Caber Luya thought he couldn't get out of the prison. In his mind, no one who offended the Magister would survive. What's more, the magic of that day was so powerful and desperate that he couldn't muster the courage to resist at all.

"Secretary Luya, what should we do?"

One of the detained workers asked Kaber Luya questions in a tone of confusion and fear. They have the courage to fight against the capitalists for their work and their lives, because those capitalists are also human beings and want to make money. But they didn't know how to fight a magister. For these people, the Magister is a mythologically similar being, unable to resist and powerless to resist.

"I ...... I don't know ...... either."

Caber Luya's "On Capital" was not brought to prison, but he searched several times with his limited memory, and found no chapter on how to deal with the relationship with the Magister. Could it be that because the author of this book is a Magister, the book can ignore the Magister's contents?

Rare for Caber Luya, he did not give answers to the workers' questions. But even so, life still has to go on. He and some of the arrested workers were held in the detention center in Ferndingen, awaiting final punishment.

It's not the first time that Kaber Luya has been in the detention center, but every time, this place refreshes his cognition. Worse conditions, worse food and guards, more crowded cells. Many of the workers who marched with him were arrested and held in different places. Karbo Luya did not know exactly how many people were injured and how many were killed, but he only learned from the reporters who tried to interview him that their operation had attracted the attention of the whole country.

At the same time, they have become the laughing stock of the whole country.

These workers at the bottom of society are delusional about fighting against the Magus, don't they know that no one in this world can defeat the Magus except the Magister?

Kaber Luya thought he couldn't get out, and he was even ready to be put around his neck with a noose one day. But as the Fern people used to say, "You never know if the next person you meet will be a magician." ”

"Kaber Luya?"

One day after his arrest, Kaber Luya heard the guards calling his name. This surprised him, because usually these cops call themselves "that stupid pig".

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Come out, you've been released."

There was no explanation, no reason, just a word of notice, and Caber Luya was given the freedom he no longer had the luxury of having. He followed the guards out of his cell and found that they had prepared hot bath water and a meal with a fat steak.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"You just eat, why do you ask so much?"

So Caber Luya bowed his head and ate, he had never eaten anything so delicious in his life, the well-grilled steak, the fragrant gravy, and the white jade rice and vegetables that he was reluctant to stop. At this moment, Caber Luya has no "On Capital", no revolution or class in his heart, only one thing in his consciousness.

Food.

The meal did not last long, and Kaber Luya, who was refreshed and had a good stomach, left the detention center under the special gaze of the guards who accompanied him all the way. A middle-aged man in a formal suit was waiting for him at the prison gate, and beside the man, a simple black carriage was parked, with no decoration all over it, except for a small badge on the door.

It was a hexagonal badge with a scepter in the center.

It was the car from the Scepter Tower.

"Hello, is this Kaber Luya? I'm Evan Dugall, the third-level internal officer of the Scepter Mage's Tower, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

The middle-aged man who claimed to be from the Mage Tower had a respectful attitude, and Kaber Luya shook hands with him with some confusion, and asked, "Hello, my name is Kabo Luya, may I ask, did the Mage Tower let me go?" ”

"Please get in the car, your question will be answered later."

Instead of answering his question directly, the visitor opened the door of the carriage. Caber Luya hesitated and stepped through the door. He was so impressed by that psychic shock magic not so long ago that he didn't have the courage to stand up to the Mage Tower now.

The well-damped black carriage creaked all the way, and Caber Luya tentatively asked a few more questions, but Evan Dougall didn't answer him. Shaoqing, the carriage stopped, and someone opened the door.

"Here we are, Mr. Luya."

Evan Dougall got out of the car from the other side, and the waiter helped Caber Luya out of the car. He looked up and found himself standing directly below the Scepter Mage's Tower, the towering Mage Tower standing right in front of him, swarthy and somewhat infiltrating.

"Come this way, Mr. Luya."

Evan guided Kaber Luya around the Scepter Mage Tower to a small three-story building on the east side of the Mage Tower. He led Caber Luya a few steps and stopped in front of the black wooden door on the first floor of the second small building.

"My lord, we have Kaber Luya."

"Let him in."

Haruka's voice seemed to sound from the sky, and Caber Luya, guided by Evan Dugall, pushed the door in and saw Marshall Harf sitting on the couch reading a book. He had an impression of the man's red nose, the man who had lifted himself out of the detention center and called him in front of him, the man who had stopped their procession from entering the tower in front of him on the day of the parade, and watched him be struck by the psychic blast magic.

"Hello, my name is Marshall Huff, and I am the director of this tower, we have met before, although it is not very pleasant, but honestly, Your Excellency the Grand Magus likes your courage."

"Great, Grand Magus?"

Caber Luya's body was a little stiff, did he want to see the Archmage himself? Why did the Archmagus meet him? Don't you think that a psychic shock is not enough, and you need to release some magic on him?

"Okay, take it easy", Marshall Harf was very satisfied with Caber Luya's reaction, and he invited Caber Luya to sit down, "You can't see Your Excellency the Grand Magister, but I did invite you here this time because of the intention of the Grand Magus. ”

"What do you command, Your Excellency?"

Although he was still very dissatisfied with the Spiritual Shock that the Grand Magus threw at him, Kaber Luya's mood was more apprehensive than dissatisfied.

"He appreciates what you're doing, but you shouldn't storm the Mage Tower. If you go to the president, or stay on the side of parliament, your Excellency will not care what you do. Impactable Mage Tower? Tsk-"

"We also have a bitter ......," Caber Luya subconsciously tried to argue, but was interrupted by Marshall Huff.

"Have you seen Master Huni Havari's On Capital?"

"Huh?"

Kaber Luareng paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that for the Mage Tower, a figure like himself might not have any secrets at all. He took out an attitude of not being afraid to wear shoes with bare feet, and replied with a big grin.

"Yes, I love that book."

"Your Excellency the Archmage likes it too."

Unlike Caber Luya's expected reaction, Marshall Harf didn't mean any anger, he looked at Caber Luya, who was a little confused by his reply, and threw out his intentions.

"After releasing the Psychic Shock on you, Your Excellency the Archmage also reflected on his actions. After all, you are just as many of the new aristocrats as the capitalists, and he is not always on the side. So, he came to you this time in the hope that you could establish the first real working-class party in the third republic? ”

"Working class...... Party? ”

Marshall's divergent chatting ideas made Caber Luya a little unable to keep up, and he reacted for a moment before realizing what the other party was talking about.

"Forming a political party? We? Working-class? Are you sure? ”

"Of course it's true."

"Your Excellency doesn't blame us?"

"You just haven't found the right direction."

"That'...... That's great! ”

Kaber Luya stood up and paced around the room, walking faster and faster.

"If the party is a party, I need companions, I need a ......program," he muttered to himself for a while, only to realize that he didn't know when, Marshall Harf had disappeared, and all that was left was a thick bag of money.

Kaber Luya hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to pick up the money bag. The money bag is a little heavy to carry, and it feels very solid. Kaber Luya opened it and looked at it, and found that it was full of bundles of 100 verd. bills, which seemed to be at least forty or fifty thousand yuan. Caber Luya rummaged through his wallet and found a note.

"This is not money for you, this is the first money for the Communist Party. The building at 37 Mimuyu Road is nice, it's good for a political party headquarters, you can go and see it. ”

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Three days later, Kaber Luya bought a small four-story stone and brick building at No. 37 Sammuyu Road for 6,000 yuan. The small building was a little old, but surprisingly well maintained, and Caber Luya and his companion, Cassie Lonergan, cleaned up briefly, and went straight to the parliamentary registration hall to pay the registration fee for their first party, and the first working-class party in the Third Republic.

A total of 500 verds.

"What's the name of your party?" , the young lady in charge of registration asked with a smile.

"The Working Class Alliance Party, or Trade Union Party for short, is the party of the working class."

Caber Luya had already figured out the answer. They completed the formalities as quickly as they could, and got a piece of paper from the young lady who had been smiling.

"This is the identification document of your political party, which you will need to produce when you apply to run for regional councillors, national legislators and presidents."

"I see, thanks."

Kaber Luya and Cassie Lonagan left the parliamentary registration hall and returned to 37 Sammuyu Road, where two people sat in the courtyard of the Noda house and one poured himself a cup of lundin.

"I still can't believe that His Excellency the Grand Magus really supports us in establishing a political party? A party to the working class? ”

Cassie Lonergan still can't believe his current state. Six days ago, he was a prisoner in a detention center with the prospect of execution, and six days later, together with Caber Luya, he became a successful man who owns a small building in the capital's downtown area, has 45,000 yuan in his account, and has a political party to his name.

"Or else? Why did he give us money? Our spiritual shock was in vain? The Grand Magister is also human and has a merciful heart. He knew that we were working for the good of the working class and did not mean to oppose him, so he gave us support. I've told you a long time ago that the Archmage isn't that ignorant. ”

Caber Luya drank tea and told Cassie Lonergan about his experience, "After this incident, I suddenly understood why there is nothing related to the Magister in "On Capital". This is very simple, if the Magister of the workers' movement is against it, it is impossible to do it at all, and if the Magister supports it, there is no need to fight him, so "On Capital" does not talk about Magister. ”

Is that so?

Cassie Lonergan echoed Kaber Luya's thoughts, but he had some doubts in his heart. He had also read "On Capital", and he always felt that the explanation that Caber Luya had found was not the best explanation of the content of the Magister that "On Capital" did not have.

"So, how do we get started?"

Cassie Lonergan decided to skip the topic, looking at the dense autumn locusts outside the courtyard walls and asking softly.

"How about recruiting party members, coming up with a program, and then running for a city councilor?"

"Where do we recruit party members from? The people who marched with us before were locked up. ”

"I'm sure Your Excellency the Grand Magister will solve this. If he lets us go, there's no reason why he shouldn't let our brother go. ”

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Caber Luya was not mistaken, and two days later, they welcomed back some of their brothers. With everyone's collective efforts, the Coalition of Trade Unions, which had only two people at the beginning, began to take shape. They made house signs, drafted the party program, and assigned party posts. Kaber Luya is the chairman of the trade union party, and Kassi Lonergan and Dane Nandy, another person who rushed to the front line during the march, are vice chairmen. They also appointed two accountants and set up the simplest structure of the trade union party.

After that, they began to face a very real problem.

"So...... None of you have a job right now? ”

Kaber Luya stood on the first floor of No. 37 Mimuyu Road, looking at the dozens of brothers standing in front of him, "None of you have a job? So what do you do to support your family? ”

"Don't we have dues? Each person is paid 500 yuan, which is less than 10,000 yuan, everyone can buy a small apartment to rent out and make money, how good? ”

Someone at the bottom proposed, Kaber Luya glared at the man and slapped the table, "The membership fee is given by His Excellency the Grand Magister, it is for us to form a political party and raise the flag for the working class, if you want to use the membership fee to buy a house, it will definitely not work!" ”

Hearing that Caber Luya had rejected the proposal, the members of the trade union party below let out a wave of discontent. Fortunately, Caber Luya's residual power is still there, and he is still the contact between him and the Grand Magister, so it is not easy for people not to give him face.

"We can't live without work! Now your priority is to find a job! Get a job and talk about it again! ”

Standing on a makeshift podium made of flat boxes, Kaber Luya gave his first order as president. The party members in the audience echoed with some hesitation, and the atmosphere was not warm.

A gust of wind blew through the autumn locust outside the wall of No. 37 Mikiyu Road, and those dense leaves rustled in the autumn wind.

Autumn is coming.