Thousands of sparks

Chapter 97 The old past

There is an extra Mr. Foolish Old Man in the Newsale Bazaar.Of course, this didn't catch anyone's attention.

Although the organization of the bazaar tends to be secretive, it is not like some strange salon clubs, where every new member needs the consent and approval of all old members.

The addition of Dusand didn't affect or change the organization to any degree, and they're still a huge organization lurking in Newsale - lurking in the shadows, unnoticed.

"Is this organization really useful?" After leaving the bazaar, Dusand finally couldn't help asking Morse, "An organization lurking in the shadows, can it fight against the empire?"

"In this universe, the only thing that can directly confront the empire is the alliance. And they are still losing ground on the frontal battlefield." Morse walked beside Dusand, and said in a light tone, "it is impossible for the market to compete with the empire." confrontation, but they can really make a huge difference."

"This sounds like a sales advertisement for some kind of inferior goods." Dusande was still highly skeptical about this. "What role can they play? Let the empire suddenly realize that the prisoner it is chasing is innocent? "

Morse took out the cigarette case from his arms, took some tobacco and stuffed it under his lips, and said vaguely, "Mr. Meatball did rely on this method to get rid of the arrest from the Privy Council, but this method does not Can't be used too often."

He slobbered towards the side of the road and continued, "Of course the more common method is to escape——escape from the empire's control area, and you will be considered safe."

"About 20 years ago?" Morse rubbed his chin with his hands, and began to tell a story, "20 years ago, the Marquis's dark guards and the Duke's zealots continued to fight, and finally triggered a fierce battle. firefight."

At that time, Morse was only 16 years old, and he was just a small entourage beside Mr. Marquis.During that time, he remembered very clearly that Mr. Marquis was always frowning.

Until that firefight night comes.

Mr. Marquis suddenly stopped all social activities in the evening, and then quickly left his manor in a steam carriage.

At the beginning, the convoy consisted of thirty steam carriages, and three airships of Mr. Marquis were also flying in the sky.But soon, the convoy began to gradually decrease, and horse-drawn carriages kept leaving the convoy, disappearing into the gradually dimming sky with enemies that appeared from nowhere.

By the end of the night, there were only two carriages left in Mr. Marquis' convoy—the three airships in the sky had all crashed, and in the carriage, the 16-year-old Morse and the 20-year-old Marquis de Lafayette sat opposite each other. in silence.

Marquis de Lafayette looked at his pocket watch, then looked at the faintly outlined city of Upper Albin outside the window, and after a moment of silence he said to Morse, "Go and take the carriage behind, go directly to Upper Albyn."

Morse sat up straighter nervously, "What is my mission?"

28 carriages and their attendants and guards have already left the team, and no one has returned yet.It can be seen how dangerous the situation the Marquis is now facing.

Morse did not resist carrying out a potentially fatal mission for M. Marquis.His family was almost entirely dependent on him working alongside Monsieur the Marquis, thus escaping from a life of pauperism.

He is now literate, has the knowledge to understand the world, and can save his family from poverty and hunger.All this is thanks to Mr. Marquis.

After two good years, and then sacrificing his life for Mr. Marquis, Morse felt that the deal was a good deal.

"When you get to the city, just find a policeman and ask him to take you to the firefighting place." Mr. Marquis said to Morse, "Wait outside the firefighting place, and if the hidden guard wins, you Those who survived were taken to the market in the Street of Knights."

"If the Zealots win the final victory, then don't resist them—tell what you know, and they won't hurt you." Mr. Marquis trembled a little when he said this.If the victor of this exchange of fire is the Duke's zealots, there is no doubt that he is about to be liquidated.I'm afraid this end will be very... tragic.

Morse thought for a while and asked, "How do I find those winners?"

"Park the carriage outside the scene of the firefight. If our man wins, he will come to you."

Later, the trembling Morse waited for about two quarters of an hour outside Sunset Square.Finally, the door of the steam carriage opened, and a bloody man fell into the carriage.

His face was covered, and he wore a long chain of keys and wrenches.

According to the request of the Marquis, Morse sent the man to the Street of Knights.Then, he was stopped by the middle-aged man guarding the door.

"Code name? What code name?" 16-year-old Morse stomped his feet anxiously, "I sent someone here, and he was seriously injured!"

"You can't go in without a code." The middle-aged man shook his head very calmly, "If you don't have a code, just wait outside."

Numerous attempts have gone unanswered, not even bribes.When Morse began to consider whether to shoot the middle-aged man directly, a weak and deep voice suddenly came from the carriage.

"My code name is 'Diplomat'."

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"Diplomat?" Dusande heard a very unfamiliar word, which he could recognize. This word is composed of "negotiation" or "communication" as the root word, and then added a neutral suffix and a subordinate suffix. word.But what the word meant, he really couldn't figure it out.

"This is a very old word, even older than the Empire." Morse explained, "This word represents a profession that has disappeared-diplomats when the Empire was just a country on Olin. It is the person who represents His Majesty the Emperor and the official agencies of other countries to negotiate."

It dawned on Dusande that it was no wonder that this vocabulary and profession had disappeared into the long river of history.During the hundreds of years when the empire ruled Olin, there was no intelligent race that could communicate in the entire known world, let alone an "official agency of other countries" that needed to negotiate.

The Alliance is a group of rebellious descendants who are not worthy to communicate with the Empire.

"What happened to Mr. 'Diplomat'?" Dusande skipped the exploration and emotion of the history of the empire, and continued to ask about the "service results" of the market. Mr. 'Diplomat' of the survivor escaped?"

"The market launched a large-scale attack in order to let him escape." Morse lowered his voice and said, "I only heard about it later—when the 'Diplomat' entered the market." After that, the Heraldry Management Office sealed off all the landing sites in Newsaar, and mobilized two imperial navy guard fleets to block the space."

The operation of the Imperial Navy and the Heraldry Office was very effective. They destroyed the safe houses and strongholds established by the twelve shadow guards in the first two days of the operation. The Zealots suffered almost the same losses.

The bazaars have remained "safe", at least they have not been directly attacked.The people from the Heraldry Management Office, the army and the police blocked the entire Knights Street, and strictly checked all the people and carriages entering and leaving the Knights Street.

Under such a tight blockade, it is of course an impossible task to send the "diplomat" out of Newsail.But things turned around on the third day.

A large main fleet of the alliance suddenly appeared outside the Bomir colony, and launched a devastating blow to the garrison fleet of the Bomir colony.

The Bomir colonial star has never been discovered or attacked by the alliance before, and the size and combat capability of the alliance's large main fleet are comparable to the imperial navy's guard fleet. The Guards Fleet canceled the mission and gave full support to the defense operations of the Bomir colony.

Subsequently, Confederate spies also began to increase the frequency of activities in Newsail.They made an almost semi-public appearance in the cities of Newsale and wreaked havoc.Ultimately, the Office of Arms and the Army called off the blockade of the Street of Knights - they needed all possible men to arrest the spies.

"I don't know why the market can mobilize the alliance's main fleet, and I don't know why the market can drive the alliance spies lurking in Newsail to expose themselves unscrupulously." Morse whispered, "But in the end, The 'Diplomat' was successfully released from Nusa."

Du Sande fell into silence. After a long time, he sighed, "If I were Director Bourne, knowing that there is such an organization in the empire, I would be so worried that I wouldn't be able to sleep at all."

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"Mr. Director." A red-clothed postman walked into Bourne's office door, "We just received information that there is a new member in the market in Upper Albin, code-named 'Foolish Old Man'."

"Yugong?" Bourne put down the dip pen in his hand, and said after serious thinking for a while, "The direction of this code name is too clear, it may be a smoke bomb."

"The spies stationed on Knight Street reported that they have not found anyone who has entered the market recently, and the identity of this newcomer has yet to be verified." The postman in red said, "Since the other party's code name has no direct connection with the events in recent years, We are more inclined to think that the owner of this code name is simply buying services, rather than participating in the 'business' of the market."

"Don't underestimate this group of people." Bourne shook his head and said, "The bazaar was an organization after the division of the Heraldry Management Office. Underestimating them is tantamount to underestimating ourselves. This 'Foolish Old Man' is very It might be a smoke bomb, let’s check to see if there has been any movement of the noble ladies and ladies of Newsail recently.”

"Yes." The red-clothed postman nodded obediently, and then said, "The sending and receiving office just received an email, signed by the Olin Herald Management Office. The security level of the mail is level 5, you may have to go to the sending and receiving office to receive the mail in person .”

　Shenzhen is closed today, but Sanguan's daughter-in-law still has to go to work as a doctor.In the evening, it took a lot of time to help her prepare her luggage for "may be trapped in the hospital for a week".

　　After finally tossing and starting to code, Shenzhen experienced an earthquake at two o'clock in the morning, which caused Luo to be nervous for a long time, squatting at the door of the bedroom, ready to pick up his wife and run downstairs to take refuge.Fortunately, the magnitude of the earthquake was not too high, it just shook a few times.

　　Shenzhen has been plagued by many disasters recently, and I hope that these natural and man-made disasters can stay away from us.

　　I wish you all peace and safety, and wish the motherland a peaceful life
　　
　
(End of this chapter)