Chapter 705: 19. Burning Ister River (10)

A blunt sound rang, and the box door closed.
Looked at each other, the maid's face wrinkled.
What a rude man.
Looking down at the tea cups, the expressions of the maids facing the carpet said so. After seeing all kinds of big men, they were keenly aware of Roland's attitude change when he left, and then became very unhappy about it.
Those who had the honour of seeing Her Royal Highness, whether they were princes and nobles or civilians, were all grateful and respectful. Regardless of whether they are based on faith or don’t ask for anything, their attitude is the same-pious and respectful. But the young man made the request without any rhetoric, and even treated Her Royal Highness Lady Ji Aier, who served the mother god, with that rude manner...
"You go down first."
The voice that was difficult to judge the emotion cut off the thinking. After the reflective salute, the maids took the tea set and exited the car, closing the soundproof door.
call--
Ji Aier sighed unconsciously, turned to the side and said:
"It's really tough."
"Probably not yet mature."
Silently coming out from behind the curtain, Diana answered thoughtfully:
"In this negotiation, the gap between him and Li Lin is particularly large, and may be related to experience and personality..."
"--Diana."
"Yes?"
Ji Aier stared at her sister half-open with a wry smile, correcting to:
"I think you'd better change the habit of comparing and analyzing the conversation objects with others."
"Is there...is this the case?"
His eyes blinked in confusion, and Chapter 711 appeared on the face of the cold-faced nun. It was not difficult to convince the big figures that the church was preparing to intervene in the crown and crown affairs.
"But this will only make Charlemagne more refusal to intervene. He can't believe his ability too much."
"What he believes is not his ability, but the political wisdom of the president of the consortium and the Prime Minister of the Kingdom."
Ji Aier said steadily:
"If you want to engage in terrorist politics. It is another matter. With the current strength of Charlemagne, while supporting the expeditionary forces, it can completely suppress the rebellion. But Li Lin and Richelieu are not supporters of terrorist politics. They They all know the dangers of high-pressure policies."
A prosperous country cannot be beaten with sticks and whips. With the hands of forced labor, you can only grow flowers that are colorless and fragrant-as this proverb describes, terrorist politics can indeed establish an absolute order in a short period of time and eliminate all exposed resistance. But this approach is also likely to incur another form of resistance-non-violent non-cooperation. This phrase, which is easily misunderstood as "no cooperation without violence", has not yet appeared in this world, but this does not mean that it will not appear. Passive layoffs, strikes, market strikes, product boycotts...These seemingly gentle ways of resistance can also cause occupiers to suffer heavy losses and even go bankrupt.
With the astuteness of Li Lin and Richelieu, they will not fail to see the risks brought about by this passive resistance. They are also looking for ways to weaken the crown consciousness of the people’s resistance after the suppression of the revolution. Roland’s meeting just happened to be an opportunity .
"In fact, all they have to do is to distribute what Roland has known to them, and invite the church to participate in the humanitarian relief operations they organized at an appropriate time to show Charlemagne's "justice and kindness.""
Ji Aier's smile remained the same, and the temperature in her voice seemed to decrease.
"It's a smart idea."
It's like candy and whip.
On the one hand, they used terrorist means to suppress the Republic, on the other hand, they organized humanitarian assistance. In the face of this inconsistent situation, people struggling to survive in the ruins of the earth will become easy to accept reality in extreme chaos, and bow to accept. The fate of avoidance, Richelieu then returned with the trend to the widest possible conditions, and the resistance ended.
Eventually, the crown will continue to be ruled by Charlemagne, but this time it will become more moderate, and the consortium will also benefit from rebuilding the crown. However, the church has made efforts to gain no practical benefits other than fame, and has become a wage earner for others.
This is by no means a pleasant situation, but because the Pope has expressed his position prematurely, now he can only act according to other people's scripts, and then act at his own pace.
"However, this is what happened after the rebellion was suppressed."
Licking his lips lightly, Ji Aier showed a fascinating smile like a cat teasing her prey, and said in a confirmed tone:
"Let's first see if the proud Titans of Charlemagne can successfully suppress the rebellion as Archbishop Richelieu expected."
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The back door was locked and the buckle made a "click" sound. The face that had been tensed finally loosened, just before the knee lost strength. Roland paralyzed himself on the office chair.
There is no need to be pretentious anymore-the moment you understand this, the confidence, perseverance, and perseverance covering your face are all removed. The original teenager is lying on the chair, exhaling slowly.
5 seconds, 6 seconds, 7 seconds.
"Do things you are not used to. Really tired."
After putting the body in a decent sitting position. Roland laughed bitterly.
Although it has been decided to do what it can do-no, it is because of the decision to do it. He must show a confident and strong "character", hiding all the uneasiness and hesitation. If you can't do this, let's not talk about the confrontation with Ji Aier just now, probably even Gloria and they will find him unreliable. So it's absolutely impossible to be exhausted just by this kind of trivial matter. only--
"Who is that Lady Her Majesty?"
Roland looked at his fist, clenched, let go, clenched, let go. After repeating the same action 5 times, the tremor was suppressed.
It's unimaginable. Such a petite body would actually give the sense of coercion over the giant dangerous species. Is this the standard of serving the gods? It's true to its name, but that's not what makes him so tired.
Compared to Ji Aier's sense of oppression. What made him sit still, even tired, is-is he really right?
Would it be better to continue on the track set by Li Lin? Is it possible to avoid this situation if I am more mature and notice the issue of Wang Guanling earlier? If you are more powerful, can you have more choices?
The mood was slightly relaxed, feelings of regret and self-question kept pouring in, accompanied by deep-seated anxiety.
"Even if it succeeds successfully, the dead person cannot be resurrected. There is no guarantee that Wang Guanling will return to calm, and things like today will not happen again, maybe a more intense revolution will erupt next time. In this way, what I am doing now thing--"
"Roland."
"Will I be doing stupid things—"
"Roland!"
There was a call in his ears, and it was only then that he responded that there were others in the room. He hurriedly turned his head and Minervalo was facing him with anxious and sad faces.
"Ah... what, sorry, I'm distracted."
The teenager scratched his head awkwardly, and the girl shook her head and asked:
"Why do you apologize? It's me who enters the room without permission, and it's me who apologizes."
"No, I said something strange..."
"Yeah, weird words."
After a pause, Minerva asked:
"I have never heard anyone say anything that has nothing to do with my interests."
Officials, teachers, servants, classmates-all looked at her with respectful or attempted eyes, and would never cross the boundary of the monarch and minister, even the chaotic minister who tried to kidnap her, strictly adhered to that line when he got along.
This young man was different. From the first meeting, he looked at her rudely. The etiquette at the meeting was also terrible. It made people suspect that he was a daredevil who came from the remote country to the city. At the beginning, Minerva thought he was just a spoiled young master, a young boy who was blinded by the power of his adoptive father, but as more contacts came, she gradually realized how far this guess deviated from the truth.
Roland came from the heart and faced others with an equal attitude.
It sounds unbelievable, but in the actions so far, he did act on this premise.
Rejoice for the happiness of others;
Tears for the misfortunes of others;
Reach out to those who ask for help, even if he is his own enemy;
Run around for people in need, whether he is a prince, aristocrat, or a civilian;
It's incredible.
Minerva thought honestly.
Why should this young man consider for someone who has never met, or even a hostile position, and then feel sad or angry for those deaths he took for granted?
The education I received since I was young told Minerva that the so-called ideals are naive and immature. This world is far from being simple enough to accommodate ideals that cannot touch reality. Rather than talking about those empty philanthropic ideas, it is better to create realistic results and make the world more stable.
Regardless of the theory or the verification of life experience, the above theory is correct. Even at this moment, Minerva also laughed and used his swaying calculations in his heart.
Simple, but cheap.
As long as it creates a situation that has to save others, it is considered a sacrifice of life. He will also go to the danger without any consideration. Just grasp this weakness. You can use and manipulate this honest to stupid boy.
But on the other hand, she also felt that such Roland was dazzling. Like a rainbow extending across the sky.
then--
"I want to hear more from you."
Without thinking, the words blurted out, and the girl gently held the teenager's hand.
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The roar of the engine is filtered by the sound insulation layer, and only a low "buzz" sound is left. Outside the porthole of the honeycomb structure, there is an endless horizon.
The tiny bulge stands on the line that extends to the end of the world. As the distance gets closer, the outline becomes clearer, and the noise becomes fierce.
"Boom at full speed! It doesn't matter if you burn the engine!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up! A battle is waiting!"
"Yes, I can already see the Buda City Wall!"
The men in black military uniforms laughed, screamed, and cheered. Bloodshot eyes reflected the beautiful city, looking at houses, furniture, livestock, men, women and children. The men were full of joy. Looking forward to destroying all this, with a cold smile on his face.
They like this thing: burn all the beautiful, happy, and living things to ashes for no reason, into a total destruction and disaster, and listen to the beautiful wailing as if from the deepest part of hell. Appreciate the last struggling look of the dying, and get the supreme happiness from it.
As a trifle, they can do it.
This strong city is already surrounded by the Titans crusade, and even a mouse and a flying bird are impossible to leave. The city and its residents have become caged birds, waiting for the last moment to arrive.
Now, as the "Mechanical Deity" and "Dogos. Chia" approach the city of Buda, the destroyed hammer is about to descend from the sky.
"A really good city."
The middle-aged man completed the wiping work, and put on the shiny gold-rimmed round glasses again. His short blond hair and round face, under the fat that gradually thickened, were middle-aged muscles that began to relax-Erich Deden. After putting together all the elements of the National Deputy Commander-in-Chief of Bach Zilevsky, he still lacks military demeanor. Taking off the black leather uniform, no one will link the title of this elementary school instructor to the title of a security expert. together.
"Even my myopic eyes are clear, the little spires of the city, the beautiful royal palace, and the blue Ister River."
From the bridge overlooking the pearl on the Ister River, Bach smiled faintly.
With a thousand years of accumulation and part of modernization, this city of military and political points and the intersection of economic and cultural centers makes every visitor a lasting and unforgettable impression. Even if the details cannot be clearly seen from the air, it is not difficult to imagine the holiday season, pedestrians and tourists crowd the streets, and countless laughter and laughter seems to rumble in the ears.
"It's really a good city~EbookFREE.me~ So it has the value of destruction."
Pressing the button on the armrest on the right side of the seat, the amplifying method began to work. Bach, while overlooking the buildings on both sides of the Istrel River, made a declaration with a magnetic and mad voice.
"It's a group of poor guys, flying like butterflies and dying like ants. If you stare at the ground like this, you can also greet a peaceful sleep. But I don't know if the thick worms dare to look up at the sky. This is absolutely unforgivable. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
The cover plates on both sides of the spaceship slowly moved away and arranged closely, as if the rocket launcher like a honeycomb was exposed. Hundreds of rockets were loaded and the fuse that made a "chirp" sound was about to burn to the end.
"This is not combat, nor crusade, but cleaning up the pests that bite the ideal flower! We are the messengers of death, and we are the judges of the pests! Defendant: Republican; Defendant: chaotic party; all sentenced to death ！ Capital punishment! Capital punishment! Capital punishment! Capital punishment! Capital punishment! Target'forward'! Capital punishment execution!!!"
As soon as the hysterical roar stopped, the two spacecrafts immediately exploded with dense smoke and flames. In the scream like an organ, an entire hit the cities of Buda and Pest. In less than a week, East The Ir River is burning again.