categorically, as if the next moment she would rush to the center of the earth and detonate Azeroth.

"Ah...... Why do I feel so tired? Mi Shan, who was becoming more and more envious, rubbed his eyebrows, feeling tired.

"Your Excellency?" Greenhill looked puzzled.

Mi Shan, who felt that he should explain it well, dragged a chair from the corner of the room and sat down and said:

"The ideas in these things I'm telling are great, even in my native world."

"But because of its greatness and advancement, it is not recognized by everyone in my home world."

"And more importantly, this great idea was born in my homeland, which is not like Azeroth, where individual power surpasses national strength."

"So this kind of thinking, in Azeroth, has limitations."

"Limitations?" Greenhill, who listened to Mishan's explanation like a good baby, asked.

"Well, limitations...... In these materials, there is no analysis of the development of the productive forces, the relations of production, and the influence of the ownership of the means of production by the transcendent of individual strength. Misr gave Greenhill an example:

"For example, if those brotherhoods of stonemasons really did what I said, a strong man like you could easily wipe them out by himself."

"I'm not going to do that...... Greenhill said.

"But actually, you and I have done it, remember the Death Mine." Misr Shan blocked Greenhill back with a word.

"To ...... At least not yet. Greenhill was a little embarrassed.

Well...... The two successive acts of destroying the Brotherhood of Defia, the normal historical Brotherhood of Masonry, in the Mines of Death are a real memory for Greenhill.

"I'm just making an analogy, and more importantly, you and I both know that as the plot develops, Azeroth will soon enter an era of calamities." Mi Shan showed a hint of his memories of his past game career and said:

"In that kind of environment where the survival of the race and even the survival of the world is at stake, the ideological high ground and class struggle are not very important."

"What did you do, my lord?" Greenhill looked puzzled.

"I'm just happy to be happy, and I really can't stand the fact that they, as a glorious working class, are trapped in their own limitations, and that they can turn themselves into reactionaries if they rebel." Mi Shan said with a smile.

......Greenhill was visibly shaken, but immediately, this wavering turned into a firmer conviction:

"Whatever you want to do, my lord, I will support you to the end."

"Sleep, sleep, it's so late, it's okay for you to change those things according to your ideas." Mishan, who had become accustomed to the form of a Greenhill loyal dog, stood up and planned to sleep.

"Yes, sir." Greenhill also stood up and undressed.

"......," Mi Shan thought that he should change his surname to Liu.