Mage Joan

Qiao An saw the representatives of both sides of the confrontation in the crowd. One of them was Mr. Jefferson’s butler with a whip in his hand. He was scolding the tall dark-skinned youth on the opposite side, calling him "the ungrateful man". Bastard", "Unscrupulous Asshole"!

Qiao Ann listened for a while and learned that the black young man was named Kuhn, who was the foreman of the footman of the Jefferson family.

Anyone familiar with the southern culture of the New World knows that the name "Kuhn" is particularly common in the cotton-growing areas of the south, but almost no white people give this name to their children because the word Kuhn is derived from the word "cotton" , The original meaning is "the person who picks cotton".

As we all know, almost all of the hard laborers working in the cotton plantations in the south are black slaves.

"Cotton pickers" were almost equated with black slaves, and later derived other extended meanings with a slanderous nature, such as "incurable ones."

Obviously, a serious white family would not name their children "Kuhn", which is a scornful name that would be known as a black slave.

The young black man named Kuhn seemed unwilling to be a slave to the white forever. He even gathered a gang of black slave brothers to privately circulate the "Liberation Proclamation", illegal leaflets ordered to be blocked by the Leiden City Council, and received leaflets. Inciting him, he surrounded the owner’s carriage halfway and begged the noble Mr. Jefferson to grant them freedom.

Isn't this a blatant rebellion?

Mr. Jefferson sat in the carriage without saying a word, and sent the butler down to negotiate with the restless slaves, so as to appease them to give up the idea of ​​rebellion and obediently keep their duty.

The other black slaves did not dare to confront the angry butler, only Kuhn, the hard-bone, insisted on leaving Jefferson's house and going to freedom.

"A rebellious bastard! How dare you say'Go to freedom'? You don't take a **** and take pictures of your own face, you deserve to talk about freedom too?!"

The butler was almost mad, and pointed at Kuhn's chest angrily: "Frankly explain, what the **** did you have!"

"Go to freedom, Mr. Butler, I dare not lie to you, I really think so." Kuhn lowered his head and replied.

"Huh? Freedom? What freedom do you mean?"

The butler asked angrily.

"It's the kind of freedom that the master described in the Declaration of Independence." Kuhn replied sincerely, "I can't read, but I've heard people talk about it. Everyone says that the master is great and knowledgeable. As the master's valet foreman, I feel very honored..."

"Since you feel honored, why run away?"

"Because I want to go to freedom, Mr. Butler, as the master wrote in the "Declaration of Independence", everyone has the right to fight for freedom. I am also a living person. We blacks are also humans, and we also have this right. We have to follow the great ideas proposed by the master to go to freedom, so we must leave the master."

Kuhn replied unhurriedly, these clearly structured words had obviously been calculated in his mind for a long time.

"Huh? You... this..."

The butler did not expect that an illiterate **** could be so eloquent. He couldn't help being speechless for a while, and when he was angry, he simply yelled at him.

"Kuhn! You are lying! It sounds good, what **** you want to go to freedom, you obviously want to go to the Feizhen invading army!"

"Mr. Butler, why do you think so?" Kuhnang started to ask, "Is it possible that freedom is only possible with Real Person Fei?"

"Nonsense!" The butler was angrily and desperately speaking, "I have served most of my life in the master's manor. Don't I know where the **** can go to get freedom?"

The many black slaves who looked around all burst into laughter when they heard the housekeeper's words.

The housekeeper suddenly became angry and shook off his whip, and slapped the **** who dared to laugh at him.

"Taste this, cursed nigger! How do you understand freedom? You only deserve the freedom to be whipped!"

"Stop!" Kuhn suddenly rushed forward, snatching the whip from the butler's hand.

"Ah? Kuhn... Are you trying to rebel?!" The butler staggered back, alternating expressions of anger and fear on his face.

"What about the rebellion?" Kuhn stepped forward and snapped angrily.

"Yes! What about the rebellion?"

"Today we are going to create a rebellion against the whites!"

"Guys! Capture all the white people in the car and **** them to Earl Winthrop in exchange for bounty and freedom!"

Someone yelled at the chaos and immediately yelled a hundred responses. The black slaves were angry and surrounded the housekeeper, punching and kicking, and then rushed to the convoy like a black tide.

The white people in the car panicked, the women and children screamed and wept, and the men cursed, raised their shotguns, and fired at the rioting black slaves.

The gunfire sounded, several black slaves were shot and fell down, but the others were not scared back, but became more angry. They overturned a cart together, and pots, pans, luggage and bedding were scattered all over the place. .

Seeing the scene out of control, Qiao An quickly cast a spell and teleported it over and appeared in the center of the black-and-white melee. He raised his left hand and shook the Mithril bracelet on his wrist to arouse the "Fear Emblem."

A round of cyan magic halo, centered on where the black robe mage was standing, quickly spread to the surroundings.

The two sides of the melee were all included, and they exclaimed at the same time, all of them dropped their weapons and fled with their heads.

The black slaves, including Kuhn, were frightened by the "sign of fear" and never returned to go to the freedom they dreamed of. As for the white guards who were frightened away, they would return to the convoy after the magic.

The people who have not been scared off at the scene, except for the wounded lying on the ground, are mostly women and children in the caravan who are inconvenient to move.

Rejecting the noise from both sides of the conflict, Qiao An vaguely heard the cry of a baby behind him.

He turned and walked to the front of a caravan, raised the curtain and looked inward, and saw a beautiful young woman with a dark complexion holding a young baby in his arms. The young woman was horrified, while still beating the baby, trying to calm the baby to stop crying.

Joan looked at the familiar young woman and recognized her as Mr. Jefferson's mulatto close maid, Miss Sally Hemings—perhaps she should be called his wife now.

Qiao An took off his hood and nodded to Miss Hemmings. Unfortunately, judging from the confused expression of the other party, it was obvious that he did not recognize himself who had a fate.

He smiled helplessly, Qiao An could only admit that his face lacked memory, I am afraid it would be difficult to impress people.

The baby in Miss Hemmings' arms was still crying, seeming to be frightened by the conflict that had just occurred outside.

Perhaps it was because he had been a "mother" for a period of time. When Qiao An heard the baby crying, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, stroked the baby's forehead, and exerted a "soothing mind" to stop the mulatto baby from crying. Sleep peacefully in his arms. The latest chapter address of Master Qiao An: https://www.readwn.com/book/102085.htmlThe reading address of Master Qiao’s article: https://www.readwn.com/read/102085/Master Qiao An txt download address: https://www.readwn.com/down/102085.htmlMaster Qiao An’s mobile phone reading: https://m.readwn.com/read/102085/ In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click "Favorites" below to record the reading record of this time (Chapter 2815 Freedom), and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf! If you like "Master Qiao An", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you stand by! (www.readwn.com)