Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 44

Aggressive.

That's the only word that can describe the great merchant's home, Sheen thought.

Buildings belonging to rich people often incorporate different styles and use many soft and smooth lines, this is not the case.The roof is sharp from the rocky façade to the few staircases, exuding a brutal yet tough beauty.The ultimate in roughness is an alternative kind of gorgeousness.This building is in the very center of the city, and looks like a circular center on a map.This makes people can't help but imagine what the owner will be like: arrogant, uncompromising, arrogant and cold.

The butler led Sean and Francis through a corridor decorated with green vines.The end of the corridor borders the garden, where the owners are already waiting for them.

Sean raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered to Francis, "You told me Vincent is nearly 50 years old."

Francis frowned at him, but did not answer.They have already walked in front of the man.

"When I knew it was you who came for the interview, I said yes right away. You are a wonderful young man, and I can't wait to see you go further. Who is this young man next to you?" The man said nothing Shake hands with the two of them airily, and then invite them to sit down.Sean noticed that after shaking hands, the other party took a square towel from the tray carried by the servant and wiped his hands.

Overall, Vincent surprised Sean.When Sean thought of the overall picture and location of the building, he felt very inconsistent.Vincent looks less than 40 years old, handsome, calm, personable, although his eyes are sharp, but there is always a smile on his mouth.The man moved with the grace and ease of an aristocrat without their seriousness; he was humorous, and the words that came from those lips that seemed mean were pleasant.At the end of the visit, Vincent even asked them to dine together.

Francis politely refused: "This is too much to bother you. In fact, I have another request. I would be ashamed to ask you to be so polite."

Vincent smiled, and there was a bit of sadness in his deep eyes. "You don't have to be so alien, we are friends. You have been Fanny's language teacher, and your sister has a close relationship with me. What is the request?"

"We want to visit your factory. You have always appeared in front of the public as an 'industry giant'. The factory is famous for its efficiency and order. Many people are curious, and many businessmen look up to you." Francis said calmly, but Sean saw that the other party's hands under the table were tightly clenched.

Vincent pondered for a moment, and said, "Of course, but your camera will affect the normal operation of the factory. I can only let you in when the workers are about to leave work."

"Of course, thank you very much for your permission."

Sean ended up staying with Francis.The meal was the most uncomfortable he'd ever had in his life.The banquet was sumptuous and exquisite, and the host was kind and courteous, but Sean was still inexplicably uncomfortable.Something was wrong with Francis, too, with a crazy gleam in his eyes from time to time.For a few moments, Sean almost thought that the other party was going to jump up and overturn the table.Fortunately, this difficult eating did not last long.

When they walked out through the corridor, a servant was pushing the door out of a room. Sean glanced inside and was immediately attracted by something.It was a simulated arm model of a young girl, with long and slender fingers, and skin as white as snow.The fingertips were inlaid with metal, and there were long, silver, carved nails; this period decoration was useless in Sean's view, because the forearm was so breathtakingly beautiful.

After walking out of the gate, Sean finally sighed: "God, if there is a woman with such arms, then she must have unparalleled beauty in the world."

Francis glanced at Sean, then lowered his head. "She's not that beautiful, she's just good at maintenance."

"Stop joking." Seeing Francis' whole body tense, Sean realized that Francis was serious. "Wait, is that real?" Sean thought of some kind of artwork he had heard in a previous life.Girls who sold themselves to support their loved ones were alive and part of their human skin was peeled off and embalmed to make models or lampshades.Although it was a voluntary transaction, it was banned because it was shocking.

"You remember, this was popular in the old days." Francis took a deep breath and pulled Sean away quickly, as if breathing the air near Vincent's residence was unbearable for him.He stopped before saying, "That's my sister's hand."

Sean had nothing to say.In fact, he was stunned.

"You don't believe it, it's not surprising. Vincent is a gentleman, awe-inspiring and likeable. I thought so the first time I saw him. At that time, my sister and I were handing out leaflets on the street, and the guards came to drive us away. She was in I stumbled on the side of the road and the leaflets were scattered everywhere. It was Vincent who stopped the car and got out, helped her up, and asked the driver to help her pick up the leaflets. I went to thank him for saving us, and then I saw her flushed face And bright eyes. You know, she never looked at the boys at school, but asked Vincent for her mailing address. Vincent gave her, very graciously. But you can't imagine what happened next. She's in love with him."

Sean gasped. "His daughter is about your age."

Francis laughed and it sounded like he was crying. "Yes, Vincent is old enough to be our father. But he's charming enough to make people forget his age. He's aged a little faster in recent years because of Fanny's insistence on getting married and moving out. Boy, he was more suave a few years ago. I was very against them, but she insisted on her own way, and Vincent seemed very reliable. He would take her to the opera, jewelry shows, and he would take her home as a guest. I can see that she is happy; but when I think about Vincent's daughter being around her age, it worries me a lot."

"What about after that?" Sean asked, feeling cruel.

"After that there was a strike march. My brother and sister were arrested. We were transferred to the 'iron prison' for political prisoners because there were too many people arrested to fit in a regular prison. Vincent found us, and his position made him Can set foot anywhere. He said he could save one person, so I let her out. I stayed in that cold, dark, cramped room for a week, and only found comfort in the thought that she had a lover to take care of her. But when I got out of prison After that, she died, it is said that she fell into the water, but the body was not found. I read her diary, and she said that she would dedicate her body to her lover."

"But this dedication cannot refer to life."

Francis suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "Yes, Vincent must have lied to her. I came to question him, and even sued him to the magistrate. But you know, I have almost no evidence, and libel is a serious crime. If not The Duke of Green reads my parents' reputation, I may go to prison again. I started to hate all the big family people. Then I went to the newspaper and saw him looking for a foreign language teacher for his daughter. I applied and he read It was a surprise when it came to the resume, because he didn't recognize me. Those experiences completely changed me, which was very different from my student days."

Sean remembered Medanzo's words.He guessed that the governess Fanny fell in love with was Francis. "If Vincent really committed a crime, then he is too bold to let you into his house."

"So he confuses me. He talked to me a few times, honest, sad, and out of character, and made me think I misunderstood him. Until I saw his hand in the study. It was my sister's, her mole I know exactly where I was born. I thought about stealing documents and blowing up houses. Vincent would pretend, and I would. He fired me not because he found out I wanted revenge, but because I fell in love with Fanny." Francis Suddenly smiled at Sean, and said helplessly: "I compromised because of stupid love, temporarily put aside the matter of revenge, and stupidly did not regret this love."

"So you don't want me to fall in love with the opponent, for fear that I will compromise." Sean understood everything, including Francis' madness and despair.He could hardly contain his sympathy for his friend, and his sorrow for him. "So you still love her?"

Francis didn't answer.They walked to the villa area.The residents here are not powerful, but they are considered well-to-do.A steam locomotive stopped in front, and Fanny got off first, followed by a man holding a baby.

Sean found that the man was not the same as Francis. He was plain-looking, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and there was a deep horizontal line on his forehead because of frequent frowning.But Fanny looked at him with a happy smile on her face.

"Vincent is not a good guy, I always thought so. But he did at least one good thing."

Sean guessed: "Because he raised a good daughter?"

"No," Francis shook his head calmly, watching the happy couple open the door and enter the house. "He found a good son-in-law."

Sean couldn't comfort the other party, he could only say: "The matter is not over yet, we have to move on."

***

"Stay away from him. He can destroy you."

Medanzo chewed on his grandfather's words, although this was not the part that shocked him the most.Nothing surprised him more than Sean, the undead of the old days who came back from the dead.

He could picture that.Those warriors who rebelled were wiped out in the smoke of war, and those who persisted to the end were tired, lonely, and angry—an anger that could overshadow all other emotions.He perishes in the flames and is born again in his wrath.Although the times have changed and the overall situation has been determined, he is still planning a new round of grand struggle.

No wonder he is mature and calm most of the time; no wonder he is a puppet with inherently poor physical function, but has more fighting consciousness than ordinary people.

No wonder he has never been tempted by me.He looked at me like he was looking at a junior, and he was also a junior of the enemy's family.

Mei Danzuo thought, and after suddenly realizing it, what came to his heart was endless joy and panic.He's thankful he bought Sheen, and he's got a piece of the other side.But he panicked even more.If nothing could bring Sean down, there was probably nothing that could bring him down.Softening is possible, but that has nothing to do with love.

Feelings with no prospects left him irritated.He sometimes wants to move out of the previous tough and cruel style - this is due to inertia, after all, he has lived like that for more than ten years.But his reason told him it wasn't right, and his emotions told him Sean wouldn't like it at all.

Be gentle, be gentle.You have experienced firsthand that violence and captivity make him see you as an enemy.At least he's in your heart.Medanzo warned himself like this.

The communicator in his study rang.Amidst the sound of the boiling water and the engine running, the voice from the horn became a little muffled: "I'm sorry, but we can't go to the opera tonight."

"It's nothing. I know you want me to go out and relax, Brian. But it's better for me not to. I don't want to show up in public with a blindfold on, it's too embarrassing for the family. What made you cancel the original plan Plans? The only thing that keeps you busy is the night shift of the guards, but tonight you're off."

"It was supposed to be like this, but there was chaos in the east of the city. Some foreigners attacked civilians, and all the guards who could be dispatched had to be transferred there. In fact, there was no need to mobilize such a large number of troops, but Vincent's secretary was held hostage. He wants my dad to do what he can to help."

Mei Danzuo frowned: "Uncle actually promised him?"

"Yes, we must agree to him. My father thinks the same as you. He also thinks that Vincent wants to gradually control the parliament, and he is a dangerous person who needs to be restricted. But in business, he has kept our family in check."

"I know. Then, good luck to you." Medanzuo cast his eyes on the newspaper on the table.Reports on the "man who held up the sky" took up the entire page.For some reason, he had an ominous premonition.This country has very strict screening of foreigners, and such accidents usually do not happen.And, why Vincent?He vaguely felt that what happened tonight was related to the follow-up report of that factory inspection.

After finishing the call, Medan Zuo quickly put on his uniform and planned to go out.In the corridor, he saw a surprised butler. "Are you going out, sir? Mr. James said--"

"Tell me not to go out and embarrass myself. I know." Mei Danzuo subconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and tightened the strap of the blindfold. "But I must go out."

The author has something to say: send out two more boxes of large-sized bento, and the revolution will officially begin~Emotional line→_→on the agenda