Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 43

James stood still.Sean knew that he had frightened the other party. "But that's not surprising. You're afraid to think of me, of every one of us. Why not? The fruits of victory are yours to monopolize, and our efforts are obliterated. It's called art. Of course you dare not think of us."

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse from shock and various other emotions: "Who the hell are you?"

Sean laughed, and suddenly said sharply: "Don't you know who I am? Don't you even dare to say my name!"

"Sheehan."

"Very good." Sean nodded, and his tone returned to calm: "Don't worry, I'm not a ghost, but a living person. Being able to come back to life is an absolute surprise for me. Of course, it's a shock for you. I'm sorry I surprised the elderly."

James leaned on the back of the chair and sat on the chair.He spoke with difficulty: "Xion, you...you are a puppet."

"Oh, you also have research on this!" Sean raised his eyebrows. "Because your grandson, who is supposed to die in a bad way, always returns from auctions empty-handed?"

James turned serious, his expression dignified. "I never approved of this business. Please be careful with your words, Medanzota..."

"He bought me. I can't get rid of your damn family." James didn't respond, and Sean continued: "Of course, we don't have any relationship now. I shouldn't judge the younger generation like this, but I Never seen such a pompous, immature, stupid fellow! But at least he's an honest man, and that's not like you!"

It took a long time for James to recover from Sean's words.In fact, the other party's first sentence made him almost faint. "God, I'm sorry, I didn't know." He bent down and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry for everything so far."

"Medan Zuo also told me this. He is much more sincere than you." Sean was indifferent.

James stared at Sean, as if judging the credibility of the previous sentence.He said slowly in his aged voice: "He won't apologize to anyone unless it's necessary. Listen, I don't ask your forgiveness, because you won't. You never will. You're terribly stubborn, But also respectable for what you stand for. I just hope you understand. Of course I think about the people, but I'm a nobleman first and have to think about things from my standpoint. If the people know the truth about the 'riot', the country will There will be chaos because of their anger. I can only apologize for my deceit, but it will not hurt the people."

"You don't need to apologize to me." After a suffocating silence, Sean finally spoke, with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "At least I'm still alive. But they—my brothers and sisters, all died."

The old man groaned in pain. "They are all admirable people. But after you failed, this country did not stop functioning because of our rule. Your anger is unnecessary."

"James, you haven't figured out the source of our angry backlash. I don't hate you as much as I hate the Eagles or the other fighting families. At least you have a little bit of conscience, then and now. But you know what you said ?The nobles don’t need to apologize to the civilians for their mistakes and injuries. It is for their benefit to continue the feudal*-like system to silence the civilians. We used to be able to talk amicably when we were marching, but now we have nothing to say.”

Sean swallowed back most of the sharp, harsh words.When he saw the other party's aging and tired appearance, he realized that James had already stepped into the grave with one foot, but he was still young now.The other party has been far away from the center of power, but he can still fight for his beliefs. "That's it, you have no strength to hinder me, and I don't want to revenge you. I just stopped by to see you, and my helmet. It's strange that you have it in the study. If it were me, I would Keep the enemy's things away from me."

James said in a hoarse voice, "You are an admirable person after all."

"And for the people you admire, you first use them and then throw them away, and then kill them because they shouted injustice. This is a very special way of expressing it." Sean walked away, then stopped.James asked him, "Are you here to see Medanzo?"

Sean smiled helplessly. "I can't think of him at all if you don't mention him. You don't approve of that bill, do you?"

"About the weapons ban? Why do you care about this?" James leaned forward, his eyes burning. "If you want to do it again..."

Sean stared at each other, showing no sign of retreating. "You can crack down again. But like I said, you know who's right."

Sean is gone.James leaned back in his chair, exhausted.His mood hadn't fluctuated so violently for a long time.Sean reappeared before him 50 years later, thinner and darker than before, with a deeper hatred hidden.This meeting awakened certain emotions that had long been absent from him—guilt and unease.

He had worried about the system, because this peaceful scene was based on lies and coercion.It will be impacted and even destroyed, as history has done.The fire of resistance has not been extinguished, but has been hidden in the darkness; perhaps it is burning in an unknown place, and will erupt at a suitable time.

But that was not the only thing that disturbed James.He knew Medanzuo's character too well, even though he didn't care about Medanzuo's private life.That is a descendant of aristocrat who is absolutely qualified and will never bow his head to the lower class.But he knew Sean wouldn't lie.If Medanzo would apologize to someone of low status, he was either sick or changed.

"Tomorrow morning, I have to talk to that kid." James said to himself.

Like Medanzo, there are also unknown troubles waiting for Sean, which will come in the near future.

"Adam and I counted the identities and places of work of the joiners, and then discovered an interesting phenomenon. Most of the factories in this city have workers joining us, only Vincent's factory—all factories, none of them ’” Francis closed his eyes for a moment, as if uttering the name tired him.

"It's the same as the last march. There were no people from the Vincent factory. I asked a neighbor and he said he's not interested in fighting for rights," someone interjected.

"Yes, this is too strange. Vincent is the one who monopolizes steel smelting and airship manufacturing. He has more than ten factories under his name. Guess, does he have excellent brainwashing technology that can make all workers Very obedient?" Francis joked as usual, and then said seriously: "But he definitely has a problem. Although I don't know the problem yet, I will figure it out. I will visit his mansion on the weekend. Taking this opportunity, I would like to ask him to allow me to visit his factory."

"Do you need someone to accompany you? I can go with you." A young man wearing glasses volunteered.A student of journalism, he was one of the leaders of the march not so long ago.

Francis smiled at him. "Very positive and worthy of praise. But I need a young man with good skills to pretend to be a harmless student." He hesitated for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice became lukewarm: "Xion, you and I will go."

Sean nodded slowly.He felt the other party's indifference, but attributed it to an illusion. "What do I need to prepare?"

"I'll tell you after we're done."

Since the other party said so, Sean quietly listened to the other party's explanation of other matters.But after everyone dispersed, the first thing Francis said to him was: "You went to see Medanzo? Why?"

Sean didn't understand the other party's intentions, but he still replied: "About that proposal, I want to ask their family's attitude. The time I went to visit him was before the arms ban proposal was rejected. Besides, I feel very guilty towards him. You Those who met that driver with me should know that I abetted him."

"Don't that young master deserve it? You took the risk for him and stayed at Levin's house for more than three hours..."

Sean was stunned.He discovered another thing. "Are you looking for someone to spy on me?"

"It's protection. Of course, it's not wrong to call it surveillance. The point is not this, but that you go to see a young master in an emergency. You are a rational person, and only emotion can destroy reason." Francis gritted his teeth, but he didn't like He only got angry at Sean: "You are gradually becoming the center of gravity, and you may replace me in the near future. In this case, can't you control your damn feelings!"

"You're so wrong!" Surprised, Sean felt annoyed and funny: "I'm not interested in perverts. Take a step back, even if I'm tempted by someone, my love life won't change my mind And stand! If you think I'm a threat to your position, why don't you just say so? I'm not interested in the leadership position at all..."

When Sean saw Francis' face clearly, he began to regret his indiscretion.The other party's expression was a mixture of anger and sadness. "Xion, you shouldn't think of me that way. I have selfish intentions, of course, but I never thought about controlling crows before, and now I don't think about controlling this union." Francis suddenly became excited: "Damn it! I It can even be said: If my death can make everyone stop hesitating and stand up to fight, then I will die immediately! I will!"

"Don't say that. You're too excited. I said the wrong thing, and I'm sorry," Sean reassured.He was going to pat Francis on the shoulder, but the other party waved his hand away.He heard Francis laughing and whispering, "I look at you now as I looked at myself in the past."

"Why do you say that?" Sean walked right in front of Francis.

Francis straightened his hair, his face flushed with excitement.He spoke again: "Feeling is the root of all mistakes, and I know this better than anyone else. It will make you weak and compromise. Let's put it this way, if that young master likes you very much—I think this is true, then you want to It's very easy to get revenge on him. Hurt yourself in front of him and it will drive him crazy. Or, you make him nice and then take advantage of it. It's definitely going to work, but would you do that?"

"I don't take advantage of other people's feelings."

"I will. I do this to most people, but I can't bear it to one woman." Francis sighed, and suddenly hugged Sean: "Oh, forgive me, how can I blame you for relationship problems? You are more than me Smarter, stronger than me, not as stupid as me."

Sean also gently hugged each other back.But he insisted: "But I don't like him."

Francis smiled and walked away, leaning on the table. "You don't love him now, but you will sooner or later. You can only love him. You resist the close contact of other people. The person you repel most must be him, but he has learned how to approach you. No matter how strong the fortress is There's the vent, too, and he's found it."

Sean was silent for a moment.He wanted to refute the other party, but there was no way to refute.It was Francis who saved him: "I don't want to tell you about the stupidity of the past, but you've always been interested in it. I'll tell you about it after the weekend."