blackstone code

Chapter 1831 Under the Clouds
The Commonwealth is a civilized society. When people are dissatisfied with a person, they will not point to his nose and call him a fool.

Because they are civilized people, no matter what they do, they must uphold their image of civilized people.

Cursing is not the behavior of a civilized person, but stabbing a knife in the back is, and so is firing a black gun in a dark place!
The little earl seemed to have lost his feet. Over the past year or so, he had gradually integrated into the society of the Federation, but he hadn't really understood the horror of this society.

Many people think that the federal society is a free, fair country where even the air is fucking sweet.

Actually not.

This is heaven - it looks like it.

This is hell too - that's what it is!

Everything based on the essence of hell is an illusion.

Just like a horror novel, scary monsters are all around us, they maintain the appearance of human beings, chat with you, eat, make friends, and even have sex with you.

You will not feel that you are different from him/her/it, you will feel that you are the same race, the same category.

Until the moment when the opponent tore off the disguise.

The little earl was like the friend who chatted, ate, made friends with the Federation and had a few rounds with him. He thought this was the Federation, but in fact it was not the Federation!

Seeing his earnest appearance, Lynch knew that he listened to what he said, and then said, "Actually, you don't need to worry about Gafla's problem at all."

"If you know anything about our current war situation, you will know that we are increasing our offensive against Penteo's side."

"As long as we can ensure that we stand in the position of the final victor, even if Gefra is swallowed up by the Penteos, we can make them spit it out!"

Lynch spoke very confidently, and of course this is also true.

It can even be said that for the capitalists and the politicians, a shattered Gefla is far better than a Gefla that retains its foundation!

Only one voice in the world is enough, other voices, even if they are weak, are unnecessary!

The little count thought about it again, and felt that what Lynch said was right.

Whether it was true or not, he breathed a sigh of relief, "This way I'm relieved, you know I still have some things left with Gafla..."

Lynch nodded slightly, the castle, the land, these things cannot be taken away.

As for the artwork, judging from the current situation, it will definitely become Peng Jieo's trophy, so don't worry about it.

But some things that can't be taken away have a chance to be held in one's hands.

Lynch thought of something in a trance, and his expression changed slightly.

The little count had been observing Lynch, and saw a very slight change in his facial contours, but he couldn't taste what was behind the change.

Lynch patted him on the shoulder casually, "You reminded me of one thing, of course it has nothing to do with you."

He said with a laugh, obviously in a good mood, and then asked, "How is your mother?"

When it comes to his mother, the little count has nothing to shy away from.

He is actually very clear about something between Lynch and his mother, but nobles are like this.

No one can stop a noble lady without a husband from doing anything, and nobility itself is synonymous with corruption.

Starting from the royal family, there have been corruptions in private life, promiscuity, love between humans and animals, and all kinds of weird sexual fetishes and sexual behaviors have existed.

Coupled with some habits of the nobles before, the Gefra people don't care about the private life of the nobles at all.

In addition, Lynch's current status is much higher than in the past, and the little earl has nothing to object to.

"She is adapting to the life here now. She does her hair, works out every day, and spends money everywhere."

It sounded like a complaint, but it wasn't. The little count shook his shoulders and leaned back, "Life here is easy, everyone thinks so."

"It will be autumn in a few days, we plan to go hunting, do you want to come?"

Every autumn is the time for animals to accumulate fat. No matter what kind of animal it is, it will be fat and fat. After a simple barbecue, take a bite, the oil will overflow, and the mouth will be full of the aroma of oil!

The annual autumn hunting of the nobles is a habit. They just established themselves last year, so they didn't take this into consideration.

This year, their industries have basically settled down, so they can't help but start hunting.

Lynch thought for a while, nodded and agreed. These nobles will still be useful in the future, so they can keep in touch first.

Lynch promised to make the little earl very excited. Of course, he also had some small thoughts of his own, "You can also bring some friends to participate. We have already built a large piece of creek land in the west, whether it is hunting or autumn outing. A good time."

The little earl knew very well that Lynch's friends, the friends he could invite to hunt, must not be ordinary people.

This is also an opportunity for them to get in touch with upper-level contacts. It is impossible for everyone to put all their eggs in the same basket.

Neither will he!

But it's not too annoying for him to say it so directly, because if Lynch doesn't want to introduce people to them, he can completely not call people.

If he did, then he must have voluntarily.

Lynch nodded slightly, "I already have a few candidates, I will give you some time then, but not for too long."

"You know, we're all busy!"

This made the little earl even happier. He thanked Lynch very earnestly, "You have been helping me selflessly since Gefla's side. I am very touched and I don't know how to thank you."

Lynch patted him on the shoulder, "There is no need to talk about this between us. When I need your help, I hope you will not refuse."

The little count nodded vigorously.

When she had an in-depth exchange with the former countess before, she once told Lynch that she was very grateful for Lynch's appearance.

Not only her, but the little count was also very grateful.

He lost his father since he was a child, and then the mother and son fought hard against those uncles who tried to seize the title, but lost more than half of their property.

There was no way, the earl suddenly died suddenly, nothing was arranged, they could only bite the bullet and fight.

The little earl lacked paternal love since he was a child. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that he lacks someone to be his life mentor, to behave in the world, to tell him what to do in work and life.

The role of the former countess cannot be replaced, and she does not have that ability. The appearance of Lynch makes up for this very well.

For the little earl, Lynch not only played the role of his elder brother, but also taught him many things instead of his father to a certain extent, which made him grow up very quickly!
The two then chatted about the development and future of the film. The production company they invested in was still losing money, but these nobles didn't care.

All they have is money, and they don't care at all. In addition, other industries are also developing in an orderly manner, at least there will be no major problems.

After Lynch gave him some investment advice, he hinted that it was time for him to leave.

The little earl also realized this very quickly, he took up too much of Lynch's time.

On the way back, he kept thinking about what Lynch said, and at the same time felt a little disgusted with some people.

In fact, for a young man, a young man in his early twenties, he didn't have much attachment to Gefla.

His childhood was almost miserable. After his father died, his uncles and aunts completely tore apart his face at home in order to fight for the right of inheritance.

Don't say bad words, there are a few times when he almost got into an accident, it may be these people who did it.

When he was a little older and inherited the title, the money was gone again.

He can only pawn things to maintain the dignity of the nobles, which also makes many nobles look down on him-it is normal for a down-and-out noble to be looked down upon by the noble group.

It's like in the middle-class community of the Federals, if anyone is bankrupt, or on the verge of bankruptcy.

Then all community activities will not be attended by this person, and no one will invite such a family to participate in the activities!
The reason is the same.

So he is not very attached to Gefra, but after two years of coming to the Federation, he has a sense of identity with the Federation.

This has to talk about the advantages of the cultural assimilation policy proposed by Lynch at the beginning. The recognition of the three views of this country subtly produced by people in daily life is the most terrifying!

This time he came, in fact, to a large extent, it was the request of those later nobles.

The roots of those nobles are all in Gefla, and they all belonged to the real glory in the past.

When they appealed to the little count, the common fault of youth was committed.

But this is also understandable, after all, some people who looked down on him in the past are now talking to him in a low voice, how can he not be a little smug?
Fortunately, Lynch reminded him.

This is not Gefra, this is Federation!
The ass is crooked, something is going to happen!

He thumped the steering wheel, and the car in front jumped forward in fright. There was an obvious collision sound outside the car. He froze for a moment, but couldn't help laughing.

until--

When the annoyed driver of the car in front walked towards him with an unfriendly expression!

Of course, these are minor issues!

While the little count was thinking about how to solve this trouble, in Gafla, the Minister of War was sitting with a guy who looked a bit old-fashioned and looked like a teacher.

Right in his study room, with the doors and windows closed, a pot of fine scented tea was placed on the coffee table between the two of them, and a faint fragrance of flowers exuded from the two exquisite cups.

Neither of them spoke, and the Minister of War was obviously thinking. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his right arm resting on the armrest of the sofa, his left hand held his right wrist, his head was slightly lowered, and he frowned!

There was no focus in his eyes, and the contours and expression of his face made him seem a little anxious.

This is true.

Don't look at the fact that the Pengjieao people haven't launched an attack now, but if it takes one more day, the pressure on the island will be even greater.

Each of them knew very well that once the Pengjieao people launched an attack, it would be a general attack!

The news of the federal refusal of aid has spread internally, and everyone is panicking!

Tomorrow is like a dark cloud with no end in sight, without any hope!
At this time, the person sitting opposite him picked up the teacup, blew on the tea soup, and took a sip.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the Minister of War, "Have you thought about it yet?"

(End of this chapter)