After initially deciding on the policy of disclosing the Ronninger massacre to the public through "Fluorite", Gastens had time to talk to William Richardson about his needs. Daisy was also very concerned about what happened after he left, and the three of them drank tea and chatted in the reception room until late at night, and only then did they understand the current state of Gastens.

"It's easy to talk about the supply of parts, I also have a certain influence in the company, I'll go find someone and let them guarantee your supply. Although the company's production capacity is tight now, it is not time to affect the supply of military supplies, you occupy our factory, and we are in your throat, and it is normal. ”

William Richardson didn't think Gastens was in trouble, and he quickly promised to help Gastens solve it, and then cared about Gastens' current state.

"Little Gas, I'm a few years older than you, so I won't beat around the bush. You got up from a small serf, in half a year, after so many things, you were almost sent to the gallows, and now you have become a glorious major, and you have hugged the prince's thigh, this achievement is quite rare. What's more valuable is that your background is innocent, Prince Eliot will not worry that you are someone else's person, and there is a great possibility that you will be reused in the future, and your future can be said to be bright. At such a time, if you still want to write an article in "EZVIZ" to promote the Ronninger tragedy to be made public, do you know what the consequences will be if you find out? ”

"I know."

Gastens nodded, his gaze determined. Daisy sat beside him, looking at him tenderly.

"Little Gas, I don't know much about your communist theory, but Daisy likes it, so I can only support it. But it's not easy for you to come all the way. Isn't it a pity to give up so easily? I see that you and Daisy are in love, if you start now and stop doing these things, I can advocate that Daisy be married to you, and then give you a suburban villa as a dowry, and you two can live in peace and harmony, can't you? ”

Hearing that his father directly broke the relationship between the two and promised to marry him to Gastens, Daisy's face turned red all of a sudden. But even so, she still sat beside Gastens, and reached out to take his hand.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"Dad, he can't let go."

The two men, who spoke almost in unison, looked at each other and smiled after replying to William's question, and both understood what the other meant. It was only at this moment that Gastens was sure that Daisy had completely stood in the same trench as herself, choosing the same path of uncertainty about life and death. He gripped Daisy's outstretched hand tightly and looked at William with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Viscount Richardson, but I can't promise you this. Communism is my lifelong pursuit and belief, and I will never stop no matter what price I pay or what kind of resistance I encounter. ”

William Richardson showed a wry smile, he glanced at Daisy and Gastens who were clasped in both hands, and knew that his girl probably wouldn't come back. He reached out and rubbed his face and stood up.

"Well, I know what you mean, you are tired from the journey, you have a good rest. I've told them to prepare a room for you, right next to Daisy's room. Tomorrow for breakfast, we'll discuss what to do. ”

"Good night Dad."

"Good night, Lord Viscount."

Daisy and Gastens saw their father off, packed up the tea set in the reception room, and led Gastens upstairs. At the door of the room between the two, Gastens and Daisy hugged tightly and kissed each other deeply for a long time before saying goodbye to each other and agreeing to meet again tomorrow.

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The next day, Gastens yawned and appeared on the breakfast table with two bright dark circles under his eyes. Daisy was the first to notice his problem and cared about what was going on with him.

"I thought about it yesterday and said that the sooner the Ronninger incident became public, the better, so I wrote an overnight account and analysis of the Ronninger tragedy and published it as a newspaper commentary. Today we are trying to get the newspaper out there so that everyone can know about it. ”

"Garth", William smeared jam on his white bread without looking up, "what will be everyone's reaction to this announcement, have you thought about it?" ”

"The crowd is excited, and it is likely that a mass anti-war and anti-hoarding movement will break out."

"And what if something similar to Ronninger breaks out again?"

“……”

Gastens was silent, and after a while he picked up the milk and took a sip.

"Mr. Richardson, you know that if you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out. But if you put a frog in cold water and heat it slowly, it will be boiled to death. ”

"Do you know that by doing this, you are pushing the people to the edge of the fire pit, and if you are not careful, you will never recover."

"They're already in the fire pit, but they don't have the theory and the leaders to help them get out of the fire pit."

"Do you think you're the leader?"

"Why not?"

Gastens looked up and looked at William Richardson. Richardson looked at him for a moment, then looked away.

"Tell me what you think."

"Now Anken Ruin is a semi-slavery, semi-feudal country, which is also giving birth to the embryonic capitalism. The country's relations of production have become backward, the common people are oppressed, the aristocracy drinks and has fun every day, and there is great injustice in society. The Ronninger incident completely tore through the veil of the feudal class and the aristocratic class, and told everyone the true face of these high-ranking people. Once this matter is exposed, unless the emperor immediately arrests the entire family of Grand Duke Luo Ning and imposes heavy punishments, any form of delay, prevarication and luck will directly lead to the anger of the masses. If not properly handled, a nationwide riot could erupt. ”

"At that point, the country will be in chaos."

"Isn't the country chaotic enough right now?"

Gastens did not budge and did not back down. William paused for a moment and picked up the manuscript that Gastens had placed on the table.

"In Memory of the Standing Dead Warriors, this is your article?"

Gastens nodded, and Daisy sat down beside him and patted the back of his hand gently. There was a long silence at the dinner table. After a long time, William probably finished reading Gastens's article, he closed his eyes, thought for a while, and looked at Gastens again.

"Have you thought about it?"

"I've figured it out."

Gastens replied quickly, without any hesitation. His gaze was firm, like the snow that had not melted for thousands of years in the Yunding Snow Mountain.

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"Have you read the article? Paul was going mad, and Filas Navle was about to whip the royal policemen with a whip to arrest them. It's funny to look at them like that. ”

Miguel Martinez, the manager of the mage tower pyroxene vein, placed a manuscript copy of Fluorite on the table. Paul Chung picked up the newspaper and looked at it, and asked.

"Who is this mentor?"

"I don't know", Brooklyn also held a copy of the same newspaper in her hand, "I inquired about this "Fluorite", and it was a few students from Roseville who were working on it before, but then it was investigated, so it stopped. I don't know who is doing it now, but the person who wrote this article is of a very high level. ”

"Well, he's very well analyzed", Martinez shrugged, "the original sin of capitalism, I like this quote very much, except for the Grand Magus, isn't money the best thing in the world?" ”

"And your life, and your dick."

Paul Zhong replied coldly and dragged the topic back, "This article is too inflammatory, and Ronninger's affairs, even if there is no such article, it can't be hidden." Charlie Loning, as the Grand Duke, made such a mistake, it was stupid, and now the emperor and the southern theater of war were very passive. ”

"I heard that his favorite woman died a terrible death in that riot and was humiliated. Man, Chong Guan is angry and red-faced, there is no way. ”

Martinez shrugged, "What should we do next, as soon as this article comes out, I can't help it at all, and soon the masses will react, how do we deal with it, we have to come up with a way." ”

"The action is going to be accelerated, although this incident is unexpected, but it also gives us the best opportunity, aren't the workers going to strike, you can give them some support", Paul Chung said, looking at Martinez, "You have so many workers, take out half of it, it's enough for him to stand it, isn't it?" ”。

"It's okay on my side, it's a matter of a few days of shutdown anyway", Martinez nodded, "It's on your side, what about the army?" Another massacre is not good. ”

"The troops of the Western Military Region are all on the front line, and I am not familiar with the Guards, but before the First Army had a division on this side of the rotation, and that was our people, all of whom were elite. Some of their companions helped the emperor deal with the mage tower before, and their whereabouts are unknown, and we suspect that they were killed by that person, and the people below are also a little dissatisfied with that person. ”

"If the people and the army are all done, that one probably won't be able to stir up, right? Although he didn't deal with the Grand Magus before, his crown was brought by the Magister himself. Now that the Magister is gone, I'm curious if his hat can be worn securely. ”

Martinez took a drag on his cigarette and turned to look at Brooklyn.

"Does Lord Brooklyn have any other instructions?"

Brooklyn shook her head, "I hope everything goes well." ”

"Hope everything goes well."

The eyes of the three people were all looking at the newspaper on the table as they said this. In the crooked and occasionally typo newspaper of the copy, the headline of "Chronicle of the Murder of the Troninger" was glaring and eye-catching.

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"You really didn't make it?"

Royal Detective Hank Connelly slammed a copy of "Fluorite" on the table, and looked at Daisy Richardson, who was a little panicked in front of him, "You have to think about it, you are a person with a criminal record, this newspaper even uses your original name, what else do you have to quibble?" ”

"Big ...... My lord," Daisy said, "I really didn't make it." Last time, I was almost hanged for running this newspaper, how dare I get this kind of thing again. It must be someone else using our name to hide it. I assure you, we really didn't make it! Moreover, what happened to Ronninger, I still don't know! ”

"Fart!"

Hank Connelly scolded, "You didn't make it, why are you called the same name?" Your classmates have all said that you have always been reluctant to give up on communism, haven't you? ”

"That's ignorance before, I haven't done these things since I was amnesty, I don't want to die. Please don't kill me......"

Daisy said two more words and began to cry. Hank Connelly knew that the girl's father was a viscount, and he had recently been in charge of negotiations with the Third Republic of Fern, and he was very influential, and he was not easy to be rude. Looking at the crying woman in front of him, Hank Connelly held back for a while, and came up with a solution that was not a solution.

"Anyway, you can't go, I will arrange a special room and a special guard for you, if you have any suspicious behavior, don't blame me for being polite."

Daisy was still crying, as if she hadn't heard Hank. The detective, who had been a member of the Royal Police all his life, reached out and left the interrogation room. Behind him, Daisy Richardson cried heartbroken, with no intention of stopping.

"Sir, how is the trial, what should I do next?"

The Royal Policeman, who was waiting at the door, saw Connelly come out and asked.

"Bullshit!" Connelly scolded, "That newspaper doesn't seem to have been written by this kid." You arranged for someone to keep an eye on me. I'll look for clues again. ”

"Whoa!"

The officer nodded in agreement, and he followed Connery a few steps, but he couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, did Ronninger really slaughter the city?"

"Be quiet!" , Connelly scolded in a low voice, "I don't know, but it seems to be true, I heard that the emperor is mad, and it is said that Charlie Ronin will go to Roswell immediately to explain clearly." ”

"Will he come? It's so big, won't you be able to leave if you come? ”

"He's a Grand Duke, and he's always had a good relationship with the royal family, who knows. Maybe the emperor can keep him, not necessarily. ”

"How do the people explain? If you don't get it right, something will really happen. ”

"When the sky falls, there are tall people on top of it, and it is not a pity for them to kill so many people by themselves."

Connelly said this, seeing his subordinate nodding again and again, he reached out and patted him, "What are you nodding!" I didn't say anything, you know! ”

"I know, I know, I'm going to investigate the case!"

The policeman stooped and ran away, and Connelly stood still and thought for a moment, then left the Royal Police building. He was going to find the serf who wrote the article at that time to see if there were any clues.

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"Your Majesty, things are getting bigger."

Ankenrein's Imperial Chancellor, Emil Owen, stood in front of Emperor Paul Gibson with a somewhat panicked expression. In front of him was a copy of "Fluorite" spread out, and His Majesty the Emperor was holding a page of that newspaper and reading it carefully.

“…… The fundamental cause of this murder lies in the irreconcilable contradiction between the decadent production relations of the feudal forces and the nature of capitalism in pursuit of profits, on the one hand, and the simple desire of the broad masses of the people to live......"

Paul Gibson repeated the phrase and looked up at the emile.

"What do you think, Emir?"

"Ill-intentioned."

The emir quickly gave an answer, "This article is clearly about the Ronninger tragedy, but inside and outside the words, it is saying that our system is not good, that the imperial state is not good, that the capitalist system is not good, and that 'the state is the tool of the ruling class', the reactionary intention is obvious, and it must be severely cracked down." ”

"Blows are blows, but what do we do now? This matter of Grand Duke Luo Ning is really not authentic......"

Paul Gibson sighed and looked out the window. In the deep winter sky, the clouds of defeat were gloomy, like his current mood.