Dussaint and Duchamp still live on the estate, but since Androni's death, Dussaint has moved to live in the workshop.

He was the only one in the workshop now, and Polina had been working on tank improvements at the Belford automaker, a former bustling workshop that now consisted only of a Dussand's bed and the processing equipment that still smelled of oil and metal.

Back in the workshop, Dussander opened the locked desk he had been using since he was a child and found a metal box with the same combination lock.

After spinning the code, Dussaint carefully opened the box. The box contained four very thin glass tubes, while the glass jar was filled with a viscous, slightly yellowish liquid.

This is a self-destructing codebox sent from Olin. If the locks are not unlocked with the correct code, the four fragile glass tubes will burst when the box is opened, and the concentrated sulfuric acid contained in the tubes can instantly turn all the paper containing valuable information into black carbon blocks.

In fact, this operation itself is a bit redundant, and the information stored and archived in the box is re-edited in Chinese by Dusander. Even if someone really opened it secretly, they couldn't understand the contents.

Dussander found out the information inside again and looked at it - although each of the contents was written by himself, he still gave him a lot of "inspiration" when he read it often.

[I'm Lorraine, I'm in Olin with Mr. "The Diplomat", and we're working to build a secure intelligence organization. The first message was a "hello" from Lorraine, and Dusson was a little relieved to learn that everything was fine with Lorraine in Orin.

[When the organization was in its infancy, Mr. Diplomat suggested to me that the members of the organization should find a belief and a goal. If you oppose the empire and the emperor just for the sake of getting a reward, such a person is probably unreliable. But I'm not very good at this kind of thing - do you have any good ideas? 】

Dussaint looked at the transcribed letter and smiled wryly.

This kind of request is not simple at all, and it can even be said that it is simply outrageous.

A secret organization founded in the capital of the empire and whose goal was to oppose the empire and the emperor...... The challenges and pressures they face are staggering. Without an ideal that was attractive enough and convincing enough for the participants to be willing to take risks and even give their lives, the organization would not have been able to be established from the start.

In Dussand's mind, there is only one ideological and political philosophy that can take on this important task. But that big killing weapon is not very suitable for direct use on the soil of the empire.

Any political idea should first be built on a land suitable for it. As part of the superstructure, if a political idea wants to have vitality and appeal, it must first adapt to the lower base. A superstructure that cannot adapt to the underlying foundation cannot last long, let alone attract countless people to sacrifice their lives to achieve it.

In other words, the goal of the political idea should be lofty enough and extremely attractive to the participants; The means need to be practical and feasible to guide participants to achieve their goals efficiently and successfully.

Now, the work before Dussart is daunting—the work he must accomplish over the years or even decades that hundreds of theorists and philosophers have worked together to finally accomplish—to transform the weapons of mass murder that he had learned in his previous life into an empire-specific materialism that would help Lorraine and her organization be formed, and that would adapt to the realities of the situation.

This is a difficult task, and Dussaint needs to complete it as soon as possible - Lorraine has already sent three letters urging changes. This little girl doesn't know why she is so confident in Dussand, and she thinks that her fiancé will be able to start from scratch and come up with an organizational structure that suits her.

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Theoretical work takes time to complete, and Dussart is determined to draw on ancient Mohist ideas and use the limits of monarchy and pacifism as a starting point. How can concepts such as love and non-attack be translated into the Chinese of the emperor and still be attractive enough...... This will take more time to polish.

But now Dussand's problem is even more acute – he has to stop Dushand from coming first.

"Father." Standing for a moment outside the brightly lit flower hall, Dussant calmly passed through the servants of the house, and directly passed Duchamp's guard. Then, he sat directly at the table in the flower hall. Looking up at Duchamp, who was eating silently, Dusson sighed and said, "I have something I want to talk to you about." ”

Duchamp did not react to his son's words, he still ate the food in front of him with his head down, and the speed of his eating did not even change.

"I know you still can't let go of your mother's affairs...... Dussander, still trying to convince Duchamp in a gentler way, but the answer he gets is, "If you have something to say, just say it—don't let me hear Androni's name from your mouth." ”

Dussaint took a deep breath and was about to speak, when he saw the door of the flower hall pushed open.

The Marquise de Lafayette walked in in a very grand evening dress with a big smile on her face.

The smile froze on Dussand's face the moment she saw her.

Dusart glanced at the Marquise de Lafayette, and then said bluntly, "Today is not a suitable day, please come back next time." ”

Duchamp put down his knife and fork and was about to speak, but the Marquise laughed.

She walked over to the table and pulled open her chair to take her seat, when she suddenly felt like she had been spilled by something.

Dussaint put down the glass in his hand and looked at the Marquise de Lafayette with a cold and piercing look in her eyes, although she still had a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Get out." Dussander said his request succinctly, "The Marquis took some care of me during his lifetime, or else this glass of water would have turned into sulphurous acid—now, get out of here." ”

Duchamp did not stop Dussand's move, in fact, the woman also annoyed him. But for the sake of Lafayette's widow, Duchamp never made any too drastic expulsion.

He put down the knife in his hand, looked at Dusand and said, "Say, what are you going to talk about?" ”

The dinner knife made of sterling silver is slightly twisted.

"There are enough dead people." Dussander sighed and said, "There are at least fourteen million deaths in the massacre, and there is no need to let that number increase further." ”

"They need to pay for it, and revenge cannot be stopped for the sake of those who died." Duchamp said angrily, "Revenge is the fastest way to unite everyone. ”

"It's Mother's theory." Dussander tapped lightly on the table and emphasized, "But what about after the revenge is over?" Once you've killed the last Mining Complex worker on Newsar, what are you going to use to unite the more than 200 million people on this planet? ”

Duchamp picked up the knife again, "When you're done, get out, I have no appetite for you." ”

"This unjustified slaughter must stop." "From now on, every citizen in Newsar must be executed by a fair trial and convicted by a court of law – you can't kill people on the basis of an unreasonable excuse like 'he's an employee of the mining complex.'" ”

Duchamp suddenly stopped his movements, and threw the already crooked dinner knife in his hand directly to the ground, "Everyone who has sold his life to the mining complex must die!" ”

A strong man with a height of at least one meter nine suddenly went berserk, and this scene was very scary. Especially after seeing this angry strong man directly overturn the table, Dusund's hair suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up.

"Johansen!" After overturning the table, Duchamp let out a roar of rage outside the flower hall. A young man in the uniform of a second lieutenant rushed into the flower hall, then slammed his heel at Duchamp and shouted, "Your Excellency, Archon, wait for your orders!" ”

"Inform me that all the prisoners of the mining complex who have been imprisoned will be executed within two days!" Duchamp roared angrily, "No one is allowed to stop the execution, do you understand?" ”

"Understood, sir! Execute all the prisoners of the mining complex in custody within two days, and no one can stop them! Johansen repeated the order aloud, then turned to go out to deliver the order.

Dussand, who had been sitting in his seat, sighed, he slowly stood up and asked, "Father, you should calm down......"

"This is what you should have done before Androni was kidnapped! She should be executed right after she's killed by those damn bastards! Duchamp kicked and shattered the chair he had been sitting in, "That's your mother, it's my wife!" She died in front of you, and her head was broken...... How can you be so cold-blooded and ruthless, and have no reaction at all?! ”

Dussander lowered his head, and after a moment of silence he said, "Because, there is no time for me to grieve." ”

"According to information from Orin, a total of ninety-four members of the Balford family living in Orin have been executed. Including the contemporary head of the house, Grand Duke Andrew. Dussander looked up at his father and said calmly, "All three of the Empire's Guards fleet have withdrawn from the front line and returned to Orin to rest and resupply - they have abandoned all their ground forces...... Orin is going to kill the Alliance, and once the Alliance is settled, we will be the only enemy of the Empire. ”

"And you're slaughtering the inhabitants of Newsar, weakening our own already weak power." Dusson stopped Johansen in his path and said unceremoniously, "I can't look at you like that anymore." ”

"Where was the wise Dussaint when Androni was kidnapped?" Duchamp didn't care about his son's obstruction, he spat on the ground contemptuously, "If you have the ability, stop me!" ”

"Bang bang bang" three gunshots suddenly rang out in the house of the current supreme ruler of Newsar, and the glass of the flower hall that was shattered by the bullet instantly spilled to the ground.

Dussand, who fired three shots into the air, didn't say anything, he just pressed his gun against Ensign Johansen's chest and motioned for him to take two steps back.

Dozens of seconds later, more than a dozen red-clad postmen wearing purple cloaks and red uniforms appeared silently around the flower hall. They entered the flower hall very naturally and skillfully, and then locked Duchamp's arms in handcuffs.

"Let's go back and get some rest." Dussaint put away his pistol, turned around and walked out, "I'll take over the rest of the work." ”

After taking two steps, Dussander suddenly stopped and ordered the red-clad postman beside him, "Go and put the Marquise de Lafayette under house arrest, and take her son away and divide her son." If she makes any unusual moves, shoot her. ”