Poverty Alleviation Princess

As if she didn't realize what she said, A Yuan froze for a moment, and then squeezed out a monotonous voice of unknown meaning from her throat.

"……what?"

"Well... I'm also sorry for saying that suddenly, but the characteristics, or the setting of Musashi-san, is such a thing." Miyamoto Musashi said with a smile, but if you look carefully, there is such a smile in that smile. A trace of bitterness.

It's not that she hates this kind of life, in fact, because she has always had a good "luck in meeting people", she often meets some happy companions, there are all kinds of exciting, worthwhile This trip thing.

But occasionally there will be a little bit... really just a little bit of helplessness and loneliness.

No matter how good the relationship is, no matter how many things you want to experience together.There will always be a sudden separation at a certain time.

Powerless, helpless.

Sometimes she can't even tell what caused that little emotion.

Is it because of the helplessness of the fate of constantly wandering and being rejected by the world, or is it because of the reluctance to part with each other?

"That's right."

Anyway, he is someone who has seen several big scenes, A Yuan quickly adjusted his mentality.

"After all, that's what it said at the beginning, the employment time limit is until you leave the position."

It was something that was agreed from the beginning, but she forgot about it because nothing had happened for a long time since then.

"That's what happened."

Miyamoto Musashi shrugged helplessly.

How should I put it, even though she didn't have any big use this time, more often than not, she's like a free-for-all... What kind of 'salary thief'?

There is a little bit of guilt, but for a person like her who has seen all kinds of bad things, it is the best for ordinary people to work together to make life better scene.

Like the warm sunshine in late spring.

Obviously it’s just the sunshine that will be everywhere all year round, but it is extraordinarily comfortable, making people nostalgic to the urge to sleep on the straw mat that is properly tanned.

What's more, there are so many good-tempered and talking young girls here, she is really good.

"Then... has the day been chosen?"

"There is no specific date, no." Miyamoto Musashi quickly waved his hand, "How should I say it, it can only be said to be a hunch? Intuition? It is said to be soon, or it may be a month or two or even longer. "

She comforted her with a smile, and then withdrew her smile and showed a serious expression: "But if there is another scene like this in a short time, you will probably be expelled immediately."

The relationship between 'world' and her is probably like that of 'hotel' and 'tourist'.

The inn that doesn't like her can stay for a while, and the inn that hates her will expel her quickly.But it's not absolute. For example, once an 'excessive' battle like today happened, the hotel that was 'indifferent' to her would expel her as if she had encountered an annoying guest.

In fact, when she confronted those strange things this time, she was prepared to be expelled on the spot, but no matter whether she was expelled or not, she couldn't watch the children and teachers being slaughtered.

It's just that although she was lucky enough to stay, the feeling of being partly torn apart still exists-as if there is only a rope between her and the current world.Once this invisible and intangible rope is broken, the connection is completely broken.

On the other hand, the plan of Giotto and Spedo was temporarily shelved because of this unexpected incident.

Although Spedo really wanted to make Giotto fully understand the fact that it is not advisable to reduce the number of troops, but he understood that things should always be prioritized, and the most important and urgent thing at this time is to investigate these strange enemies.

Not everyone has the combat power of Miyamoto Musashi. If an ordinary member encounters such an tireless and painful enemy, the chance of surviving is very low.

Not only because of the disparity in power, but also because of fear.

Man can fight the same human beings, but is afraid of the unknown.

"What the hell are those things?"

"It's a monster."

"I've never encountered such a thing before. They couldn't have come here with those foreigners."

"Who's right?"

The voice of discussion suddenly entered the ears.

"To be able to defeat so many monsters alone is not a person with such power as the leader and the guardian... That Miyamoto Musashi is also a monster."

"If you have time to criticize others, it's better to improve your own strength quickly." When passing by, Spedo said coldly, "After all, no matter what it is, if you don't have enough strength when you encounter it, you will just die. "

"Are you still counting on someone who can follow you at any time to save you?"

The handsome young man sneered and strode away.

The discussion about the eldest lady and her entourage has never stopped.

Although she has orchards and assets in the local area, the Two Sicily is a conservative and xenophobic place. Her status as a 'foreigner' makes it impossible for some people to accept her like a compatriot.

Even if it benefits from her.

Even if she paid a lot for it.

Only that idiot Giotto still thinks that Peng Lie is a kind and united person.

The days that followed were uneventful.Their carpet search did not find any trace of these monster-like things. It seemed that they really appeared like the monsters in the story, involuntarily appearing suddenly, until they were defeated.

But the children's outdoor teaching is still canceled, and people are not going out after the evening.Places where people have to watch the night are also arranged to form a team of masters with superior combat effectiveness.

That way, no matter what happens, at least you won't be caught off guard, and at least someone will sound the alarm.

Giotto sent Lanbao and Zhaoli Yuyue to be in charge of security, while Spedo and G focused on investigating these 'living dead soldiers' related matters.

It is true that the living dead will not speak, but as long as he is artificially created and has traces in this world, Spedo has the confidence to find them out one by one.

Just digging three feet into the ground, looking for every single thing, really let them catch some tails.Follow the tail all the way up, and finally locked on the 'missing persons'.At the same time, I don't know if it's good luck or not, because sivnora was also attacked, so they have a newer batch of... 'reference objects' to study.

In this day and age, there are not many missing persons.

People who lost their land for various reasons, or lost their jobs for various reasons can only live on the streets.Homeless people 'disappear' for various reasons almost every month.

It is said to be 'missing', but in fact most of them are dead.

Those who got drunk and stumbled, got sick, and even died of starvation, heat, or freezing.

Because he is a homeless man, even if he is missing, almost no one will pay attention to him - when he was in London, Andy's situation was similar.

Although he was taken away, but if it weren't for Cain, Giotto and A Yuan who worked hard to find him and rescue him, then no matter how much he suffered, he wouldn't care if he would eventually be exposed to the wilderness .

This gives many dark organizations an opportunity to take advantage of.

Whether it's recruiting peripheral members, or looking for a scapegoat...

Even human experiments.

"So these people are all bums?"

G looked at Spedo in disbelief.

"Mostly, but not all."

Spedo took off his protective clothing, and threw the protective clothing and gloves into the trash can next to him.

"But that strange power..."

If the corpses of ordinary people can possess such powerful power through casual transformation, wouldn't those who possess the technology have to unify the world?

Indefatigable fatigue and pain, and possesses strength far beyond normal people.

Boiling can kill people.

"It's attached."

Spedo very experienced evaluation.

"Probably using the power of the flames—but the method is still unclear." He rolled his eyes and looked towards the room with a closed door at the diagonal rear. "Maybe it was using some magic... or the power of rituals."

"If you leave it alone, it should be lost over time and eventually disappear—it's like putting oil on the wood and then lighting it up. When the wood and oil are gone, the fire will naturally disappear."

"I just don't know who came up with such a genius idea. If there is a chance, I really want to know it."

"Spedo!"

g frowned.

"You can't talk about it? Then you are really boring."

The corners of Spedo's mouth curled up into a smile that seemed gentle but whoever looked at him was angry.G rubbed the fire while watching, and took a few deep breaths before calming down.

He was indeed always wary of Spedo.But Spedo's poor popularity must be found in himself.

Who can stand being so eccentric all day long.

...Oh no, it should be said that no one can bear it except Giotto.

G calmed down, and asked in a flat and non-bullying voice: "So you know the source?"

"How is it possible." Spedo shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't notice the strange tone of the other party. "If I knew, I wouldn't have time to talk to you here. Of course, I went there early in the morning to look for information."

"If Pengo Lie can have this information, then our combat effectiveness..."

"Are you crazy?" G still couldn't hold back, grabbed Spedo by the collar, and almost lifted him up. "You dare to say such a thing, you really are..."

"Evil nobleman, isn't he?" Spedo continued indifferently. "You've said this dozens of times, and it's exhausting to hear."

"That's enough, let go, the information is still there, why are you angry?"

Spedora tugged on his scruffy collar.

"Then, let's explain the situation to Giotto."

Arnold and Prince Albert in London also got the news later.

"The news is true?" Prince Albert looked at the information on the report in surprise.

"Yes, the source of information is reliable and the degree of authenticity is very high."

Arnold responded indifferently.

"I mean my cousin... No, I'm not kidding." Prince Albert pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What is the number of this undead soldier?"

"According to the information from there, there are not many—probably because the success rate is still very low, or the cost is too high to bear."

Arnold frowned slightly.

"Normally, this should be used as a trump card at a critical moment, rather than being thrown out so hastily as a consumable."

This is also where Arnold is very confused. It is a pity that he was not at the scene, otherwise he would definitely be able to get more detailed and true information.

Of course, this is not to say that the fruits of his labor against Vongola's intelligence workers, it's just that compared with the professional ones, they seem a little bit rubbish.

"Unless there is some reason why it must be done?"

Prince Albert took over.

"Speaking of sending out this kind of semi-finished product, it can't be that there is no money." He pondered, "Then it should be a matter of timing. If you don't act now, it will be too late——I can only guess like this."

But here comes the question again, why is it too late?

This kind of research is by no means a one-time effort. It is the result of a lot of manpower, material and financial resources. If it was him, he would definitely choose a more mature time to use it.Even if the money is tight or something happens, as long as it is not a catastrophe, it is not worth taking out the results of betting everything in such a hurry.

Or they still have a backhand—that is, a more mature and powerful force than this one.So things of this level will be used directly.

If so, it is a very serious problem.

"Although you just came back." Prince Albert stood up and took a few steps, and then stood in front of Arnold with a guilty and serious expression, "But I'm sorry, can I ask you to go back and continue the investigation?"

"It seems that this thing only appeared in the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies and the Kingdom of Sardinia," and you can only get more information there... and you are the one who is most familiar with it at this stage. "

In addition to ability, intelligence work relies more on the relationship network.

Although they have many intelligence workers outside, in the Kingdom of Two Sicilies, only Arnold has really penetrated inside.

While his lovable cousin is the one who's really 'in it', Arnold is really just incidental.

"I see, I'm leaving today."

"No... there is no need to be in such a hurry."

After talking about the most important thing, Prince Albert's expression softened again.

"Tell me about your situation over there first."

He sat on the couch with his hands folded in his lap.

"The Kingdom of Two Sicilies is still very backward in all aspects due to the war. Whether it is economy or technology, it is still..."

"No, I'm talking about your situation, my cousin, and how you feel over there."

"She... feels like a fish in water."

Although there are many jobs and she is often very busy, but judging by the appearance of that eldest lady, she is able to do her job with ease.Whether it is the factory or the orchard, she is very relaxed.

As if he knew the inside story very well.

Compared with those days in London, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies is obviously the stage for her to play.The whole person is radiant (are you sure?) A lot.

"She reorganized the orchard, expanded the planting area, and cooperated with local forces to establish factories and schools."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that it was too thin, so he frowned and added another sentence.

"Many local people are very grateful to her."

"It's amazing."

Prince Albert praised.

"It seems that I underestimated her too much."

At first, he only thought that the other party was a sensible and strong little girl.Out of fellowship, he wanted to protect her for a few years until she got married, so she could use the strength of her husband's family to protect herself, or fight for her due share of interests.

Of course, it doesn't matter if she chooses someone with little power like a university professor or a businessman, as long as she gives up her status and assets in other people's hands, and stays in London as an idle lady, he is also confident that she can keep her safe for the rest of her life.

The jewels and cash in her hands are enough for her to spend a comfortable and prosperous life.

But now it seems that her ambition is definitely not to revolve around banquets and beauty treatments every day, but more, bigger... Maybe she even wants to compete.

But that's a good thing.

Both for her and for myself.

"how about you?"

Prince Albert looked at the young man in front of him kindly, his wise eyes seemed to be able to see through everything concealed.

"I have nothing to say."

Although many things have been done.

Whether it's collecting intelligence, being taken away in a carriage and held hostage, or taking revenge with son Giotto's team, there is nothing particularly worth mentioning.

"Oh? So many reports and summaries, isn't it worth mentioning one sentence?"

Prince Albert picked up another stack of documents.

That was information related to the Kingdom of Two Sicilies reported by other intelligence workers, and naturally also recorded Arnold's 'great achievements'.

From the time he dealt with Raymond's private army, to when he was a 'mercenary' punching armed forces and stepping on foreign organizations.Either one is good enough to write a story about.

Arnold turned his eyes on the stack of information, and then replied with a wooden face: "There is nothing to say."

Then he added a sentence as if he was afraid that Prince Albert would continue to ask.

"They are all vulnerable."

The implication is that 'the enemy is too good to be recorded in the information at all-naturally, he doesn't need to bother to record'.

"That's it." Prince Albert didn't mean to be serious, he casually threw the stack of documents back on the table. "So, what about Giotto?"

He looked at Arnold without urging him, but just looked at him gently - like a greeting between an elder and a junior.

Arnold didn't answer right away, as usual.

He didn't think His Royal Highness would mention Giotto for no reason, so his answer might affect Giotto's future.

He needs to be careful.

giotto is a nice guy.

At least for myself, he is not an annoying person.

Although he often chirps and talks on his own, he always treats things with excessive enthusiasm.He also has a soft heart and unnecessary compassion for a leader.

But he's a nice guy.

He is a good man who can lift many people out of hardship and suffering.

No matter how he evaluates himself, the people on that land all need him.

And perhaps because he was too familiar, he seemed to have influenced him a little without knowing it—at least, he would not reject his approach.

He was obviously more willing to go out with Giotto as a mercenary than to be a bodyguard and a microphone for the eldest lady.

While exercising his body vigorously, he collected information at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

However, he is an intelligence agent of the Empire.

Arnold closed his eyes.

He has absolutely no intention of betrayal, but in the eyes of others, his actions may be no different from betrayal.

What's more, now that he was asked by Prince Albert, he was shaken.

After a few breaths, he still answered.

"He is a good man."

A nice guy, but that's all.

Arnold's gaze became even more indifferent.

"He is the leader of Vongola, one of the biggest powers in the Kingdom of Two Sicilies, and he is quite famous in the local area. I have cooperated with him several times. His combat effectiveness is first-class and his commanding ability is also very strong, but he is too soft-hearted and cares about his subordinates very much. and the people in the territory are his weaknesses, if we act on this..."

"I don't doubt you, Arnold."

Prince Albert interrupted him.

"In fact, it is a good thing that you can meet new friends." He motioned Arnold to sit down, "You are different from other intelligence agents of the empire. In fact, I was a little happy when you said you would join the intelligence department, but more It's worry."

"It's a great thing for the intelligence department to have someone as powerful as you join in. You are smart, calm, and possess first-class skills. Whether you act in a team or alone, you can always complete the task perfectly. But at the same time, I also worry about you."

Prince Albert sighed and poured him a cup of tea.

"Your temper is too cold, people can't figure out what you are thinking, and you are not willing to express your thoughts in words. In addition, you have reached out to the intelligence department, where everyone has to suspect and no one can believe it. , I have been worried that you will be alone forever."

"..."

"You don't have to rush to answer."

Seeing that Arnold was silent, Prince Albert stood up.

"I just want to say that you have always had other options - think about it."

After he finished speaking, he patted Arnold on the shoulder, opened the door and walked out of the room, leaving the room for him to think.

Ah Yuan was dreaming again.

Probably because Fei Qi has been so busy recently that he has too many things on his mind.

The quality of her sleep during this period was very good-to the extent that ghosts would not let her have energy-draining dreams.Memories and heartbeats are of course important, but the food and drink of thousands of workers, as well as hundreds of young students, are the most urgent matters.

Add to that the shock of having Musashi-kun leaving at any moment, and the threat of that strange undead soldier.

It's hard.

So much so that when she suddenly appeared in the familiar primitive jungle environment, she was still in a trance.

Who am I, where am I, what am I supposed to do...

A shadow suddenly blocked in front of her, A Yuan looked up along the shadow, and saw the familiar young man with a hedgehog head looking at her with arms crossed.Although it is still very small, it already has a bit of later posture.

Did Madara like to look at people in this posture when she was a child?

The young Uchiha Madara looked at the girl in front of him who obviously hadn't recovered, sighed and said, "Do you know how long it has been since you came last time?"

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