[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Erdao, are you ready to leave?"

It was completely unexpected that Hu Erdao would actually stay in this world for so many years, the system asked without hope.

The passage for the return trip had already been opened shortly after arriving in this world, and what remained was Hu Erdao's stubborn reluctance to leave.

"I will attend the coming-of-age ceremony when I go back, and I won't be able to enjoy the wonderful treatment of being a minor anymore, so I don't want to go back!" A certain wayward host said plausibly.

"No," the system said, "it's not like your style to spend time traveling in this world."

He'd wanted to make that point a long time ago.

Hu Erdao replied lightly, "It was you who said I could do anything in this world, system."

"It's just my choice now."

Just looking at the quiet box room, the handsome young man and the resting bird on his neck, no one can see that behind this quiet painting is a dialogue between one person and one system.

"What do you think?" Hu Erdao said in a casual tone, half a smile but not a smile, "...why didn't I leave early?"

The system thought about it seriously, and found frankly that he still couldn't figure out what Hu Erdao was thinking, "Because you are willing."

He gave an answer that best fit his perception.

"That's it."

Hu Erdao nodded in satisfaction, and smiled persuasively, "Human thoughts are changeable, and behaviors that seem to last for a long time may have already gone through choices again and again..."

Choose to give up, or choose to continue?

Choose to change, or choose to maintain?

Well, who knew?

In fact, there is not much difference in the results.

What is truly valuable in this world is information about the cornerstones of the world.

It is a rare opportunity for Hu Erdao to witness the turning point when the cornerstone of the world plays a role.

The so-called tolerance of the world that needs to be understood is only the appearance of the space-time world, and what maintains these worlds is, after all, the cornerstone of the world.

Or--

rule.

Although the cornerstone of the world has a physical form in the last two worlds, there is no guarantee that this will be the case in every subsequent world.

therefore.

It is necessary to "prepare for a rainy day".

Moreover, Hu Erdao raised his eyebrows calmly, thinking unhurriedly, "Maybe..."

... Can he also find the "cornerstone" of the interstellar world?

How interesting.

At this moment, under the calm surface, the ambition belonging to the leader of the future space-time bureau is quietly and vigorously growing.

Just like people always meet.When things actually happen—people don't always know.When I return to the moment in memory, I suddenly realize that everything has already been traced.

This is under the calm sea, the stormy wind and waves that are about to rise in the next moment——

……

"The weather on the sea is fickle." Hu Erdao lowered his eyes and his lips were light, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, and he whispered to himself, "Who knows if there will be a storm in the next second?"

……

Well, in other words, there is still a dream.

Walking on the plain path in the wilderness, looking into the distance, you can only see a nobleman not far away leading a mighty team of many servants.

It was almost autumn, and the nobles who had moved away from their summer forest residences returned to the city, and went hunting with them again in the season of fat animals.

"Spring hunting is for locusts, summer hunting is for seedlings, autumn hunting is for ferals, and winter hunting is for hunting."

This is a seasonal event that has been around for years.

"Perhaps... autumn hunting combines the sense of accomplishment of riding a horse and conquering prey?"

Hu Erdao stroked his chin and said, that's what he said, but he wasn't really interested.

In his hand, he tossed a small metal-lacquered telescope repeatedly. The cool touch and just the right weight brought a good feeling of sinking.

At my feet were low bushes whose leaves were beginning to turn yellow.

"Mr. Ke Ang, I really didn't expect to meet him in the wild. Are you going to the manor in Syracuse?"

"It's also my luck to meet you, Miss Connie."

The middle-aged man in a dark overcoat and holding a cane said.

A lady from a certain family named Connie—Ke Ang didn’t remember which family she was from, but this did not prevent Italian men who have always given preference to women—looked behind him and said, “Ai Isn't Lina with you?"

"Eileen, oh, Elena..." Ke Ang thought of his stubborn sister, but he couldn't help it, and his lips curled up, "She must be in the Vengley Manor, right?"

Complaining slightly, he glanced at the followers and horses behind him, and said in a calm tone, "She has always been willful, and I can only do nothing about her."

"Since her father's death, she often just stays in Palermo's Vongola Manor all day long. After Spedo's heir promised to get engaged, I gave up my control over her."

To be honest, the declining Spedo family is poor and white, so it is not a good candidate for marriage, but Ke Ang has never been very close to his sister. A man has what a man needs to do, and his upbringing is completely different from Elena's, so I don't understand my sister's thoughts either.

This does not prevent him from accepting her choice.

For this reason, both siblings are very satisfied with the status quo.

"Who would have thought that the Flawless Pearl of Palermo would make such a decision, Pengo Li, I really can't understand Elena."

"But she has always had more ideas than us. I can't believe that this kind of self-willed and depraved behavior is her behavior."

"Mr. Cohen, haven't you advised Elena?"

"Eileen has made up her mind." She even threatened him openly and secretly to express her determination.

Ke Ang didn't say the second half of the sentence, but frowned when he heard the words of the noble lady in front of him, no matter what, Elena was under his protection, and her decision was also approved by him.

Connie's words offended him.

But middle-aged aristocratic men will not speak out.

"You are a good brother." Connie said.

"Maybe."

Ke Ang was noncommittal, and he had no way of knowing whether to let his sister marry a well-matched partner or to obey what she wanted... Which is the better choice.

According to the current fashion, the lady with her hair neatly tied back on her head and decorated with ribbons nodded slightly, "If that's the case, I won't disturb your itinerary."

"Good luck on your journey."

"Thank you for your kind words." Ke Ang nodded and put on his top hat, "Goodbye."

"My lord, I tell you frankly that the people of Sicily have been in a slumber, and they hate whoever wakes them up."

"Whether it's nobles, commoners, or even the lowest scum."

"From the government officials to the votes of the people, it turns out that the new government is nothing more than a minor change in the ruling class, which has not changed the lives of the people in any way."

"What joy there was when the Garibaldi army entered Palermo, and now everything is the same."

"The nobles have been exhausted for so many centuries and have no motivation to reform. As for the common people?"

"Compared to this thought, all cries, even the most violent, are longings to forget."

"As you can see, Sicily is a place with a dangerous environment, rampant violence, and harsh climate...everything is full of tension and anxiety." Southern Italy, which has been controlled by France for many years and its resources have been endlessly exploited.

"Pleasure-seeking is for oblivion, bullets are for death, luxurious sweet drink...for luxurious peace...is death."

"Parliamentaries are people who combine personal interests with public ideals, and we are responsible for creating fantasies, but not for wild adventures."

"I understand your worries and ambitions, but I also know that I am powerless. Please forgive me for rejecting your sincere proposal."

"I also sincerely hope that you can achieve your long-cherished wish."

Nominated by the aristocracy for the Senate, and the Chamber of Deputies elected everywhere, this is the Parliament of the Italian Republic.

This is the reply letter from the Sicilian District Councilor to the Pengele family.

Don't witness with your own eyes the dirty and poor streets and alleys in the civilian areas, the narrow and dilapidated alleyways, and the land full of yellow sand when the wind blows... Boots stepping on the smooth marble floor-the light can be seen, and when you walk into the banquet hall, you will be surrounded by luxury. The upper-class people who carve furniture cannot understand the difference between them.

"Although I didn't get support, such an attitude is already considered good."

Giotto sat on the high-backed chair in front of the fireplace, resting his chin on his fingers, and said calmly.

G leaned back in front of the low mahogany cabinet, folded his arms and looked at his leader.

The pendulum of the clock in the slender cabinet wobbled and reached the count of eleven.

The author has something to say: The cornerstone of the world: Don't even think about it, thank you.Am I shameless?