At noon that day, Tesla entered the Winter Palace with the middle-aged man.

They were followed by a core of workers, some intellectuals, and some of the top of the army who chose to support them.

They have given them a lot of military information about military deployments.

However, as soon as they entered the door, a tall middle-aged man walked in front of them.

He warmly shook Tesla's hand.

"Hello, Mr. Tesla. I've heard your name a long time ago. I've always wanted to meet you, but I've never had the chance. ”

He has a long, slightly wide face, a square chin, thick black eyebrows, and small, deep eyes. He has a broad forehead, a slightly arched nose, and thin, closed lips. His hair was black,

It was the tall man who had just guided the marching crowd.

"Hello." Tesla nodded at him.

"His name is Maxim Gorky." The middle-aged man said.

Tesla reacted and said in surprise, "It turns out that you are Gorky!" ”

He became a little more enthusiastic, "I've read your article, it's really well written. ”

"It's my pleasure." Gorky laughed.

"This people's march is what he has been working on behind the scenes." The middle-aged man said.

After a pause, he said, "I'll talk about it after the polite words." ”

He looked at Gorky, "What about Nicholas II?" ”

"Follow me."

Gorky raised his hand and led the two of them along this palatial corridor to go deeper and deeper.

They walked through several doorways, up the stairs, and soon entered the emperor's office on the east side.

There, Nicholas II was sitting at his desk, and in front of him lay a very textured piece of paper.

Above it was the abdication edict they drafted, with only his name and handprints missing.

His wife, as well as his four daughters and a son, were on one side, guarded by some guards.

"He waited until he came." Gorky said.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and asked him, "What about the people of the Brotherhood?" ”

"They left before you came." "They say that the Brotherhood is, after all, a being hidden in the dark, unfit for exposure to the sun," Gorky said. ”

Nicholas II looked up at the middle-aged man, his face a little pale, but much more soothing than when he had seen the Assassins before.

"I've heard people down below talk about you, but it never occurred to me that you would take the country away from me."

"It wasn't me who took the country."

The middle-aged man spoke, and he came to Nicholas II, looking into his eyes.

"It's you yourself who pushed the country away from you."

"You emperors are always self-righteous and feel that you have absolute power.

I feel like I can kill anyone in this country.

You have never been willing to admit that the power in your hands depends on the people of this country.

The country's taxes are paid by the people, and your army is made up of the people.

Your rights depend on their reverence and trust in you.

Power corrupts you, and your arrogance has completely pushed the people away from you.

If you had handled that parade in a different way ten years ago, it might have been around for a few more years. ”

He picked up the pen on his desk and handed it to him.

"If you still have the dignity of being an emperor, then you should respect the choice of the people and sign the abdication edict. Put the rights of this country in the hands of the people! ”

"I'll sign it." Nicholas II looked at the middle-aged man, "I can also apologize for my crimes, but I have only one request, send my wife and daughter to Britain and let them live." ”

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and quickly replied, "I can promise you." ”

The military top brass on one side couldn't help but say, "Sir! ”

"The country of the future was created with the will of the people and will be ruled by the people.

And the Romanovs, too, were overthrown by the people. ”

The middle-aged man spoke, his eyes firm.

"If the people don't agree, they will never regain the right to rule.

If in the future, the people of this country still want the Romanovs to rule themselves.

So why should we give this country back to them? ”

"Trust me, Rono." The middle-aged man said calmly, "That future will never appear." Because in the future, the people of this country will have a backbone that will never bend. Never, I will never bow down to anyone! ”

Rono fell silent.

"I agree." Gorky said.

Nicholas II said in a deep voice, "I hope you will fulfill your promise." ”

He picked up a pen on one side, signed his name on the edict of abdication, and then pressed the ink on one side and pressed his handprint on his name.

After doing all this, he collapsed in his chair as if he had lost his strength, his eyes empty and blank.

Because he knew that from this moment on, he would completely lose this country.

The Romanov family's family business for hundreds of years was buried in his hands.

And he will also become a king of the dead country. His name will forever be inscribed in the history books.

Seeing that name, the middle-aged man's brow, which had been frowning, also loosened slightly.

He knew that this was just the beginning.

Next, there are countless things waiting for them to solve.

But the most difficult moment has passed, and the dawn is clearly visible.

He believed that as long as the people of the country were united, no difficulty could not be overcome.

He walked up behind Nicholas II and pulled back the fancy curtains behind his office.

Warm sunlight poured through the windows into the gloomy room, shining on the middle-aged man and Nicholas II.

From here, you can see the whole of St. Petersburg, and the buildings full of history are covered with pipes and antennas that have appeared after entering the mecha revolution.

But this combination of technology and history also brings a different kind of beauty to the city.

Today's weather is exceptionally clear, cloudless, blue sea and blue sky.

This kind of weather has not been seen in St. Petersburg for a long time, and after the Industrial Revolution, the skies of the city were often black.

The warm eyes dispelled the fatigue and chill of the middle-aged man running around in this cold night, and also dispelled his confusion.

He slowly turned his head to look at Tesla.

He was found standing in the corner of the office, staring at a painting hanging on the wall.

The middle-aged man more or less understands the appreciation of some paintings, and in his opinion, the skill of this painting can only be said to be decent. It's not bad, but it's not too good, and it can't be compared with the paintings collected in this palace.

The painting is a portrait of a handsome young man with white hair.

Looking at the painting, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and for some reason, he always felt that the person on this painting seemed to have seen it somewhere

(End of chapter)