The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Ivy soon discovers that these ostensible alcoholics are all hidden talents and wise men.

The dilapidated and desolate slums are the habitats of geniuses, but because of the strong suppression of the colonists, they had to hide their talents, suppress their germination of resistance, and hide in the most remote corners of the city in a tacit understanding with each other, escaping from time to time. Sweeps and searches by officers and police.

Prior to this, Ivy had inherited mining rights in Ireland, and at the same time swaggered to open a military factory. Of course, these were difficult to handle under the nose of the colonial government, but Ivy used it to provide weapons and equipment for the Duke of Wellington's army. In the name of cannon, contraband can be manufactured without scruple, and the government has no right to interfere.

After all, no one could find out that the factory's real weapons output had already greatly exceeded the army's needs, and they were all hidden in underground warehouses. Only her workers knew the inside story.

What's more, no one dared to expose this practice of stealing the sky and changing the sky. She has such a famous brother, and it is completely understandable to manufacture more and more sophisticated weapons for him. Now he is representing the British nation against France, and he entrusts all British power to him. The hope of the people bears the eyes of their eager anticipation.

"Dear princess." She was leaning over her desk to make samples for a new-style musket, when Basque's worried hoarse voice suddenly came from behind her, with a rare restraint in her tone.

In order to keep in close contact with the crowd who secretly supported her at all times, Ivy lived in a manor near District 2. She bought it from a retired British officer and soon built a huge arsenal underground.

Her doors are always open for conspirators, as she likes to call them.After all, now that they are planning rebellion and independence together, her desire is the throne and scepter of this continent.

And they wanted liberty and full rights as adult citizens of a kingdom, and the latter was the gift of the former.

Basque is their recognized central figure, quite prestigious in the local area, and his demeanor has always been decisive and dismissive, but now he seems to be full of sorrow, his thick eyebrows are wrinkled in pain.

"Miss Duchess." He never asked for help, so this time he seemed extra hesitant, "I have a request, if it makes you difficult, please ignore my words."

"It's not against the law to make a request. You don't need to be restrained. Please let me hear your sincerity and sincerity." Ivy put down the water storage pen in her hand and looked at the shy Basque with a smile.

The strange thing is that although this young woman is beautiful in appearance and full of unapproachable sternness, the words she utters are inherently calming, just like the spring breeze in the time sequence of March, turning the bushes that are about to bloom The roses quietly blow open.

Some people are born to be leaders.

Basque had to sigh in his heart.

He didn't know the true heart of the woman in front of him.But at least her traits in the eyes of others are enough to resemble a goddess descended by an angel to bless the world. She is elegant, resolute, intelligent and patient, and even people can't help but surrender to her believers.

She discovered the unknown talents of many of her partners, and sent them to different positions, such as monitoring the accuracy of firearms in her military factory, manufacturing durable household items to benefit the people, and replacing her ferry to the other side. England handed over factories there.

So far, they haven't even noticed Ivy's unacceptable shortcomings.

Her personality is very strange, but it is this contradiction that constitutes her unique personality traits.

When he gets angry, he will say unscrupulous swear words, but then he can say "thank you" calmly and gracefully. The red lips and dimples are full of style, and his incomparable charm is enough to attract everyone.

Obviously arrogant people are often easily reviled, but they are willing to serve her, under the command of the pair of lace fringed gloves, and are fascinated by the determination and bravery exuded by that bright mind.

Basque thought of this, avoiding her gaze, sighed and said: "We have a deeply affectionate brother named Roy. His ancestors were hereditary nobles in Dublin, but he was imprisoned for participating in the movement against the government. The court sentenced him to hard labor. However, this brother is weak and sick, and we are all worried that he will not survive the day we rescue him."

As he said that, he glanced at Ivy who was listening, and said, "If you don't make it difficult for you, can you send him some rations? The British officer in charge of guarding there is like a wolf. Under the instructions, the prisoners not only starved for a long time, but also suffered under the threat of their butcher's knives."

Lucas was the governor of Ireland at this time. He was born in the English aristocracy. He liked to kill and was greedy by nature. He drove a group of vicious dogs to become his lackeys, and the blood of countless heroic rebels was splashed under the guillotine.

Those police and army are just tools for his reign of terror. With their gun barrels and bayonets, countless wailing and crying are entangled in his hands that are keen on beheading and gouging out eyes.

His name means the one who brings the light, but since he landed in this ancient country, the dark clouds suddenly enveloped this suffering nation. Broken between the mud, people can no longer hear the laughter lingering in the air.

Ivy was thinking about meeting this legendary demon for a while.What's more, it is easy for her to extend a helping hand to an insignificant person, so she smiled and said: "It's just a matter of little effort, I will try to rescue our partner, maybe it can save him from prison .”

As if to see the intention of the hostess, Basque's face flashed with tension, his bald head suddenly turned red, and his tone of voice was angry: "Please avoid that bastard Lucas, he is not only greedy He is a man of nature, and he takes pleasure in raping girls to satisfy him. You must have heard of his family. His ancestors made their fortunes by conspiracy and occupation, and there is even a tradition of deboning and skinning enemies who fall into his hands. After all, you are a woman , I am very worried that you will inevitably fall into the tiger's mouth."

Who says men are not sheep?Perhaps he was at best a meat-eating sheep.

Ai Wei thought in her heart, but she still showed a smile of gratitude and concern on her face, and she couldn't help smiling: "Sooner or later, we will be openly enemies, and it is better to find out the truth as soon as possible, and know ourselves and our enemies?"

Of course Basque didn't dare to refute anymore, she never liked to accept refute, and no one could shake her decision.

So he could only watch with worry and dubiously as she wrote the letter of greeting with a quill pen, and asked the attendant to submit it.

The carriage stopped abruptly, and the coachman's respectful voice came from the front: "Princess, your destination has arrived."

When she got out of the carriage, she saw that Lucas's castle was separated from the outside world by an invisible barrier. Since it was winter, the island had already been covered with ice and snow. At a glance, it was pure white, mixed with withered branches. The withered breath of decay and the dark clouds in the sky are intertwined and rush towards the face.

However, she found that the trees in this castle are still lush and lush, only the Gothic spiers are covered with a little snow, and other places have unusual vitality.

There was the sound of a gurgling river, and she looked down, only to see that the surface of the river was a strange brown color, mixed with some unknown objects and flowing down the river, sending out bursts of strange smells.

She couldn't help covering her nose: "Can the downstream residents tolerate the sewage?"

"Well, they have no chance if they can bear it," said the coachman calmly. "There are no living people around."

These words were enough to make a young lady turn pale with fright.However, she is Ivy, who can accept all tragedies in the world with the calmest attitude.

She glanced at the river again, and now she could see clearly—these unknown objects were all human limbs, and the maroon color came from the blood flowing in the body.

She suddenly realized that the reason why the plants in the castle can keep alive may be because of the use of blood and corpses as fertilizer for watering, so that they can flourish and form a world of difference from the outside world separated by a wall.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help frowning, but at this moment the guards of the castle had noticed her presence, and a row of heavily armed soldiers came up aggressively.

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