Writer saves the world

Baudelaire resigned.

Under the eyes of everyone, he walked openly and aboveboard, no one dared to stop him, and no one could stop him. France lost another surpasser and at the same time lost a supply ship and a sailor. Mr. Hugo, who had high hopes, just watched helplessly. Watching Baudelaire leave in a supply ship.

"It's not going to Nevernd anyway." Mr. Hugo said so. In the days when there were no stupid commanders, as the highest-ranking officer in the garrison, he did not hesitate to issue a disguised strike order that all staff were on standby.

Asking is the traditional art of the French. After so many years of hard work 24/7, Mr. Hugo has long been impatient.

His supernatural ability [Les Miserables] is a panacea skill that can be used on all terrains to attack, defend and assist. It can modify and continuously affect the rational cognition and mental state of intelligent individuals within the scope of the supernatural ability. In terms of brainwashing ability and flexibility, it is weaker than Orwell's [1984], but it is superior in its wide scope and long duration.

But no matter what, Mr. Hugo was really exhausted by the full output of more than 18 hours a day for several months, and he really couldn't squeeze out a single drop-his ability priority on Nevernd Ranked behind Verne, as a domain-covering supernatural ability, he lost a bit first. Every time he added a mental buff to the fighters on Nevernd, it was double consumption. To be honest, Hugo wanted to stop Baudelaire at that time. It's not really possible to beat him.

After all, it is easy for Baudelaire and Rimbaud to blow up fireworks and brush smoke/screen bombs. [Flower of Evil] has its own hallucinogenic properties that confuse reality and illusion. All the witnesses and descriptions of Baudelaire's battle scene flow into There is no reference value.

On the first day when he didn’t have to get up early to work, Mr. Hugo rarely slept well. He slept with no tasks on his head until he woke up naturally. During this time, he felt refreshed like never before. He even came to the next door in a good mood. Mr. Daniel Defoe, who was walking around (inquiring about news), chatted a few more words.

It can also be seen from the staffing sent by various countries that no one is prepared to go head-to-head with the traitors. The ones sent are either Hugo Baudelaire's spiritual department or Defoe's position-making department. As for whether he was playing the mouse for fear of hurting the head of state on the island, or to delay time and fight for power, Hugo didn't bother to think about it.

If he thinks too much, he may not be able to help but want to resign and leave with Baudelaire.

Defoe did have his own views on the current situation, but he didn't say much to the Frenchman Hugo, and chatted with him with a smile. agreed verbally.

There is no need to fight seriously in the short term. The trend of public opinion in the country has made Defoe vigilant. This matter is likely to lead to the end that the government least wants to see. Fighting too hard will end up being incompetent. Being scolded, Defoe has no interest in dedicating himself to defending politicians.

Moreover, his supernatural ability is also a domain-covering type that wants to compete with Verne for territory. Like Hugo, he has a low priority on Nevernd and has the disadvantage of being a back-hand. Defoe also wanted to rest after months of tossing.

"By the way," Defoe poked Hugo, lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Do you have [that] magazine over there? Show me too."

At a time like this, everyone knows which [that magazine] is without naming names, but Hugo didn't answer him directly, and asked instead: "Do you have any over there?"

Defoe spread his hands speechlessly, "Who is okay to take that kind of thing out on missions?"

Besides, in order to prevent their people from being unstable, the government directly unplugged their network cables. Guxuan's overseas communication depends entirely on satellite phones, and there is not even a newspaper in the supplies. Think about it, only the group next door who never forgets the wind and snow. The Frenchman had the leisure to slip a couple of literary magazines into his military supplies and deliver them before the government ban.

Defoe maintained some contact with the outside world through various channels, and he also heard about the turmoil caused by various "Zhengming", and even when he communicated with his colleagues in the UK remotely, several of them showed obvious vacillation. It made Defoe feel as curious as weeds, but he never had a chance to see what was written in the magazine over there, and he felt that he couldn't sleep well at night if he didn't get it.

Hugo looked at Defoe's rosy and plump face, which had been sleeping well every day, and pulled back his sleeve from his hand expressionlessly, "I'll finish it first."

On their side is the one that Baudelaire confiscated from his subordinates. Hugo read half of it yesterday, and Defoe had to wait in line to borrow it.

"Okay, okay." Defoe agreed, and made an appointment with him for the time and place of the next joint transaction (bu), and strolled back to his own camp for lunch contentedly.

However, as the only transcendents and supreme officials stationed here in Britain and France, Hugo and Defoe's small actions can be hidden from their subordinates, but they cannot be hidden from the transcendents from other countries who are staring at them.

These two thick eyebrows and big eyes are sneaky, and there is a ♂ problem ♂ problem at first sight.

Forgive them, this kind of stalemate and almost unplugged by the motherland's network cable is too boring, no matter how outrageous gossip can become their source of happiness.

Now these transcendents are in a period when they have a common mission and are in the same position. The smell of gunpowder/powder between each other is not as strong as usual, or in other words, various missions usually kill each other to entrap each other, and they just fight out a little bit of sympathy. There is no mission pressure right now. They don't mind getting together to chat for a few words, even joking and exchanging some information. Those who don't know think they are good friends.

As a matter of course, gossip also came together, followed Hugo and Defoe to catch them.

Then, Hugo's "Contest" became a semi-public reading that was circulated privately by the transcendents of the countries stationed in the Nevernd sea area, and became the culprit for their awakening from sleepless nightmares in the middle of the night.

The one who can most empathize with the transcendent is the transcendent itself, the cruel wound that can force the betrayers to stop the war at all costs, and it is also a heart-wrenching pain that others dare not touch.

It's just that some people haven't reached the critical point of collapse, and some people are so numb that they can't feel the pain.

And the government that was supposed to appease their emotional stability failed to do anything. Politicians are always so good at sprinting backwards, or the betrayers let them see the possibility that the knife will be cut on them. After Baudelaire's resignation, he realized the sense of crisis that the Transcendence is not in control, which made the government's attitude towards the Transcendence more subtle.

Especially for the Transcendents who carry out the Nevernd mission, who are very likely to come into contact with the betrayers and who are beyond their reach, they say they are jealous and guarded, and they are careful to please them everywhere, but they say they are holding them, but they always have mistrust everywhere. The transcendents who had nothing in the first place seemed to have something, felt uncomfortable and simply imitated Hugo and Defoe's passive sabotage, and casually handed in some battle reports to fool things.

Those officials and gentlemen didn't want to fight seriously, so why should they embarrass themselves.

As if they wanted to fight more.

The betrayers are the companions they used to get along day and night and even entrusted their lives to. To put it bluntly, the relationship is much closer than those politicians who shout at them, even if they hypnotize themselves a hundred times. Betrayers are unforgivable enemies , their hearts are still uncontrollably pulled and shifted by those heart-piercing words.

Let the politicians figure out what to fight.

As a result, the already stalemate battle progressed more and more slowly, but the fireworks on Nevernd exploded more beautifully every day.

In fact, this is not only the case on Nevernd, the latest issue of "Contentation" has caused many transcendents to fall into a subtle war-weary mood. The government's ban is still half a beat behind, and reading a magazine is nothing more than breakfast time.

Even the transcendents who are serious about doing the task also show a little bit of trying to lie down and don't want to work, and some simply make some mistakes on purpose, and shut themselves up to find a clean.

But no matter how they hypnotize themselves, there are still voices echoing in the deepest part of their souls, together with the words that hook their most painful memories, like demons whispering in their ears, tempting them to go deeper into hell together.

You too have had enough.

You've fucking had enough.

Yes, to hell with wars.