The young postman had only one task all these years, and that was to deliver newspapers to the town, or to Dante;

Therefore, there are channels for knowing a lot of undisclosed information.

"Electricity?" After hearing this word, old Dante was suddenly stunned for a moment, and it seemed that it was only after a few seconds that he remembered this 'aristocratic energy' that was once a flash in the pan and has now been squeezed out of the field of small machinery.

Immediately afterward, he almost subconsciously recalled the increasingly huge steam chariots in the past few decades, the steam pipes coiled around the other side of the Redk Strait like trains, and countless coalition soldiers who were welded to death in armor due to the high temperature of the steam armor.

"Huh." He smiled: "Big steps are not necessarily all bad things sometimes......

The young postman barely maintained the calm of his countenance, but his heart was constantly speculating about the meaning of the old man's words.

Fortunately, Dante had already given up all his privileges the moment he left the battlefield, and promised never to interfere in anything between the Imperial Government or the Holy See.

In the years that followed, he did not pay attention to it, quietly in the town, and became the most ordinary fisherman.

Otherwise, if he comes forward and indicates that he prefers one of the sides of the castling ceremony, then that person can almost directly ascend to the throne.

This terrifying influence could not have even been possessed by the Pope himself.

"Alright...... It's not good to sit with me for too long, and don't keep the newspaper subscribers in town waiting. The old man said lightly.

"Yes!" The postman subconsciously wanted to raise his right hand that was tapping on his chest, but he immediately held back.

He bowed respectfully, then walked backwards and left the room.

One last look before closing the door.

He saw that Mistress Dante had taken off his fishing coat and was about to change into his home shirt.

The hideous scar on his back seemed to have been soaked in hot tar, and on the left side of his chest, there was a small, imperceptible dark red scab.

Due to the need to go into the sea to fish frequently, Dante occasionally exposed shocking scars on his body, and some of the fishermen in the town had seen them, but the answer they got was only caused by a fire when he was younger.

Only the postman knew that this hideous body had been battered by the evil gods when he broke into Hell.

In his life, Lord Dante suffered two near-death experiences.

For the first time, it was naturally an evil god who originated from hell.

The second time it came from a human being.

When the young postman heard this, he thought it was a joke made by Lord Dante, how could anyone hurt the gods of the Empire.

Until the old man sitting opposite pointed to the inconspicuous bloody scab on his left chest...... and chatted in general, telling the story of the year for himself......

"It's the mark of a bullet that goes from the front into the gap between the four or five ribs and out of the lower part of the shoulder blade....... It passed through my body...... The ribcage, as well as the lobes of the lungs, would have passed through the heart of a normal person.

Fortunately, my heart is biased to the right side, and with a 1 in 10 million chance, I survived. ”

The old man in front of him said very simply, just like an old fisherman telling about an experience of going to sea when he was young.

But those who heard it were like they had been stuffed into Big Ben on the banks of the River Thames, and their minds were filled with a deafening buzz.

"It wasn't an ordinary bullet, and the gun wasn't an ordinary gun, trying to assassinate me...... Nature is not an ordinary person either.

In fact, there are too many amazing and brilliant people in this world, but everyone exists in different fields.

For example, let the empire still show the prosperity of Augustine the Great in this environment.....

For example, Miss Nightingale, who traveled to the empire and healed her injuries.

For example, General Patton, who is stationed on the shores of the Reddeck Strait and is invincible on the battlefield.

I'm not hypocritical to say that I'm an ordinary person, I know I'm powerful, but if I just pick up the killing, the guy who shoots it...... It's the most terrifying existence in the world. ”

Mistress Dante gave such an assessment of that man.

And the reason why that person is called 'that person'.

It's because so far, 'that person' has not been caught, and no one knows who he is.

A man who dared to assassinate the gods of the empire actually escaped.

Although Lord Dante chased after him with a gunshot wound at that time, blasting half of the killer's face and half of his body into rotten meat, tearing off an arm on the spot, and his leg bones were estimated to be broken into scum, the other party still escaped.

After that, the government and the Holy See also seemed to ask for the help of the Temple of Light to find the assassin, but Lord Dante refused.

"Why do you want to say no? That man has committed the most unforgivable sin against you! The young postman asked.

However, the old man in front of him just smiled and shook his head:

"That man was so badly wounded that he should never be able to lift a gun again, and even if he was alive, he would not be able to do anything but beg for a living.......

In this case, if he can reappear and kill me again, then maybe I should be dead. ”

An old man who has been adrift in the long river of life for decades can always say something that young people can't understand.

Even, the young postman at that time faintly heard a certain helplessness and expectation in this sentence......

"Okay young man, I'm just an old man, and I don't want people to spend too much attention and experience on me.

It should be you who deserve attention. ”

After saying this, Mistress Dante patted the young postman on the shoulder......

To this day, he can still clearly remember those heavy touches, and at the same time, he also remembers Dante's words more clearly......

[In every field, there are amazing people. 】

Of course...... He certainly doesn't feel like a brilliant person, and there is nothing to be "amazing" in his field.

His name was Joseph Pulitzer,

Just a newspaper creep......