In May 857, Evadrun.

Cassie Lonergan stood on the road in front of the gates of Rawadren and looked at the city in front of him. It's been 9 years since the uprising, but this small city doesn't seem to have changed. Many of the young people who went out to the revolution with him back then have become middle-aged, and some have even married and had children. Now, the city is foreign to them. And to the city, they are also strange.

"Come on, don't be stunned."

The man standing in front of Cassie Lonergan was called Demont Weez, who was first a liaison with the Elena Counter-Investigation Bureau, and now a liaison officer with Ankenrein in the Levardren District. After the completion of the clean-up activities, in line with the principle of a peaceful settlement of the Fern Third Republic Workers' Revolutionary Army, Ankenrein and the Fern Third Republic began negotiations, Aziva Rand had lost the ability to govern at this time, and his grandson Daniel Rand readily agreed to Ankenrein's conditions.

The area of Evadelen and Pillerburg and the surrounding 50 kilometers was designated as a special communist zone, so as to give a place of recuperation for the revolutionary army who were making a revolution in the eastern mountains of the Third Republic of Fern and could not be killed no matter how they fought. In exchange, Ankenrein would not be stationed in the communist zone, but would only set up a representative office and arrange liaison officers. At the same time, Anken Rein promised to build a steam factory in Evaderen to assemble the Chaoyang Type 1 steam engine, and the Third Republic of Fern could extract 20% of the profits from the sale of the steam engines produced at this factory.

This condition hits Daniel's soft underbelly. Since the signing of the Ice Treaty, the steam engine, which had been briefly restricted, began to occupy the market again. The steam engines produced by their company could not compete with them at all, and they could only desperately compress profits, take the low-end route, and survive. This problem is not only the RAND Corporation, but also the Slote Power Equipment Company of the Neglo Republic, and even the Dragonji Power Equipment Co., Ltd. of the Alonte Empire. Before, everyone didn't have that kind of production technology, so they could only watch Anken Rein make money. Now, for the sake of a handful of rebels, Anken Rein was willing to set up a factory in the Third Republic of Fern, and Daniel agreed almost without thinking about it. Although there is a danger of splitting the motherland in such a special zone, there is still an Alonte empire between Levaderen and Anken Rein, and it is impossible for Anken Rein to do anything through this small springboard. Moreover, it would also clear out those pesky rebels and restore calm to the east. So, in Daniel's opinion, the deal is a good deal.

"Thank you, otherwise, we would have to eat soil in the mountains."

When Cassie Lonergan talks about eating dirt, he doesn't have much discomfort or disgust. After an initial period of adaptation, they have become skilled forest survivors and strong revolutionaries. If it weren't for Gastens writing him a handwritten letter, Cassie Lonergan himself wouldn't know if he would have wanted to come out.

"Don't dare, it's our president's decision," said Demont Weez, leading Cassie Lonergan down the street, lined with onlookers. Most of them were plainly dressed and had sad faces, and at first glance they looked like class brothers. At first, these people were a little reserved, but as more and more guerrillas entered the city, their emotions gradually became aroused, and some people rushed forward to shake hands, thank you, or ask to join the army. Cassie Lonergan looked at these people and knew that the enlightenment of communism in the Third Republic of Fern had begun. Although the guerrillas led by himself have never been able to overthrow the government of the Third Republic, they have also made more people aware of communism and yearn for communism. The reason why his contingent was able to persist was also very much related to the steady stream of workers from all over the country who came to ask to join the guerrillas.

“…… Our office is located here, and the factory is intended to be located in the east of the city, where the terrain is flat, the transportation is convenient, and there is a small port for export and docking. Chairman Lonergan, you and your comrades can arrange for a part of the soldiers to join the plant. Our chairman said that we do not hide our selfishness in front of our own people. ”

"That's good, thank you, Chairman Gastens!"

Cassie Lonagan thanked him again and looked at the team behind him. His assistant, Yarrow Lynch, who was much older, looked at him with a smile in his eyes. His fellow companions, Tara and Hansen, had died in a battle five years earlier.

As a result, Cassie Lonergan knew that even his most determined comrades longed for peace and development. He looked at the northern sky, remembering Gastens's somewhat vague appearance, and a passion gradually surged in his heart.

I may not be able to be a leader like you, but I will definitely forge my own path!

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Just as Cassie Lonergan was looking north, a young man named Javier Rigby walked through the gates of the Sanction Mage's Tower. After Gastens completed the unification of Ankenrein, the Sanction Mage Tower began to officially open to the public, and it became an extremely popular attraction. With great curiosity, countless ordinary people visited this building, which represented the last glory of magic that had ruled the continent for thousands of years. This enthusiasm, which lasted until Javier Rigby's arrival, never waned.

“…… This is the annex to the Tower of Sanctions, where the servants and attendants who serve the archmage live. This is where they get their water, and when they have magic, the magic power machine can send it directly from here to the top of the mage tower......"

While listening to the narrator's explanation, Javier Rigby looked around. A small person like him, who used to be just a hotel front desk, would never have had the opportunity to enter the Mage Tower in his lifetime. However, the Revolution and the new Ankenrein Republic gave people like him complete equality with everyone else. Since the founding of the People's Communist Republic of Ankenrein, there have been no nobles or slaves in this country, and all people are equal like everyone else.

Following the large group into the Mage Tower, the guide's voice became clearer in the twisting corridors of the Mage Tower. Javier Rigby listened attentively, imagining in his mind that glorious era. In that era, one person could destroy a country, and one person could decide the life and death of countless people.

If it weren't for that person, then, for ordinary people, it wouldn't be a good time.

Javier Rigby thinks so and thinks so. He followed the crowd to visit the Mage Tower, and he saw the huge magic circle that spread throughout the hall of Radiance, the old furniture of the Rose Hall, and the place where the Grand Magus slept, ate, and entertained. The entire Mage Tower is like a small, well-equipped city that houses the most powerful people in this world at all times.

The visit lasted more than two hours, and by the time Javier Rigby left the Mage's Tower, it was already slightly yellow. He found his way home by the usual path, buying a white loaf of bread and a little meat on the way. Buying these foods cost him 30 emancipations, less than 1 goddess coin. And his monthly salary is 80 goddess coins.

Yes, Javier Rigby is no longer a receptionist at the Count Ross Hotel. The hotel was nationalized after liberation, and Javier Rigby became the hotel's maître d'affaires. You know, that position was only done by the servants of Count Rose's family before. And now, anyone can become a maître d'être, as long as he is good enough.

"Oops!"

As he approached the door, Javier Rigby suddenly remembered something, and he hurried home, put down his things, grabbed a piece of black bread and stuffed it into his arms, and hurried out the door. As a member of the Cult of Orn, he attends the sacraments at this time of the week.

Unlike when the Cult of Orn was first established, Javier Rigby no longer had to wear a turban to cover his face, and the current communist republic of Ankenrein does not believe in gods, but it does not prohibit the spread of religion. The Cult of Orn itself is relatively low-key, so it has become a public presence. So when Javier Rigby walked into the huge, newly-completed church, he encountered no obstacles, nor did he lose the excitement of his new initiation.

"Rigby, you're late again."

Priest Heywood Rand saw Javier, waved at him lightly, and spoke silently. Like Javier Rigby, he was one of the first to join Pope Scott in the Cult of Orn. The only difference between the two is that one is a believer and the other is a priest.

"I'm sorry, Priest, but I've gone to visit the Adjudicator's Tower."

Javier Rigby explained, walked to the sharing platform, and put his black bread on it. He glanced at the sharing platform full of black bread and turned to join the sacrament in progress.

"Orn is above—"

Half an hour after Rigby's sacrament, the faithful ended the sacrament with a single prayer. After that, most of the people went to the sharing platform and symbolically took some bread home. Rigby, who was more familiar and senior with the Cult of Orn, stayed behind to chat with the priest Heywood Rambo.

"Lambo priest, I think there is always food on the sharing platform recently, is there less people coming to get food?"

The sharing platform of the Cult of Orn is a system with a very strong wartime economic characteristics. Believers bring food to share with everyone, and if there is a surplus, they can give it to those in need for free. In the past, when the old Ankenrei Empire was fighting against Elena, military spending was high, and food prices were high, this platform system saved many people. But now, it seems that there is not much interest in this system.

"Most of our believers are workers and peasants, the workers have canteens, the peasants themselves have land, and there is no shortage of food. Some homeless people used to come here. But some time ago, the People's Livelihood Bureau took these homeless people away to participate in the reclamation, and there were fewer people coming. ”

Heywood Rambo had a sense of the problem of food accumulation at the sharing table and found the cause. That wasn't the main concern for him, though, he asked softly as he looked at Javier.

"Javier, your colleague over there, is anyone interested in becoming religious?"

Javier shook his head. Heywood had asked him to help spread the word among his subordinates and attract more people to the church. But he mentioned it, and everyone's interest was not great. In what is now Anken Rein, most people believe more in Gastens communism. After all, it was he who made everyone's life more obviously changed. Even Javier Rigby himself has no original interest in the Cult of Orn.

"Hey......"

Heywood sighed softly, he saw that Javier Rigby was absent-minded, but there was nothing he could do. With the end of the war between Anken Rein and several major powers, the prophecy of the Cult of Aun about the destruction of the world seems to have been shattered, and not only has the recruitment of new believers been slow, but many old believers have gradually reduced the number of times they attend the sacraments. The Javier Rigby in front of him can be said to be the earliest group of believers in the Divine Cult, and now he is obviously not interested in the sacraments.

"Alright, priest, don't worry, you will definitely have more believers, I have something at home, I'll go back first."

Javier didn't want to stay longer than Heywood, and he didn't want to stay long. He was still thinking about his white bread and meat, and thought about going home to eat something good, so he didn't talk much about it. Heywood didn't hold back, he sent Rigby out of the church, and sighed softly in front of the newly built, not even fully built, church as he watched the people and cars come and go in front of him.

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Brooklyn Arquette sat on a stool, drowsy as she looked at the red pointer on the pyroxene detector in front of her. Now, she is an ordinary researcher at the Mage Tower Research Institute, having lost her once prominent status and escaped an almost doomed death. She is already very satisfied with her current state.

For some unknown reason, Gastens kept the Mage Tower Academy, and even strengthened some of its staff. Although under the new system, the income of these people has dropped quite a bit. But the fact that the Chairman was still interested in the Mage Tower made them excited. After all, until now, there is no conclusion whether Gastens is the Grand Magister or not.

The instrument placed in front of Brooklyn Arquette is called the pyroxene energy release efficiency detector, and through a series of subtle means, this small instrument can roughly detect the energy stability of pyroxene. The more stable the energy of the pyroxene, the more difficult it is for the gold to channel energy from it, and if the energy stability of the pyroxene exceeds a certain threshold, the pyroxene will fall silent and become a decorative gemstone.

It's just that for the vast majority of pyroxene, their energy stability hovers within a very small range. Brooklyn had participated in similar studies before and knew that this attenuation of pyroxene was based on a ten, or even a hundred years. So, although she is doing it very seriously, it is nothing more. In her head, there was only one thing on her mind.

Today's cafeteria, I don't know if there will be meat.