Lévi Ruffalo didn't deliberately hide it from Houston when he told him about what happened to Ronninger. Because of this, Houston's outlook on life has received the greatest shock in his life. The rise in food prices in Ronninger began almost at the same time as Roswell. As the second largest city in Ankenrein, Ronninger also has a mature industry and a large working class. These working-class people are paid little wages and have no land to support themselves. When the price of food rises, it is the working class that first feels the problem. They have had to cut down on household expenditures and cut back as much as possible in an attempt to keep their families stable in the face of high food prices. But the situation of the war changed three times in the day, and when the news of the debacle of Tulucas reached China, the price of Ronninger's food quadrupled in a week, directly breaking through the bottom line of what the working families could afford, and even most of the small citizen families also encountered the same problem.

Their income is not enough to fill their bellies.

The hungry people did not fail to take action, and there were several clashes between them and the hoarders, but the conflict was smaller at the time, and the people who broke out were also arrested and imprisoned, so the impact did not spread. However, with the arrival of the deep winter, the deepening of the emperor's preparations for war and the intervention of the Southern Military District, Roninger's already small grain began to give priority to the army of the Southern Military District, and the serfs in the suburbs of Roninger, except for the part attached to the Grand Duke of Ronin, the others ran and were captured as soldiers, and the foundation of agricultural production was almost completely destroyed. And in the city, there have also been many vicious acts of arresting good people as slaves and forcibly conscripting soldiers. Levy himself did not know when the fuse of the whole incident began, he only knew that as the situation deteriorated, workers' organizations were established in all major factories, and the basis and basis for the establishment of most workers' organizations turned out to be a newspaper called "Fluorite".

As Levi said this, Houston and his mother looked at each other and didn't say much. Levi didn't notice the reaction of his sister and nephew, and he continued to talk about his experience. On the day the conflict broke out, news suddenly appeared in the city that the major grain stores actually had a large amount of private grain in storage, and this private grain was about to be transported to the troops of the Southern Military Region. The people who got the news were excited, perhaps spontaneously, perhaps someone was organizing, and more and more people gathered at the legendary private food storage site.

A grain merchant cluster located on the east side of Roninger.

And the grain merchants, who also got the news, found their own backers, the police of Ronninger. Hungry citizens and workers clashed with the police for food, some opened fire in a panic, and some died. Immediately afterward, I don't know who to start with, the citizens and workers snatched the guns of the police, and the riot began.

How could such an insurrection succeed without organization, without discipline, and with just a lot of blood? Although Hauston was young, his theories from On Capital and a series of articles by Gastens gave him his own judgment on the outcome of the uprising. Sure enough, the burghers and the working class revolt at first achieved good results, as they stormed the grain merchants' warehouses and found large quantities of grain. Immediately after that, people began to smash roadside shops, rob pawnshops and banks, and things began to get out of control. Six hours after the riot began, the army outside the city intervened, and the heavily armed soldiers lined up in a neat formation and entered through the four gates of Roninger, killing anyone they saw without hesitation. At night, the whole of Ronninger was filled with corpses, except for the nobles and those who hid in their rooms and did not participate in the riot. As for how many people died, Levy said he didn't know.

"This ...... It's the equivalent of slaughtering a city, right? Levy's sister, Houston's mother, Lea Raleigh, wiped tears with horror and choked in her voice.

"This is the slaughter of the city."

Houston forgot to eat when he heard this, and some light flashed in his eyes, "This is the moment when the teacher said, when the contradiction intensifies to the point of irreconcilability, the final result is bound to be blood and death." ”

"You've also seen Fluorite?" Levi was a little surprised, "The newspaper is also here?" ”

"I went out from here first, I didn't expect you to have one in Roninger."

Houston instantly became proud, and he chatted with his mother and Levi while eating, trying to find some ideas and solutions, but he had no clue. Immediately afterward, their father, Cyril Raleigh, returned, and after listening to Levi and Howston, the man who had been running the communist cell slammed the dinner table.

"That's the moment the mentor said!"

Hearing his father's almost identical rhetoric to himself, Houston smiled softly. He looked at his father and asked.

"Dad, what should we do?"

"The massacre of Ronninger was a brutal massacre, and it was directed against his own subjects, and this matter must be known to everyone, and everyone must recognize the ugly face of the feudal aristocracy and the bourgeoisie!"

"But the police will definitely not let me say this, and the royal police may have to intervene. How do we make it public? ”

Levy had obviously thought about this question for a long time, and he looked at his brother-in-law eagerly, "We are a group of survivors, and we have tried many methods, but we can't release the news. I escaped by hiding at the bottom of the carriage that was going out of the city to transport the corpses. We simply don't have the channels, ways and means to let everyone know! ”

"No, we do!"

Almost at the same time, Houston and his father, Cyril, thought the same thing and said the same thing. Father and son looked at each other and nodded.

"Uncle, do you want to go somewhere with us?"

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Daisy hurriedly lowered her head and walked through the street, today the school was released early, and the school invited the police to come in to check the school's communist team, and asked her by the way. Since her pardon, she has cut off contact with the school's communist group, and naturally knows everything. The policemen didn't embarrass her, and after asking her clearly, they let her go home. But Daisy heard from other classmates that the school's communist group was almost wiped out this time, and many students were arrested.

Daisy, who escaped the catastrophe, once again realized the laxity and sloppiness of her previous actions, and also gained a deeper understanding of Gastens's way of doing things. Only by practicing communism with an attitude of death and sacrifice at any time can the flame of ideas be protected from the influence of these backward forces.

It's been almost a month since we entered the depths of winter, and the temperature in Roseville has dropped to about minus 10 degrees. Walking on the street, even though she was wrapped in a thick coat, Daisy could still feel the biting cold wind. In the corners on both sides of the street, a few black figures can be seen from time to time, not knowing whether they are dead or alive. Since the recent skyrocketing prices of daily necessities, the number of homeless people and corpses on the streets has begun to increase, and Daisy will be sentimental at first, but gradually, all the fault will be attributed to the system itself.

A new world can only be built by destroying an old world.

As she turned the corner, Daisy stopped. Four months ago, under this streetlight, she posed that question to Gastens.

"What are we going to do if the Archmage doesn't support our doctrine?"

"If the Magister is against us, we will fight against the Magister."

In the night, Gastens stood in the light of the street lamp, looking at Daisy condescendingly. Daisy still remembers the look in the man's eyes. Although she didn't understand it at the time, and she couldn't read it. But now, she suddenly felt as if she understood the emotion in Gastens' eyes when he said that.

That's the real, life-giving consciousness.

But that strong-willed man is still uncertain about his life and death.

Daisy blinked and walked past the lamp. Her home is in front of her, and her lover is far away. She hurried home, talked to her father, and asked if something had happened recently that caused the police to overreact to the communist group. But just as she turned the corner and looked into the lobby of her apartment, she saw a somewhat unfamiliar and familiar figure. The figure had its back to her, reading the notice posted on the hall door. Anken Rein's bright red uniform was like the finest pyroxene in the cold night, warming Daisy's eyes and heart. She froze in place, a little incredulous. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound. Her eyes widened, as if trying to confirm that the person was real and not hallucinating.

"Plus...... Gastens! ”

Like a reservoir that had accumulated to its apex, or like a balloon that blew to the outer wall as thin as a cicada's wings, all of Daisy's emotions rushed out with her shout, and rushed towards the person standing in the pyroxene light. Daisy, on the other hand, followed closely with her own voice, even faster than her own, and threw herself into the arms of Gastens, who had just turned around.

"Gastens! You are Gastens! You're back! You're alive! You're alive! You're alive! ”

Daisy's voice grew higher and thrier. When her voice rushed to its apex, all that remained was low sobs and whimpering. Gastens waved at Ivan and Zink, who rushed out of the darkness, signaling that they were safe.

It took a long time for Daisy to stop crying. She looked up in Gastens's arms, her fair face covered with tears under her long, messy hair. She didn't wipe it either, grabbed Gastens's arm tightly with both hands, and looked him from top to bottom several times before she remembered to talk to him.

"You...... How are you now? How did you get back? You...... Okay? Are there any injuries? Are there any injuries? I heard that the front line was defeated, and I'm so worried about you......"

Daisy never knew she was such a talkative person. She dragged Gastens back and forth for five minutes, without even giving Gastens a chance to reply. It wasn't until her words were interrupted again by whispered sobs and whimpering that Gastens had a chance to introduce her current situation.

"You, Major? Also met His Royal Highness?? ”

Daisy looked at Gastens with a monster-like look, and then reached out and touched the epaulettes representing the rank on his shoulder, before she asked Gastens to go home with her. And it was only at this time that Gastens introduced Ivan and Zink, who accompanied him, to Daisy. Together, the four of them pushed open the door of Daisy's house.

"Daisy, you're back? There's just something—"

It was Daisy's father, William Richardson, who opened the door, and he was clearly not alone in the room. Daisy's classmate Howston, his father and mother, and another man he didn't know and had an arm wound were standing around the corner of the hallway, looking this way. And Gastens, who saw Gastens behind Daisy, and William, who was wearing two soldiers in military uniforms, were also stunned for a moment.

"Gastens?"

"Baron Richardson."

Gastens bowed deeply, and Ivan and Zink, who followed him, hurriedly bowed, and for a moment several people were huddled together at the door. Seeing this scene, the Houston family, who were originally a little nervous, also relaxed a little. It took a few minutes for the two groups to introduce each other before they sat back down on the sofa in the reception room.

“…… That's it, Cyril and Levy came over this time to ask if there was any channel to make Ronninger's matter public. We all feel that this matter must be made public, and the truth must be known to everyone! ”

Before Daisy went home, Cyril and Levy had already told William what had happened, and William relayed the whole thing to Daisy and Gastens. For security reasons, they did not say that Gastens was the "mentor" who wrote for the newspaper, only that he was a friend of Daisy's. Houston knew that Gastens had written articles, and he could vaguely guess that Gastens was the main writer behind "Fluorite", but this young man was also a stuffy gourd, and he didn't poke this layer of window paper.

"I see," Daisy nodded, glancing at his father and sending the Houston family back first. Whether to disclose Ronninger on "Fluorite", since Gastens is here, it is obviously up to him to decide. When they returned to the reception room, they found Gastens in a trance. The two company commanders he brought with him were sitting on the sofa on the other side of the reception room, chatting in a low voice.

Gastens was not actually distracted, but desperately remembering whether there was such a Ronninger massacre in the history of his first life. In his impression, because Ankenrein was the victor in the one-year war, the problem of food prices and serfs that arose now was not particularly serious at that time. Moreover, in his memory, there is no memory of the massacre of Ronninger. If the wounded man sitting in front of him was telling the truth, and there was no such thing in Gastens' memory, it would only mean one conclusion.

He, a butterfly, has already set off a huge storm in this world.

"Garth, do you think Fluorite should publish this report?"

Daisy got straight to the point, believing that her father, Gastens, and herself had thought of the best way to get the word out when the Howston family had just spoken about it.

The underground publication of communism, "Fluorite".

"Fat, of course! Why not? ”

Gastens looked up, his eyes full of flames. Although he doesn't know the historical trend after being changed, he can still clearly realize how much impact Ronninger's massacre will have on the country at a time when social contradictions have been stretched to the extreme. Perhaps, he can no longer see the future clearly, but he can still see the world now. And the Ronninger massacre, if used properly, will be his most advantageous weapon in promoting communism.