Garland nodded silently. In front of them, the city had turned into a quietly burning blue sea of ​​fire, and the firelight was imprinted into their eyes, like a tide. No one fled on the street, no one ran to put out the fire,

When the town falls asleep, it will fall asleep forever.

The pagans died, and the compatriots remained.

Everything happened naturally, just like what has happened every day for two hundred years.

Neither fun nor sad.

At four o'clock in the morning on May 3, 1350, before dawn, the colonial city of Ruon Kanter was attacked by the Church of Death, and the city garrison was completely destroyed, and the fourth city returned to the domination of the Bailang Empire.

This fire burned out the last little room for ease between the two countries. At 7 a.m., the Emperor of the Bailang Empire declared war on the Kingdom of Ruen.

...

In a manor in Bakerland, the fiery red-haired war angel sat on a garden bench, frowned and watched carefully the report on the fall of the southern continental city.

Due to the recent huge changes in the Southern Continent, a little bit of trouble will attract the attention of the Northern Continent newspaper.

In just one hour, various intelligence departments in the North mainland had already received the news of the declaration of war in the Bayron Empire, and then they informed the newspapers that three hours later, the declaration of war and the declaration of independence were published in daily newspapers of various countries, and were like a storm.

Spread on the mainland!

"It's beginning! How gorgeous the fire of war is burning." A smile appeared on the corner of His mouth and said in a low voice.

I have to say that the god of death is more pleasing than the others. Just talking about the motivation to fight and do is enough for Medici to praise him a few more words. The red evil spirit reads this page of newspaper repeatedly and hates him.

The Aurora Society and the Iron Blood Cross Society have not yet taken fishing in the muddy waters of the Southern Continent, so that He cannot happily go to this new war to create something.

Then He burned the newspaper and strided towards the office of the real Creator.

"host!"

He jumped up from the open-air balcony, sat on the railing of the balcony, and smiled at the young man with a cross hanging on the black gold, saying, "Are you ready for promotion?"

"If we don't work harder, we will not be able to catch up with the war that swept the world!"

His Lord stood in front of the bookshelf and looked through a book. A pen flew up automatically on the table and wrote on a note.

The real Creator didn't look back: "Next week."

The angel of war was satisfied and laughed.

...

In a luxury villa that has just been rented for a year for just over 315 pounds.

Klein took off his coat and stood straight on the balcony of the third and a half-open room on the balcony of the surrounding neighborhood. Looking at the scenery of the surrounding neighborhoods, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"It's true that expensive still means expensive. The 315 pounds rent is not too wasteful..."

He had already paid a year's rent yesterday afternoon and could only force himself to become more and more pleasing to the place.

At the same time, he directly paid Walter's salary of 115 pounds a year, because after he won the Antigonus family notes, he was likely to abscond, causing Mr. Butler to lose his job.

Based on this concept, he also paid the butler Taneya an annual salary of 42 pounds at a time this morning, which made the lady feel the generous and demeanor of Mr. Dawn Dances.

With the busyness of the two housekeepers, the servants have basically been hired. The character and life of the rich man Dawn Dance has begun to work. There is nothing else about Dawn himself. But Klein just sat down and immediately noticed it.

Newspapers placed at hand.

That was just brought in by the butler Walter.

Logically speaking, the Beckland Daily is a morning newspaper. If Walter wants to buy it, it should be bought at around 8 o'clock... Klein looked elsewhere, but saw a Beckland Daily on the table over there.

》, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Is there anything different between these two newspapers? Is there something new?

Klein picked up the brand new newspaper and could still smell the scent of ink on it. The newspaper was very thin, only half of the morning's Beckland Daily, and the contents were very impressive.

It was shocking that it turned out to be the news that the Bailang Empire announced its independence!

It wouldn't be too surprised that it was just a night attack from the Church of Death, or the restoration of the Bayron Empire. After all, this has nothing to do with him, so at most he was worried about Mr. Azke.

Even if Bailang declared war on Roon, Klein was just a little nervous, thinking that as an extraordinary person in Sequence 5, he could have some self-protection ability in the war. Benson and Melissa were also in Beckland

, can be taken care of at any time.

What really shocked his pupils was the Declaration of Independence, which occupied a whole page!

This is the Declaration of Independence!

“…He refused to approve the law that established judicial power in order to obstruct the implementation of judicial work.

He stationed a large number of armed forces among us without the consent of our legislature;

He tried to make the army independent of civil affairs and above civil affairs.

to shelter them with fake interrogations, to kill the residents of our states without being spared;

We were escorted overseas for trial...

He plundered our seas, ravaged our coastal areas, burned our towns, and slaughtered the lives of our people.

He was transporting a large number of foreign mercenaries to complete the old activities of massacre, destruction and rampantness. This activity had already begun. Its cruelty and despicableness were difficult to find precedents even in the most barbaric era. He was completely unworthy of being the head of a civilized country.

.

In each stage of these oppression, we petition the most humble words to improve; but the replies received from repeated requests are repeatedly damaged. A monarch, when his character is marked by the behavior of a tyrant, is not worthy of it.

Be the ruler of the free people.”

This "he" is written as the Kingdom of Roone, read as the Northern Continent... Klein took a deep breath, and a name began to hover in his mind: Rossel Gustav, Rossel... No, the colonial world promoted by Rossel,

How could it be possible to provide the Declaration of Independence to the people of the Southern Mainland? Is it the real creator? But the Aurora seems to have not done anything in this incident... or... Edward Vaughn...

The rich man, who had just begun his new life, knew that the war was about to begin, was a little dizzy, and Klein walked to the entrance, opened the door, and found that Richardson, the close-fitting male servant standing outside, was also a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"I'm used to taking a nap for three quarters of a minute at this time and don't let anyone bother me."

"Okay, sir." Richardson responded humbly.

Because he was a mixed-race illegitimate son, his father was a Lun, the manager of a manor, and his mother was a native of Dongbailang, a slave of that manor.

After he was born, he suffered from discrimination and bullying and developed a cowardly and obedient character. Because he looked very good and was suitable for receiving guests, he was selected as a servant by the owner of the manor and brought to Beckland.

When the Upper and Secondary Houses of the Ruen Kingdom passed the bill to abolish slavery, he suffered a tragic loss of employment and had to ask for assistance from the "Metropolitan Help Family Servants Association".

Before Kline, he served two families, made some mistakes, and accumulated a lot of experience. He was attracted by the butler Walter and became Dawn Dontes' personal servant.

After looking at Richardson, who was tall and about the same height as him now, Klein shook his head invisibly and sighed in his heart:

"This guy who can be a celebrity in this way can only be a servant in this era. He is obviously so tall, but he is timid and cowardly. However, this is also an advantage. Be obedient, silent, obedient, whatever the master says

What you do, you will never take your own initiative…”

Looking at Richardson's awkward expression, thinking about the contents in the newspapers and the gradually rising South Continental parade, Klein also felt a little subtle.

But he did not have the idea of ​​firing the other party because of this.

In this nervous situation, dismissing a mixed-race South Mainland who has found a stable job is to really push the other party into the abyss.

Without further ado, Klein closed the door and locked it. He returned to the easy chair, walked four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and investigated the strange "moon puppets" sacrificed by Emlin White.

TBC

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Adam: It's okay, it's just an internal war in the South China continent, and it can still be saved. (Tear) (Write)

Someone mentioned in the comments that this is a question of position that has nothing to do with right or wrong. In fact, many things are just right or wrong, such as colonial wars and aggression. No matter what position or reason is, they are all wrong, wrong, and mistakes cannot be whitewashed, and they cannot be understood and saved.

The medicine is wrong!!!

If anyone feels that colonization is innocent, it must be the one who benefits from it. For example, the colonist who has obtained cultural relics.
Chapter completed!