"Huh?" said Joan.

"As far as I know, the Falai dynasty has crossed the Auston line and will soon reach the royal capital, and now that our kingdom has a new life, we should not waste our precious budget on education. ”

"What, waste, do you think education is a waste?" Qiong raised her eyebrows.

"No, no, no, I mean, education is important, but now the money cannot be spent here, but should be transferred to arms procurement. Only by resisting the Falai dynasty can we have the capital to talk about education. Wilbur looked impassioned.

"It's not for you and me to meddle in this matter. If you feel like a suggestion, you can write to Mr. Benkemin's private mailbox via the Internet!" Joan said in a deep voice.

It can be seen that although the Internet has just become popular, Joan, as a member of the organization, already knows everything about it.

"We have already written to Mr. Benkemin, but it is completely lost, and now Mr. Benkemin must be very busy, and he has not had time to read our advice, so we will think of you, please, this matter is very important. Wilbur was anxious and hurriedly said.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter, the cost of education, the above will definitely take it into account, I don't think you need to worry. ”

Joan said, beckoning to little Brother Kyle and walking out.

"Since you think about it, why do you still leave the front line alone, but instead go out of your way to free education? This is completely the opposite of Akid's thought! Some people in the team are too idealistic! Joan, how can you be indifferent to the achievements of our great movement?"

Wilbur chased after him, trying to persuade him.

Little Kyle didn't dare to speak, so he followed closely behind, listening with his ears bent.

The more he listened, the paler he became.

He realized that what Wilbur said was probably true.

He remembers very well that a few days ago, the newspaper headlines were about the Auston Line.

It's only been a few days, and suddenly no one has mentioned it.

Will the Falai dynasty suddenly withdraw its troops?

It's unlikely, right?

He'd heard a lot of gentlemen talk about it.

So there is only one possibility here - public opinion has been shifted.

Of course, Kyle Jr. doesn't know what public opinion is, but he's already roughly aware of the concept.

In the midst of anxiety and persuasion by Wilbur, the group came to the harbor.

This is a private fishing port.

In the city of Pune, which eats by the sea, there are many similar fishing ports.

In the blowing sea breeze, fishing boats rise and fall.

In the foul-smelling harbor, the fishermen who have rested are sorting out their nets and repairing the loopholes.

A few old cats crouched honestly next to the fishermen, waiting for the little fish that could be plucked from the nets at any moment.

An old man with a swarthy face rushed over in a hurry: "Miss Qiong, why are you here? It's windy on the beach, why didn't you see your carriage?"

It can be seen that this old man really cares about Joan, and that kind of overflowing concern is difficult to disguise.

"The carriages have been requisitioned, and I'm fine. Joan casually changed the subject: "By the way, Uncle Sandy is the little Kyle I mentioned to you at noon, and he will hand it over to you, and the salary must be paid daily!"

Joan said, pushing little Kyle out.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. Uncle Sandy nodded repeatedly.

"Little Kyle, you can follow Uncle Sandy! I've already told you that you will come over after school in the afternoon to help clean up the fishing nets, and the salary will be settled. Joan smiled at little Kyle.

This job was actually found by Joan using her personal connections to help Kyle Jr.

You know, the nascent Inphil though promulgated.

In fact, when Xinbang was first built, it was in ruins, and it was all too busy to die, so how could it have the energy to arrange these details?

So it's just a framework that has been conceived for a long time.

There is only one sentence about work-study.

-- Officers of the local compulsory education bureau should truly understand the situation of students in difficulty and help them within the scope of their ability! For example, work-study programs.

"Thank you, Mr. Joan!" little Kyle hurriedly thanked.

"It's okay, I still have something to do, let's go first!"

Joan waved her hand, a hint of anxiety flashing in her eyes.

Wilbur's exhortation still moved her, and she wanted to avoid the crowd and privately use the organization's internal Internet communication channel to ask her father.

"Teacher, wait!" Little Kyle suddenly called out to Joan.

"Huh?" Joan turned.

"Teacher, is the Falai Dynasty really coming?" asked little Kyle with a worried expression.

Although he had only experienced half a day of compulsory education, he was already reluctant to teach the teachers, and he was afraid that the Falai Dynasty would come and ruin his good fortune that he had so easily.

"Rest assured, our warriors will stop them. Joan reassured.

As soon as the voice fell, a noisy and noisy slogan came.

The crowd followed the sound.

I saw a large group of workers hugging several prisoner vans, slowly approaching.

At this time, the crowd was boiling, and countless workers held banners and shouted slogans.

The prisoner cart is being held by the old nobles who are unwilling to surrender!

They are now subjected to the most humiliating form of criminal law – parade through the streets.

These people, who had been enduring humiliation, suddenly became agitated when they saw Joan standing at the intersection.

"Joan, it's you, damn Brad, can you sleep on our bones?"

"Traitors, you are all traitors!

"Don't be complacent, stinky! If you dare to deceive us now, someone will dare to deceive you in the future! You think you can sit back and enjoy wealth? Dream! Don't forget what the Akidid idea is? They are just using your hands to clean us up, and when we die, you will not be far away!"

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you in heaven! No, you don't even have the qualifications to go to heaven. ”

is worthy of a group of veteran aristocrats, even if they are angry, they are still logical and reasonable.

Joan's face was cold, as if she hadn't heard it.

She didn't care about those words.

Because she's heard too much.

Mr. Akid's knowledge also taught them how to divide their enemies and rally allies.

These are just the leftovers of their play.

However, the next insults of the old nobles made her feel cold in her heart and became more and more uneasy.

"Do you really think that if you betray us, you will be able to continue to enjoy the riches? I tell you, you are not betraying the royal family, but also the four original gods! The army of the Falai Dynasty will soon set foot on the Infil! When the time comes, the wealth in front of you will be just a cloud of smoke! Look at your steam engines, are they all ineffective? How many weapons do you still have? No!"

"Let me guess, has the army of the Falai dynasty passed the Auston Line? ”

"Not only the Falai Dynasty, but the whole world will be your enemy! The god of the Internet you believe in is simply an evil god! No, he is not even a god, he is a monster! Monster! Monster!"

The old aristocrats roared madly.

Kill people every word!

Under the strong physique, the sound even overshadowed the street slogans for a while.

At this moment, the boiling crowd was obviously quiet.

Even if some people continued to shout slogans, the crowd did not return to its original excitement.

Many workers looked at each other.

Wilbur's face changed dramatically.

Isn't what he is worried about by these old aristocrats?

Joan's face turned even colder.

She frowned, a little anxious in her heart, and even subconsciously wanted to send a message to her father immediately.

No, at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

"What's that?"

Joan looked up in amazement, looked around, and the scene in the ocean made her pupils shrink and her scalp tingle.

I saw a huge black hole suddenly appear on the calm sea.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, a series of floating airships painted with scarlet eyes and sharp tooth patterns, like deep-sea evil sharks, flew out of the black hole.

One by one, stretching endlessly, almost in the blink of an eye, filling the entire sky.

"Please don't panic, this is a normal military transfer, please obey the temporary sea ban regulations on the coastline!"

Mechanical, repetitive sounds echoed across the shoreline.

Inside the prison car, the old aristocrats who were shouting wildly looked at this magical scene in amazement, and their eyes widened in horror.

All the words of murder and heart-reproach were all suffocated in my heart at this moment.

Originally, if the Falai Dynasty called, they might have the hope of being rescued, and at this moment, they would be completely destroyed.

Joan, Kyle Jr., Wilbur, and countless other workers who participated in the parade were stunned.

They looked at the coastline in amazement, and the low buildings could not block their view.

As far as the eye could see, they even saw countless steam locomotives driving up densely on the seashore in the distance.

"No way! There is no such number in the Infir army. ”

Wilbur apparently had a deep understanding of Infil, and he was dumbfounded as he watched the torrent of steel emerge from the ocean.

If it weren't for the silence of the coastal artillery on the coastline;

If it is not for a sufficient knowledge of the maritime power of Pune;

If it weren't for the fact that this heavenly god soldier didn't fire.

He really suspected that this torrent of steel was an Imperial army!

"Mr. Akid!" Joan muttered to herself, "No one in Infiel can do this miracle but him!"