Chapter 464 Love

At this moment on the Emerald Isle, a family of wanderers who had lost their land and homes were huddled in the corner of a fence post outside the village. The woman was crying while holding her two children in her arms. Her husband held her tightly in his arms, kissing her forehead and whispering comfort.

"Don't worry, dear. It's okay. We will be fine. Everything will be fine. I promise."

But everyone knew what would happen next. Scathach Jennings picked up a piece of dirt from the ground, but was knocked away by her eldest brother Patrit.

The former bit his lip and looked at the latter. Patrit picked up a stick from the ground and smiled at his sister.

"Little fool, you have never done such a thing as fighting since you were a child. Listen to your eldest brother and go home and close the door."

After that, he walked straight to the entrance of the village with a stick. In fact, Patrit's real identity was a member of the Irish National Liberation Organization, and it happened to belong to the more radical faction.

The "drinking parties" he usually attends are actually the organization's routine meetings; there are many passionate young people like Patrit inside the organization, and these members naturally can't help but want to make a big news when they get together.

They usually like to study some methods specifically used to deal with the British and some deeds about personal heroism, and of course they have to think about how to avoid harming their families.

In fact, these young people also know that it is almost impossible for them to defeat the British. But the reason why young people are young is that they will do it even if they know it is impossible.

That's why there is the saying "Heroes have always been young since ancient times."

Patrit took out a green handkerchief from his pocket and covered his face while walking. The handkerchief was a birthday gift from his mother.

Thinking of his relatives, Patrit hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and clenched the stick in his hand again.

He hid behind a house and saw that the patrolman had taken out a rough hemp rope, ready to tie up the poor couple, and then drag them to the town like livestock, and then be sentenced by those beasts in human form in the name of law.

When he thought that his family might suffer the same fate sooner or later, Patrit's eyes widened with anger.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, so he turned around and raised his stick to hit him.

But the person who came was actually his father, and Patrit was a little at a loss.

The man snatched the stick from the boy and pulled off his mask.

Patrit quickly covered his face, and the man angrily gave the boy another slap on the head.

"Do you think it's fun to be a hero? You will implicate our family, you know? Go back!"

"I"

Seeing that the boy was still hesitant, the man kicked him hard from behind, and Patrit had to run back home in disgrace.

The man looked at the stick in his hand, and then looked at Simone's family who were about to suffer, and he could only sigh.

When a man is angry, blood splashes five steps. But as a middle-aged man, he has a wife, six children, and an uncle who has no one to support him.

He could only choose to break the stick in his hand into two pieces and go home to burn it as firewood.

A patrolman at the entrance of the village put his baton against the man's chin, and the latter leaned against the fence weakly.

"Why are you wandering?"

"No money, can't pay off debts."

"How many days have you been wandering?"

"I don't know, maybe a month."

"A month?" The patrolman pushed the baton in his hand forward again, and the man suddenly had difficulty breathing and coughed repeatedly.

The woman on the side hurried forward and begged.

"Please don't do this, he can't breathe. Please have mercy!"

"Wouldn't it be better if he died? You don't have to continue wandering with this useless guy. Go to the town to find a job and support yourself anyway. Isn't it good?"

After getting closer, the patrolman found that this woman who was troubled by poverty and hunger was actually pretty. There was no concealment of greed in his eyes, and his hand was directly placed on the woman's chest.

The man on the side was furious and wanted to rush up to fight, but these patrolmen were too experienced in dealing with such poor people and vagrants. After a few sticks, they beat the other party so that he couldn't get up.

"Please, can you lend me some money? I can go to the city to work, I can do anything, I will definitely pay you back double."

The two patrolmen smiled at each other, thinking that this woman was quite sensible. She had done this kind of thing of forcing women into prostitution many times, so she was naturally familiar with it.

"Of course. We are patrolmen. It is our duty to catch vagrants, but we are also willing to help others beyond this duty."

He took out an IOU.

"Sign it, and you will go with us. We will help you. As for your vagrant fine, we will pay it for you. Of course, it will be deducted from the loan."

At this time, a villager saw the contents of the IOU and shouted loudly.

"Simone, don't sign, they said you borrowed 100 pounds!"

One hundred pounds, this is really too scary for farmers in the countryside of Ireland.

The patrolman on the side asked back calmly.

"They violated the Anti-Vagabonding Act, and the fine alone is 50 pounds. Don't they have to pay for food, drink, defecation and urination in the city?"

There were still a few villagers who were indignant, and the patrolman said again.

"How about you pay the fine for them? Then we can go back and report earlier."

Fifty pounds, this number is really too huge. The average annual income of Irish people is less than eight pounds, and some areas don’t even have two pounds.

Fifty pounds is almost the life savings of an Irish person, and the villagers fell silent.

The patrolman glanced at the speechless poor farmers around him and said sarcastically.

"Are you all dumb? People with strength do whatever they want, that's called ability, and those who don't have strength and want to stand up for others are called idiots!"

Simone stretched out her hand. She knew what she was going to face, and the people around her knew it very well, but they were powerless.

At this time, Father Cloven finally ran to Queen Village breathlessly under the leadership of several children.

The eyes of several teenagers showed nervousness, and they couldn't speak clearly. It happened that the priest was a fat man. He sat down on the ground as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village.

Everyone didn't know what happened, but the two patrolmen reacted. According to past experience, it should be that several children stole something from the church, so the fat priest chased to the village.

You have to know that in any country at that time, clergy were all wealthy, especially those with "extraordinary figures", who were obviously living off the people's money.

Thinking of this, the two patrolmen immediately stopped caring about the homeless man and began to pat Cloven's back to relieve his anger.

"Father, why are you so tired? Did these little guys steal the treasures in the church? Do you need our help?"

The two patrolmen who had been bossing the villagers around before, turned around and fawned on the fat priest like two pugs.

"They. They" The fat priest was still panting, and it seemed that he was really exhausted.

"Why don't you bring a bowl of water to the priest?" A patrolman glared, and someone immediately went home to get a wooden bowl.

Father Cloven drank a large bowl of water and finally said slowly.

"These two people are workers in my church, I want to take them back."

The two patrolmen looked at each other, although they didn't believe it at all, but they didn't dare to say that the priest lied. Because if one person says that the priest lied, then the two sides will almost be in a situation of no return.

Because the priest cannot lie, but they don't want the cooked duck to fly away.

So the two said.

"Father, do you have proof?"

Father Cloven took out a contract from his arms. The ink on it was still fresh, and the handwriting was crooked, but it was indeed stamped with the church seal.

The two patrolmen twitched their faces twice, and then turned to look at Simone and her husband.

"Are you workers hired by the church?"

Simone and her husband were still confused, but Scathach Jennings came out of the crowd at some point.

"Yes, Aunt Simone and the others are church workers. They can live in the church and are not homeless. They did not break the law, but you hurt them. What law did you break?"

The two patrolmen looked at Scathach fiercely, and just as they were about to scold, Father Cloven spoke behind them.

"You dare to hit my workers? I will ask Congressman Walls in person tomorrow when I meet him!"

When they heard the name of Congressman Walls, the two patrolmen were immediately frightened and their legs trembled. That was a person that their immediate superiors would not mess with.

But Congressman Walls was rarely at home and stayed in London most of the time. But they didn't dare to gamble. If what the fat charlatan said was true, they would become homeless.

They didn't want to be sent to Australia or Canada, so they could only escape in disgrace.

When the two patrolmen passed the entrance of the village, they glared at the little girl fiercely, and Scathach proudly puffed up her chest.

Even if it was a flat land, it had to have the momentum of a towering building. However, Scathach was severely punished by her mother at night and was not allowed to eat.

Patrict on the side was the same, and his face was swollen. There was no doubt that he was beaten by his father.

"Hehe." Scathach smiled foolishly.

"Can't eat and laugh?" Patrit said.

"At least I didn't get beaten." Scathach continued to laugh.

Patrit went to pull his sister's hair, and the two quarreled, and Scathach began to cry.

"Sister, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"No"

"Then why?"

"I made Father Cloven lie, so he will never go to heaven in this life, right?"

At this time, the atmosphere in the room fell into silence, because at that time, both Protestantism and Catholicism required priests not to lie, just as monks could not kill and eat meat.

(The monks here refer to Mahayana Buddhism, not Hinayana Buddhism and Japanese Buddhism.)

Patrit hugged his sister and comforted her.

"Silly, God will forgive him."

At this time, two bitten potatoes were thrown in.

"It's Mickey and Tommy." Scathach judged from the bite marks on the potatoes, because these two guys were changing their teeth, one missing the upper front teeth, and the other missing the lower front teeth.

The villagers were very grateful to Father Cloven, but they always felt that this was not a solution.

Because the landlord was still there, the fact that Simone's family was employed by the church would sooner or later be exposed.

"I do plan to renovate the church, and I have already raised the funds for the renovation," Father Cloven said seriously.

"Thank you so much." Simone and her husband knelt on the ground with their hands clasped together.

"Don't thank me, thank the merciful Lord." Father Cloven is not a good man. He is greedy for money and lustful, but he only wants to be a good man at this time.

The priests in the church used a cross-shaped scraping board on the back of the sick child, hanging it while chanting exorcism scriptures.

This made the Irish islanders sigh that they had been isolated from the world for too long.

Of course, some people thought that the priests were doing something unspeakable to the little boy, but they were beaten up by several devout believers and the senior officials in charge of the village.

This is not an isolated case, but a common occurrence on the island of Ireland.

Franz knew that it was better to send charcoal in the snow than to add icing on the cake. It is true that some Irish nobles want to pursue independence, but their so-called independence is nothing more than becoming a dominion under the British Empire.

At the same time, after a period of contact, the Austrian spies reported to the country that the nobles' asking price was too high and it was not controllable at all.

In addition, Bordeaux liquid has been delivered to the island of Ireland and tried to be splashed in some areas, but it will take a few months to see whether it is effective.

Because Ireland has been isolated from civilized society for too long, its struggle experience is almost zero. This is also an important reason why the high-level leaders of the Irish rebels in later generations are almost all occupied by British spies.

So Franz decided to help them cultivate talents and parachute some leaders to them. After all, it will take more than a hundred years for those naive teenagers who are ready to rebel against the British government with Robin Hood-style chivalrous behavior to succeed.

Vienna.

The death of Chio Roma did not cause much waves.

This person is really unlucky, because Carmela Sittles knows very well that her former boss is a vindictive character.

So from the first day, she told Franz everything about the tricks that Chio Roma might play.

Franz naturally understood the chief's concerns, so he had been sending people to secretly protect Carmela Sittles.

To say that this iceberg beauty is indeed very charming, although there is no direct contact, but those men sent by Franz to protect her are very willing to serve her.

Perhaps for such true fans, secretly guarding is also a kind of love.

However, they have no love for Chio Roma and those gangsters. Under the meticulous care of the Vienna version of the West Ice Hotel, the thugs quickly told everything they knew about what they saw and heard, even including the relationship between Chio Roma and the Rothschild family.

In fact, this is not unexpected. There have been similar rumors among the people for a long time, but rumors are rumors after all. Conviction still requires real evidence.

As for Chio Roma's willpower, it is not as good as his men. He confessed before a piece of iron turned dark.

The news was sent to Franz, but it was not his business, so he handed it over to Metternich. Prince Metternich is an old fox. He knows what these evidences can do, so he came to the Lion King Pride Hotel with some of his personal bills.

Solomon Rothschild is also a wise man, and he immediately drew a clear line between himself and the Old Town Opera House. As for the evil things that Chio Roma did, the proceeds from the auction of his property should be used to compensate the victims.

So the Old Town Opera House was also bought by Mr. K and renamed "Sunlight Theater".