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Chapter 133 Stupid?
A moment later, Handel woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at Moore who was sleeping on the opposite bed. The expression on the face of this man with a gray beard was sometimes anxious and sometimes soothing, and sometimes even clenched his fists.

Ever since Mulan became interested in Moore, it was inevitable that Handel would observe Moore carefully. In Handel's perception, this Mr. Moore had no intention of personal gain, and it could be said that he was thinking about others.

Replacing the previous Handel, it is even impossible to imagine that such a person exists. Even if it is a celebrity in history, the so-called lofty ideals can see the framework of interests. A noble knight like Professor Jones should already be the most noble existence.

But now, there are people who are actually fighting for the fate of others, for an illusory ideal, an ideal that is doomed to ill-fated fate or, to put it bluntly, doomed to fly like a moth to a flame.

Are such people stupid?
Handel asked himself in his heart.

Mr. Moore is calm and resolute, has a noble character, good medical skills, literary attainments and logic of thinking are praised by Professor Jones, and he can't fault the etiquette, and he may even have noble blood. been branded stupid.

So why would such a person do something "stupid"?He didn't know if he hadn't been admired by Professor Johnst, would he have died in Tego long ago?
After thinking deeply, Handel thought that Mr. Moore knew very well that he had experienced danger, could foresee danger, and even witnessed extraordinary power with his own eyes, but he was still walking the same path.

Handel is loyal to Mulan and trusts Mulan unconditionally. He can go all out for Mulan's order. Similarly, he also admires Moore's character, but as an aristocrat, it is difficult for him to fully understand Moore, and it is even more difficult for him to understand Moore. Empathize.

There are plenty of truly kind-hearted nobles, right? Professor Jones is one, even Handel. Even the Queen of the Dirga Empire is said to be kind.

So professor, why, why?

Handel closed his eyes.

On a train far away, Mu Lan, who was dozing with a cane, opened his eyes at this moment, and looked sideways out of the window. With the help of the faint light from the train window, he could see heavy snow falling in the night.

A peaceful sleep is a luxury for him, and a few hours of good sleep just now are already precious, and just these two hours have given him a lot of energy.

In his sleep just now, Mulan seemed to have sensed Handel, perhaps his task was not easy.

Although Handel disappeared for a period of time while he was out with Mulan, it was not enough for Dierga officials to deliberately track him down. As long as Mulan endorsed him and he took out some prepared materials at that time, there would be no problem.

Even so, Handel has been much later than scheduled, and I hope he and Moore will not encounter any accidents.

The sound of the train's "boom-chi-hum-chi" could be heard endlessly, but this rhythmic and continuous noise had a hypnotic effect, making Mu Lan feel sleepy.

Although Mu Lan is very aware of his physical condition at the moment, at this moment, he can't help but use the power, the kind of power that may have always existed, but has only recently become clearer about it. There are overlapping theories, but it is more appropriate to use one of the terms.

'resonance. '

"Gudong~" "Gudong~" "Gudong~".
After the meaning flashed in Mu Lan's mind, the beating of the heart was like a burst of clearly audible notes, as if turning into an invisible force that transcended the spirit and body, and surpassed the spatial dimension of reality and the other world.

There is enough connection, enough bond, enough knowing, enough understanding to have enough presence in the mind of the other person as well.

People with excellent qualities, you may still lack a pair of real eyes, you may not be able to recognize some facts, or you may choose to ignore some facts after recognizing them clearly.

Handel suddenly felt a little short of breath, and even felt a little headache. He sat up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, and there were still some snores around him.

"What am I, here?"

The dirty air made Handel a little uncomfortable. He shook his head, his mind seemed to go blank, and it took him a long time to remember anything, and he quickly shook the people around him.

"Don't rest, our work is not done yet."

"There are still three warehouses, we can't finish digging"

"He's right, don't rest."

These voices were exhausted and numb. They supported each other to stand up, picked up the pickaxe beside them, and dug the coal mine deep in the mine tunnel.

It is not easy to drink clean water in the dark and dirty underground space. After drinking all the water I bring, I can only endure thirst and work. Cars of coal are exhausted after a day. Such days seem to be endless. , let alone hope.

No one cares about them, no one listens to them, except for scolding, embezzlement and humiliation, human dignity is lowered to the bottom line, and no one can hear the underground voices.

The collapse of the mine tunnel brings about the loss of life, but in the eyes of some people, they only care about the time for dredging the mine tunnel to resume production
"Boom"

Amid the flames, the violent explosion overturned Handel, and he let out a hysterical scream.

"what--"

One leg was directly blown off, and the howling soldier Handel was dragged away by his comrades. They carried him to the military doctor and heard an infuriating answer.

"What? Anesthetics can only be prepared for officers?"

"Asshole, what about us?"

"Bastard!" "Boom" "Boom"

In a trance, Handel heard a lot of chaotic voices, but the blood loss and intense pain had made him unconscious
A huge steam engine was erected in the factory, and the workers came to watch curiously, while the engineer on one side proudly introduced it to the noble boss.

"As long as it starts burning coal, it can be worth the labor of fifty workers! And it hardly needs rest! The monthly operating fee is only this amount."

"Hahahahaha, that's really great!"

The boss turned around to look at the workers around him.

"So your total monthly salary should only need this amount, otherwise you will all get out and let the machine replace you."

Handel and other workers don't seem to understand how much this total is apportioned to each person, only knowing that it is definitely less than the original pitiful salary.
Kind nobles and rich people, indeed, there are such people in this era, and individual goodwill is only within the range allowed by the class.

The lowest level of despair is not just poverty, hunger, sickness and confusion, but the gradual realization that if there is no breakthrough, these will last forever!
And on top of that ordinary despair, there is also chaos driven by greed. The deep darkness above the twilight seems to be an abyss that will swallow the world
"ho"

Handel woke up from the dream trembling all over, he was panting violently, his body was dripping with sweat, and his own memory seemed to wake up only at this moment.

'It's a dream, it's a dream'

Handel relaxed a little, lying on the bed and breathing calmly. The memory in the dream was becoming blurred, but the meaning in the dream was still very profound. He couldn't help but look to one side, and Moore on the other bed was still sleeping peacefully.

If there is no such person, if there is no such lofty and naive ideal, then this kind of sad life will be eternal, until the darkness swallows everything.
(End of this chapter)