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"I really like reading poems written in Gutala. Reading these words is like touching another side of history."

The poet pulled out of his bosom a book of poems, something he always carried with him, even if the words he wrote were different from those in the book.

"But I'm not going to pretend. I grew up speaking Victorian, and my thoughts have been shaped by the language. If I were to write in Tara, I'd be a clown dancing in the wrong shoes."

It turned out that Victoria's transformation of all Tara people had come to an end. Under normal circumstances, there should be no difference in a few years.

To be honest, this is not necessarily a bad thing, but... as an outsider, I am not qualified to judge their ideas.

However, the suffering they cause must naturally be borne by themselves.

"But I heard that many people are eager for the revival of Tara culture."

The Horn spoke.

"Of course, I am one of them."

When talking about this, the poet's eyes lit up and he could hardly suppress his excitement.

“Our city wanders on a land that is both unchanging and changing all the time.”

“Perhaps one day Tara will once again become the language that structures our children’s minds, and I would love to embrace that change.”

The poet held the collection of poems tightly in his hands.

"If... No, this is just a luxury. I hope that in the last moments of my life, I can write my own poems in Tara. For me, I am willing to spend my whole life pursuing it."

"But what if someone hopes that the change will be rapid, or even reverse the natural trend?"

Horn asked, at least for now, this seems to be the case.

The poet fell into deep thought, and then began to chant softly.

"What's the use of thinking? You plant a feather in the soil and imagine it growing into a feathered animal."

"It's from the second chapter of your first published poetry collection. It's one of my favorites."

Horn quickly found the location of this poem in his memory.

Apart from various military theory books, she generally does not read other books, but she loves these poetry collections very much.

"This is my answer to this question. In my own eyes, I cannot and do not want to change this land. I am just the one who tries to plant feathers."

"I hope someone can see this feather and then go after the real feathered beast. The feathered beast that grows in everyone's heart may be different, so the feathered beast they find will naturally be different."

"Just like everyone has different expectations for the future of this land."

Feathered beast...?

Beichen, who was eavesdropping on their conversation from a distance, couldn't help but start thinking about it.

"After getting that feather, everyone has a different idea of ​​what the feathered beast actually looks like."

"But it's far more than that. If I just want to find an ordinary feathered beast, maybe I can find one by squatting in the woods for half an hour."

"If what I want is a feathered beast that is pure white without a single stray hair, I might have to spend more than half a month in the dangerous forest to get it."

"What if I want to find a colorful feathered beast?"

"Beichen, what are you thinking about?"

Feng Di, who was standing by, asked curiously. She saw that Bei Chen had been in a daze for a long time.

"I was wondering if you felt something was amiss, like the noisy crowd outside the house?"

Beichen answered while looking at the street outside the window.

"Oh, it seems to be true. No, I have to inform the captain immediately!"

Bagpipe also realized something, and quickly stood up and ran towards the horn.

"I see, Mr. Williams, let me say from the bottom of my heart, it's really a pleasure to talk to you."

Horn has always admired such people.

"Captain! Something's wrong!"

As soon as the poet left, the bagpipe came running over.

"What happened?"

"Cello and the others haven't sent any messages in over forty minutes. They're supposed to be in the barracks dealing with the garrison, so they need to send messages every half hour."

"........"

"Besides, look at the streets, everyone has disappeared. Captain, is there anyone coming?"

Bagpipe pointed outside the window and said anxiously.

"Could it be?"

A possibility suddenly appeared in Horn's mind.

"Could it be that the people who followed us before were from the garrison?"

"You two, things are about to get interesting. Get your weapons ready."

Beichen also came over at this time, and with a wave of his right hand, the weapons of the two appeared in front of them.

"Beichen, what are you going to do?"

"Me? I'll go hide for a while."

Chapter 445 New Guests

boom!

The door of the banquet was suddenly kicked open violently, and dozens of fully armed soldiers rushed in.

And the number of soldiers surrounding the entire building outside will only be greater.

"Oh my god, what's going on? Why did so many soldiers suddenly appear?!"

The guests were immediately thrown into a panic. Of course, there were still a few who were not afraid of death. They pointed at the soldiers and cursed: "How dare you point your weapons at me... Do you know who we are?"

You even want to use your status to overwhelm these soldiers who are obviously coming for you.

I think there is something wrong with his brain.

A normal person would now be thinking about how to escape.

"Damn it, who leaked the secret? We need to get out of here quickly!"

But unfortunately, all the exits have been blocked tightly, making it almost impossible to escape even if you have wings?

The organizer of this dinner, the Baron, was of course the most panicked of all.

"Quick, go and inform Ms. Mandela that we are in trouble!"

After receiving a negative answer from the butler, he widened his eyes in disbelief.

"What!? You said they all left? When did that happen? An hour ago!"

Before the Baron could speak again, the soldiers had already gathered all the guests together.

"Don't move at all!"

After saying this, they lined up neatly in a column, and a man who was extremely familiar with the horn walked in front of everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, yes, that's right, you are all under arrest."

"Colonel............"

"We meet again, Scamander."

Looking at the horn that walked in front of him, the colonel greeted him.

"You don't seem surprised that I'm here."

"Accident?"

The colonel shook his head and said with a contemptuous smile.

"No, from the first time I saw you, I was not surprised at all. You were destined to be with this group of scum because of your cheap sympathy learned from the aristocratic etiquette class."

"You are the one who sent people to follow us, right?"

Horn asked, there was no other possibility.

"I prefer to call this reasonable control. Regardless, I still have to thank you two. If it weren't for you leading the way, I wouldn't have found such a good opportunity to catch these parasites in one fell swoop."

The colonel's gaze shifted from Horn to the so-called Victorian aristocrats and businessmen and entrepreneurs who were surrounded by the soldiers.

"You guys usually hide pretty well, don't you? I'm actually quite curious, what made you bold enough to gather together like this? Could it be that the insignificant results of the previous sneak attacks made you mistakenly believe that Xiaoqiu County is already under your control?"

Having said that, if Mandra and Ahmoni and the Deep Pool troops they brought were still there, they would have the courage to gather here.

However, they obviously overestimated their own value and were merely used as pawns. Now, they have become victims.

"Ahem, Colonel, I think there must be some misunderstanding here."

The Baron stood up and even tried to defend himself.

"Lord Bolton, you are wrong. There is no misunderstanding between us. I know everything about your private dealings. Do you need me to show you the evidence?"

The colonel glanced at him and said with disdain.

"No, no, the people gathered here today are just some of my relatives and friends. I can guarantee it with my own reputation..."

"Shut up, sir."

The colonel interrupted him with annoyance and said contemptuously.

"The honor you inherited from your ancestors is worthless in my eyes."

As a commoner born and having become a colonel in his prime entirely through his own hard work and efforts, Hamilton is certainly qualified to say such words.

"You, how dare you say that!"

The noble who said this was immediately pulled out of the crowd by the soldiers and pushed in front of the colonel.

"What do you mean? It's not me who has disgraced the reputation of you so-called nobles. Who is enjoying the status and wealth given by Victoria, while secretly colluding with the most despicable rebels?"

"This is all complete slander!"

The colonel waved his hand, and the man was pushed back into the crowd by the soldiers.

"I'm beginning to get tired of this crap. Scum should be like the scum out there, crying in the firelight while repenting for their mistakes."

what?

Everyone looked out the window with horror.

Just as the colonel said, there were bursts of crying and shouting outside the window, and spots of fire were reflected on the glass.

"Captain, he has surrounded the entire Tara neighborhood. Yes, he is using force to intimidate ordinary residents!"

Bagpipe was a little anxious. Most of the people on those streets were elderly and children. If something really happened, they would definitely not have time to evacuate.

"Such radical tactics all of a sudden... The colonel is not a fool. He wouldn't do this for no reason. He must have other information, perhaps intelligence about the Ghost Force."

Horn analyzed calmly.

"What about Triangle Iron and the others? There has been no communication. Could something have happened to them?"

The bagpipes no longer knew what to do.

"There is no point in worrying. What is more important right now is that we should try our best to prevent the garrison from taking further radical actions."

And the most important thing, of course, is to find a breakthrough from the colonel in front of him.

"Well, at least we can't be stuck here like this!"

"That Vaifan."

Just as Bagpipe was about to raise the siege spear in his hand, he was stopped by the colonel.

"Don't even think about breaking through the wall to get out. No one can leave this room until I get the answer."

Bagpipe had no choice but to put down the spear in his hand.

"Oh, don't find out."

It was more of an interrogation than a question, with weapons already pointed at the necks of those self-important nobles.

Start with those who have firm expressions and tough words, and intimidate those weak ones who are not firm in the first place and only want to save their own lives.