Thousands of sparks

Chapter 22 Gifts
The education of nobles can be roughly divided into two types.

One is to take the route of Wenzhi—that is, to engage in art and literature or scientific research.Anyway, it is almost impossible for the title of nobility that can be passed on to be passed down. In this case, the more the heir can "do nothing", the safer the inheritance of the nobility will be.

Although the mediocre nobles who do nothing can make the family's glory go further, at least they will not let this noble family be cut off.

The other is the aggressive route, where the successor either joins the army to gain military exploits, or joins a pioneer group to open up new habitable planets.Heirs personally need to take higher risks, but the rewards are also considerable.

The political field is an ability that nobles must have, but it is also the most risky.Not every family, every generation can produce at least one member who can be gifted in the political field.In most cases, nobles will attach themselves to certain larger families, become vassals of the big families, and enjoy the political asylum provided by the other party.

According to the ideas of Androni and Duchamp, Dusande should take the route of Wenzhi.It would be best if he could use his professional ability to succeed.If Dusande is really not the material, it is not impossible to live a life like this as a rich and idle person.

Of course that was the plan, but now it seems... things didn't seem to be developing as Androni expected.

The first time Dusande left the manor without her company, he got into a lot of trouble.

In Androni's opinion, getting into trouble really wasn't a shortcoming.It can't even be called Dusand's mistake-a nobleman who is obedient and shrinks first when encountering trouble is unlikely to cause trouble.

If she flinched from the atrocities of a scum like Harold, Androni would be terribly disappointed in her son.As a nobleman, you should stand up in the face of atrocities.

Practicing chivalry is the motto of every pioneering nobleman—although such virtues have been forgotten by people for hundreds of years.

After learning that Dusande had already taken some measures to deal with Harold, and this measure was also supported by Sir Peel, Androni even looked forward to it.

Androni wanted to know what her ten-year-old son was planning.She was expecting Dusande to come up with some... clever way of starting the gas machine at the ball.Then, like it shocked Polina, it completely shocked everyone.

It would be even better if Harold could be taken down by the way.

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"We can't act rashly. The opponent is an aristocrat who has been rampant in the illegal field for more than ten years and has won a title. If the first operation fails, the opponent will never give us a second chance to do it." The room was converted into a temporary combat command room by Dusand, and he himself stood in front of the blackboard, tapped the blackboard behind him with chalk and said, "The key is how to completely deprive Harold of all counterattack capabilities at once, and at the same time Deter other gangsters who might have ideas."

All the curtains in the room were completely drawn, and the blinding white light of the gas calcium stone lamps dispelled the shadows in the room.Rosen sat on a leather chair somewhat cramped, while Lorraine and Polina held pens and carefully recorded the "points" of Dusand's speech.

As "combat staff officers" who were dragged here, Todd and Tom each found a corner and stood there—there was a bit too much in Dusand's words.

After Lorraine wrote down the word "deterrence" in her notebook, she raised her hand according to Dusand's "classroom discipline" and asked, "If you want to deter the other party, should you use the most violent means?"

"Violence is one direction of deterrence." Du Sande felt a shudder on his back, and then nodded, "Using absolute violence to deter those with malicious intentions is the fastest way to work, but it also has side effects."

"For example, being ostracized and being hostile by more people." Rosen interjected, "In the industrial area, the child who can beat the most often ends badly. He can kill one person, he can wound two people, but absolutely Not an opponent of thirty or fifty people."

"Using violence alone won't work very well." Dusand added, "If the Rosen Company's security guards are all armed, we can even destroy Harold's manor directly. Then we can wipe out all the people inside Kill them all—but we can't afford that."

"If you really plan to do this, the Privy Council will become your enemy first." Todd said helplessly, "This is a complete trample on order, and it is a direct provocation to the entire aristocratic system."

"So, we have to grab it with both hands." Dusand threw away the chalk in his hand, drew a circle with both hands, and then clenched into fists in front of his chest, "Both hands must be hard!"

Force is not the only solution to the problem, but it is a necessary means to solve the problem.

Polina raised her hand following Lorraine's example, "Force is one aspect, what about the other?"

"On the other hand, it is a blow on the surface." Du Sande showed a slight smile, "When a Lord's reputation is completely destroyed: his relatives spurn him, his allies stay away from him, everyone regards him as a When the stinking mouse is released, the Privy Council will send a commissioner to investigate his election fraud... Guess how desperate he will be?"

"Next, our task is very simple." Dusande's smile became more and more obvious, he turned to Polina and asked, "Mr. Polina, do you know how to use a printing press?"

Polina nodded.

"Ms. Lorraine, can you buy about... about two tons of printing paper for me?" Dusande made a request to Lorraine, "Maybe I need to add enough ink, I think the problem of plate making Teacher Polina can handle it."

"Two tons of printing paper?" Lorraine nodded first, indicating that she could do it, and then she frowned and asked, "Are you trying to attack his reputation by printing leaflets? In Olin, this trick may It comes in handy, but not many people in Newsail can read, so it's just a waste of money."

"Lord Dusand, this method is really inappropriate." Tom also got involved, "These leaflets are even problematic to send, and if you want to suddenly complete the delivery on a large scale, you will need too many people. imagination."

Du Sande looked at everyone in the war room, and then suddenly laughed.

"It's too stupid to attack a person who doesn't care about a good reputation by saying bad things about people." Du Sande smiled for a while before saying, "But I'm relieved after seeing your reactions— — the plan works!"

Lorraine glanced at Dusande with some concern, and then asked softly, "Then... what is your plan?"

"We won't say a word about him." Du Sande suppressed a smile and explained, "What we have to do is very simple—to support the honorable Lord Harold!"

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In the early morning, the two moons of Newsail are gradually sinking towards the western horizon, and the gas lamps on the street are being extinguished one by one by the lamplighters.On both sides of the road paved with cobblestones, there are gradually stalls for lighting the stove.The stall owners are lighting a fire to boil water, preparing tea and milk for making surrogate tea.

Newsboys with long wooden poles are running on the street. In addition to delivering today's Newsail Morning News to the newspaper subscribers before dawn, they also take care of the morning wake-up service-using clockwork alarm clocks The price is still not cheap, and many young people working in the Upper Albin area cannot afford it.

In order to wake up on time in the cold morning, these young people will hire newsboys to wake them up.The wooden poles carried by newsboys had metal wires at the top, which made a rattling sound when tapped on their windows.

As the gas lamps went out, the public steam coaches began to travel on their usual routes.More and more pedestrians wearing black woolen coats and high hats appeared on the street.Most of them have to walk at least two hours to get to where they work.Of course, taking a public carriage can be faster, but... walking is free.

Even better if you can pick up some interesting and free reading on the walk.

As if in response to such a request, an airship painted with the Imperial Navy logo slid across the gradually brightening sky.The hatch under the airship opened suddenly, and countless pieces of paper floated down from the sky.It was as if a sudden blizzard had descended on Upper Albin without warning.

After a few minutes, passers-by began picking up pieces of paper in mid-air.The quality of the paper is average, and the printed content is a bit unexpected.

On the front, a series of pictures exaggeratedly depict the muscular body of a middle-aged man, and the story of him swinging his fist and beating a nobleman who was whipping a commoner.

Judging from the complexity of the aristocrat's attire, the person who was beaten up by the middle-aged man should be at least an earl.

And at the very end of the picture, the middle-aged man who upheld justice was suddenly knocked down with a stick from behind, and a man in luxurious clothes smiled grinningly, revealing half of his face.

At the very top of this face, a crown is emitting a very manga style "flare".

On the back of the paper was a face that was the same as that of a middle-aged man in the comics.He smiled, showing his teeth, with a determined and confident expression.

There are three lines of words printed below the portrait, the first line reads "Lord Harold, committed to protecting the rights and interests of every citizen."

The slightly smaller characters on the second line read, "To protect the rights and interests of citizens, Lord Harold even did not hesitate to fight the nobles!"

The small print at the bottom is completely different from the style of the first two sentences, "Vote for Lord Harold in the election of the House of Commons, and you can get 10 shillings in Lord Harold's office with this leaflet."

The cold wind of late autumn blew, and the paper printed with the portrait of Lord Harold flew all over the sky.Du Sande, who just got up, washed his face with hot water, looked at the sky outside the window and laughed.

"Dear Lord Harold, I hope you will like this gift I have carefully prepared."

(End of this chapter)