I am a tutor/Terra transcriber in Terra, but the enlightenment stream

"Ah? Me?" Her eyes widened unconsciously, and her voice subconsciously raised: "Are you crazy?"

This is a huge event. It is an important part of the survival of Ursus. It is a political game that cannot be higher. Yes, it is...

Lyudmila still thought Loya was joking, but Loya was obviously not. He asked:

"Do you know who you are?"

"I, I'm just a little person, a scientist's daughter, an Avenger, a..."

"You are 'L''s assistant, my mouth and ears, the chief liaison to the underground organization of the Integration Movement." Loya interrupted her.

One hand gently took off Ludmila's hat, then pinched her fingers and gently stroked the top of her head.

The child has awakened, but is still confused, unable to see clearly about himself or the future.

Loya said softly: "You just need to remember that this piece of paper in your hand determines the future of the integration movement and everyone you come into contact with, including you, me, and those who support us."

"No matter how hard it is for you, just do this, okay?"

"Lyudmila, you should also move forward."

"..."

Lyudmila couldn't remember exactly how she got out of Loya's room.

I just felt that my brain was dizzy, and I was fooled into thinking by Loya, and I agreed to this task in a daze.

She stopped on a street.

She had walked through this street many times. Whether she left here more than ten years ago or returned here more than ten years later, it was always so wide and so long. The houses on both sides of the street were the same, and the sunshine was still the same as before. .

She stood in the middle of the road for a long time, motionless, even though she was scolded by the car owner and looked at strangely by the pedestrians passing by.

There is no other reason, I just suddenly feel that this place has become wider and newer. Take a good look and think about it.

Holding the letter in her hand tightly, after a long time, Lyudmila suddenly strode forward and started running as she walked.

Because I forgot to put on my hat, the strong wind blew my orange-red hair around.

After running for a long time - running for more than ten years, she finally came out.

Loya, who was following her, smiled slightly.

In fact, it doesn't matter when the letter is sent.

The important thing is that when the future of a country or a nation rests on Lyudmila, personal hatred becomes not worth mentioning.

Lyudmila, it’s time to truly turn a page in your life.

Chapter 33 Loya, I’m here to find you

Early in the morning, Rosaleen hurried to the library with a newspaper.

Five minutes later, a roar came from the library:

"Bullshit!"

Sonia threw the newspaper out, pointed at the content and said angrily: "These shameless beasts!"

Rosalind picked up the newspaper and spread it flat on the desk.

This is an official newspaper from Ursus. Official newspapers are not popular in Chernobog, but this time it was difficult to get them.

Because it contains some of the most intense content about the recent Chernobog conflict, such as:

"Here's a lie! "L" and his supporters will surely perish", "In-depth analysis of why "L" slanders the empire", "Truth will win and the empire will last forever"...

They occupied almost the entire page of the newspaper. Rosalin turned the newspaper over again, and "Y"'s questioning letter occupied another page.

Sonia continued to read, her hands holding both sides of the newspaper gradually shrank, and she scratched part of the paper, but she did not get angry again.

"We can't sit still, Rosalind."

"You are the boss, I listen to you, what should we do?"

"..." Sonia was immersed in thought and kept pacing back and forth in the corridor.

The previous experience of the gang leader inspired her. Sonia thought of Loya's words again, and an idea arose in her heart.

"I don't know, but I know it's definitely not going to work with just the two of us."

"You mean..."

"Yes!" Sonia clenched her fist and said resolutely: "We need an organization. The goal cannot be too big, but it cannot be too weak. Just recruit students like us."

"Hide your identity first and start from another school... Which school is closest to us?"

"Uh," Rosalin touched her head, "I don't know. It's weird if I know. You were obviously the most powerful before..."

"Ah, I know!" Sonia slapped her head and remembered that there was a noble school nearby.

"What's that called? Chernobog No. [-] Middle School, that's where it starts."

"Then what is the name of our organization?"

""The self-government group, the name is Ursus Student Self-Government Group. "

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The book "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation" followed the newspaper to the whole of Ursus and gradually turned into a debate.

This debate lasted for a whole month. Its length, serious content, and intensity far exceeded any debate in the history of Ursus. It can be called "the most controversial debate in history."

Supporters and promoters of "L" continue to publish their views in local newspapers in an attempt to prove that it is correct. The supporters of "Y" have better public opinion resources, occupy the heights of public opinion, and present a one-sided suppression trend.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, the water is getting muddier, and even the emperor is secretly ending.

But so far, “Y”’s questioning letter has become a hurdle that “L”’s supporters can never overcome, and they are about to lose.

At the same time, the movements of Ursus were also obtained by the outside world. Gradually, the name "L" spread from Ursus to Victoria, Casimir, Letania, and further away, Rem Billiton.

——A remote border town.

Sunny afternoon, drunken townspeople, and the scent of wine - the whole picture of this tavern.

There were two beautiful women sitting in the corner of the tavern, but no one dared to come up and talk to them.

One of the gray-haired Carters was saying something to another strange woman, with a very sincere expression. Unfortunately, the woman was unmoved. She didn't even change her face. She didn't even look at her. She sipped the drink in her hand. wine.

"Miss Skadi, our treatment in Rhode Island..."

Atrocity wants to say something more.

Skadi slowly looked back.

"I have already rejected you."

Her red lips moved up and down, her tone was soft and slow, colder than ethereal, more ethereal than cold.

The red eyes staring at him were like whirlpools at the bottom of the sea, deep and terrifying.

There is no emotion in this woman except coldness.

Atrocity's mouth seemed to be frozen, and he was speechless. It took him a long time to spit out a few words: "Okay... I understand."

Skadi slowly looked away and continued to sip his wine.

Seeing this, the atrocities were completely given up.

This time she came back from Rhode Island and formally submitted her resignation letter to the company. On the way, she met Skadi, who attacked people without blinking an eye. She wanted to bring him to the island together, but after a day of hard work, there was still no result.

Before leaving, Violent reminded: "I heard you are collecting newspapers?"

Skadi didn't reply or react.

Now that everything has been said, the atrocities will be carried out to the end, and he continued: "You were deceived. They all said that you were taken advantage of. The price of a newspaper is not that expensive at all."

"..." But Skadi remained unmoved.

Atrocity was not the kind of person with excessive self-awareness. He shook his head and left the tavern, heading towards Ursus.

Skadi was still sipping red wine. From day to night, there was still some red wine left in the glass.

At 22 o'clock, she stopped drinking and stood up with her sword in hand.

The tavern was suddenly silent.

The last person who provoked her sold her newspapers at a high price, and now no one dares to even build his grave.

This woman was indeed out of her mind, and she still bought the newspaper at that price afterwards. Who dared to sell it at a low price would not be happy.

Maybe strong people are more or less strange...

Everyone lowered their heads and listened to the footsteps passing by.

Skadi pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, made a creaking sound, lowered his head again, and moved forward step by step, stepping on the soil under his feet.

Where "before" is, Skadi doesn't know.

One, two, three... took three steps.

Looking up at the moon, nothing had changed. The moonlight made Skadi squint her eyes.

"good evening."

She spoke to the moon, as she had liked to do since Loya's death, but the moon would not answer her once.

"You, why don't you talk?"

"Am I not your friend?"

Skadi closed her eyes and listened quietly.

"Ah, I know, that's it."

"Well, yes, I don't want to go any further."

Family, teammates, friends...

tired.

"You said you were lonely and no one was with you?"

"Me too, I can come and accompany you."

Skadi slowly raised the sword and leaned it against his neck.

"Father, mother, captain, Loya, I'm coming."

She exerted a slight force on her hand and stopped suddenly just as the blade was about to start moving.

"Ah, wait for me for a moment."

Skadi put down his sword and took out the new newspaper he bought today.

This is an important motivation that supports her to survive to this day, but it is already the last time.

Browsing perfunctorily as if he had completed a task, Skadi flipped through the pages one by one, very quickly, one page per second.

The tenth picture, the No.11 picture, the No.12 picture, no, the No.11 picture.

Skadi caught a glimpse of a few words and pulled out the No. 11 card.

Those words were written in big words - "'L' is about to be completely defeated.", she just stared at these words, motionless, for one minute, two minutes... and a half. hours until the newspaper is completely wet.

The hunter wiped away his tears and hugged the book "L" wrote to him tightly in his arms.

"Loya, I'm here to find you."

Chapter 34 Before the Storm

At the end of July 1096, a newspaper called Pravda was born.

It was neither the property of a big shot, nor did it have very strong funds. No one even knew where its address was, but its first page and a hundred thousand copies of the newspaper were swept away in an instant.

Just because the name of one of the authors on the page is - "L".

Toward the end of the debate, the pushback began.

"Hello, Mr. 'Y', before I knock down your ridiculous point, I'd like to reiterate my point."

"The society of the Ursus Emperor and the nobles only needs slaves, and the owners of these slaves do not need freedom,

“‘Righteous men’ like you think that the masters of land and slaves are superior to all and serve them, but in fact you are just as much a slave as their slaves, and you don’t even know it.”