Good-looking, not allowed to farm

(One)

"Macomb, will that mysterious person really donate a sum of money to us?"

In the hotel room, George asked with some doubts while packing his luggage.

Macomb pondered and said: "Sorry, I don't know for the time being, but whether it's true or not, I have to come and confirm..."

"But it's dangerous!"

George stopped his hands and couldn't help showing a little timid look on his face, and said with a little excitement: "This is the royal city after all, Macomb! If someone recognizes us or discovers the identity of our rebel army , will definitely catch us in prison again, and then...kill us."

"Take it easy, take it easy honey, you're a little too nervous."

Macomb smiled, and then hurriedly said comfortingly: "Wangcheng is so prosperous, and the flow of people is so large, as long as we don't go to any conspicuous places, and don't do anything that attracts attention, we won't be so easily invited." If people find out, they won't be caught."

"But I'm still very scared, if the mysterious donor is fake, if the whole thing is just playing with us, if it's a trap..."

"Don't be afraid, George, it won't be. What's the use of setting such an elaborate trap, except perhaps to catch a few people?"

After analyzing it for a while, Macomb said again: "Look, it's fine, when I meet with that person tonight, I'll go there alone, you just need to stay quietly in the hotel and wait for me to come back." , there will be no danger."

George still had some apprehension on his face.

But he has always been weak and lacks his own opinions, and he is always used to obeying those around him. Therefore, after being persuaded by Macomb a few times, he stopped saying anything against him.

only……

"It would be great if Jamie was here, he is very courageous, he will not hold you back, and he can help you." George felt a little guilty about his timidity, and couldn't help sighing a few words.

Because of this, he couldn't help asking again: "Macomb, has there really been no news from Jamie lately?"

"No, since we separated, I have been trying to find a way to track down those robbers, until not long ago, I found out..."

Macomb was silent for a while, and also thought of that smart and quick-witted boy.

Then, he sighed, and replied softly: "Sorry, I haven't had time to tell you because I was in a hurry to come to Wangcheng. Not long ago, I found out about those robbers, and they were finally caught in a small town. and then...they were all hanged."

George's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he asked in great horror, "Then..."

His voice trembled, "Could it be...Could it be...Jamie, Jamie died too?"

"No, I asked specifically, he was not among the robbers who were hanged."

Malcolm replied patiently: "So, George, don't worry, he's so clever, he might have run away long ago."

...but could be dead already!

Macomb silently kept this possibility in his heart.

Because he didn't want to make George, who was already timid, even more afraid; at the same time, he himself couldn't bear to accept such a sad result.

After all, he was the same as George, praying over and over again in his heart, hoping that the brave and smart boy would be safe and sound!

So, the house fell silent.

Wait for George to pack all the luggage silently.

Only then did he speak again, this time out of pure curiosity: "Macomb, do you know the lady in the blue dress downstairs? I just saw you walking over and talking to her."

"No, I don't know."

Macomb paused, because he didn't want to mention "Marian" and simply explained: "I'm a little interested in the book she read, so I went to ask a few questions..."

George did not doubt that he had him, and said enviously, "You know a lot and you have read a lot. Unlike me, I haven't read anything, and I am slow to learn."

"Just learn slowly, don't worry, you are still very young." Macomb smiled, still gently persuading.

"But Jamie learns everything very quickly. Didn't you say before that he could recognize a lot of words in just one night?"

"That's because he already has a certain foundation."

"But some things are also a matter of talent. As others often say, nobles are born to hold a pen, while farmers like me can only wield a hoe."

"Don't say that, George."

Malcolm frowned, and retorted, "Jamie and I are not nobles. There is no saying that people are born with something. What you see is just the result of acquired education."

"Ah, sorry, I accidentally said... I said something you don't like to hear." George scratched his head embarrassedly, and then lowered his head in shame.

But Macomb didn't blame him, and his tone was still gentle: "It's okay, it is difficult for a person to change his original concept, but I will try my best to correct you and tell you what is right and what is wrong. If you If you still have doubts in your heart, you can always ask me.”

"I actually don't know what doubts are..."

George tried to think: "Actually, I never thought about this before I met you and Jamie."

"I don't think about the difference between nobles and peasants, let alone freedom and equality."

"Because, all of this is taken for granted, the nobles are high above me, and I'm only worthy of working hard... But now, I'm starting to think about it."

"I would think...why is my life so miserable? Why can those nobles bully me casually? Obviously I have been so obedient and worked so hard, why I still don't have enough to eat and face being thrown into prison from time to time danger!"

Macomb listened calmly the whole time.

George went on to say: "I didn't think about this before. I used to think that it was the destiny of people."

"But now... I'm starting to think about it."

"To be honest, Macomb, some things, once you start thinking about them, make people feel more uncomfortable. If you don't want to understand, you just have to accept your fate; if you think about it, it will make people feel sad, and you can't make it through the day. .”

"But the strange thing is..."

"I'm not happy to let me go back to the bewildered state of the past."

"Because you've learned to think, George."

Macomb couldn't help but said with praise: "This is very good."

George smiled shyly.

Then, he stared at the unknown distance for a while, and suddenly asked: "Macomb, the government always calls us a rebel army, saying that we have betrayed the king and the country; but we always call ourselves the rebel army, Well, I'm a little curious, what's the difference between the two? Why don't we just call them Rebels?"

"Because we never betrayed anyone, we were just forced to resist helplessly."

"Then... what exactly are you resisting?"

"Fight against all injustice."

"Everything is unfair? Do you mean the nobles?"

"The nobles are only a small part."

Macomb said softly: "There are still unjust laws, unfair systems..."

George was a little stunned when he heard it, and finally he couldn't help sighing: "It sounds too difficult."

Macomb smiled and said optimistically: "But try it, maybe you will succeed."

"Then what if we succeed? Then?"

"Then... create a new world."

George couldn't help but opened his eyes wide again, and asked in surprise: "Create a new world, but isn't that something only gods can do?"

"No, you are wrong, the world has always been created by people."

Macomb persuasively and patiently said: "George, think about it carefully! Whether it is a house, a field, or the wide roads, aren't they all the result of people's hard work? Could it be that the gods have come, Will you help you build a house, plant a field, or build a road?"

"Well, you have a point, but it sounds a little scary. Macomb, you seem to be saying to me that ... there is no God."

When George said this, his body couldn't help trembling, apparently he wasn't used to Macomb's words that had no fear of God.

So, he pursed his lips, prayed silently for God's forgiveness, decided to change the topic, and asked in a low voice: "Then what is the new world you want to create?"

Macomb couldn't help thinking for a long time.

In fact, he didn't have any specific ideas, so he answered some ideal words: "All people live together in harmony, there are no nobles, no kings, no one who is superior, and everyone is equal. Then, everyone can With enough food through hard work, no one will starve to death, no one will freeze to death, and everyone will live together loving and helping each other."

George imagined it longingly.

Then, he smiled: "Sounds good."

But in order to realize such a beautiful ideal, it is always inevitable to take risks.

That night, under the worried gaze of George, Macomb put on a wig, a mask, and a cloak with a hat, dressed like those in the royal city who stay up late at night and sneak away to meet with sympathizers The noble, cautiously along the way, came to the agreed place, under the bridge of a bridge, dodging.

In a hidden corner under the bridge, a person wearing a cloak and a mask had been waiting there a long time ago.

"you are late."

The man said unsatisfied.

"Sorry, I'm not very familiar with the route of Wangcheng, and there was a fork in the road." Macomb said apologetically.

"I hope it won't happen next time." The man didn't care too much, just warned.

So, the two stood side by side, looking at the river not far away.

"Excuse me, are you going to support us?"

Malcolm was the first to break the silence, asking in a polite low voice.

"It's not funding, exactly, it's trading."

The man replied unhurriedly: "I will pay, but you have to do one thing for me."

"But I have received word that there is a well-meaning person who is willing to give generously to provide a campaign fund for the Rebels, no questions asked."

"I changed my mind. I didn't ask for it at first, but now I have it." The man said in a somewhat willful tone.

Macomb couldn't help being silent for a few seconds before slowly saying: "If this is the case, it's hard for me to confirm whether you will change your mind again."

The man said: "If the transaction can be established, I will show some sincerity to ensure that the transaction can be carried out."

Macomb hesitated for a moment, so he had to ask: "Can you tell me, what is the deal?"

"Help me kill someone."

"...You probably misunderstood, the Resistance Army is not a killer organization."

"But resistance requires bloodshed. When you fight, don't you only defeat the enemy, but don't kill the enemy?"

"Fighting and assassination are not the same thing, sir."

"In my opinion, it is a necessary means to achieve the goal, and it will cause people to bleed and kill people."

"...I need to think about it."

"Of course, but please don't make me wait too long."

So, after the man stuffed a small note to Macomb, he turned around and left.

Malcolm watched him go away before looking down at the note.

I saw a name written on the note—Dreisel.

(two)

Mrs. Laureys was never able to keep any secrets.

It has not been two days since I happened to meet Duke Henry at the gate of the witch's fortune-telling gate...

She was beside the pillow, gossiping with King Richard mysteriously: "Your Majesty, do you know what Duke Henry is up to lately?"

King Richard was lazily leaning on the head of the bed, eating grapes leisurely.

Hearing this, he was a little surprised: "Oh? Even I don't know what he's been up to lately, but you're well-informed and already know?"

Mrs. Laureys was very proud of it, and she wanted to show it off all the more.

She immediately uttered a bunch of nonsense that Duke Henry used to coax her, "Fortunately, you are still the prince's brother, but you don't know how to pay more attention to his thoughts. To tell you the truth, he recently I want to get married."

"marry?"

King Richard subconsciously repeated the word, and couldn't help commenting: "I thought he was enjoying the unfettered life of a bachelor at present."

"It's true that a bachelor's life is very happy, but when you're old, you probably still want a wife at home," said Mrs. Laureys solemnly.

"So, Henry is busy looking for a wife recently? Does he have someone in mind?"

"Well, then I don't know, all I know is that he went all the way to find a witch for marriage."

King Richard was a little unbelievable.

Because, as far as Duke Henry's character is concerned, he doesn't seem like the kind of man who would enjoy family fun. I'm afraid it's true to find a witch, but what kind of marriage is it, it's probably just a nonsense.

But Mrs. Laureys believed it.

She also swore to the king that she was not lying.

King Richard, not wanting to argue with her, pretended to believe it.

But on the second day, he told Judian about the situation seemingly unintentionally, and asked jokingly: "You have studied women a lot these days, can you guess who Henry's favorite is? "

Judian smiled on his face, and only said that he didn't know who Duke Henry had in mind.

But he thought over and over again about the king's words 'very researched on women', and he was very suspicious that this was His Majesty reminding himself that 'he has done a little too much recently', so he finally reflected on his own Behavior.

Then, he started to turn his head desperately, recalling the recent developments of Duke Henry, and wanted to tell His Majesty some valuable news to prove that he was still useful.

Finally, it took him a long time to think of a piece of news, and he deliberately exaggerated: "Well... I really don't know if Duke Henry has any favorites, but recently, he seems to have gone with Earl Safir Sorensen Pretty close."

"Safir Sorensen? Well, why do I keep hearing about this man recently?"

Richard frowned and muttered to himself, but he didn't say anything after all.

However, he actually knew vaguely in his heart that Henry, the half-brother, probably had some ambitions.

For this reason...

After listening to Judian's words, the king had some suspicions that Henry might be wooing the new noble forces...

But the king didn't think that Duke Henry had any ability to make the new aristocratic forces easily join him.

So, he thought about it for a while, and planned to turn his head around to Safir Sorensen and the others to give a warning on the sidelines, and then left the matter behind.

It's just that although there is a solution to the matter, I still feel a little uncomfortable about being calculated.

Richard couldn't help sighing in his heart: "Henry, Henry, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Then, he couldn't help thinking of another brother.

A younger brother who has no name, no title, no right of inheritance, and even his own existence can only be regarded as a scandal. He probably has no chance to be recognized in this life.

"Look for a chance another day, see that little guy again!"

His Majesty the King relaxed a little, and thought with a little pity: "That poor child, maybe he really thinks he is Dressel's illegitimate child."

"However, that's fine."

"If you don't know anything, you won't have any delusions that you shouldn't have."

On the other side, after falling out of favor for a long time, Judian managed to regain the king's attention.

He couldn't help keeping this matter firmly in his heart, and when he got home, he called Levin over and asked him to send someone to monitor Duke Henry and Earl Safir Sorensen to see what they were doing recently. What the hell?

I was also worried that Levine would be careless and miss some clues.

He also specially instructed in detail: "If there is anything unusual, don't bother, come back and talk to me."

Levine readily agreed.

Then he turned around and told Jamie about it.

Jamie was dumbfounded.

Not long ago, he listened to Master Dressel's popular science on the dispute between the old and the new aristocrats, and today he was accidentally involved in the intrigue of the royal brothers.

For a while, I felt dizzy.

In addition, there is such a person next to him holding his own handle, watching him covetously, just waiting for him to fulfill his promise and give him benefits...

In a trance, he had the illusion of "I'm probably the protagonist of some kind of shit series, right? So, any bullshit will come to me in the end".

"...do what you have to do."

Jamie thought for a while and said, "But if you really get any useful news, don't rush to tell Judian, come to me first."

Levin raised his eyebrows and asked deliberately: "How do you say?"

Jamie couldn't hold back for a while, made a face at him, and said angrily: "It's boring to do this again, are you pretending to be stupid? Judian will only go to His Majesty when he gets the news, and ask for credit for himself." .As for you, he doesn't care, let's go and rest! So, except for someone like me who you have a handle on, who will not fight or grab, and leave all the credit you should have to you?"

Levine then smiled with satisfaction.

Apparently, that's what he wanted to accomplish by telling Jamie.

Just, just that...

Still not satisfied, he continued to urge: "Remember the benefits you promised before, don't play tricks on me! So far, I am still very patient, but if I wait too long, maybe .”

Jamie didn't want to spoil him at all, and immediately put on a look of indifference: "When and what to do, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you do it."

Then, he changed his tone and said again: "But if you insist on me doing something that I can't do for the time being, I'm sorry, it's up to you!"

In the end, he declared very bachelorly: "I have been a nobleman now, and I have enjoyed all the blessings, and I will die at worst."

Levin took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.

Then, a smirk resumed on his face: "I'm just saying, since we cooperate with each other, we must trust you."

Jamie smiled, not believing a word of it.

It's just that I don't have a chance to kill this guy for the time being, so I endure it for the time being.

Levine was equally grinning.

But deep down in his heart, he didn't intend to help Jamie hide his identity all the time, but thought: "Wait, first get the evidence that this kid pretends to be a nobleman. Then, wait until the title is promoted again; wait until I Judian has generally become a close vassal of His Majesty; when he is completely useless to me...I can immediately find an opportunity to expose him...At that time, hehe, I must personally crucify this little bastard alive on the cross .”

So, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Again a 'friendly' consensus was reached.

At the same time, after some consideration and investigation, Macomb also made a difficult decision.

He met under the bridge again with the mysterious person, and said to the other party: "Minister Dressel is not an easy target for assassination."

"But if you insist on this, we can also try, but this is not a small matter after all..."

Speaking of this, Macomb said with a very serious face: "We also need a certain guarantee that you will indeed give us the money after you are done, and you will not cross the river and tear down the bridge and break the contract halfway."

The man smiled softly and promised: "You can rest assured on this point, as long as you get rid of Dressel, the money will definitely be sent to your hands. After all, before that, without Dressel, I also wanted to subsidize Yours. As for the guarantee..."

He turned around suddenly, facing Macomb, and slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing a thin, eagle-like face.

Then, he said unhurriedly: "Since I want to show my sincerity, then allow me to introduce myself—Safir Sorensen, an ordinary earl."