Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

It was okay on the Black Flag, with Professor Hoggart and the other crew members.

Although everyone's spirits were a little low due to Finks' choice and the disappearance of Yevers Island, she was still able to cheer up overall.

But when she returned to Moroston, she was immersed in an atmosphere of sadness.

The experience on Jevers Island was not easy for her to digest.

At the same time, some recent accusations against her in the newspapers have made Peroz feel very depressed.

So I want to find someone to talk to.

As Charles took out some snacks and tea, he looked at Peroz seriously and said, "Don't be influenced by those ignorant people. I believe that everything you do is right!"

Peroz shook his head. "No... After all, this happened because of me."

"A consensus was reached in the House of Lords and the House of Commons this morning."

"Perhaps it won't be long before the Kingdom of York is plunged into war again."

And I was the one who triggered it all.

That's how some tabloids describe Peroz - the man who started the war.

But it is also her own evaluation of herself.

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Section 83 Chapter 83 Σ(っ°Д °;)っ Is there anyone who wants to grab the black pot?

Peroz looked a little tired and his face looked a little pale.

She put a lot of pressure on herself during this period.

But after hearing what Peroz said, Charles felt like laughing.

You...are you trying to steal the blame from me?

No matter from which angle you look at it, this war has more to do with me. Why do you blame everything on me now that it comes to you?

"War is never caused by one person."

"There are many factors that can actually cause a war, and you don't need to put the blame on yourself."

"Just because Blackfyre caused endless wars in that era doesn't mean it will be the same in this one."

"Peroz, if you think carefully and explore the real reason why this war is about to break out, you won't be so stressed."

Charles stood up and patted her shoulder, then turned around and took out half a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

"Would you like a drink? I got this from the office in the Endsworth classroom." Charles poured himself half a glass of wine and placed the bottle next to Peroz.

She looked at the bottle and nodded, but then shook her head. "Any rum?"

For a long time, Peroz didn't like drinking.

She thought it was boring to see a group of people sitting in a hall talking about "boring" things and drinking wine or champagne.

However, although this trip did not make her like alcohol, it did make her realize that at the right time and with the right person, even some inferior wine with a weird taste can have a unique flavor.

"Rum? Some more, please."

I don't have any special feelings about alcohol, but I will drink some by myself occasionally.

He has adapted to the life here. If one day he were asked to return to his former ordinary self, he might feel a little uncomfortable.

but..

That doesn't mean he doesn't miss the old days some days.

At these times, alcohol generally plays some role.

While taking out the rum from the bottom of the wine cabinet, Charles asked, "Ms. Perozzi, has your butler come today?"

"Rum is more likely to make you drunk."

For extraordinary people, things like alcohol generally have no effect.

However, even if a transcendent who drinks alcohol on his own initiative is drunk, most of the time he will not be able to clear the alcohol from his body.

Peroz shook his head. "I like to wander around alone lately."

"But don't worry about me, I can drink a lot." After pouring himself half a glass of rum, Peroz said while drinking.

After thinking about it, Charles finished his wine and changed his drink to rum.

"Can you tell me the truth?" Perhaps because he had been suppressed for too long, Peroz's eyes became a little blurry after just one drink.

"Am I really wrong?"

"If it weren't for me, Uncle Finks wouldn't have chosen to stay there and ended up disappearing along with the island."

"If it weren't for me... the seal of the Black Ocean wouldn't have been broken, and war wouldn't have come again..."

"If it weren't for me..."

Perozzi at this moment was different from the elegant, intellectual, and heroic girl that Charles had met before. She was full of self-denial, like a nagging woman.

She rambled on and on, much of her talk being incoherent. Charles simply smiled gently at this, then gently grasped her hand.

"Don't worry, you can talk slowly."

"Although this adventure has been reported in the newspapers, could you please tell me again, Peroz?"

Peroz was stunned at first, but then he did not struggle to break free. Instead, he slowly told Charles everything that happened after he left Moroston.

"So, you think you did something wrong?" Charles asked.

Peroz nodded.

"I don't think you're wrong."

"Mr. Finks has always wanted to go back there and make peace with his child."

"Because of you, he had the courage and saw the conscience that still remained in James' heart. Although he felt sad at that time, he must have felt more relieved."

"For elders, seeing their juniors thrive is the happiest thing. To Mr. Finks, James is not only his son, but you, Perozzi, are also a very important junior to him."

"I guess when he chose to stay, he must have had a smile on his face."

Peroz pulled her hand away, and this time she didn't pour the wine into the glass but took a big gulp from the bottle.

Ciel slowly sipped the remaining drink in his glass while looking at her encouragingly.

"Perozzi, you've done a great job."

"If Mr. Rawdon knew your experience, he would be proud to have a daughter like you."

"As for the war, perhaps the unsealing of the Black Sea played a role, but the newspapers also stated that the main cause of this war was Hotlat's 'miracle.'"

Peroz didn't say anything and just continued drinking.

After drinking all the wine in the bottle, she slowly lay down on the table.

"I remember seeing a sentence before: all archaeologists need to do is to dig up the true history and make it public."

"As for how real history will affect the world, it has nothing to do with them."

"War has always been a matter for politicians and soldiers. Even if you want to force the blame on yourself, you have to see if they are willing."

After saying this, Charles slowly stood up. "If you're tired, you can rest here. I'll always be with you."

He gently touched Perozzi's hair, then slowly walked out of the room and left it to her.

Peroz's visit surprised him a little, but it also made Charles think of something.

It was Charles Rocks' wish to return his father's extraordinary characteristics and body, and Peroz was saved by him during the Black Ocean incident.

But the adventure was essentially for him, so his rescue does not offset the eventual release of the Black Ocean.

Come to think of it, Charles owed her a favor in this matter.

As for the exhortation just now, it was to maintain the personality of this identity, and it can't be considered as repaying her a favor.

"Wait until she gets rid of her negative emotions, then go find her and repay her favor." Charles smiled after closing the door.

He was willing to invest some energy in Peroz, and even invest some items in her, some items that exceeded the value she brought to him - she had already proved herself in the matter of Yevers Island.

Charles believes that with his help, Peroz may be able to bring him more surprises.

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Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Who cares what they think?

After walking out of the room, Charles originally wanted to go to Theresa's apartment to see Lorna and Lily.

But just as he walked out of the room, he heard a roar.

The source of the sound is downstairs.

"Professor Endsworth's voice?" Ciel raised his eyebrows.

In his impression, Endsworth was a very interesting professor and also a gentleman.

It's hard to imagine what could have made him so angry.

"Did the price in the City of Eternal Night increase?"

Charles laughed at his own thoughts, then turned back and headed downstairs.

Outside the dormitory building, at the edge of the flower bed, Endsworth's face had a very ferocious expression.

"El! Do you know what you did this morning!?"

"Endsworth, grow up. The final result will be the same whether I vote or not." A pale and frail man was arguing with Endsworth.

This is Associate Professor at STEAM Academy, Victor El.

In the City of Eternal Night, Charles had seen him several times, and from his memory, he should have had a good relationship with Professor Endsworth.

"The results are all the same!?!"

"Haha! If the results are the same, why bother voting?"

"You are just being selfish!"

"You bastard!"

Endsworth tugged at his collar, unbuttoned his shirt, and tried hard to suppress the urge to attack.

El fell silent, then nodded. "That's why I said the results are the same."

"Everyone has their own opinions, Endsworth. You can't expect everyone to oppose war just because you oppose it."

Because of the existence of extraordinary people, although the situation in the Kingdom of York is turbulent, it still maintains a bottleneck in essence.

But peace does not mean that those undercurrents do not exist.

They just lacked an opportunity.

And now is an opportunity to take advantage of.

The advent of the steam age and the spread of emerging ideas created many big businessmen, or new aristocrats.

They possess enormous wealth but lack the corresponding status.

In front of the old nobles, they were ordered around and tried their best to keep their wealth from those greedy people.

For them, there is an urgent need for an opportunity to improve their status and strength.

Things like extraordinary characteristics can be purchased by those of low and middle levels, but high-level ones are only available to nobles and royal families.

Apart from lucky archaeological expeditions, war is their only chance to obtain high-level extraordinary characteristics.

For ordinary people, war is a disaster.

For them, war is opportunity.

Great opportunity.

The entire Royal College of Moroston has a total of five seats in the House of Commons. Endsworth is a member of parliament, and so is El.

"So, you pushed this country into war for ten thousand pounds."

El looked at him calmly, "That's ten thousand gold pounds."