Thousands of sparks

Chapter 110 The First Sword
There are often several high-level cabins that are always vacant on the crossing ship to Olin.The captains of the transshipment ships going to and from Olin knew this well—it was reserved for the real gentlemen.

As senior officials and nobles in the colony, these truly decent and high-status gentlemen occasionally have urgent official or private travel needs that cannot be reserved for their own status.And as the captain of a penetrating ship, it is also an obligation to set aside at least two rooms for these gentlemen so that passengers can travel comfortably.

However, the number of passengers with noble status coming up from Newsail today is somewhat high.On the Samir Beauty, two rooms were allocated to the two earls who boarded the ship in advance.This made the captain of the Samir Beauty a little helpless—one minute before he was about to set off, two great figures boarded the ship.

Mr. Newsail's Coat of Arms Management Director and the Marquis of Lafayette boarded the ship. This is a big event.But there are really no extra cabins on the ship-in recent times, many wealthy people in Newsale seem to have learned through various channels that the alliance is eyeing Newsale.The shuttle ships departing from Newsail to other regions are full almost every day.

Fortunately, the very noble Mr. Marquis and the director didn't care much about the environment. They happily agreed to the proposal of "using the captain's cabin as a rest room", and then let the guards go to the second-class cabin.

"I hope this kind of thing will only happen once." In the captain's room, Marquis Lafayette joked to Chief Bourne, "In my impression, there is probably no Marquis in history who needs to I, too, met His Majesty the Emperor three times in just 20 years."

"The battle between the Zealots and the secret guards was the first time, and it was the second time after Duke Saar was executed." Bourne counted on his fingers very seriously, and then nodded vigorously, "Look at it this way, you It is indeed the only one among the high-ranking nobles in the past 300 years."

"You see, Salvador is probably the only one who has seen His Majesty more times than me." Lafayette said with a smile, "The only difference is that I really won't pull up a fleet to attack Olin. If If I make such a request, Colonel Duchamp will probably tie me up and escort me to you."

Bourne picked up a cup of black tea from the tea table beside him and took a sip, "I've always been curious, how did you and Mr. Baron know each other? The relationship between middle-level nobles and high-level nobles is rarely like yours——in It seems to me that you are more of a friend than an affiliation."

"Of course it's not a subordinate. I wouldn't treat someone like Duchamp as a subordinate." The Marquis of Lafayette was a little "satisfied" with Berne's question, and he took out a cigarette and lit it by his mouth with a smile. Then he said to Bourne, "You probably haven't seen Duchamp in his teens. This kid was no ordinary bastard at that time."

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In the "old days of nostalgia", Lafayette, who had not yet inherited his father's title, and Duchamp, who had become a baron, were definitely not good friends. The "mortal enemy" that is not pleasing to the eye.

The only university at Newsail undertook the education of almost all the children of high-ranking nobles, as well as the nobles themselves.The level of Saint-Saar University itself is not bad, but because the university only recruits students over the age of 16, so... those nobles and noble children who have never experienced "collective life" can always do some "fancy work" Come.

For example, Lafayette, he tossed out a "Life Poetry Club" at Saint-Saar University.

The so-called "Poetry Club" is just a name, and such an organization is easier to get the professor's approval.Their actual "business" is mainly partying, drinking, dancing and hunting.

The activities of the Life Poetry Society have been welcomed by a large number of nobles. After all, this organization was created by the future Mr. Marquis.If we can build a good relationship with Mr. Marquis here, it will of course be extremely beneficial for future social and other work.

The aristocrats willing to take the literary or political line racked their brains trying to join the Life Poetry Society, and Duchamp's long-established "Saint Saar Reserve Officers Association" was greatly threatened.Of course, this kind of old association will not face the fate of "insufficient number of members and on the verge of being abandoned", but the reserve officers do feel that the Life Poetry Society is in the way.

Everyone was off to some ball, and there would be a lack of visitors to the armed parades and combat maneuvers of the reserve officers.This is very detrimental to the recruitment of reserve officers-if the handsome and playful side is not shown to the nobles, the army may still be able to maintain its own command system by training low-level officers, but the challenges faced by the navy are outrageous.

As the president of the association, Duchamp has expressed his dissatisfaction with the Life Poetry Society more than once in public.And Lafayette, who was criticized by name, was equally upset-it's normal for a baron and a reserve naval officer not to understand his ideals, but it's very annoying to criticize them even though they don't understand them.

The Life Poetry Club is a place for nobles to communicate with each other in advance, but it is also a tool for Lafayette to realize his "long-cherished wish".The Marquis's family had a close relationship with Olin's forestry department, and Lafayette's previous tutor was also from the forestry department.Influenced by his own teacher, Lafayette's "political thought" is very close to the Shaharat school.

This school holds that society operates in layers just as nature operates.His Majesty the Emperor is naturally the highest level of predators, and all participants in the entire society are the source of "nutrients" for His Majesty the Emperor.And the meaning of the operation of the whole society is to support His Majesty the Emperor.

Based on this idea, the Shaharat School advocates allowing the poor and free people to have more room for development, and actively restricting the expansion of nobles.

Only by allowing more poor and free people to become "higher-level" participants in this society, can they become a source of nutrients for His Majesty the Emperor more easily.

"Fat" hamsters such as robust hyenas are more suitable for lion rations.

As a follower of the Shaharat School, Lafayette was extremely keen on aristocratic receptions, meaningless poetry salons and extravagant consumption.It's not because he likes these things himself, but because such actions can gradually change the "goals" of the nobles.

Let them indulge in such costly and meaningless actions, and the consumption and luxury of the nobles can eventually be fed back to the poor.After all, the money must have a place to go, and as the lowest working participants, the poor and free people can always get a share of the benefits.

Because of such political ideals, Lafayette himself looked down upon nobles like Duchamp who were going to take a military direction—isn’t this just a hyena trying to strengthen itself and become a thief who intercepted the poor to support His Majesty the Emperor?
The two and the association they represented were always in a state of semi-open confrontation. It was not until a blizzard broke out that Lafayette gradually realized that his thinking was a bit too simple.

During the blizzard, 62 members of the Life Poetry Society pooled together two thousand pounds as funds for the relief of the poor and free people.Duchamp's Reserve Officers Association took out four steam knights, twelve steam horses and a large number of tools, and dug out more than 200 poor people from the collapsed village.

The 800 pounds donated by the Life Poetry Society provided temporary accommodation for a total of [-] poor people.Duchamp's association has rescued more than [-] people.

"Your idea is very good, but it is not practical enough." After the rescue, Duchamp took Androni and Lafayette to a private meeting.As Duchamp's spokesperson, Androni criticized Lafayette unceremoniously, "The work of the nobles must not be just paying money. You have more knowledge and stronger skills than the poor. What's the use of paying money at this time? Isn't it all stolen by people?!"

"The responsibility of a nobleman should be in proportion to his ability. You are the future Marquis, but when disaster strikes, your ability is not as good as a poor horse!" Androni looked down on Lafayette's so-called Shaharat's political theory, "His majesty the emperor is the biggest predator? Then his people should be hostile to him instead of respecting him! When have you ever seen a hamster approach a lion?"

"The paupers are the bricks of the whole empire, and without His Majesty the Emperor, they would just bump into each other and become sand in the end," Androni exclaimed, "The nobles should be the glue between the bricks, nobles and paupers and freedom Only by working together with the citizens can the empire become what His Majesty the Emperor wants!"

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"I still don't get it." Byrne was still a little confused after hearing the story, "So, you have become 'friends'?"

"Of course not." Lafayette shook his head, "Our relationship is closer to that of an ally. Duchamp and Androni and I have the same purpose, and we both believe that the treatment of the poor should be improved. But We have different philosophies, they can’t convince me, and I can’t convince them.”

"Allies." Byrne nodded, "No wonder the relationship between you has always been confusing."

Regarding the relationship between the Duchamp family and the Marquis of Lafayette, the Heraldry Management Office has made many internal speculations.But these speculations lack sufficient evidence.After all, this kind of "allies based on the same purpose but with different ideas" relationship is indeed relatively rare.

"Have you caused a lot of trouble to your work?" Marquis Lafayette smiled. "Actually, you can ask me directly."

"Maybe we will do this in the future." Bourne also laughed, and he untied the restraint belt on his body, "It seems that we are here."

Outside the Aolin interstellar landing site, there were many people who came to greet relatives and friends.And an unmarked steam carriage suddenly appeared under the Samir Beauty.A postman in red stood by the carriage, staring at the passengers who disembarked.

"It seems that we have been received this time." Byrne was a little surprised by his treatment, "This is really new."

"Your Excellency, Viscount Bourne." The red-clothed postman suddenly became happy when he saw Bourne's face, "Is this the Marquis Lafayette?"

Lafayette nodded, "It's me."

"According to the director's order, I will take the two of you to the headquarters." The postman in red opened the door and said to the two, "Mr. Director has something to communicate with you in advance."

"For the sake of we don't need to go out and wait in line for the steam carriage, okay." Bourne smiled, and took the initiative to board the carriage door.

The cargo compartment of the Sabir Beauty slowly opened, and a black "car" drove out of it.When Lafayette got on the carriage, he happened to see the tail of the car, "It's so beautiful, this is the car Dusand made, right?"

"In a few years, maybe we will sit in this kind of car instead of climbing into the carriage." Lafayette Hou showed some longing expression, "Dusande said before that he would give me one Such a car, but in the end I rejected it.”

"Because you can't accept sitting in the same cabin as the driver?" Byrne asked with a smile, "You won't be like those other stupid nobles, insisting on the hierarchy in such a place, right?"

"That's not true." Hou Lafayette shook his head, "I'm just worried that the mining association will put a bomb in the gas tank of my vehicle."

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The golden steam horse stepped forward, dragging the carriage forward.The landing site was some distance away from the Imperial City of Olin. Although the surrounding scenery was considered first-class, the exhaustion of the journey still made the two passengers fall asleep quickly.

After about two quarters of an hour, Byrne opened his eyes.Looking at the scenery outside the window, he suddenly frowned.

The scenery outside is getting more and more desolate, this is obviously not the way to the imperial city.

Taking out the pistol from his pocket, Bourne knocked on the car window calmly, "Stop on the side of the road ahead, I'm going to the bathroom."

The carriage stopped slowly, Bourne got out of the carriage, took two steps forward, and then threw himself on the postman in red.He pointed a pistol at the opponent's head, "Who are you?"

"Crack!" A gunshot rang out, and Bourne looked at his chest in disbelief.

A patch of red is gushing out quickly.

Bourne wobbled a little, then fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Clinking wrenches and keys sounded, and Schultz opened the door of the steam carriage.

"Long time no see, Mr. Marquis." He took off his hat and saluted the terrified Marquis Lafayette, "For your life, please don't ask any questions about what I said next—our Time is running out, the real postman in red is already on his way."

Schultz moved out of the way, and then said to the postman in red who was pinned to the ground by Byrne, "Hurry up and deal with it without leaving any traces."

"Understood, sir." The postman in red got up from the ground, dragged Bourne's legs and walked towards the nearby forest.A few minutes later, a somewhat sudden fire broke out.

"The warhead has been recovered." The postman in red stretched out his blood-stained hand, and there was a deformed and twisted brass bullet quietly lying in the palm of his hand.

"You take care of the rest yourself. I'll send the person away first." Schultz held Lafayette between his arms, turned around and continued walking towards the road. A little distance away, a gas truck was parked by the side of the road. , waiting for them.

"What's going on here?" After getting into the car, Lafayette finally couldn't help asking, "Why...why?"

"This is the empire's decision." Schultz, who was driving, sighed, "Mr. Marquis, I have tried my best to save your life—please believe me."

After being silent for a while, he sighed, "Everyone has their own place, and in this drama, your place can only be the audience. This is not a bad thing, really not."

(End of this chapter)