Seven Hundred Thirty-Five Useful Shit

This is a spacious and bright room located on the top floor of the entire castle. The lighting here is good, and it looks like a rich family at first glance.

In fact, this place is indeed a rich place. The castle was bought by a rich man and renovated into a chamber of commerce.

Many wealthy businessmen are willing to come here for gatherings, and many big capitalists have their own rented rooms here all the year round. It's also a way for many to show off their wealth, a new standard.

The power of this guild hall is unimaginable, and it is even more awe-inspiring than the City Lord's Mansion locally.

"For the freedom of the Magic Continent!" Right in the center of the room, on the blood-red carpet, a long sword lay horizontally on top of several other long swords, and a young nobleman spoke his oath.

He looked around for a week, looked at the same young and immature faces, and said confidently: "Okay! Everyone! In the future, our descendants will give us a fair evaluation!"

"Today's rebels are tomorrow's heroes! People will remember us and praise us! Cheer for what we have done!" He said that his long sword had returned to its sheath, and he clenched his fist firmly Said.

"For this world! We want to eradicate the tyrant!" Several other young people also nodded in agreement.

"Chris has hindered the development of this world! The emperor system is outdated, and it is everyone in the empire who can represent our future!" The young man in charge said solemnly.

"Yes, but at this stage, our first consideration is to take back the power from Chris!" Another young man shouted loudly, waving his fists.

The sound insulation here is very good, so people inside can shout loudly without worrying about the walls having ears.

So if you shout such outrageous words here, no one will know. Of course, everyone in the room could hear it clearly, and they didn't care at all.

Everyone in this room hopes that Chris will die quickly, so that the Alan Hill Empire will become an out-and-out "democratic country" because there is no successor.

The fathers of these young people will be able to ascend to power smoothly, using money and power in their hands to control everything in this empire.

According to their thinking, as long as an institution similar to the "Congress" is established, their parents or grandparents will be elected as the leaders of it.

This country will become a country ruled by merchants, all laws will be more inclined to commercial capital, and merchants in this country will naturally have more freedom!

"As long as he dies! We can successfully take over the commanding power of the empire! This country does not need an emperor, what it needs is a parliament elected by the people!" Beside him, a young man in military uniform said coldly.

"In the end, our goal is to achieve full elections. After the tyranny is overthrown, in order to ensure a smooth transition, we will implement limited elections for 100 years!" After he finished speaking, he looked at the like-minded friends around him.

Sure enough, he lived up to his hopes. A handsome young man agreed with him: "Nobles vote! Elites vote! Only in this way can this country have a future!"

While talking, someone sang a catchphrase, and everyone became a little excited, as if everything they plotted had already succeeded: "For Alan Hill!"

"We must kill Chris! Only the tyrant dies! The world can return to normal!" These young people hypnotized themselves with repeated outrageous words.

A slightly timid young man lowered his voice and asked his companions: "Yes,

Will it go well? "

His companion looked dismissively, as if asking such a question was an idiot: "Of course, it will go well! Under the emperor, the most powerful ministers are businessmen, and only businessmen are the future of this world." .”

"We hold the means of production and the lifeblood of this country. Why should we tolerate an emperor and imprison our progress?" So, everyone entered a state of madness again, as excited as if they had taken too much drugs.

"Although it seems that the progress of this world is brought about by the emperor Chris! But if you think about it carefully, you will know that this is just an illusion on the surface!" Several people talked nonsense, as if they had already Knowing the truth is the same.

Because they don't have the courage to express their opinions on the Internet, these guys don't even have the courage to be keyboard warriors. That's why they set up such an organization and gathered together, full of fantasies about a world without an emperor.

"It's that damned emperor who stole the wisdom of everyone else! He stole other people's achievements by stealing and plundering, and finally made it his own! He is a thief, a thief through and through!" Several people join in the carnival, twisting their bodies and dancing.

"This can also explain why he is the only one who can come up with so many inventions that shock the world! He can't complete those designs by himself, so he is just a criminal who stole other people's things!" Others also nodded .

"Without him, our world will still progress, and all the conditions have been met!" At the end of a carnival, all that is left is ignorant self-confidence.

In the end, the few people had no strength left, and murmured a phrase that made them feel refreshed: "Hang him..."

Next door, is a small room without windows. This is not the ornate house next door, this is a mezzanine between two formal rooms.

A few middle-aged men in casual clothes put down the earbuds in their hands and looked at each other—they all saw contempt and disdain in each other's eyes.

"Should we inform the police and arrest these people?" The agent who belonged to the Special Mission Department of the Guards asked his superior softly.

His superior sneered, then shook his head: "No, let them continue, there are orders from above, it's useful to keep them."

"Keep it? How can this kind of guy who is trying to conspire against him be useful." The sergeant in civilian clothes looked puzzled, and his mind was filled with the idea of ​​rushing in immediately and beating these bastards into a sieve.

"Even if it's a pile of shit, it's still fertilizer if you throw it in the field." The leading officer comforted me, and then ordered: "I must keep an eye on these people, so that no mistakes can be made, understand?"

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Tomorrow, we will continue to update the three chapters.