Thousands of sparks

Chapter 20 Education
After listening to Dusand's analysis, Rosen's first reaction was to ask questions.

"Master...you mean..." Rosen seemed to have lost the ability to form words, he stammered and asked, "I, my father... was killed by someone?"

"The possibility is very high, but we don't have clear evidence to prove it." Du Sande said with a sigh, "It's very difficult to seek justice for your father on the surface..."

Rosen looked up at Dusand in despair, and after a long time, he said shyly, "Master, when a person dies, nothing is left. I...I don't want any justice. As long as we can live a good life."

If civilians want to live a dignified life, they have to give up part of their dignity.Those who are already dead should not affect the already difficult life of the living.

This is the lesson inscribed in the bones of every Upper Albin.For civilians, it is considered decent to have a coffin that can hold the body.It is impossible for them to hold a banquet after death like the nobles, and hold balls for a week in a row.

As for the luxurious cemetery and the tombstone of art level, there is no need to think about it - if you can leave a wooden sign, even the living people still miss the dead.

Rosen thought so.The master also said that it is difficult to seek justice.His current life is gradually developing in a better direction, and maybe in a few years, he will be able to erect a decent marble tombstone for his father.

That's enough.

"We can't do it on the bright side, but this justice...we still have to get it back." Du Sande was a little surprised by Rosen's statement, and after thinking about the reason, he was even a little moved.In order not to cause trouble for himself, Rosen directly decided not to pursue the revenge of killing his father.

This heavy emotion made Du Sande a little excited. He circled the spot twice with his hands behind his back, stopped and said, "We don't have evidence, but it doesn't matter—a suspicion is enough."

"Harold may have benefited the most from your father's affairs, and he also reacted the most after the matter was messed up by me. This is enough." Dusand asked, staring into Rosen's eyes. He said, "Your father was killed by them, and they plan to come and destroy my family. Rosen, I want to fight them desperately—are you willing to just give up like this?"

Rosen clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and said, "I don't want to!"

"Harold—he wants you to kneel on the ground, stretch your necks, and then swing your ax to chop off your heads." Du Sande also clenched his fists, "Because kneeling is not low enough, because necks are not stretched long enough , this bastard will even spit on you two more times!"

"He obtained the title of nobility by despicable means, and then he intends to use this to enslave you." Dusande slowed down his speech, "He wants to use that little bit of shameless calculation to make you become a His slave."

"I don't agree!" Dusande shouted in a voice almost roaring, and he waved his hand violently, "If you want to enslave us, then you will pay for your life! I will tell Harold—the people who want to enslave freedom, The price will be his life!"

Dusand's eyes were red, and Rosen's were even redder, as if they were about to bleed.Even Todd, who was on the side, secretly clenched his fists.

He hid the fist with white knuckles behind him.

"I will fight him to the end, how about you?" Du Sande asked with a low voice, "Do you and your Rosen company have the guts to fight this 'Honorable Lord'?"

"For your will!" Rosen knelt on one knee in a strange and stiff manner, swearing allegiance to Dusand, "Your wish is my mission!"

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The temperature in the flower hall is as pleasant as ever.Sitting at the tea table, Androni frowned slightly as she watched the investigation report brought by Sir Peel.

"Lord Harold?" She put down the report, raised her eyes to look at Sir Peel and asked quietly, "Tell me, Sir Peel. Who gave you the courage to provoke the two nobles to fight?"

Sir Peel bowed his body with difficulty, and he said tremblingly, "Madam, every word of the investigation report here is true. I guarantee it with my life and honor. I don't have the guts to provoke the two nobles. between the two, but Lord Harold has begun the pace of war."

The contents in front of the investigation report were all reports that had been piled up in the police station long ago, and the contents recorded on the last two pages were the root of Androni's rage.

Lord Harold is recruiting star thieves, and he is going to let these star thieves raid the manor at the ball a week later.The purpose is to kill Androni and Dusand completely.If this goal cannot be achieved, the raid will immediately turn into a kidnapping - both Dussand and Lorraine will become the targets of their kidnapping.

"Since the pioneering of Newsail in 170, no nobleman has ever acted so boldly." Androni quietly commented, "This is against the rules."

"Yes, ma'am." Sir Peel bowed even deeper, "But... the police department cannot arrest a lord with such a piece of information. All this is just his plan, not already implemented We can only stop the crimes of the nobles, but the arrest... needs to be handed over to the Privy Council for a ruling. We can only intervene after being deprived of the title of nobility."

"So, are you going to tell me..." Androni asked quietly looking at Sir Peel, who was almost curled up into a ball, "You still have to wait for those armed men even though you know that an attack is about to happen Did you really fire the first shot at my manor in order to react?"

"Please forgive me, ma'am." Sir Peel raised his head and said in embarrassment, "This is the rule."

After a while, Sir Peel added again, "However, I can be a friend through the Privy Council and make some small arrangements." He looked at Androni and said, "Lord Dusand's little friend, I I also gave as much help as possible. Madam, I have implemented my loyalty to the extent I can, and then... I can only wish you good luck."

"Go on." Androni didn't intend to continue talking to Pierre, "I never thought about letting my ten-year-old son get dirty hands to deal with these problems for me."

Sir Peel stood up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat dripping from his brow, and said, "Madame, with all due respect. Lord Harold is here for you and Lord Dusand - let It would be better for his education that Lord Dusand should take up the matter himself."

(End of this chapter)