Chapter Seventy-Four: Springfield
The clatter of horses' hooves echoed through the wilderness, slowing down until it stopped.
"Bastard!"
Edmund pulled the reins fiercely, jumped off his horse, rushed to Davis Barton, who also turned over and dismounted, grabbed the other man by the collar, and shouted angrily:
"Davis Barton, you bastard, why are you holding me back?!"
Davisbaton didn't care that his collar was being grabbed, but he first glanced at the wilderness behind him from a distance, and seemed to be sure that no one was following, so he let out a long breath of turbidity, reached out and pushed Edmund away vigorously, and said with a cold expression, "I just saved your life, and now, you owe me a favor again." β
"it, those are my people, my people are all dead!"
Edmond breathed fire in his eyes, and after being pushed away by Davis Barton, he pulled out his revolver directly from his waist and pointed it at Davis Barton.
"You still know your people are dead?"
Davis Barton strode up to Edmund, pressed his forehead against the other party's revolver, and seemed to have no scruples that the other party would shoot, and a mocking smile rolled into the corner of his mouth, "If I hadn't dragged you, you would have been lying with your people right now." β
"What do you mean?!" The anger in Edmond's eyes dissipated slightly, he was not a brainless person, otherwise he wouldn't be the leader of so many cowboys, he calmed down a little and figured it out, "Do you know that Mandy?" β
"That's not the Madi, that's the Xia people, the Xia people from that distant empire."
Davis Barton's tone was also soothing, but he was still not too polite, "A dozen guns can't solve it, do you think one more result will change?" β
"I'm the best ......"
Edmund seemed to be a little unwilling, but Davis Barton interrupted the other party, "I know, Edmond, I know that the speed of your shooting can beat you in the West, and your marksmanship is accurate enough to shoot down the flying eagles in the sky, but if you know what I've been through, you will put away your naΓ―ve thoughts." β
"What the hell are you trying to say?" Edmund calmed down completely, put away the pistol in his hand, and asked in a deep voice.
"Edmund, we're old friends." Davisbaton stared at Edmund without evasion, and said word by word, "You know why I came to you......"
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Springfield Town.
A city located at the center of the north-south and east-west junction of the Federation, although it is called a town, it is a fairly large city because of its understanding of the north-south east-west hub.
From the moment he stepped into the city, Pei Chu felt a kind of prosperity completely different from Jinshan Port.
Wide streets, bustling pedestrians, towering spire-style residences, and trains whistling through the city center with a huge whistle of steam.
and Jinshan Port, where a large number of summer workers gather, is like another world here, and the bustle and prosperity from the shops make Pei Chu feel as if he has arrived in a civilized world.
"Pei, lower your hat a little, we have to be careful here."
William Johnson led a war horse, wearing suspenders and a white shirt, sweeping away the depressed appearance when he first met Pei Chu.
It's just that from the moment he entered the city, his face and the muscles on his body tensed slightly, and from time to time he swept around with the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid that someone would rush up and arrest him.
"I see that there are quite a few Negros and Madi here, too."
Pei Chu also led a horse, his eyes swept over the crowd around him from time to time, his current outfit was similar to William Johnson's, which was the more common clothing of this era.
"That's different." William Johnson glanced around and lowered his voice, "They are all slaves or hired laborers with masters, we have no identification, and if we are caught, we will be treated as fugitive slaves." β
Saying that, William Johnson glanced up at Pei Chu's face again, as if he was afraid that he would be angry, and hurriedly added, "I know that you are extremely powerful, but if you want to understand here, it is best to have less trouble." β
During this time together, William Johnson knew full well that the Madi brother beside him was a formidable warrior, even more terrifying than the tribal warriors he had heard from his parents.
According to those legends, their once tribal warriors had tougher skin than rocks, their strength could surpass that of bison and cows, and they could easily hunt lions in one person, and they were beyond ordinary people in every tribe in the continent of Africa.
But William Johnson has always been a little puzzled, if the legend is true, how can the powerful tribal warriors of the older generation of Negros be easily defeated by the Federation and some countries of the Old World, so that countless Negros have crossed the ocean and become slaves here.
"I see!"
Pei Chu, who was standing next to him, listened to William Johnson's explanation, nodded slightly, and lowered the brim of his hat.
After meeting William Johnson, the two traveled long distances and almost a month before arriving here.
During the month, he first learned to ride a horse with William Johnson, and then learned a lot about the differences in the federal polity from the other party.
Almost all of them are based on the town of Springfield, where slavery is still practiced in the Southern Federation, and a large number of Negros who have been plundered from the wild continent of Africa have become slaves.
Although there are also a large number of Negros and indigenous Madi people in the north, slavery has basically been abolished in comparison, and they are not free people, they should be called free slaves or cheap hired laborers, and their status is also underground, but there are no serious restrictions on personal freedom.
Now that he has come here, he also wants to see what kind of society is in this world with extraordinary powers.
Although the city looks bustling, it actually gives him an inexplicable oppression.
The two led their horses along the stone-paved streets of Springfield, where they could see women in gentleman's clothes and ornate embroidered dresses coming and going.
There were also poorly dressed hired hands and ordinary people, carrying all kinds of utensils and hurrying around the city, and some people occasionally cast some strange glances at Pei Chu and William Johnson, but fortunately, the two kept their heads down and walked relatively quickly, but they did not attract the attention of others too much.
Ding!
A crisp bell rang.
On the street, Pei Chu and William Johnson led their horses to avoid for a few minutes, and a four-wheeled luxury carriage slowly drove past the two.
The bearer of the carriage was a sturdy Negro, dressed in the finest servant's attire, and glanced proudly at Pechu and William Johnson.
Pei Chu didn't pay much attention to the coachman's eyes, but the moment he staggered with the carriage, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.
The mysterious air flow in his body was subconsciously stimulated to jump a little faster.
It seemed that there was some kind of presence in the carriage that gave him an inexplicable aura, cold, dark, and eerie.
"It's not ordinary people inside!"
Pei Chu looked sideways at the carriage that was gradually moving away, his brows furrowed, and he was slightly distracted. He didn't seem to expect it, but as soon as he stepped into the city of Springfield, he encountered some kind of extraordinary existence.
"Pei, what are you looking at?"
William Johnson on the side looked at Pei Chu and was a little stunned when he looked at the gorgeous carriage, called him softly, and then explained, "That's the carriage of the rich man in the big chamber of commerce." β
"The carriage is beautiful!"
Pei Chu nodded, turned his head to William Johnson and asked, "Have you found a place?" β
The two had been wandering the streets of Springfield for half an hour, William Johnson came to Springfield to find a friend from his youth, and Pei Chu followed the other party here, under the pretext of traveling to increase his horizons.
"It should be here." William Johnson looked at the street signs around him, and his tone was a little uncertain.
In the end, his eyes fell on a grocery store in front of him that looked at the faΓ§ade was quite spacious, and his expression jumped slightly: "Maybe it's that store." β
"Let's go, let's see."
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The bell of the carriage rang softly.
In the luxurious carriage where Pei Chu and Pei Chu staggered by, the curtains on the carriage window moved slightly, and a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman leaned slightly on the cushion to rest, and suddenly the middle-aged fair-skinned facial muscles moved, and he gently sucked his nose, and a touch of greed appeared on his face.
"A long-lost taste!" The middle-aged gentleman still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but his lips moved slightly and made a sound, "James......"
"Master." The speed of the luxurious carriage seemed to be a little slower, and the strong Negro coachman in front of the carriage replied respectfully.
The middle-aged gentleman seemed to be reclining, and just muttered dreamily: "The person I met just now ......"
"Do as you command!"
Outside the carriage, the coachman had already understood the meaning.