Office of the Governor of Port Kingallen.

One sat in a chair, and the other paced back and forth in the office with an anxious expression.

There were two cups of tea on the low table, one still hot and the other cold and untouched.

Lassi couldn't help but curse as he watched Jodhu pinch his chin and ponder for a long time.

「…… Can you fucking stop going around, you're not dizzy, I'm dizzy when I look at it."

Jordu glanced at the fellow, then out the window, and shook his head with a heavy sigh.

Seeing that this guy wanted to say but didn't say it, Lassy's brow twitched fiercely.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Jordu finally spoke.

"General, do you know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front line to the rear?"

Lassi picked up the teacup and blew it, not salty or salty.

"Yes."

Yodo's eyebrows throbbed violently, and he continued to ask with his temper.

"Then why are you so impatient?"

"Impatient? Oh, the empire kills my compatriots, slaughters my relatives, why do you ask me to be so impatient?" Lassi raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed into a slit, and two eyes shot at him, "Every day Lao Tzu spends a day here, I don't know how many people are ruined!"

"I'll never forget what happened in Camp Lowell, and that was just a speck of ash on these four million square kilometers! A piece of grass! I'm telling you, I can't wait to go to heaven and chop up the emperor's family right now! Tear down a thousand pillars of the city of a thousand pillars!"

Jordu was about to say something, but Lassi interrupted him.

"You are a member of the Snake Clan, and you have died on the Ten Peaks Mountain, without your compatriots in the Guardian Wasteland. You've read the Daily Survivor, and that kind of death can't even be called cannon fodder, but the straw bag of the witch camel is not only introspective, but also overjoyed, and plans to continue to send people to that ghost place to die, you might as well think about my own compatriots before you advise me—"

"That's enough!"

Jordu suddenly roared, interrupting Lassy's chatter.

His chest heaved and heaved, and there was a rare hint of loss of control on his face that was worldly, sleek, and forbearing.

A pair of eyes stared at Lassy, and he wanted to go up and grab the guy by the collar, but he held back.

"I'm so worried about you! You are a short-lived ghost, you don't know what's going on in the north, it's true that those fools are your compatriots, but those things that are not even as good as the feudal lord's army, what's the difference between you going there and sending them to death?"

Lassy's face showed a hint of surprise, but he didn't feel offended, but he didn't expect this usually inconspicuous guy to have such a straightforward side, so he laughed.

"Joke! The turtle with a shrunken head lives for a long time, and Lao Tzu does it as a turtle! You laugh at my short life, Lao Tzu still laughs at your long life, hey, Lao Tzu is still this short-lived ghost today!"

Jodu couldn't cry or laugh, and when he saw that he was about to leave after drinking the tea, he went up and poured him half a lamp, and stopped the people.

"My general, my ancestor, you also consider the actual situation—"

Lassi pouted, "I don't know better than you about the situation in the north? Don't forget that the battle report was delivered to Lao Tzu's office first! Lao Tzu pondered with a first-hand battle report, isn't it more than you pondering by reading a second-hand war report? A group of pigs' heads were all in a daze, and the more I looked at it, the more angry I became, so angry that I drank bottle after bottle!"

As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again, and immediately gritted his teeth.

Jodhu sighed.

"But what can happen to you, General?"

Lassi said without hesitation.

"The Resistance is incompetent, I am not incompetent! I'm not incompetent!"

Jodhu couldn't help but say again.

"And what if you lose?"

Lassi said.

"It's just death."

The room fell silent.

Jodu looked at him in a daze, thinking that the short-lived ghost just now was a joke, but he didn't want him to be true.

This guy is really gambling with his life

On the ......

His Adam's apple moved, and he silently picked up his teacup and saluted the general.

"I didn't expect you to have such an awareness, but I was disrespectful."

"Mate's whole like sending Lao Tzu on the road, Lao Tzu is not dead yet." Lassi clinked glasses with him, grinned and said, "But even if they die, it is better for Lao Tzu to take them to death than for them to be half-dead and dead, and in the end they did not pull the emperor off the horse, but they cooled the blood in the hearts of the young people of Borneo Province, which is really unhappy!"

While the two were talking, footsteps were heard outside the office door, and a young man pushed the door and walked in.

"Mr. Jodhu, a telegram from Dawn."

"What did the telegram say?" Before Yodu could speak, Rassi had already stood up and asked in a hurry.

The young man glanced cautiously at Yodhu, and when he saw that the latter nodded, he continued.

"Mr. Fang Chang said...... That's right."

With a look of ecstasy on her face, Lassi laughed a few times and arched her hand towards Jodu.

"Farewell!"

So saying, he walked out of the door with his footsteps, and did not stop for a moment, leaving only Jodu and the young man.

Glancing in the direction Lassi had left, the young man glanced at Jodu again, and after a moment hesitated to ask.

"Mr. Jodhu...... Is that really good?"

He is a member of the horse tribe, and although he was not a nobleman before he served as a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family background was quite solid.

For a person like Lassy, his mood can be said to be both admiration and fear, as well as a trace of disgust.

Appreciate it because the old nobles and old men are afraid of this guy, and they are afraid of nature because this guy is really not a good thing, and he is moody and ruthless.

As for disgust, most of them are also a little jealous.

It was the city hall that led the locals to build railways and subways, and the Gaocheng District was renovated, but the majority of middle- and lower-class civilians admired Lassi more in their hearts who was ruthless and even killed his own people.

Compared with Yodu, Rassi's prestige among the people of Jingalen Harbor is much higher.

If it weren't for the fact that he had no interest in becoming mayor, it would have been difficult for the esteemed Mr. Jodu to compete with that guy...... If you don't play tricks.

"Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment." Jodu was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

After being the "acting mayor" for so long, he also felt that it was not easy for Mr. Fang Chang.

Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best of the two reliable options, but to choose the lesser of two unreliable options.

Do you extinguish the flame that has been burning so hard, or let the fire burn and see what it can burn......

He felt that if he stood in Mr. Fang Chang's position, he would choose this way.

Actually, that guy isn't that bad. A guy who clearly states that he wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than Charas, who shouts freedom but becomes an emperor but claims to be president in the Northern Federation.

The former has been changed somewhat, at least the youth of Borneo don't think equality is a scourge, and it doesn't matter what Rasi thinks alone. But the latter is difficult, right and wrong will be reversed, and only a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme can start all over again.

As a reformist, he didn't really hate people like Lassy. If you want to arrange a sequence, this kind of person is always more pleasing than the royalists, although he can't appreciate it.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Jodhu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the new textbook proposal from the Association of Educators......

On the other side, Lassi, who had left the town hall, stopped at the door of the town hall.

He suddenly looked back at the gold gallen flag and the Union flag fluttering in the square in front of the town hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and rested it on the flagstand where the flagpole stood.

"You can't kneel, I won't kneel today."

"On this day, the survivors of my Borneo province bowed and clenched their fists in place of kneeling

No matter how dare to kneel, I still kneel if he kneels, I will saw his grandmother's leg first!"

With that, he bowed three times in a row, straightened his waist, turned and left.

On the same day, the Port of Kim Galen City Hall accepted the resignation submitted by the head of the Civil Defence Office, Rassi.

They were joined by 100 officers and soldiers of the militia regiment.

It is said that when Lassi returned to the barracks that day to speak, the number of people who submitted their resignations more than doubled.

These resignations were approved by the Governor's Secretary under the direction of the Governor's Secretary.

The young lads returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, as well as the guns they had carried on their shoulders.

From this day on, they are no longer the formidable militia, but just ordinary residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.

However, when they walked out of the barracks, they were cheered by the survivors of the entire city of Golden Gallen Harbor.

People gathered in the streets, throwing flowers at them, handing them fruits, and hugging them, as if seeing off a group of heroes who had gone on a campaign.

While everyone was complaining about the Empire, the young lads stepped up.

Their births were not glorious, their resumes were not heroic, and their ancestors did not have great military exploits, but everyone could see the courage and determination in their eyes to face death.

The young men walking in the crowd also raised their heads and looked at the crowd of people who offered them flowers, and their eyes were full of pride.

You can have such a time in your life, and you can die without regrets!

Many of them are remembered.

Something similar happened once, on the day the empire was defeated.

It's just that the flowers were scattered to the Alliance, not the same bloodied.

They weren't jealous that the Alliance had robbed them of their glory, after all, they knew that they couldn't win the empire on their own, and their performance was indeed not as good as those guys, and hundreds of people chased tens of thousands of people to jump into the river.

However, even if the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor take for granted their admiration for the Alliance, they will inevitably have some envy in their hearts.

Why don't they crave the approval of their compatriots?

And why not look forward to those who have been united!

Especially when they learned about everything that happened in Dawn, Dawn, Boulder City, and so on through those books and newspapers that had traveled across the ocean, the light of longing was magnified to the point that it became a new faith.

Miracles are not something you are born with, nor are they something you should have taken for granted.

The awakening of the residents of Port Kingalen began with the Daily Survivor, and the seeds were planted from the moment they fought alongside those people.

Someone has to take the first step!

Now it's their turn to walk the path those people once walked!

As the boys strode forward, Palu, who had been transferred from the port police station to maintain order at the scene, was looking for the shoes that had been stepped on.

It was bought by him for half a month's salary, and it cost him more than 900 gallons.

Finally finding it in the corner of the crowd, he jumped on it with joy, and took it in his arms and let out a sigh.

"Thank you for the blessing of the horse god!"

With a silent thought, he hurriedly put on his shoes and swaggered back into the crowd.

Flipping through the instructions of the left and right probes, he reprimanded a few children who joined in the fun, and when it was dark and the crowd dispersed, he wiped his sweat with great effort and walked to the lounge of the nearby security bureau to rest.

The guards were full of young men, and they were all talking about the empire with righteous indignation, cursing the witch camels for not treating the rat people as human beings, and not treating the ordinary people of the empire as human beings.

"Of course it's good to be part of the Adhesive Community! But can't it be done another way? Mr. Manager didn't force everyone to tie their heads to their belts to support the cause of all mankind, isn't it okay to do it another way?"

"That's it! Obviously, you can use the pension given by the Sticky Community to buy some industrial equipment, and then take some orders from the Sticky Community, but this dog's witch camel wants it

Risking human lives!"

"I don't know where the money is spent!"

"Hey, hopefully those lads can win......

"There are donation points in several stalls in the Craba market, and the owners of the dyeing and textile factories are calling for donations, and I went to donate some yesterday."

"Is it reliable?"

"How unreliable, the boss of the Assasin Group donated a million silver coins himself! Their big dealers care about your money?"

"Shhh...... That's enough money to buy a tank!"

Scolding the empire has become a fashion in the port of Kingalen, and everyone is scolding, including Paru, who originally missed Nehak, and he doesn't like that outdated thing lately, and occasionally scolds him.

But when it comes to the lads who cause traffic jams and cause him *** annoyance, he can't be happy.

Can't they just take advantage of the night to go quietly without a little sound?

The unlucky guys, in particular, almost lost one of his new leather shoes.

But sitting here, he didn't dare to disagree in public, so he only hummed quietly.

"Heh, don't say it's that kind of thing, it's useless to give them power armor...... Follow Lassy's drunkard, I'm afraid that all my blood will be spilled in vain."

Bashak, who happened to be sitting at the edge of the crowd, heard this complaint, looked at his colleague in surprise, and said incredulously, "How can you say that about them?"

He is indifferent to things outside of work, but he at least doesn't hate those who dare to be the first.

If they do succeed, there will be benefits, at least there will be fewer unjust souls drowned in the Yongliu River.

Seeing that someone was talking to him, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.

"Do you need me to say this? How could that Lassi be successful, a slave-born fellow, nothing without the Alliance, and he thought that those people were afraid that he would not succeed?"

seemed to think that just saying this was not convincing, so he hurriedly added another sentence, for fear of missing it.

"And most crucially, he has no thoughts."

Bashak couldn't help but laugh.

"So, what is that...... Are we talking about the same thing?"

He thought the old-timer would say that the lads didn't have guns with them when they went out.

Seeing that this kid was really young, Palu snorted, and the corners of his mouth curled up like a treasure.

"The gods are only imaginary shackles, and the mind is the sword that breaks the shackles! It is better to rely on oneself than to rely on heaven and earth, to get rich depends on your hands and brains, and to respect others is to respect yourself...... I'm afraid you haven't read the Survivor Daily, you don't even know such an important thing as thinking, how can you be a guard! The boy's style is very problematic!"

Bashak looked at him stunned, he really couldn't remember what was written in the newspaper, but he remembered that the guy from the alliance told him that the rat people could also be guards, and they could learn slowly if they were illiterate.

In the face of the reprimand of the old-timers, he only felt the hot heat on his face, and for a while he reflected on whether he really talked about equality in his daily work and treatment of others.

"That...... Do you have that?"

Bashak asked these words with a weak heart, and he wanted to ask for advice.

But after not wanting to be heard by Palu, the old-timer who was still proud a second ago jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail.

"Thief-eyed guy, how dare you say I don't! Of course I have! I, when the Coalition first came ashore, knew that the guys who united everyone were going to win!"

"And if I hadn't turned a blind eye and let them ashore, they wouldn't have won so easily. Or why don't you wonder why I'm working as a guard in Minato, and you're only worthy of doing chores on Knight Road? The hairy guy has a short eye, how can you be so knowledgeable as a hairless guy!"

Bashak looked at the excited old-timer in a daze, and took a step back, with some pity in his eyes, but also a little fear.

He was not afraid that the old fellow's mouth had really opened and that he had buried the lives of those boys, after all, the gods did not exist, but that he had thought that the other side of the river was full of such fellows.

They like

It was very good that Mr. Rat had made a preface to the biography of General Lowell, and this time the L's remembered what the League had brought, just as it was good to read that the Willantes had given a thousand dinars......

It is not difficult to kill the emperor.

But these people are immortal......

……

The dusk gradually sets, the night gradually deepens, and the Yongliu River is silent and peaceful, and the reeds are verdant and verdant.

This is an undeveloped wasteland to the northwest of the port of Kingaron.

This place was originally called Lucao Slope, but now it is called Dead Man's Slope by the locals, because all the ghosts buried under the reeds are drowned.

The residents of the settlement were sent all the way here, and they did not continue to send them any further.

Lassi and his followers would board a boat at the riverside crossing, taking cover as the Assasin gang and crossing territory controlled by the Menghu Army.

Someone gets on the boat, someone gets off.

Looking at the poor worms who had thanked the boatman for his reconstruction, and at the bones hidden in the reeds, Lassy, who stood on the bow of the barge, had a look of disdain in his eyes.

He turned his back to his men and said in a voice that was neither light nor heavy.

「…… Do you see the fleeing people on the Yongliu River?"

"They climbed to the shore like dogs in the water, as if they could live as human beings when they climbed ashore...... Zhente Niang's nest, good people don't do it, they have to be dogs."

The crowd was silent.

Although they support Lassi and do not even oppose him coming to the throne, it does not mean that they agree with all of him.

Except for the officers who initially submitted their resignations with him as his confidants, many of them followed with enthusiasm.

Many of them are sympathetic to these smugglers and have come forward for reasons such as helping them at their roots.

Seeing that no one responded, Lassi snorted coldly, but the conversation changed.

"But if you want me to say that it's shameful to be dogs, who turned them into dogs!"

"Is it their parents?"

"Is that someone here?"

"Is that you?"

"Or the Alliance? Corps? Ideal City?"

"Neither! It's the camel, it's his prime minister, it's his ministers, and the thousands of slave manors and the farmers who sit on them! It's these cannibalistic things that don't spit out bones that turn people into dogs, and distort the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!"

"Today you go up the river with me, not only to save the Moon Clan, but also the thousands of slaves! If I am crowned emperor in the future, whether you believe in me or not, I will never let a Xilan man be a pig or a dog!"

……

A week had passed since Lassi's resignation, and the commotion of the lads had been boiling over Kingalen Harbor for a week.

The whole settlement praised Lassi and the boys, even the old nobles who feared the plague god the most.

Port area.

The breakfast shop not far from the door of Triumph Hotel is decorated exactly the same as Dawn City. Occasionally, people in blue coats come to eat, so this breakfast shop is also quite popular with the locals.

Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three soup dumplings and ate them with ginger vinegar while looking at the newly released "Survivor Daily" and pointing.

"Red Clay" has just finished writing the story of L, and finally got to the point, but it doesn't talk about General Lowell, nor does it talk about the red clay, but uses the diary written by a madman as an introduction, and talks about the soil that has been mentioned in the prologue.

The person who read the article was in a cold sweat.

The chewed soil in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the bloody mud cake is like a human heart.

The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally nonsense, but Mr. Rat writes as if it is true, which makes people wonder if his mental condition is normal, but when he thinks about it, he doubts himself, and even the soup in his mouth is not fragrant.

After a shudder, the two quickly changed the topic and hurriedly chatted about the recent buzz in the city

"Federation".

It was the name that the young men of Golden Gallen Harbor had given to Lassi and the other boys who had gone out of town with him to fight for the overthrow of the Empire, and it was also the hope they placed in those men.

At first it was just a name, but then some radical lads registered the organization and registered a regulated account in the bank of Kinggallen in accordance with the regulations, and actively solicited donations for those people, and now it has become a bit of a group faction.

Although Lassy, who is still on the road, may not recognize the identity of this "chasing seal", he should not refuse the equipment and money sent to the door.

"That Lassi is afraid that he is uneasy and kind, and I can see at a glance that he wants to be emperor."

"Heh, only you can see it?"

"Don't you think that's nonsense?"

"I flipped through the old books sent by the Alliance, and the history of the People's Federation actually has a constitutional monarchy."

The Niu people sitting opposite widened their eyes.

"What the hell? The People's Federation has been buried in the garbage heap of history! You're still digging through the garbage heap!"

The horse people eating the soup dumplings gave him a helpless expression.

"But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than a witch camel?"

The Ox people stopped talking.

That's the same thing......

Who could be more disgraceful than Xi Lan.

Even he has half royal blood in him, and he also has the title given by the empire.

He usually doesn't even like to talk to people about those things, for fear of being blinded by people.

In the corner of the breakfast shop, a rather mature teenager sat quietly reading the newspaper.

A few plain-looking but powerful men sat around him and ate noodles, and every time someone tried to come closer, they used their eyes to persuade them to retreat.

Except for the guys who came over to add tea.

Looking at the newspaper in the guest's hand, Zayin said in a very soft voice.

"You're talking about the fritter port on this page, which is going to be renovated, and it needs more steel and cement, and workers to do the work."

Ah Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the waiter and smiled.

"Can you tell I'm illiterate?"

Zayind nodded lightly and said in a gentle tone.

"You're very knowledgeable, but it's better to eat beef noodles while they're hot, and the soup soaks into the noodles."

Ah Xin smiled.

"You guy is interesting, why don't you teach with that culture of reading books and newspapers, and come here to serve tea and pour water."

This person is a little familiar, like he has seen it in the Triumph Hotel, but I am afraid that he was dismissed for some reason.

He could think of the reason, and he probably interjected a lot when the guests were eating.

That's not a good habit.

also ran into himself, a grassroots mixed from the bottom, and he didn't have the same knowledge as him. Coupled with the fact that this is the territory of the alliance again, he has to play the role of Mr. Yes.

If you change to a guy who doesn't have much belly, you must have to reason with him.

Of course, it is not excluded that this brother will not get together with him because he is sure that he will not meet him in general.

Hearing the frivolity in that voice, Zayind smiled unconcernedly.

"Teaching doesn't change an empire. I teach one, I teach ten, and I can't change anything."

As if hearing something funny, Ah Xin laughed and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"You're an interesting guy, I praised you for being educated, but you stuck the green onion in your nose, so you talk to me and be a waiter...... How do you change the empire?"

Not only Ah Xin laughed, but the gang sitting next to him also smiled.

Except for the naïve Kunar.

He didn't find it funny, but simply pursed his lips disdainfully.

In the past few years, everyone has talked about rebellion, and even the guy at the breakfast shop has daydreamed of the blue sky.

The owner of the noodle shop looked at him frantically, and even cried violently, trying to get Zayind out of it

The side of the plague god branched out.

This brother is the boss of the Assasin gang!

Who in this port doesn't know what kind of business he is doing?

made him unhappy, and he was afraid that he would have to be fished up from the Yongliu River.

But Zayin didn't see it.

He didn't care about the job he was doing, just as he never cared about the job at the Triumph Hotel.

He came here to work just to wait for the eyes of a nobleman, and now he has waited.

As for whether it can be successful, it depends on the will of God, anyway, it is not the first time he has failed.

Smiling, Zayin continued.

"Being a waiter won't change the empire, but it can save me a fortune."

When he heard that it was a "peach kernel" who saved money to buy a ferry ticket, Ah Xin looked down on him even more, but he didn't write it on his face, he just picked up Kuaizi and ate noodles.

「…… French Fry Harbor, heh, is a great place to go, but it's only a place where people who work hard are welcome. I advise you to change your eyesight and low skills, and do things slowly, not at all like the people in Golden Gallen Harbor, I'm afraid that even the guys in the noodle restaurant can't do well."

He's a little annoyed, too.

However, what he didn't expect was that the guy said.

"To Harbor Fries, I'm going to Dawning City."

"What are you going to do there?" Ah Xin stopped and looked at him more, but he didn't want this guy to say something amazing.

"Rasi can't do it, and neither can Yodu, no one in the entire Golden Gallen Harbor can save Borneo, and there's no 1 in 10,000 chance that what happened in Boulder City will be repeated here...... There's one thing they're missing, and that thing is in Dawn."

Staring at the stunned Asin with blazing eyes, Zayind propped his hands on the table.

"I don't want to see the young people of Borneo bleeding in vain, I have to go there and bring it back!"