"There is an urgent news that needs to be known to everyone this time", the Minister of Defense of the Third Republic of Fern and the head of the mission to the Republic of Negro, stood in the small conference room, with some nervousness in his voice, "The latest news, Ankenrey has a civil riot in Ronninger, the second largest city, because the price of food has risen sharply, and there is no market, the citizens and workers of Ronninger have launched a riot, which was bloodily suppressed by the local authorities, and the death toll is unknown. More information suggests that Ankenrei is due to increased instability within the empire, which may have an impact on the course of the Tulucas War later in the year. ”

"They rioted? Led by the working class? The archmage suppressed? ”

As the chairman of the Coalition of Trade Unions, Kaber Luya's first reaction when he heard that workers in other countries had rioted was, what if the Grand Magister suppressed it?

"Not only the working class, but also the small citizens, the exact number of members is not clear, there may be some gangsters and ruffians in it. Moreover, the archmage did not suppress it, it was the local police and the nearby garrison that suppressed it. ”

"It's all garrisons, it seems to be a big deal......"

"That's right, if the local government can't suppress it, a lot of people will die......"

"The imperial state is tyrannical, and if it were us, there would be no such thing......"

The people of the envoy group talked a lot, but the head of the mission, Jacob Larson, quickly stopped them from continuing the discussion, "Okay, we have limited time today, let's go back and discuss it again." The Neglo Republic will soon know about the riots, and we will need to adjust our negotiation strategy, go to the Thorny Hills as soon as possible, determine the situation between the two countries, and if it is confirmed, we can lower the conditions and sign a contract of intent. ”

Jacob Larson set a new tone for the negotiations, and the members of the legation were not dissatisfied. Everyone waited for Jacob to finish speaking, and chatted in the room for a while, before they dispersed. He had no idea what the nature of the Ankenrein riots was, whether they were led by the working class, how the government suppressed them, or what the casualties were. With a stomach full of questions, Caber Luya tossed and turned in bed and finally fell asleep.

Perhaps, tomorrow we will know the answer to all this.

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"What the hell is going on in the Ronninger riots? It's hard for me to do that! Lord Luke Brewster shouldn't be indifferent to this kind of thing, and if you want to hide the disappearance of the archmage for longer, you shouldn't take such a drastic response! ”

Brooklyn stood in front of Paul Gibson, Emperor of the Ankenrein Empire, and couldn't control his emotions. Her anger is half-true, and the real part is that as the last custodian of the Mage Tower, it is not easy to maintain the illusion that the Grand Magus still exists, and the Mage Tower has long been a plate of loose sand, and those who know the truth will either flee or be forced to remain silent, and no one knows when the paper will be punctured. At such a time, His Majesty the Emperor himself did not help, but instead intensified the situation and made it more difficult to keep secrets. The false part is that, although it is not very clear, Brooklyn vaguely knows that Ronninger's riot was not simply a mass act. Including the forces represented by the commander of the Western Theater of Operations, Paul Chung, and the capitalists under the command of the Mage Tower, they all contributed to this to some extent.

Paul Gibson didn't answer Brooklyn right away. He sat on the slump crooked, dressed in a yellow casual suit, with a visibly tired look. The officials of the grain depot below resold the grain reserves, and the grain merchants hoarded them, which caused the price of grain to skyrocket, and the price of grain was not marketed, which in turn led to this riot, and he saw that there was nothing he could do. Those big grain merchants have now become the people who support him the most, because the capitalists of the Mage Tower control most of the mining and heavy industry, and the influence of the royal family on capital is originally concentrated in light industries such as grain and clothing, and if he offends the capitalists representing light industry again, this war will not be able to continue at all.

But can he tell Brooklyn these things?

"Okay, I see, I'm measured."

Paul waved his hand, a little impatient and a little helpless. Brooklyn stood and looked at him for a moment, then stomped around and dropped a lukewarm word.

"I really can't stop it, if I die, you can do it yourself."

Back at the Mage's Tower, Paul Chung and Miguel Martinez were already waiting in the small room where they often met. Because the things to be discussed were too confidential, these bigwigs did not bring an entourage, and everything was said and recorded in person, and even written materials were never left. But because of common enemies and similar crises, this organizational relationship, which is based entirely on verbal alliances, has become stronger and stronger over time.

"How?"

Miguel Martinez, who was more familiar with Brooklyn, opened his mouth first, holding a cup of snow bud tea in his hand, swaying and steaming.

"It's still like that, my mouth is as tight as if it's sewn, and I don't say anything useful," Brooklyn took off her cover, threw it on the back of her chair, grabbed the small pastry on the table, swallowed it in one gulp, chewed it twice, and then continued in a muffled voice.

“…… He's more cautious now than before, he bragged a lot in front of me before, but now it's good, a stuffy gourd, don't say anything, what happened to Ronninger, it still depends on your own intelligence system. ”

"Actually, it's quite miserable," Paul Zhong sighed twice and took a sip of tea, "The rioters first robbed most of Ronninger's grain stores, beat away the policemen who came to maintain order, and killed a few. After that, they began to rob, set fires, riot, and the troops of the Southern Military District were stationed near Ronninger, and seeing that the situation was not right, they finally took direct action and used a whole division. ”

"The same is true for the grain merchants, can this kind of life money be earned? Charlie Ronin is still old after all, and he hasn't thought through it in front of the big right and wrong. The people have smashed the grain store, and his police are still talking to the grain merchants, can they be left behind? Miguel Martinez's voice was filled with disdain and schadenfreude, "It's good that not only was half of the city burned, but his own house was almost robbed, and I heard that he had a lover who was found on the way to escape, so the end, tsk......"

Grand Duke Charles Ronin is the de facto controller of Roninger, holding municipal and military powers, which is basically equivalent to a small half of an independent kingdom. Previously, in order to contend with the Great Magister, he had a good relationship with His Majesty the Emperor, and many generals in the Southern Theater were more or less connected to his family, and they were the top family forces in the southeast of Anken Ruiin. Martinez had had some friction with him, so there was no sympathy in his tone at all.

"That's the idea you had when you chose Ronninger, right?"

Brooklyn said angrily, with undisguised disdain in her tone, since she almost confessed the current situation of the Great Magister to the two people in front of her, Brooklyn's style of acting has become more and more direct and simple and clear, and there is a sense of early death and early transcendence.

"You didn't object, did you?" , Martinez smiled. He nodded at Paul Hour, "I heard they slaughtered half the city, do you know?" ”

"I know what, I don't know?" Paul Zhong took out a cigarette roll, looked at Brooklyn, took out a pyroxene lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, and spit out a large smoke ring.

"If you don't die so many people, what will we do next?"

"Slaughter the city? Did they slaughter the city? Our own city? ”

Rao had experienced half a life of ups and downs, but Brooklyn was still stunned by what she heard. The slaughter of the city, even in a war between us and the enemy, is rare, and once it happens, it is often responsible. But now, Anken Rein has dealt such a heavy hand to his city and his subjects?

"Don't listen to his nonsense", Paul Zhong looked at Brooklyn a little surprised, and his tone softened, "The so-called massacre of the city is actually the accidental killing of some leading rioters. Charlie Ronin is old, but he's not stupid. If he really slaughtered half of the city, he himself would not be able to live. ”

Hearing this, Brooklyn quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know what Ronninger's current situation was, she still hoped in her heart that the residents of that city would not be too affected by her actions and the actions of the two people around her.

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Houston Raleigh walked through the streets of Roseville in a good mood. As a first-year student at Roseville University, his grades were average, neither high nor low, and he had no lover or girlfriend. But he is still a member of Daisy Richardson's neo-communist group, which shows that he continues to have the trust of that powerful senior sister. Now, he and his parents are helping Daisy print "Fluorite", although it is not known how Daisy distributed this newspaper after it was printed, but today he even saw a manuscript at school, because of the recent war, conscription and food crisis, the students who have become more and more dissatisfied with the emperor are drawing ideas and nourishment from all possible places. Huni Havare's "On Capital" and "Fluorite" based on it became a popular theory among students.

"Classes, Contradictions, Relations of Production, Imperialist Wars, ......"

While muttering to himself about what he had seen in the newspaper in the morning, Howston Raleigh pushed open the door, but to his surprise, it was not only his mother and dinner, but also a big man in a shabby dress, who he didn't recognize at first glance, but his mother quickly helped him recall.

"House, come and see your little uncle Levi, the last time you saw him was six years ago, do you remember?"

"Uncle Levi", Houston walked up to the big man, only to find that his little uncle seemed to be injured, and a large section of his right arm was wrapped in gauze, and there was blood on it, his eyes shrank for a moment, and then he remembered Daisy, and became firm again.

"Are you hurt?"

"Well, little House, long time no see, you're grown up", Levi Ruffalo rubbed his hand against his pants and touched Howston's head. He followed Howston's gaze to his arm and smiled.

"Hit by a bunch of dog mongrels, it's fine."

"It's okay to say anything! I'll take you to the doctor later! It won't work like this! ”

Houston's mother, Lia Raleigh, formerly known as Lea Ruffalo, is the eldest of three siblings in the family, with a spicy and strong personality. She put a bowl of porridge in front of Levi, and said angrily, "Eat it!" ”

"Big sister", Levi swallowed his saliva, "Now that the food is tight, your family is not easy, what kind of bran and old wheat or something, just give me something to eat, I am a rough person, easy to feed." ”

"This is the bran porridge, and my mother has found someone to grind it again, and it looks so thin," Houston interjected, and sat down next to Levi. For some reason, he was concerned about Levy's arm injury.

"House, go out and play, I'll talk to your little uncle about something."

"No, Mommy," Houston said, taking his bowl of porridge, "I'm an adult now, and I can help the family." Is it because of Ronninger? ”

"How do you know?"

"Where did you know that?"

Houston's words obviously startled his mother and uncle, and the two of them asked questions in unison, looking at the junior.

"The school has spread that the Ronninger workers are rioting, and the city is being massacred! A lot of people died! Uncle, did you suffer this injury from those exploiting classes? ”

"The exploiting class?" , Levy smiled and looked at Houston's mother, his sister, "Sister, your family also watches "Fluorite"? ”

"Well, look, that's a nice wrapper."

Leia winked at Howston, meaning not to tell about their involvement in the printing of "Fluorite". Houston nodded, and asked again.

"Uncle, what the hell happened to Ronninger? Was the Holocaust real? Why did you get hurt? ”

"Okay, let your uncle eat first, he came all the way, and it is estimated that he didn't eat much!"

Liya interrupted her son, who had suddenly matured, and put a small plate of sauerkraut in front of Levi, "There's nothing to eat at home, that's all, make do with it." ”

"This is already very good, very good, sister, you can eat it too."

Levi picked up the bowl and swallowed again, looking at his sister and little nephew. Houston and Mom looked at each other and sat down at their respective tables to eat. Their father, Cyril Raleigh, had been a communist since he was last forcibly drafted and released. He, his companion Hudson Longster, and several others who were arrested at the time, relied on the guidance of "Fluorite" to set up an underground communist group in the factory, and they were busy until late every night.

"Uncle, you-"

Houston ate two bites of food and wanted to ask again. Levi coughed twice and gave in helplessly, "It's okay, it's still as pestering as when I was a child!" He put the bowl on the table, wiped his mouth, and began to tell.

"This time something happened to Roninger, the guards and soldiers of the Ronin family killed many of us, I escaped by luck, otherwise I would have died inside......"

Hearing his uncle finally speak, Howston shifted forward and listened intently. He had a great curiosity about what was happening in that distant city, and in his mind there were communist theories circling around. This young college student is trying to use the class analysis he has learned to analyze the root causes of Ronninger's unrest and repression.

Levi Ruffalo, from Ronninger, told his sister and nephew what had happened to Ronninger in a somewhat depressed, somewhat deep voice.