Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 23

There was silence in the room.Shane blocked the door and waited patiently.

A teenager finally stuffed the back of his body with cotton wool.He pulled the towel off the table and walked to the waiter, his voice was so small that he could barely hear it: "This pig is using my hand as a needle, and that's 35 needle holes. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to tie him up." Step on his face."

The bleeding teenager who was rescued by Sean suddenly burst into tears: "They always say that good children will be treated gently! No one will be forgiven at all!" He was like a beast that had been restrained for a long time and suddenly recalled its violent instincts , After sitting for a few seconds, he grabbed the scissors on the table. "These guys love cutting off other people's tongues and scaring us with bloody pieces of flesh. Let him give it back to us."

Sean said nothing more.There are torture props and actors here, but the "performance" is quite different from that on the previous stage.A torturer lies on the ground, and the young prisoners hysterically seek revenge.These teenagers were filled with ecstasy, suppressing their cheers because they were afraid of disturbing others, but their eyes were full of strong flames.

"Now you know how sweet revenge is. God is with us, but it is more effective to stand up than to pray sincerely." Sean said loudly to the teenagers: "My friends and I will take you out, but you can't just go out." Get up and leave. Is there any clothes here?"

"Of course, I can find it for you." A teenager with a lot of bandages on his body replied.He paused for a few seconds, and then added in a low voice: "You have chosen a good time. Earl Alan is not here tonight, and only he can give the order to 'destroy the goods'. Usually only guests can leave marks on the body of the goods, so today No one will shoot at night."

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't choose today. But you know it too."

"I have been observing for a long time, and I have planned two escapes." The young man showed a smile, which was mixed with fearlessness and anger: "It is precisely because of this that I was castrated."

Shane remained silent.Any words can hurt the weak, but what the strong need is not comfort, but weapons.

Under the leadership of the determined teenagers, they set foot on the road of escape.The instruments of their torture became their weapons.The once obedient teenagers fell into a frenzy, and the walls seemed to shake because of them.

The caretakers in the hallway were terrified.Without the boss's order, they didn't dare to shoot and kill them, so they could only drink loudly and try to scare off the teenagers.Their efforts were in vain and they were eventually thrown aside like garbage.Although there was only bloodshed and no death, the scene became more and more chaotic.

In the hustle and bustle, Sean heard someone shouting: "These little bastards are a bunch of mad dogs!" He wanted to laugh, but his pupils constricted when he saw the man raising his gun.

Sean quickly dodges and is in front of the gunman.At the same time he raised the knife, the other side also fired.

The knife swung down quickly, and the silver light flashed across, like lightning breaking through the darkness.The man's fingers fell to the ground at the same time as the gun.But Sean was not unscathed.He stood too close, and the bullet passed close to the outside of his hand, leaving a burn mark.

"Are you alright?" a handsome boy asked with concern as he moved closer to Sean, holding his weapon.

"I'm fine." Sean smiled back and pushed the screaming man with his hands aside. "Don't worry, you just have to move forward."

We just need to move forward - before the battle is over.

But even if you win, the troubles are not over.These newly freed, befuddled teenagers are still fugitives, and the perpetrators of their crimes have yet to be punished—legally.If these teenagers were not to live in hiding, the earl had to be proven illegal.

"This time we can't use private enmity to solve it, we have to use a fair and honest way. On the side of the battlefield are not only abused teenagers, but also their mothers, children of average age, and even all people who abide by the law and pursue human rights. The people need It's the truth and the impetus," Sheehan told Francis.

They stood by the river, watching the teenagers board the airship by the soft light of the gas lamps.The owner of the airship is a couple that Francis is familiar with. They have a wealthy family, are kind-hearted, and love adventure.They dare not sue the powerful Earl, but are willing to let the boys help on the airship.The couple will fly across the ocean to adventure in the tropical forest on the other side. During the journey, the teenagers can learn to operate and maintain the airship.

The teenagers showed almost fanatical curiosity about the outside world. At first, they carefully lowered their voices to communicate, and then gradually released the volume, like a group of cheerful sparrows escaped from the trap.This scene reassured Sean a lot.These unlucky children have suffered a lot, but they are still full of yearning for the world.They are tough, no doubt about it.

Francis noticed Sean's expression and smiled too. "The common people are always kept in the dark. I can guarantee that the mothers who sold their sons still thought that their sons lived a restrained but generally good life with the nobles, and did not think that they might have been abused to death. We To get the truth out and mobilize the people, of course. The newspaper I work for plays its early morning shows on gramophones and self-recorded vinyl records in the middle of the city, and those loudspeakers are loud enough for the whole city to hear. I work there and want to make things easy. "

"Is this okay?" Sean was worried about the other party: "The earl will make trouble for you. Not only will you be in danger, but the newspaper office will also suffer."

"It's none of my business." Francis leaned over and whispered, "Someone attacked me on the way to deliver the record, and dropped the bag while I was dizzy. I was so surprised when I heard the playback that I let it go The words were played without interruption. The recorder's voice belonged to a tortured, angry puppet boy, and the childish voice was very powerful."

Sean frowned: "Is it possible that the recorder you mentioned..."

"Yes," Francis put his arms around Sean's shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would refuse immediately and walk away. "I want you to record. Recording and playback will distort the sound, but the boy's voice quality can still be distinguished."

***

The peaceful morning was broken, as always, by an early morning program, not with the usual music, but with "special" speeches.

"50 years ago, the country used the abolition of slavery to liberate civilians. Unfortunately, there are still small-scale slavery activities going on today. These noble and intelligent dregs confuse the concept and trample on others with peace of mind. The desire to inflict crazily on children, humiliation, torture, torture, and killing. I am talking about the doll business that only big families can participate in, and I was once one of the commodities."

Some opened their doors and went out into the street to hear better.The life of the nobility is distant and strange to them.

"Beside the earl, the skin of the underage children was branded with red-hot iron, their organs were cut and dug out, and their bodies were abused by wild animals. I can't call them 'people', after all, they have never Treat us as human beings."

In the warm house, the ceramic teapot in the woman's hand stopped in the air, full of shock and guilt.Compared with ten years ago, her life has improved a lot, and she has lively and beautiful children, but she often thinks about the child she sold in poverty.The richly dressed earl had assured her that the child's future would be free from any misery other than limited liberty.

"I'm not making this up. Go down Queen Street to the pier and you'll see a white building with a stone spire. It's beautiful and clean, but what's inside is inhumane. For your 'cleanness', Mr. Earl, you will The unsightly props have been cleaned up. But can you clean the blood on the walls and the stage? Can you dispel the hatred of the dead!"

On the street, a few young people slowed down and discussed the illegality of this activity with what they had learned.

"My fellow citizens, I don't mean to make you feel bad, I just want us to make it stop. No child deserves this kind of abuse, no one should flout the laws against slavery so much, and 'human rights' shouldn't be an empty phrase! We… ..."

The boy's voice stopped abruptly.Someone forcibly stopped the show from playing.However, this did not stop the dissemination of the content of the speech.

Several large advertising boards driven by machinery in the city were removed from the machine parts that made them rotate, so that they could only stay on one screen.The original colorful posters of luxury goods disappeared, replaced by a complete speech, including the unspoken-"...the roar of unity will make the criminals who are at large tremble."

While this is happening, Sean is assembling a simulated robotic arm.His job is to repeat several actions that are too familiar to him countless times.He is so proficient that he can take errands outside of work.

The matter was made public.Enthusiastic young students will be outraged by this inhumane incident, and organizations that speak out for women and children will become active.Big families want to save face, and no one will speak for the Earl in this matter.I don't know what this guy is going to do next?Restraint, apologize to the public, or look for yourself as the instigator?

"Why don't I go see it myself." Sean said to himself, pushing the wrench to tighten the screws on the components.

Sheehan put his ideas into action that night.When night fell, he went to the count's mansion alone, without companions or masks.In this way, even if caught - although this is unlikely, it is only his personal behavior.

Climbing over the iron fence and crossing the courtyard, Sean climbed the drainage pipe outside the main building, and finally landed on the stone sink under the window sill.The courtyard of the earl's house is not very big, and the shadow of the adjacent tower blocks his figure.After standing still, Sean adjusted his breathing for a while, and then took out the tool borrowed from "Frankenstein".

It's a metal tube that resembles a miniature periscope, with a tiny earpiece attached to it.He pointed the end of the metal tube at the gap formed by the curtain in the window to look inside the room, and then turned the gear on the metal tube slightly until he could hear the sound inside the room—"You have to apologize to the people."

There are four people sitting around a table in the room.Three of them Sheen had seen: Fat Earl, Bryan, Medanzo.The fourth person is a heroic and capable young woman, wearing a dark silk shirt with a lace collar, and black leather boots protruding from under the table.Sean thought that there would be no women present, so he couldn't help being curious about the identity of this person.

"You have to apologize. Things are getting out of control," Bryan explained. "Someone took a black and white photo of a doll's wounds and posted it on a street bulletin board. It's gone to citizens. Ladies sent a letter to my father condemning you , calling for the full restoration of citizenship to those teenagers. The students are speaking publicly again, questioning the fairness of the law. Holy crap, they're absolutely right."

The earl turned his back to Sean, and Sean could only hear the other party's respectful voice: "It was my mistake to abuse those youngsters. But what an interesting pet dolls are for noble people, this business should not stop. As long as your family is willing Help me..."

"Just because of your stupid and arrogant behavior?" Medanzuo said, with his usual cruel smile: "Either hide the truth from the public, or don't do it. To be honest, stopping now will not make you starve to death , the wealth brought by selling dolls in the past is enough for you to live in this narrow place for a lifetime."

"You are too rude."

Medanzuo said coldly: "If we are really rude, you have already gone to court."

The chair was pushed away suddenly, making a lot of noise.Sean saw the lady stand up. "Mr. Levin is right. Using indentured slaves is already too much, how can you torture them or even kill them! I really don't want to say that, but you are a scum!"

What you said scolded Medanzuo too.Sean looked at Medanzo's face, that person's expression was still calm and arrogant.He heard Metatron ask, "Speaking of the contract, the puppet can be untied, right?"

"Please don't underestimate contract magic. I know. Some magical geniuses among the civilians have mastered non-offensive magic. They may be able to disarm 'obedience', but 'dying with the master' can only..."

Sean clenched the metal pipe in his hand and listened intently.

"Die," said the count. "This restriction can only be resolved by death. How romantic it is to obey until death."

"This is cruel!" The young lady, who was still angry, said loudly, "You have made them lose their right to live!"

Sean began to tremble.He told himself that there would always be a solution, and that the most urgent thing was to hide himself, but he felt a chill in his heart and couldn't restrain it.He may not be able to get rid of Medanzo in his life.Although Medanzuo would not die so easily, being controlled by others made him sick.

When Sean calmed down, he heard the earl continue to show off the contract magic: "...as long as the distance is close enough, I can punish any puppet. If I know who stabbed this thing, I will let him live Better to die, like this."

Sean saw the earl raise his hand in a grasping gesture.At this moment, all the strength in his whole body disappeared, and his heart ached as if being grabbed and clenched.

He fell down the stairs.Sean tried to grab hold of the wall; the roughness of the stone broke his nails but failed to stop his fall.Fortunately, he landed on the grass without breaking his back.Sean tried to get away quickly, but he was hit hard on the back of the head and fell down.

Sean was dizzy and out of breath, kicked and unable to fight back, his teeth chattering with pain and anger.It wasn't until someone yelled "don't touch him" that the dire situation ended.

Sean felt himself being hugged, and the other's soft long hair brushed his side face.He saw a little worry on the other person's face in the mist, which surprised him.The earl yelled something, and then the person holding him spoke, still with annoying arrogance: "Do you dare to touch him? No one of my people can touch him."

Great, now you are not only stupid, but also arrogant.Shane thought before losing consciousness.

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