Dinner was still at Pike's house, as in the previous days, roast beef, roast ham, roast lamb, salad, and fruit wine. It's another barbecue item.

For the food taste of this world, as a foodie, Bello, has a lot of resistance. But when eating at someone else's house, even if they make something difficult to eat, you must eat it with relish, which is politeness.

Lancelot, Bella was having a good time. I don't know if I'm used to this style of food. Mayvis and she were escorted by two guards, and old Jeremy had a separate table for her to entertain.

Mayvis needed to stay for two more days, and she needed to concoct some potions during those two days until Bello's curse was completely removed.

Lancelot was at ease with what he encountered, and he had something to say to Bello in private, and went straight to the room arranged by Pike's family.

The woman Bella also stayed and stayed in the guest room of Pike's house, which was unimaginable in Bello's opinion, shouldn't such a delicate woman be a big villa, with a luxurious bed curtain, bathed in roses, facing the sea every day, watching the spring flowers bloom?

Conspiracy!

Bella stays here, there must be a conspiracy!

However, these conspiracies have nothing to do with Bello, and at the dinner table, old Jeremy made arrangements to take Lancelot and Bella to see the production drawings tomorrow. We need to talk about the licensing issue.

This authorization issue cannot be avoided by Bello, and the most important thing is the drawings.

After eating, Lancelot pulled Bello directly to his guest room, he started quickly, and then Bella, who wanted to pull people, was empty, and went back to his room unhappy.

The best room, Bello, was occupied, and Lancelot's so-called room was a makeshift vacated room, and the Pike family had sent someone to light a candle.

The bed is relatively ready-made, I don't know where to get the dyed cotton quilt, the mattress is light yellow, the quilt is safflower and green leaves, red and green, quite tacky.

As soon as he entered the door, Bello was not polite, sat directly on the bed, and asked, "Is there any news of Uncle Otto?"

"No!" Lancelot replied with some annoyance, "I don't know what went wrong Otto has not been able to contact him, and neither has Ruili. "From Otto to Sacnas, the information is completely cut off.

Both were silent.

After a while, Lancelot sighed and said, "After the Pike family has talked about these things, I'll go to Sacrath to see the situation, do you want to come with me?"

"Well, that's fine, I'm also worried about Uncle Otto and Sister Ruili. Bello had a worried look on his face.

"You're twelve, what are your plans for the future?" asked Lancelot suddenly.

"Why do you ask this?" Bello lay on Lancelot's bed with his head in his hands, looking up at the roof, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do." If Uncle Otto is okay, I want to go back to Belparo and live in peace. If I have some money, I'd like to take a walk and have a look. I just heard you say that this city is beautiful, that city is beautiful, I have never been to it, and I want to see it. Bello said faintly.

After two lifetimes of soul and another life and death torture, he felt a little tired, just like staying in a quiet city to live. With the memory of two lives, I may be able to mix better, then live a better quiet life.

"Are you considering joining our revolutionary army?" asked Lancelot, as if meaningfully.

I don't want to join any organization, I don't want to follow other people's butts every day, and I want to work hard for those things that don't matter, I just want to live my own life in peace, sleep until I wake up naturally every day, eat something I want to eat, go shopping, fish, read books, and do what I want to do, it's good. ”

Lancelot looked at Belo lying on his bed, smiled wryly, and said, "I have also thought about this kind of life, but, Bello, do you know that this kind of life is just an illusion." I ......"

Lancelot was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by Bello: "I know, of course I do. As you can guess from the population density, in my case, my father and mother have been busy for so many years, barely able to have a small dilapidated house, barely able to eat. This shows that there is now a surplus of productive forces, there has been no new adjustment in the relations of production, there has been no change in the resources of production, and even if the people at the top do not loot, the people at the bottom will gradually be unable to survive. ”

What is it?

This time Lancelot was a little stunned when he heard it,

What the?

what to produce,

What force?

What is produced?

What relationship?

For the first time, Lancelot had doubts about his own intelligence, and the most important question he wanted to know now was: Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, and why should I talk to this kid.

"What are you talking about? Why do I understand every word you say, and when you put it together, I don't understand it?" asked Lancelot, looking confused.

It's really confusing!

"Hahahaha!" Bello laughed, and he remembered that Lancelot didn't understand the proper nouns at all. So he explained to Lancelot in detail what is called productivity, what is called production relations, and what kind of interaction between productivity and production relations is.

After listening to Bello's words, Lancelot suddenly realized and asked, "Who taught you this?

Finished!

For a while, Bello's words were blocked, how to answer? This is obviously not something that a twelve-year-old boy should master, and now he didn't pay attention to it, and he was exposed.

Fortunately, Lancelot did not delve into it, and thought carefully about the relationship between the productive forces and the relations of production, and the means of production, and the more he thought about it, the more incisive he felt.

Lancelot wanted more and more to pull this brother down into the revolutionary army.

"Your parents are the dark line of the Revolutionary Army, Bello, do you know?" Lancelot thought about it for a long time and decided to tell Belo about his parents, after all, this little brother's mind should be fully able to accept this information.

"I know!

Lancelot was stunned again, should he be so wicked, he had already guessed it himself?

Okay! Guess it, guess it! He was about to continue, when he heard Bello speak.

"What is the program of the revolutionary army, what is the organizational structure, is there a political party organization?" Bello lay on the bed and asked a lot of questions like babbling, and at the end, he added, "I don't want to know any of this!"

Lancelot was listening to Bello's questions and wanted to answer them one by one, but when he heard the last sentence, he didn't take a breath and almost suffocated.

"You...... Alas...... Bello, you don't understand, even if you don't join the revolutionary army, you are already implicated. Lancelot felt like he had sighed the most in his life.

"I know!, why would I be cursed!" Belo replied, he was very clear.

"They're probably going to do it to you, and you're very insecure. Lancelot spoke at this time, his heart was very heavy, he really didn't want his little brother, who could still be called a child, to experience these things that shouldn't have happened.

"I know, so I'm going to get stronger, I have to be able to protect myself!" Bello scrambled to his feet and looked at Lancelot with shiny eyes, "You teach me how to be stronger, you then-" Bello made a gesture of reaching out and grabbing it, which was exactly the same action that Lancelot grabbed Bello with a chair in the afternoon. "This is so handsome!

"There's no way I'll teach you!" said Lancelot, laughing.

"Why? Is there a teaching limit?" Bello asked.

"No, the Revolutionary Army was established to break the monopoly of the inheritance of techniques. The inheritance of the revolutionary army's techniques can be taught casually, but I can't teach you. On the one hand, every time I need materials or potions to be promoted, I don't have these materials and potions, and on the other hand, I can use them myself, but I can't teach them. It's like if you go to night school for a long time and learn to read, can you be a teacher and teach people to read?" Lancelot explained bitterly.

"Of course, I can teach people when I learn!" replied Belo without hesitation, choking Lancelot speechless. "Okay, then I won't embarrass you, why don't you tell me where I can get the inheritance of the technique. Where do I go to study, and who do I go to?"

"The most convenient route is, of course, to follow me back to the Revolutionary Army!" replied Lancelot.

"This doesn't count, the next one!" Bello waved his hand, passing Lancelot's first idea.

"The other way is to join organizations. Each organization has its own inheritance of techniques, and the best and most abundant are naturally the temples. The second is the four sects and thirteen sects. If you don't join these organizations, it is impossible for you to come into contact with the Technique Inheritance. ”

"Is there no other way?" asked Bello.

"It's not that there is no other way, you can go and enter the Knight Academy, where you can get the inheritance of the technique. Or marry the daughter of a nobleman, who also has a tradition of magic in the family. Lancelot said this, laughing.

"Can you buy it for money?" Bello asked.

"It's not that you can't buy it, but what you spend money on is some broken inheritance. Generally, there is no market. ”

"Let me ask Lancelot!"

"Hmm, you ask!"

"What does the Blood Moon Salute have to do with the Revolutionary Army?" Bello asked.

"Strictly half an ally army," Lancelot replied, then he explained in detail, "The goal of the revolutionary army is to overthrow the current temple and the exploiting classes such as the aristocracy, so that the people at the bottom can live a good life. The general purpose of the Blood Moon Salute is: to break the hierarchy, everyone is equal, and the world is loved. The basic purpose of the two organizations is relatively similar, so sometimes they work together tacitly. Lancelot gave Bello a serious explanation.

"People's ideas are higher than yours!" Bello spoke, and the rhythm of the conversation was to death.

"I don't care if it's high or not, you can't join the Blood Moon Celestial!" Lancelot ordered Belo very domineeringly, "If you dare to join, I will personally take you out and lock you up for three and five years." ”

"Why can't they join? aren't they half allies?" asked Bello, surprised.

"Blood Moon Salute, there's been something wrong with the atmosphere lately, I don't know why it always feels like something isn't right!" Lancelot said with a solemn face.

"If I don't join the Order, I'll have to get into the Knight Academy?" Belo asked, he had to find a way to become stronger, but he didn't want to be tied down by the Order. If the contamination is too deep, I am afraid that there will be no peace in the future.

"The Knight Academy may not be able to do it, the Knight Academy is actually a forbidden place for the 'glory of justice'. The truth of the matter was a bit cruel, and Lancelot's words shattered Bello's last hope.

"Then I can only eat more, get fatter, dress more gorgeously, and hang out on the streets every day to see which nobleman's daughter is suitable, and run to hook up with people!" Bello said.

"Hmm!" Lancelot nodded, "That's a great idea, I'm in favor of it!"

"You're going to die!" Bello threw a pillow at Lancelot, who easily took it into his hand and threw it back to the bed. Then he remembered Lancelot's wave in the afternoon, and asked, "Why can you lift me up with a single hand?"

"Hahahaha!" Lancelot was overjoyed, feeling that Bello had finally started asking stupid questions, "This is my magic inheritance ability!" As he spoke, beckoning, Bello flew up again, and he struggled twice in the air, useless. Lancelot grabbed the back of his neck and threw him out, and the door didn't know when it opened, and Belo was thrown to the door, just in a standing position.

"Go back to bed! it's getting late!" Lancelot waved his hand, "See you tomorrow, Bello!"

"Good night" Bello said goodnight, sighed, and walked to his room.