The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Where did William Hope die?

Ning An, who is now wearing a cowboy hat and riding boots, looks like a qualified cowboy except that his face is still so feminine and handsome. He said: Stay in New York and participate in the abnormal bull riding competition. New York is very lively now, and there is another bull riding competition. , it’s from the gun show again.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked back at the noisy herd of cattle and cursed: What a bull-riding competition you are participating in if you don't care about so many cattle.

One of William Hope's companions couldn't help but defend his friend: Boss, William participated in Buffalo Bill's bull riding competition to win the sight of the bull.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him: There are so many cows, which one is still missing?

Boss, this is different. That is an excellent breeding cow.

... Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: Go and look at the cows, they are all money.

Ning An looked at Wilhelmina. This beautiful woman was very unfamiliar: Sir, where are you going?

He did not yet know about the fighting at Kurdix.

I'm going to New York to escort the prisoners. We'll talk about this later. There are indeed wolves in that pasture, and they usually go out with a gun.

They couldn't stay in Ning'an for long, the cattle had to keep moving.

Soon, I said goodbye to Zhao Chuanxin.

Wilhelmina stepped forward: Are you really going to be a cowboy?

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and said nonsense: Yes, not everyone has a decent life for His Majesty just to earn a living.

Wilhelmina was eager to defend: Nonsense, I don't mean to be disrespectful, I can even herd cattle with you.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

This girl is so stupid, she will never be able to herd cows.

In fact, this is not what Wilhelmina wanted to ask: By the way, is the person who just talked to you a man or a woman? Is he your employee?

Your Majesty, why are you so jealous? He is a man, my worker.

You just talk nonsense, that's not what I meant. Wilhelmina was stubborn because her mother taught her not to be jealous since she was a child.

In fact, her current husband Hendrik was never worthy of her jealousy.

Therefore, this feeling was the first time, and it appeared instinctively.

Oh, Your Majesty is so virtuous. Have you remembered the beauty balancing technique I taught you?

Wilhelmina's face fell, and then her eyes lit up again: It's too difficult. It's difficult to move, it's difficult to breathe. It's the hardest combined. You can practice more with me in New York.

Is that practicing the facial balancing technique?

Is that mainly about dumping seeds?

Uh... Zhao Chuanxin drawled, and seeing Wilhelmina's face getting more and more ugly, he said, Okay.

Wilhelmina turned her anger into joy.

For a girl with a love brain, her emotions are like a roller coaster.

Behind, in the car.

Edith Roosevelt asked Benjamin Goldberg: Will you come to school with me?

Even Benjamin Goldberg didn’t hesitate: “I don’t want to.”

Why? Edith Roosevelt was stunned.

Don’t you even think about this important life event?

Knowledge, I can learn by reading books by myself. Practice, my master has a lot of money, whether it is buying a car, a gun, an airplane, or buying a train and dismantling it for me to study.

Edith Roosevelt said disdainfully: Your master may not be reliable.

He will only delay your future.

Benjamin Goldberg is no ordinary kid.

He tilted his head and asked, Madam, what were you doing when you were your age?

Me? I was a reading fan at that time. I read books, rode horses, and played wildly with Theodore.

She and Da Luo were childhood sweethearts.

But later Da Luo fell in love with her.

Benjamin Goldberg raised his index finger: Madam, I have already earned a hundred dollars from my master, and there will only be more in the future.

Edith Roosevelt was astonished: How come you make so much money from him?

In European and American societies, not to mention master and apprentice, father and mother may have to settle accounts openly.

Like John Rockefeller.

I can't tell you that. Benjamin Goldberg is a kid. It's a trade secret.

Okay, I admit that you are an extraordinary young man. Compared with his childhood, Edith Roosevelt's childhood was a complete failure. But let's talk about what kind of person you think your master is.

They were alone in the carriage.

So Benjamin Goldberg put his arms on the edge of the car seat, stretched his body and leaned back, with one foot still on the car seat.

Edith Roosevelt frowned.

This is almost the same virtue as Zhao Chuanxin. This child shows signs of following Zhao Chuanxin in his darkening.

Benjamin Goldberg said: My master is very capable. He is the first person to understand me, madam, and you are the second.

Based on this alone, you say he is very capable? I can only say that I did not meet you in advance. You are smarter than him, how can he be your master?

Historically, Benjamin Goldberg is unknown.

Why?

It's just another story that hurts Zhongyong, which is lost to everyone.

Human beings have a habit of treating special groups that are different from ordinary people as aliens and lack tolerance.

Young genius? Haha, sorry, I have to assimilate you.

Throughout history, this is true.

That's where the word freak comes from. If you don't want to be a freak, you have to be invisible to everyone.

If the whole world learns from Confucius and pays attention to teaching without distinction, then the number of talents available to society will be at least twice as many as now.

Benjamin Goldberg shook his head, obviously not agreeing: Madam, let me ask you, now, I think of an engine that can increase the efficiency of the internal combustion engine from 9% to 25%. Can you make it with your bare hands based on my description? ?

Edith Roosevelt burst into laughter: This is a matter for inventors. It requires a series of designs and discussions. It cannot be achieved by just describing it. It is even less possible to do it with bare hands.

Benjamin Goldberg smiled: My master can.

Your master can't do it, even if he knows magic. Otherwise, the progress of the world will not require inventors, but mages.

Madam, you are too arbitrary. To put it bluntly, you are no different from my parents or anyone else.

Edith Roosevelt was unhappy: Is your master different?

Yes, he believes in the things in my mind, firmly believes in them, and can draw and make them. Based on this, only he can be my master, and no one else can.

Are you crazy?

Madam, it's your wisdom that's not up to par.

you……

This gave Edith Roosevelt the feeling that a rebellious teenager often thinks: It’s not my fault, it’s the world that’s wrong.

Incomprehensible.

Soon, the group arrived in New York.

Everyone first came to the New York Police Department.

When Andrew Miller got out of the car, Zhao Chuanxin saw that his face was as pale as paper.

He still didn't dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

But when Edith Roosevelt got off the bus,

Andrew Miller suddenly stepped forward: Madam, I know that you are highly respected and must not be an ordinary person. Please help me. I can testify, but the Rockefeller family will find a way to silence me.

Edith Roosevelt was startled.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, rubbed his chin and watched the excitement, ignoring the matter as it had nothing to do with him.

Edith Roosevelt actually had something to say to him.

There were some things she wanted him to shut up about.

Come in with me first and tell me that there are a lot of people talking here.

Onlookers have appeared outside.

Zhao Chuanxin said: Oh, then we will wait for you outside.

Edith Roosevelt entered the police station and had an interrogation room set up.

After sitting down, she said to Andrew Miller: You know the identity of the lady outside, right?

Andrew Miller nodded: Yes, ma'am, but I find you are her equal.

This is a smart young man who has just gone astray.

Edith Roosevelt lamented.

She said: You are very smart. I want you to conceal her identity when taking the confession.

Madam, I can do this. Andrew Miller's face finally returned to color: But you have to protect me.

Don't worry, I will instruct the New York police to protect you.

No, ma'am, you don't understand us, or even the police, and you underestimate the cunning and ferocity of the Rockefick family.

The unstaged fear on Andrew Miller's face suddenly made Edith Roosevelt's hair stand on end.

For the first time, she examined the influence of the capital group in this country from the perspective of a bystander.

what do you want me to do?

Andrew Miller had already planned: Madam, I don't know who you are. But I believe that you have a way to let the cowboy outside enter the prison to protect me. With him around, I feel that I am safe.

... Edith Roosevelt's eyes widened.

Farke, you are really good at calculating.

Let the famous Butcher and God of War of the Far East protect you, a prisoner of crime?

Seeing her hesitation, Andrew Miller became anxious: Madam, he is the only one who can protect me. Otherwise, even if you throw me into the army camp, I will definitely die.

These words made Edith Roosevelt frown. She didn't like hearing it very much.

If that were the case, what would this country be like?

She was still hesitating.

At this time, the policemen who had followed from Kurdex to escort the prisoners came in a hurry, not even bothering to knock on the door.

He pushed the door open and said urgently: Madam, the caller in town called the New York Police Department, saying that the confession and various photo records from the Kurdex Police Department were stolen.

Edith Roosevelt stood up suddenly.

And Andrew Miller was even more anxious: Madam, please show mercy and save my life.

Edith Roosevelt wanted to walk out, but paused.

She said to the accompanying police officer: Go outside and call Ethan in.

She didn't even dare to leave the interrogation room because she was worried that the young man would die if she left for a while.

After a while,

Zhao Chuanxin walked into the dim interrogation room with a carefree attitude: Edith, I told you not to have any evil thoughts about me. Why did you ask me to come in alone?

Edith Roosevelt couldn't help it and pinched his arm: Don't be glib. There are important things.

It is rare for a woman like her to do something like this.

She recounted the seriousness of the current situation.

What the hell? Zhao Chuanxin couldn't believe it. I have never squatted on a fence when I grew up. Why?

Andrew Miller didn't dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin at all, but he looked at Edith Roosevelt, eager to see through it.

How about I owe you a favor for this matter? Edith Roosevelt turned his attention to Zhao Chuanxin.