The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

During this banquet, two people noticed that there were uninvited guests and had sneaked into this banquet that was supposed to belong only to the Tara people.

But it's a pity that Jeston and Seamus didn't react at all.

As a great poet, Seamus was keenly aware that there was something wrong with the accent of a yellow-haired Luper woman - it was the accent of a Victorian aristocrat who had received a Londinium standard education.

The first step in creating is observation.He could even tell that the Luper woman had different purposes from them and the local garrison in Victoria.

How could the person in charge of a region of the Capte Group only know how to write poetry and not know how to observe words and emotions?

It's a pity... Simo recalled the bag of tips he opened in the afternoon.

One of the sentences is suitable for this situation.

[Don’t talk to suspicious Luper women, and politely refuse to be approached by suspicious Luper women. 】

As for Jeston... he has only one mission, and that is to protect Seamus' safety.

Keep Seamus safe while making sure something goes wrong at this party.

'The boss is really good at calling people...'

Jeston complained in his mind.

But no way.

The group's bonuses and salaries are really great.

……

The horn orders the bagpipe to watch out the window in case of emergency.

She listened silently to everyone's conversation and dealt with a few men who came to strike up a conversation.

Funny enough, in this banquet composed of Tara people, no Tara language could be heard at all.

Although this is actually quite normal.

Want status?Want wealth?

Become a Victorian first.

……

As time went by, the purpose of the banquet gradually emerged as everyone talked.

“Every country on this planet will realize that our Tara culture has its own unique charm and should not be buried in the static roar of Victoria’s machinery.”

"It would be great if we could. If more and more international people support us, the easier it will be for our voices to be heard by the Dukes and Parliament."

"That's right! I am a citizen of Victoria, but just because one of my great-great-grandfathers was a subject of the King of Gael, I have to pay more inheritance tax. How ridiculous!"

"Even so, Mr. Evans, you have generously employed enough of your countrymen to give them all the opportunity to establish themselves in this elegant city."

"You and your family are truly the pride of our Tara people."

The adulation from those around him served this greedy businessman well.

He patted his big belly and said proudly:

"Ah ha, yes, our compatriots, it is not easy for them to find a decent job. I heard that they can only get so little coin after working hard in the factory for a week."

Seamus cursed from the side:

'... whereas other Victorian workers could earn twice as much in your factory. '

But he also buried his dissatisfaction deep in his heart. After all, in comparison, the factory owner named Evans was able to pay the Tara people only one-half of the normal level of Victoria workers, rather than the Victoria Act's inflicted on the Tara people. The minimum standard, one third, is pretty good.

Afraid of comparison in everything.

……

"Let me say something out of place, it's not that easy to get our powerful neighbors to recognize us - please think about it, how could Letania become the Letania it is today with just music and poetry?"

Baron Bolton cleared his throat, signaling the guests at the banquet to focus on him.

He took his time and poured himself another glass of red wine.

"Just like Leitania has formidable magicians - if we Tara people want to be recognized by more countries, we still have to rely on more practical forces, such as technical support from distant friends and a little sponsorship. .”

The greedy businessman couldn't wait to look at the baron, and hurriedly tidied up his appearance.

That big shot that everyone in the Victoria Business Alliance values, will he be here today?

He looked back at Seamus and Jeston, who were also sorting out the folds in their clothes.

Since both Capte Group employees care so much about their image, it is estimated that the [Boss] will arrive soon!

Many guests who had not yet seen their target felt a little restless.

After all, they couldn't afford to leave a bad impression on that person.

There are actually many rumors about that person.

[An entrepreneur who was on the verge of bankruptcy got a piece of waste paper that was discarded casually, and his industry quickly came back to life. 】

[A stupid gambler who became addicted to gambling and lost everything after receiving the guidance from that person quickly won back everything he lost and became a smart investor]

[The little residue exposed from the seams of that man's hands can support a dozen small companies]

……

At this time, although Baron Burton's every move seemed calm and unhurried, he was muttering in his heart:

'It's strange, I've been playing for so long, why haven't Ms. Mandela and Mr. Capet appeared yet? '

But he could only bite the bullet and continue.

"And I happen to have a few channels to obtain sponsorship, and I am happy to take this opportunity to share it with everyone here."

'Come out quickly, come out quickly! '

Baron Bolton prayed in his heart.

"Haha, you are absolutely right! Any support is important. If your hands are empty, no matter how dexterous your tongue is, there will be a day when you will be unable to express it due to thirst."

Most of his guests' eyes were fixed on the banquet hall door.

They can't wait to see the goal of this trip.

……

"Captain, something's not right."

"what happened?"

"Cello and the others haven't sent any message for more than 10 minutes... Shouldn't they be in the barracks to deal with the garrison? You asked them to send a message every half hour. When we just left, Cello complained to me This task is too boring."

"And don't you think it's a little too quiet around here? I was standing guard at the window, and I could see people coming and going in the square. But suddenly, something seemed to happen, and people ran away."

"...It's broken. The bagpipe is broken. The garrison is following us and coming to our door."

……

Snapped!

The door of the banquet hall was suddenly kicked open.

But surprisingly, the visitor was not the guest the baron imagined.

Dozens of heavily armed soldiers broke in.

"Don't move at all!"

the soldiers warned.

Colonel Hamilton, who was wearing military uniform, looked past the soldiers and looked coldly at the people attending the banquet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that... you have been arrested."

His eyes fell on the horn in the crowd.

"Yes, that's right, you are all arrested."

Chapter 283 Black Snake: Leader, for Tara, use the Flame Fist on Victoria!

Just as Colonel Hamilton raided the banquet hall.

In the Tallaght neighbourhood, Victoria soldiers were conducting house-to-house searches.

They questioned ordinary residents, including the elderly and children.

But so what?

In the eyes of Victoria's soldiers, these people are all in the same group!

Can you imagine the tragic situation of the comrades you are familiar with in daily life, whose heads were cut off like wheat by a wheat harvester, and whose bodies were crushed by tractors until they were as thin and flat as freshly plowed fields?

And Victoria's soldiers had seen it.

So they want revenge, to avenge their dead comrades.

To be honest, they don't even know how many of these ordinary residents are innocent.

Are any of them really innocent?If there are really innocent people, why did the ghost army's infiltration only leak a little recently?

And aren't it these seemingly unarmed residents who harbor the thugs, provide food and drink to the ghost troops, and inform the enemy?

……

Outside a dilapidated house.

"Come out! I see you, don't move, just kneel here for me!"

A Victorian soldier points a crossbow at a grieving woman.

"If there is anyone hiding in your family, please tell me!"

"No... no."

The sad woman was almost stunned.

Victoria's soldiers looked at each other suspiciously, showing no pity for the other person because he looked weak and pitiful.

One of his comrades-in-arms was stripped of his weapons by a group of seemingly unarmed Tara residents and beaten to death because of his own negligence.

None of these Tara people are good!Even as a child, it's not like he hasn't hurt his colleagues with stones.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the war has begun.

There is no such thing as children or old people on the battlefield.

"Is there really no one hiding? Let me go and take a look. Listen, if I see you moving, no matter what you want to do, I will shoot you through the head right away."

The soldier violently kicked the woman to the ground.

The woman clutched her stomach in pain and lay on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Just when the soldiers completed the search and were about to execute the woman, a blond Vaifan woman holding a flag stood in front of the woman and stopped him.

"stop!"

The soldier looked at the other man wearing the same military uniform as him, but did not pull the trigger.

"Who appears out of nowhere and bumps into my crossbow? Watch your head... Hey, wait a minute, I know you. You are the guard of honor in Team Adams, right? I'll see you at the New Year's event. Pass you. Your team hasn’t received the action order, right? What are you doing here?”

"I have other tasks to do nearby..."

Jenny was stunned for a moment. She did not receive an action order. How could an honor guard receive an order under such circumstances... But she was unwilling to remain indifferent to the tragedy in front of her.

And based on her understanding of her colleagues, most of them would execute some innocent people.

"Okay, everyone does his or her own thing. Don't come in my way."

The soldier raised his crossbow again.

And Jenny didn't back down.

The Victoria flag belonging to the honor guard fluttered in the wind behind her.

……

"What...did they do wrong to deserve to be treated so roughly?"

"You ask me? Why don't you ask them... Cry! Why are you crying! You are the accomplices of the thugs!"

"...Do you have evidence? As a soldier of Victoria. We cannot unjustly accuse innocent people."