The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

A line of policemen burst in suddenly and menacingly.

All of them looked unhappy, searched the house, and immediately poohed angrily.

Immediately, he put on a respectful expression, bowed to the man who watched the action with cold eyes, and suppressed the anger on his face: "Mr. Stir together."

"England doesn't have the whiskey they make so perfectly." He raised an eyebrow. "Officer, please forgive a drunkard for not being able to control himself."

His words are irrefutable, Irish whiskey is famous all over the world, and it is a brand that alcoholics flock to.

It seems that he didn't notice the woman beside him. The lord has a flirtatious nature, and the police can't control how many opposite sexes stand beside him.

Even though they were dissatisfied, they could only salute again with respect on their faces: "Since the cunning traitors have disappeared, please forgive me and leave."

"But we hope that the lord will be loyal to his motherland. If you are caught covering evidence of criminals, even you will not be able to escape the punishment of the law."

They stared at him meaningfully and said that one of them slipped the ivory miniatures into his pocket when he finally stepped out the door.

Byron looked at them strangely, ridiculing, mocking, indifferent, and even somewhat hostile. This is not the attitude that a British should have towards a law enforcement officer who is also from his own country.

Immediately, Ivy knew that she had made the right bet.

As she had heard, he really hated aggression and oppression, even if the perpetrator was his own country.

This was exactly what she needed most.

At this time, other people in the tavern saw that the intruder had gone away, and they returned to the house one after another. At the same time, a group of other fugitives joined them, and they all hit the wall indignantly: "These hateful British guys, bloody bastards."

"Basque, is there any more wine?" one of the men asked.

The bald boss glanced into the wine tank, shook his head and said, "Not a single drop."

"Then can new ones be brewed this year?"

Basque sneered, "Look and see if there is any barley in the farmland, or I'll make potatoes for you to fill your unrealistic stomach."

"Forget it..." The man sighed in disappointment, "Potatoes are not enough to satisfy our hunger."

This year's famine has plagued the entire Irish people, and they can only feed on potatoes, which the British disdain for food, and the latter do not take the potatoes produced in the field for themselves because they think that the humble Irish are only worthy of eating them. rations for livestock.

After swearing, a group of men angrily threw the table over.

With a "snap", the cards and wooden cups suddenly rolled all over the ground, and Ivy heard the furious growl like a wild beast: "Our own country, where our ancestors have grown and worked for generations, what are these british people like dung doing?" Qualified to seize? To enslave our Irish people?"

"Not only can we not solve our own food and clothing, but we also have to pay rent to those greedy demons. I heard that the people in Primwich Village have all starved to death, but the British refused to bury them and set fire to them. Burn it like a sick animal!"

"I can't bear it anymore. If this continues, we will all die! Why should we die instead of the devil! They suppressed our resistance. Is it wrong for us to try to retake our territory?"

"Of course there is nothing wrong." In their anger, they heard the woman's calm voice, "We have absolute justice in our hands, why should we be patient?"

The men looked at her in surprise, and found that her cornflower blue pupils were dyed scarlet, and she stared intently at everyone present.

They are all civil forces who bravely conspired against the British. It is precisely because of this that the British law enforcement officers hunted down these rebels who dared to resist. They were forced to go into exile in different taverns, but they could not escape the minions of the superiors. .

Although they were pleasantly surprised by the appearance of supporters, it was only a woman standing in front of them.

This made them disappointed again. Basque curled his lips and smiled: "My honorable princess, although you are Irish, we understand that you sympathize with your motherland and people. But this is a matter of life and death. It's better not to participate. Those demons will not take pity on a beautiful head, and we don't want to see you go to the guillotine."

"The guillotine is for them." Looking at the people in front of her with quiet eyes, she said, "I set foot on this land today, and I never intend to leave. I swear in the name of my ancestors, I will never retreat until the future until we send our cornered enemies back to hell."

The surprised eyes of the men all turned to her.

Facing their unexpected gazes, her eyes were slightly narrowed by the sunlight through the blurred window: "Please don't underestimate the power of a woman. I can bring myself wealth that is incomparable to the enemy, and I can also He can lead his country to usher in hope."

"I have seized countless francs from Napoleon, and I have competed with the British nobles' banks for a huge amount of pounds. I have powerful mercenaries and a surname that is loved by everyone. Why can't I take back my country from the invaders?"

Her ability is unquestionable, but in their inherent cognition since birth to the present, such words should not be uttered from a woman's mouth, which is undoubtedly a huge challenge to secular concepts.

So it must have sounded shocking.

But she did say so.

Likewise, she will do the same.

"I need your strength." Ivy looked around, "Without the people who stand on the same front as me, I will not be able to move forward. Please believe in my determination, I will never let anyone who trusts me down .”

"I am willing to offer my insignificant hands." The first to speak was Basque, who had the most flippant attitude before. For some reason, the secular concept clamored in his head that this was just a woman, but his subconscious was firmly reminding him of the hope of Ireland. , perhaps precisely in the hands of women.

In silence, they stared at Ivy standing in the sunlight. The Irish sun had an orange-red light, and the sky was full of white clouds connected with the blue sky, like the first light hitting the temple.

They suddenly remembered that ancient prophecy, perhaps because of coincidence, the crowd looked at each other.

The throne of this country will belong to the Wellesley girl, and she will bring happiness to the land and peace to the people.

Although the so-called prophet is absurd and grotesque, it may be nothing more than a false rumor.But they can only choose to believe this woman at this moment.

They all have a passion for resistance, yearning for freedom, and pursuit of independence, but without a strong leader to lead them to unswervingly unite and move forward, victory is even more empty talk.

Therefore, even if the person who made the promise in front of them was just a girl, it was their only choice.

It's just that they don't know if her power is strong enough to keep her promise.But the situation is urgent, and they are willing to let go and try.

"Miss Wellesley, as long as you can save this country, I am willing to support you as queen."

As soon as the words fell, there was a unanimous approval from the crowd.

"I would do the same."

"We both would."

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