Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

In far away Dublin, in those days more than ten years ago, she was the same as now, waiting alone in the empty castle of the King of the North, looking at the bright lights of thousands of families in the distance, listening to the wind blowing with the wind. The laughter and cursing from his son waited for the resolute man named "Father" to return from the distant battlefield.

This kind of life lasted for a long time, until one day, his elder brother who seemed to dislike him suddenly approached him and invited him to go to the night market in Dublin together.She refused at first, and his brother left without further persuasion.But when she thought it was over, on the second night, her brother, who would not return home for a few days before going out, returned to the castle again and invited her.

"Stop waiting for that bastard on the window sill, how about hanging out with me?"

This time, Weicao agreed to his invitation.

In his impression, Brother Wayne was a strange person. As the legitimate son of the largest nobleman in the Northern Territory, he never wore that handsome nobleman's dress when he went out. Instead, he dressed like a street reporter.He sneaked out, but he never went to a banquet where a certain young master or young lady was drinking, but walked to the streets in the downtown area, or had a drink with workers who got off work late at night in a small shop on the side of the street, or Talk to the frustrated staff in the bar, or listen to the chirping of summer insects in the reed field beside the moat in the early morning, and act as a free psychology for men and women who don’t even know their faces Doctor and Emotional Mentor.Even if he seems to have never been in a relationship.

Weicao never understood all this, just like he did not understand why every time his father asked his brother to cut off contact with those lower-class people, why Wayne would always lose his temper and would not hesitate to quarrel with his father.

Until one day, Wayne once again brought reeds to the reed field beside the moat, the place that the name "reeds" symbolizes, and asked:

"Weicao, can you understand why I did this?"

At that time, Weicao half-understood and replied: "Because my brother thinks they are very pitiful?"

"Why are you poor?"

"Because...the workers are always squeezed by the boss until midnight to get off work, the employees always have to choose [voluntary resignation] under the boss's difficulties, and the couples who come to the reed field in the evening always receive suggestions to break up?"

"They all came to Reedland in the middle of the night, so what else could it be other than looking for a place to break up, I just gave it a push!"

Wayne scolded,

"This doesn't count!"

"It's good that you can understand. It's better than that bastard. From today on, you're my friend."

"But am I not your sister?"

"It's a friend!" Wayne emphasized. "Actually, I want to call you gay...I don't know why, but I have this word in my head. But I don't think you're ready to be called gay yet." That realm. So, you still have to work hard, Weicao. Remember to come with me next time when you go to the grassroots social practice survey, understand?"

"Understood." Weicao replied half-understood at that time.

Since then, Brother Wayne took her all over the streets and alleys of Dublin, led her out of the empty castle, and made her realize that this land is actually bigger, and life is far more than just one room. A small castle with a greater ideal and a better future.

Weicao believed that it would be the same this time.Wayne will still push open the door of the villa when she needs it, and tell her...

"Bang bang—"

"Weicao, are you there?" Wayne called, with a somewhat reproachful expression on his face, "Stop lying by the window in a daze, why are you still the same as before?"

"I'm here, come with me."

Just like now.

"Here we come, brother!"

Chapter 62 A corny story with a fresh ending

"Mandra?"

Weicao thought for a moment, then sighed,

"It's only natural for her to do so."

"Why do you say that?"

Wei Na asked curiously.It was the first time for her to chat with another sister of Wayne at such a close distance, a sister of a different race. Although it was about business, there was still a strange feeling.Especially Weicao is almost completely different from her personality, she is silent and introverted. If she is not asked, she will hardly speak, and will only act as a bystander.

"Mandela hates the zero nobles in Victoria, my brother should know this."

Wayne nodded at the sound.The fact that Mandela cursed the Victorian nobles 24 hours a day in prison is now well known to everyone in the upper class of Victoria. A few radical officials expressed that they could not bear such an arrogant bandit leader, and even proposed not to go through the trial process The proposal to kill them directly, but most of the nobles who survived the Lentinium Trial maintained a good attitude at this moment, and laughed off such insults.

Weicao said slowly: "It's a long story. The one who really knows about Mandela is actually my sister. I only heard about Mandela from my sister later."

"Mandela was born in Dublin County in the north of Victoria. His father was a local mine owner, and he was a little famous in the local area. But later, he went bankrupt."

......

It's a pretty old story.

When Wayne went to the prison in person to interrogate Mandela, he still couldn't forget Weicao's brief summary of Mandela's short life.

Mandela was born in a mine on the border of Dublin. Unlike Yelena Frost, who was also born in a mine, Mandela was born in a mine with complete qualifications and good treatment. Most of the employees are Dublin locals who have not been infected with ore disease. young people.Mandela's father implemented all the rules listed in the Victorian mine operating standards, and equipped a complete set of mechanized operation equipment and perfect protective measures for the mining and purification of the most dangerous source stone mines.Thanks to the crazy industrialization of Victoria in the last era, even though the cost was high, Mandela's father's mine was still doing well, and the annual profit of the entire mine reached hundreds of millions of Victorian gold coins at its peak.Mandela, who was born in this era, was truly born with a golden spoon in his mouth.In such an excellent environment, Mandela spent her childhood happily.

But like every story, there will always be some turning points. In a turmoil, Mandela's father's mine closed down.The reason for the closure is very simple - the war, a war that spread to the whole of Victoria more than ten years ago.

War of the Roses, also known as the War of the Victorian Succession.The initiator of the war was Wayne's father, the guardian king of the northern border, and the defender of the war was Londinium, whose throne was vacant at that time, a Victorian nobleman who supported the "orthodox faction", and the leader [Lord of the core city of Londinium] , the purse of the Empire, the Grand Duke of Lancaster.

Everyone knows the outcome of the war. The king of the north finally defeated the army of Londinium, and the Aslan royal family from the tributary finally ruled the whole of Victoria with lightning speed.This looks like a magnificent and wonderful epic - dissatisfied with the chaotic situation in Victoria, the emperor, who was determined to set things right, drew his sword and went south, and finally captured the city of Londinium, which is known as the city that never falls, and eliminated the nobles who emptied the emperor. Lan once again became the real master of Victoria.

But how can there be any good things in war?

In order to fight against the Lentinium Legion, which controls the most fertile area in the central valley of Terra, with the weak northern border alone, the king of the northern border ordered a general mobilization within the governance area centered on Dublin, and all resources must be prioritized for war. Serving while the people? "The people suffer first".

The origin stone can not only provide armored vehicles, land ships, war fortresses, and drone legions and steam armor troops to move forward, but also artillery, steam armor soldiers, and the main weapons and ammunition used by the army. Played a vital role in the war on Terra.It is conceivable that as the most famous civilian mine in Dublin, when the frontline battle was tight, it naturally received the attention of the King of the North.

In order to bridge the gap in equipment and firepower between the resource-rich Londinium, the King of the North ordered the conquest of Mandela's father's mine.Of course, this requisition required payment, and the King of the North offered a high price for this—the mining rights of the entire territory of Dublin County for the next three years will belong to Mandela’s father after the war. In addition, although not much, the [-] Victoria gold coins that could maintain a good life during the war were also given to Mandela's father as compensation for the expropriation of the mine.

If the war ends within a year as expected by the King of the North (in fact, he did, which is an unimaginable miracle in the history of Victorian wars), then Mandela's father will become the most wealthy man in the North after the war .With three years of mining rights for the entire territory and the inevitable increase in orders for origin stones during post-war reconstruction, Mandela's father may be able to establish a family business as large as an oligarchy in the Casimir Chamber of Commerce.

But of course, he went bankrupt.How can an ordinary businessman without a noble title and no backer deserve such wealth.The nobles who went to negotiate with the King of the North agreement easily led their private soldiers to slaughter the mine, then cut off Mandela's father's finger, and pressed his fingerprints on the mine transfer authorization letter.

Obviously they were born in different backgrounds, but the final outcome is the same. Frost Star encountered the perverse actions of the black mine and the picket team, while Mandela encountered the greed of the nobles and private soldiers for money, and bullied the weak.That day, she just happened to hide in the exhaust vent of a large machine because she was playing hide and seek with the children in the mine, but she happened to witness the complete "cleaning" of the entire mine.

When she tremblingly removed the grille of the exhaust port after dark and climbed out, the first thing she saw was the empty mine under the moonlight.

The corpses were cleaned up and piled up in a pit and burned to ashes. The mine was thoroughly rinsed with a sprinkler and looked as clean as new. In the security room of the mine was the leader of the private soldiers who was in charge of guarding the mine. The staff dormitory full of familiar uncles and aunts is now full of beasts in human skin.Mandela didn't dare to do anything, she didn't dare to run away, because she didn't know where she was going after leaving the mine, but she didn't dare to stand where she was, afraid that she would be caught too, and be executed like those ashes , burned.

She just hid in the exhaust pipe like this. The nobles didn't know how to run the whole mine, so they could only put these high-end equipment aside, put the prisoners of war brought back from the front into the mine, and put a decent mine The farm has become an Ursus-style black mine.Fortunately, no one cared about the lives of the prisoners of war. Under the uninterrupted work, at the cost of a few people being exhausted, the nobles submitted the source stone processed products that met the basic output of the mine to the frontline army on time, avoiding the troubles caused by the northern border. Wang's suspicion and accountability.

A total of more than ten days passed like this. Every night, Mandela would sneak out of the exhaust pipe and eat the food hidden by the black workers sleeping on the mine, until one day, she walked out of the pipe again. , but was blocked by a girl in a dark green coat.

The girl introduced herself as Celtic, was overthrown by the evil Victorian nobles, and vowed to restore the throne and return the fair and just King of Drake to the people of Victoria.After asking about what happened to Mandela, she set the entire building on fire in front of Mandela, and those sleeping private soldiers ran out of the building with their buttocks naked, burning with an inextinguishable blue flame , The scream of fear is like being eaten by ghosts.They were burned to ashes along with the whole building, just like Mandela's father who was burned to ashes at that time, scattered on the mine.Then, Celtic gave Mandela a cane.

"You are still young and need a decent staff."

"Take this and kill your enemies with your own hands." Celtic pointed to the security booth.

..........

"I have reopened the investigation of that case. The person who committed the crime was the Baron of Cape Town under the Duke of Normandy. He is dead. I killed it."

Through the strengthened glass, Wayne spoke slowly to Mandela who was silent on the opposite side of the glass.

Mandela curled her lips in disdain:

"So what? Victoria's nobles are all bastards, so what if you kill one? Can you finish it? You can't, you so-called royal families are high-sounding, and you make countless promises and then turn your head as air."

"I can."

"Ok?"

Wayne suddenly smiled, took out a newspaper from his arms, and handed it to the guard beside him.

The guard turned around, trotted towards the passage, came to the cell, and handed the newspaper to Mandela.The title is - [The Londinium Massacre].The attached picture is a shocking picture of a lamppost swinging.

"I can, and I've killed."

"I, Wayne, do what I say and do what I say, and I never make big cakes."

"If you want..." Wayne took out a passport from his pocket, stood up again, picked up the shovel beside the chair, and placed it in front of the glass window.

"This is an employee card of the Anti-Corruption Committee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Victoria. Not only the Baron of Capetown, but also several people committed crimes in that war. You can use it to understand your grievances for yourself. I believe that the evil If there is a bad report, you will not report the wrong revenge. And this shovel."

"The Baron of Cape Town is buried in Block [-], South Hill Cemetery, Cape Townshire."

"It's a corny story, but I decided to give him a fresh ending."

"The dragon slayer defeated the evil dragon, the warrior defeated the evil demon king, and then the warrior threw away the ancestral grave of the noble family who turned the dragon into an evil dragon and the magician into a demon king..."

Wayne looked at Mandela's surprised and dull face, and said seriously:

"One yard is one yard. After the account is settled, we will talk about it."

Chapter 63 Although, but, are you a social cow?

The king killed all the nobles for her people?

This sounds like a joke. Throughout the ages, which king would do such a thing.A man who symbolizes the pinnacle of secular power destroys the foundations that support his tower of power-a bloated aristocracy so huge that even the most deviant Colombian pulp novels cannot write such content.But the photos in the newspapers will not lie, the hideous faces hanging from the lampposts will not lie, and the white silk of "national mourning" floating in Londinium will not lie.

When Mandela was walking on the streets of Londinium holding the Luoyang shovel bestowed by Wayne, her mood was far more confused than staying in prison.

What should she do now?

Should I take out the special visa of the Anti-Chamber Committee of the Ministry of the Interior of Victoria in my arms, and seek revenge for the remnants of the nobles who did ugly things to her and her family back then, or board the road to Cape Town? Carrying this Luoyang shovel, he went to plan the grave of the Baron of Cape Town, dug his body which had been turned into a pile of bones out of the grave, and whipped him again and again until he had vented his anger. until?

Wayne gave herself the right to do so without any hindrance.Wayne even gave her trust, letting her walk on the spacious streets of Londinium so casually, without a visible watcher by her side.Wayne told her that one size fits all, she can confidently and boldly complete her obsession, and then have a serious talk with him again.

Mandela hates the hypocrisy of the Victorian aristocrats. What they promise is always different from what they actually do, but they always shirk the so-called "this is nothing to do", but there is really one person who takes the high-sounding words as The reality is fulfilled, but the hatred in Mandela's heart does not know where to put it.

"Can I go to the park? I want to see it with my own eyes...just to make sure."

Mandela said to himself, with a moderate voice, causing passers-by around him to turn their heads in doubt.The Victorian citizen wearing a round cap held his female companion on his arm, turned his head and saw a girl standing alone in the middle of the street with a strange shovel, very lonely, so he kindly said:

"Have you lost your way? This is East [-]rd District. The nearest park entrance is East [-]th District. Go east. But it's closed now. You may not be able to get in for the time being. Come home early, kid, and now Londinium is not there either." An Ning, I heard that there are Drake's Avengers wandering around the streets."

Mandela turned her head and stared coldly at the tall Dorian who was trying to pat her on the head from an upward perspective. It was not until the man was dragged away by her female companion that she lowered her head and muttered:

"The leader is not an Avenger. Stupid Victorian."

"You're a Victorian too, aren't you?"

Wayne sat on a bench by the street, put down the newspaper covering his face, and said softly.Mandela glanced at him, shook his head, and nodded again:

"I'm a Victorian, but not this Victoria."

"The newspaper said that the Drake Avenger from the Deep Pool raided the ceremony, wounded me, and then killed most of the nobles present, but people don't know that the person who really did all this is the one who claims to be The 'wounded, stunned, and unconscious' me."

Wayne said slowly.Mandela nodded impatiently:

"I know, I know, you executed those nobles, because they betrayed the interests of the people, violated Victoria's laws and so on. Who knows if what you said is true? Even if it is true, you will not be the same All blame has been placed on the leaders? In order to protect the peace and stability you said, and to suppress Shen Chi and Drake. Force everyone to admit that you are righteous."

"You're wrong, Mandela."

Wayne said seriously,

"I never forced Celtic to admit that I was righteous, in fact Celtic didn't even show up until I passed out, and when I woke up, it was already like this."

Mandela froze, turned her head, and asked angrily in shock:

"What do you want to say? You mean, the leader himself took the blame for you? Don't be kidding, how could the leader help Aslan..."

Mandela's high-pitched voice gradually weakened. Under the respectful gazes of passers-by around her, her ears gradually dropped, and her voice became a little weak. Her severe questioning gradually turned into a pleading to maintain her self-esteem. She seemed to be praying. Confirmed to Wayne:

"Right, the leader wasn't voluntary, she didn't...didn't acknowledge you, did she?"

"You don't have to admit this fact for the rest of your life." Wayne stood up, rolled up the newspaper, and lightly hit Mandela on the head, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, " But my answer is, she did it voluntarily."

He reached into his pocket, took out a ticket, and handed it to Mandela:

"Now I give you a third option. You can go to New Wales in person. Celtic is now serving her sentence in a temporary prison in New Wales for the crimes she committed. When Drake City is built, her place of imprisonment will be moved to a special prison in Drake City. If you want to ask, now is the best time."

"You can choose revenge, or you can choose to seek an explanation from the deceased, or you can go to New Wales County and ask your leader to verify whether she voluntarily helped me take the blame for this purge, and verify Does she recognize me, Wayne Bruce, as the sole ruler of this great country. Or, you can pretend to be deaf and dumb, turn a blind eye to what has happened, and continue to be locked up in your cell as a prisoner of the Deep Pool until We captured Ahmoni and sent you to the court together."

Wayne seemed to suddenly remember something, and added:

"Speaking of which, there is one thing I forgot to tell you. According to the confession I obtained during the Great Cleansing, Ahmoni graduated from the Royal Victorian Guards Academy and swore allegiance to the Grand Duke of Amherbad. Before working for the deep pool , she is the confinement and staff member trained by Grand Duke Amherbad. After working for Shenchi, she will still receive her salary from Grand Duke Amherbad every month. We have obtained a lot of evidence that can prove that Ahmony She is a double-dealing spy. By covering her, listening to her, and doing things for her, you are actually working for the group of Victorian nobles you hate the most."

Seemingly feeling that his words were a little deliberate, Wayne explained:

"I said this not to provoke you, but to simply state the facts. Whether you believe it or not, and to what extent you believe it depends on yourself..."

"Needless to say. I believe it." Mandela replied, "You... no, forget it. Akhmony and Victoria's nobles are not good breeds. I guessed this a long time ago. Who is called The leader believes in her so much. Now it seems that the leader will also misunderstand the person. Therefore, even if the leader approves of you, it does not mean that I will recognize you. "

"I don't need your acknowledgment." Wayne shook his head and said.Everything he did was never for the approval of a certain person, but for the present and future of all the people.

But these words obviously choked up Mandela, who had finally found a step under the stairs. She pursed her lips, skipped the topic hastily, and took off the pendant with the imprint of the deep pool hanging from her neck. Necklace, handed to Wayne.

"Hold it, this is the leader's token."

"Unicorns know how to use it. That's all I can say!"

Mandela sniffled, turned her head away, to prevent Wayne from seeing the unbearable expression on her face, and said loudly:

"Also, don't think that you can pinch me to death. The three choices you gave me..."

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "You didn't choose any of them?"

Mandela put the shovel on her shoulder, as skillfully as a worker in a mine, this movement that was once engraved in her memory seems a bit unfamiliar now, she paused word by word: "I want all Choose!" Then he left towards the distance of the street without looking back.

"You're going the wrong way, the airport is here."