The days of learning black magic in another world

To use one word to describe the current Lena, that is "the arrow is on the string".

Or "riding a tiger is hard to get off".

She should have known that the last chance to stop Helle Velen was before he opened that damned "little" workshop, but she missed it, and it was too late now.

Things have developed to the present, even if she wants to repent, even if Heller Velen agrees to let her repent, those nobles who have already tasted the sweetness will not allow her to go back, so this leaves her with only one choice, That is a road to the dark.

Her long table was also scattered with news from Brown County and Lamore County—nearly a hundred workers from both sides assembled to riot, among them, the Brar family in Brown County was attacked while on vacation at the manor and died. Quite simply, although the Blair family is called a family, there are only a few members. They are descendants of a dilapidated nobleman who took advantage of the east wind of the textile machine to regain some of the glory of the past. The influence of it is what gives Reina a headache.

She gritted her teeth. At this point, she could only forcefully suppress this group of people.

And not only to simply suppress them, but also to suppress them like a thunderbolt, so that the workers in other regions who are about to move because of the stupid Brar family who can't even save their own lives dare not move again—seriously , what kind of dilapidated Brar has become?The first thing to do when you get rich again is to build a fortress, don't you know?Forget it... Let's think about how to remedy it.

Yes, the remedy... she needs a clear, overwhelming victory.

Reina gritted her teeth, got up and walked outside.

Joe quietly handed her the cloak, and the young queen's destination was King's Cathedral.

……

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

"Your Excellency, perhaps you have heard the news from Lamore County?"

"Oh! Do you mean that group of lowly poor people attacked the blood of the Brar family?"

"Yes, it's really daring. Don't you think... the Holy See should express something?"

"Your Majesty, that's just a bunch of mobs who don't even have weapons. Isn't this something you can solve by sending troops?"

"Your Excellency, I'll just say it straight. I hope that the Holy Son can accompany the army. I hope that the holy light of the Holy Son can influence them and deter them."

……

"Scott? Are you reading again?"

"Teacher." Father Prescott raised his head and glanced at Father Fosdale who came in through the door.

"Scott, Her Majesty the Queen wants you to go to Brown County with the army to suppress the rebels."

Father Prescott frowned slightly.

"It's just a bunch of rabble. It's not difficult. Her Majesty probably just wants to use your reputation to let those humble and daring poor people know what wrong they have done."

Father Prescott turned the pages in front of him coldly: "The Holy See does not interfere with dynastic changes."

"Huh?" Forstall was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha...Scott, Scott, when did you become so humorous?"

"The Holy See will indeed not interfere with the change of the dynasty, because no matter which family rules Wulang, it makes no difference to us, but the incident in Brown County is not manipulated by any Wulang family."

Father Prescott closed the book coldly: "Teacher, you should understand that no matter what extra explanations you add to this matter, it cannot change the fact that it is a boring human civil war, and the Holy See should not involved in the civil war."

"I've rested, teacher, I'll deal with the abyss first."

Father Fosdale watched Prescott leave in a daze, and it took him a while to recover:

"Forget it, it's the same if I go there. Alas, it's really troublesome. I just don't want to travel far when I'm old..."

……

Little Jack was the first batch of workers in the Brar factory. In fact, it is very easy to identify which are the "old men" and which are the "newcomers" in the Brar factory.

The kids who were about the same age as Little Jack were old people who had been there since the Brar factory was built, while the adults were recruited because there were no kids around who weren't working in the factory.

Little Jack was a newspaper boy before entering the Brar factory. When the Brar factory recruited workers, his salary was twice that of selling newspapers!So Little Jack immediately came to sign up.

After he entered the Brar factory, he immediately missed those days of selling newspapers. Although the daily wages were only enough to buy two pieces of black bread, the Brar factory...

The Brar factory is hell!

What he has to do is very simple, stuff the cotton ball into the opening at the starting point of the spinning machine, and then keep the machine moving, leaving the rest to the machine itself.

It's easy, right?

But this action has to be repeated hundreds of times per hour, a total of more than ten hours a day. If today's cloth production does not meet the standard, everyone will be beaten.

Little Jack sometimes felt that he was covered in cotton wool in his sleep, and then he couldn't help coughing until he woke up.

The old White of the machine next to him was the last batch to enter the factory. When Old White was assigned to the machine next to him, Little Jack couldn't help sneaking a few glances at him.

It is said, it is said... Old White once came to smash the machines in the Brar Factory at night, and a large piece of the outer wall was indeed missing that day... Unexpectedly, Old White also entered the factory, but it is true, and now he is spinning at home Going out to sell is already a loss-making business, at least Little Jack's mother stopped early.

The days at the Brar factory seem to be day and night. From the beginning of work to the end of work, Little Jack actually does not feel the passage of time, only knows that his hands and legs are moving.

After a long time, when the new pain has almost become a new habit, Mr. Devil appeared.

Mr. Devil said a lot to them, but to be honest, Little Jack couldn't remember most of what he said. All he could remember was the feeling of anger burning his brain when he heard those words. At such times, Mr. Devil will let them--

"Stay angry."

Little Jack shook his head, trying not to think about Mr. Devil's appearance.

He still doesn't know why, among all the people, Mr. Devil treats him particularly favorably. He is neither the sharpest nor the strongest. Old White said that when the time comes when all their souls are sacrificed to Mr. Devil, He should be the main dish, it is said that the devil likes the tender taste of the soul of a child...

He touched the small mirror in his arms, it was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen, but it was used to contact Mr. Devil, and he didn't dare to use it at all, let alone carry it around like this.

Now it's because they are in the Brar family's estate.

After arousing the anger of everyone in the entire Brar factory, Mr. Devil gave them the layout of the Brar manor, which marked the number and location of the Brar family's guards.

As for weapons, wouldn't it be possible to dismantle the machine?

After they successfully broke into Blair Manor, Little Jack hurriedly found a place to contact Mr. Devil—because Mr. Devil had repeatedly emphasized to him that once they launched an attack, he must be notified. With that half-smile look on his face, Little Jack couldn't help shivering. He didn't want to take the risk of notifying Mr. Devil even one minute late.

After finishing the conversation with Mr. Devil, he put away the mirror, ran to join the others, and then he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He had never seen such a large room, such a high room, such soft chairs, such a warm stove, such...

He saw old White frantically stuffing things into his clothes, he was a little confused, what's the use of stuffing?They will face the suppressing army tomorrow, so they can't take these things to fight, but he didn't say anything, because Old White probably didn't care about the answer to the question "What's the use of stuffing it?" He just wanted to That's all.

Little Jack slept on the "bed" by the fire all night, it was soft and fluffy... so comfortable and warm.

When the sun came down again, they searched a large amount of food from the grounds of the manor, and began to replenish their strength. Little Jack took on the responsibility of Mr. Devil's microphone, and tried hard to remind them not to eat too much.

After a full meal, they picked up weapons and ambushed outside the manor. Since they knew that the army was coming, and the army could set fire to the manor, they had no reason to stay inside.

Little Jack was the youngest, and he was loved by Mr. Devil, so he was placed in the position of sentry.

He nervously looked in the direction of the city gate.

After staring for a long time, a long time, a dark figure finally appeared.

He was about to turn his head to remind everyone to get ready when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Like a broken machine, he turned his head back sluggishly.

White robe.

White!

He reached into his arms tremblingly, and frantically knocked on the mirror. He knew that it only took two knocks, and Mr. Devil would know that he was looking for him, but he couldn't control his movements...

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer. He looked at the motionless mirror, gritted his teeth, ran back to notify everyone, and then slammed on the mirror desperately.

Everyone waited nervously for someone to come into the manor, and then they could set fire to surround it.

But... for some reason, the army stopped.

"What's the matter, little Jack?"

A familiar face finally appeared in the mirror, and Little Jack lowered his voice and quickly said, "There is a priest in the army that came!"

"I see."

The mirror went off again.

The army stopped about tens of meters away from their ambush.

Confused, little Jack narrowed his eyes trying to figure out why they stopped suddenly.

But what he should look at is not the front, but the top.

With the top of Brar Manor as the center, the dazzling white light gradually expanded from one point.

After a while, a thought suddenly flashed through Little Jack's mind—"Why is the sun so strong all of a sudden?"—then he raised his head and saw the most terrifying and dazzling sight.

The dazzling ball of light spread wildly at an astonishing speed, and the light itself rushed towards the ground where Little Jack and the others were standing.

Little Jack heard himself making a sound that was a bit like a hiccup, a bit like a gasp, and he thought that was the last sound he could make.

Until a snowflake fell in front of him.

The light passed through his body, and it took him a long time to realize that he was not dead. The snowflake in front of him flickered for a while, as if it was a little darker, but it still floated in front of him perfectly.

"Good morning, little Jack, are you ready to learn magic now?"