"Behind the heroes, there must be the unknown contributions of countless people, and most of these people are civilians."

Standing up, Arthur came to the window, looked at the busy streets below and said: "The country is a giant machine. We can't just look at the surface. The internal gears are necessary to keep the machine rotating."

"The task of a person in power is not to drive this huge machine, but to think about how to lubricate the gears in it. Only in this way can the machine continue to operate for a long time."

Arthur turned around, looked at Sean who was smoking and said: "For the country, no one is indispensable. The machine can run on its own. When faced with a crisis, it is not the people in power who rely on it, but the united people.

"

"call..."

Sean Rickman exhaled a puff of smoke and said quietly: "I understand, Your Highness, the so-called hero is not an individual, but a whole."

"It won't take long, Shukri and the others will pay the price."

Arthur said calmly:

"There is no free lunch in this world."

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The week has passed quickly. Compared with the calm of the past few days, London has not been peaceful in the past few days.

Especially Newham.

The soaring housing prices and rents have made it difficult for many people to afford them. More and more people are being evicted from their houses and losing their shelter. People with nowhere to go can only come to the workhouse to ask for help. Suddenly, the workhouse

Overcrowded.

In the workhouse, couples were forcibly separated, mothers and children were also separated, and men, women, and children were managed separately, just like prisons. They wore uniform clothes, ate sour and hard black bread, and pea soup that smelled of swill.

.

The original intention of establishing the workhouse was to relieve the poor so that they would not freeze to death in the snow. But now the situation seems to have become completely different. Many of the people who come to the workhouse are strong men.

I have a serious job and can earn a few pennies every day, but even so, I still have to bring my family and support me here.

Some people who were kicked out of their homes rented slightly cheaper apartments, while families living in cheap apartments faced few choices. They could either go to the park to build a shed, or go to a workhouse. The expensive rent left them shielded from the wind.

The bricks and tiles above the head to keep out the rain have become a luxury.

Perhaps it was fate that there was a heavy rain in London on a weekend night.

The rain washed the ground, taking away the soil, sand and gravel, and also took away the warmth and last glimmer of hope from many people.

In the rain curtain, a strong man jumped up to a high place and yelled like crazy. People did not stay away from him, but got closer and closer to him, like fire fighters gathering together.

The strong man didn't make any shocking remarks. He just pointed at the brightly lit wealthy area not far away, which looked warm and comfortable, and cursed.

The man's insults seemed to resonate, and people could not understand why some people were born in Rome, while others could never reach Rome in their lives and instead turned into cows and horses.

Did they not work hard enough?

They didn't know how to work hard anymore. Their confusion brought fear, and fear deepened their confusion. The man's abuse made them feel better, and it seemed that they could use this to vent their emotions.

Cursing and cursing, people were no longer confused, and they were no longer even afraid. The rain falling from the sky hit their faces, which was biting and cold, crackling and breaking, and it hurt like small stones.

"Fuck these sons of bitches!"

A loud shout suddenly erupted from the crowd, shaking everyone's mind like thunder. Some people looked around and saw only twisted, ferocious faces full of anger.

At this moment, the rain seemed to be falling harder.

The dull footsteps echoed in the rainy night, and the crowd rushed towards the rich area, holding strange weapons in their hands, staring intently at the flickering lights in the heavy rain, as if that place was the Garden of Eden, with endless drinks.

Milk, endless beef.

Just as they were about to cross the street, the carriage parked on the street suddenly opened its door. Arthur stepped out of the carriage, walked into the rain, and stood in front of the crowd.

"The fourth prince...it's the fourth prince!"

The crowd gradually became noisy. Some people had seen Arthur's photo in the newspaper. Celebrities like this are quite conspicuous.

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Arthur ignored the frightened policeman not far away, nor did he look back at the frightened rich people lying by the window. Instead, he asked aloud:

"Everyone, what do you want to do?"

"I want to eat beef!" someone in the crowd shouted: "I want to drink! I want a warm blanket!"

"There!"

The man who was shouting from above raised his hand and pointed to the house behind Arthur: "There is everything there!"

The fourth prince is a good man.

Many people think so.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is willing to stop and stand in the rain to talk to Arthur.

He is a good man.

Not far away, Ma Wei, who was sitting in the carriage observing all this, suddenly opened the door and walked into the rain.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Levin looked at him in surprise: "It's raining outside! Come in quickly!"

Ma Wei shook his head, looked at the crowd not far away and said: "They are soaking in the rain. At this moment, I should have the same feelings as them. Only in this way can I understand them."

Levin was stunned for a moment, thought for a few seconds, followed Yunia, entered the rain curtain, and stood next to Ma Wei.

Cold air hit him from all directions, and Levin shivered, as if something had been taken away from his body.

Licking his lips,
Chapter completed!