They all call me master.

Chapter 888 Dawn Rebellion III

The sun dispels the darkness and awakens people who have been sleeping all night.

People in most areas still get up and wash as usual.

The wife of the middle-class family has already received the bread delivered by the bakery. The meat delivered by the delicatessen is naturally indispensable, and the seasonings purchased at the grocery store make the breakfast more hearty.

In the 'Silver Age', butter, honey and cream were only available during festivals.

Even during festivals, I am reluctant to release more.

But after entering the 'pioneer era', everything became different.

The retreat of the nobility.

The rise of shipping.

Productivity follow-up.

It makes everything different.

At least, Mr. Durr, who lives on Kirk Street, is very satisfied with his current life. He still remembers that when he was a child, he had to wait until the Winter Festival to eat a portion of barbecue weighing about 50 grams - it was possible, but not inevitable. Basically, he could only eat it once every two or three years.

And now?
Mr. Durr looked at the 500g fried steak on the table and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Of course, the black pepper and salt handed to him by his wife added a kind of happiness to Mr. Durr's smile that only middle-aged men can understand.

Looking at his wife taking care of his son and daughter while they eat breakfast, Mr. Durr, the head of the family, straightened his back unconsciously.

He wanted to say something before dinner.

As the head of a trading company, Mr. Durr believes he should do so.

But before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by his wife.

“Come back early in the evening.

I bought a new style of pajamas from the department store.

Black silk. ”

The wife's voice was not loud.

If Mr. Durr had not been sitting next to him, he would not even have heard such words.

Mr. Durr has always been proud of his hearing.

But at this time, he would rather not hear it.

Husband and wife.

There are always some secret codes.

Especially between an old man and his young wife, there is an extraordinary tacit understanding between them.

It doesn't take much, just a glance is enough.

In the past...

Do not!
To be precise, three years ago, Mr. Durr was already so excited that he couldn't wait.

But, that was three years ago.

Now?

Mr. Durr felt a chill in his lower back and his legs trembled. The words he had been preparing for a long time turned into - after seeing the expectant look in his wife's eyes who was 20 years younger than him -

"I'll get the newspaper!"

Having said that, Mr. Durr couldn't wait to get up and walked out the door.

He had heard the extra news.

Of course, none of this matters.

What matters is what he does at night.

work overtime?

No!

Just used it last time.

Friends gathering?

Even worse.

After using this excuse last time, his wife held a small salon at home, and not only his friends but also all his friends' wives came.

Then?

The ladies sat together and chatted.

That scene simply gave him and his friends the chills.

As a result, two of his friends temporarily lost contact with him.

Those two love going to clubs.

There was another one with a bruised nose and face.

The lady was from the country, and her specialty was shoeing horses by herself. Her arms were thicker than her friend's thighs.

The last one doesn’t look like much on the surface.

However, he had seen the other person in the park in the evening for three consecutive days, and the other person's clothes were obviously a little smelly.

In short, gathering with friends is not a good idea.

'How about I fall down?'

Mr. Durr began to go to extremes.

There's no way, everything is over when you reach middle age.

While thinking, Mr. Dur handed over the scraps and took today's "South Los Daily" from the newsboy, while waiting for the next newspaper - as the head of a trading company, Mr. Dur certainly could not read a newspaper, the daily newspaper was just the basics.

While he waited, Mr. Durr opened the newspaper.

Then——

"How can this be?!"

Mr. Duer exclaimed.

The South Los Daily published the news that the owner of South Los, the Countess, declared war on Neiwan because the heir of Neiwan repeatedly provoked the South Los noble Arthur Kratos.

This is the front page.

The second version is about the Lord of Nanros, who awarded Arthur Kratos the title of Baron.

Mr. Durr looked through it.

His expression kept changing.

The head of the household believed it was fake news.

However, this is news published in the South Los Daily, how could it be fake?

Subsequently, similar news appeared in more newspapers.

"real!
It’s all true!”

Mr. Durr muttered to himself, and almost subconsciously, the head of the family looked next door.

Under the huge banyan tree, No. 2 Kirk Street is almost hidden by the shade.

When the wind blows, the shade of the trees sways as the treetops sway.

Makes everything seem so unreal.

In his memory, the neighbor's child, Arthur, was just a child in his eyes, and even Drake and Cassandra were just older children.

Only old Charlie's age would allow him to maintain a respectful conversation.

But he didn't know when that little kid became the big shot he looked up to.

When did it start?
It should be after Sheriff Locke died?

From that time on, the child in his heart changed almost every day.

In a short period of time, he became a big shot who could influence the entire South County. "It's really awe-inspiring!"

Mr. Durr sighed, but he did not stay any longer. Instead, he returned home and said quickly to his wife who looked puzzled.

“Remember Doton?

He’s the one who was beaten black and blue by his wife!
You take the child and her to the countryside first.

Do not worry.

This guy Dodon must be packing a bag for his wife at this time."

Mr. Durr said this and quickly rushed into the bathroom.

He took out the private money wrapped in brown paper from the ceiling of the bathroom.

“Bring it.

It can save lives at critical moments!"

With that, Mr. Durr rushed into the bedroom again.

Two muskets were taken out from the secret compartment in the bedroom.

“Bring it.

It can save your life at the critical moment!"

Having said this, the head of the family went out to call for a carriage.

Mrs. Duer, whose thoughts were disrupted by the unexpected change, has not yet reacted.

But she believed in her husband.

She was well aware that her husband's vision and knowledge far surpassed hers.

Since she was allowed to take the child away, there must be a reason.

But the worry in my heart became more and more intense.

"Duel you?"

“I have to stay.

I have to stay too - things will get worse soon, and on the contrary, staying at this time will bring unexpected surprises.

The more dangerous it is, the more profitable it is!
Do not worry!
Maybe it was just a false alarm.

When you come back, I will be the general manager!"

Mr. Durr smiled and comforted his wife.

He sent his wife to the carriage, kissed his son and daughter, and then the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

Mr. Durr then rushed to the dock.

Boat ticket!

He must prepare for the worst!

He must get four tickets to leave South Los!

If you can't get four.

Then three!

At least three!

With this thought in mind, Mr. Durr quickened his pace.

Soon, he saw the friend who was camping in the park and two friends with whom he had temporarily lost contact. They were also going to the pier.

Moreover, there are more than four people.

More well-dressed people were heading to the dock.

The four of them looked at each other and their hearts sank.

Unease began to spread.

But no one gave up.

After all, they are the head of the family.

The declaration of war caused a chain reaction in South Los.

The same thing happened in West Berlin.

The same is true of Einhaus.

This is especially true for Betelling.

The smart middle class noticed something was wrong, the wealthy nobles began to seek a way out, and the common people were confused, but no matter which class they were from, they all remembered a name at this time -

Arthur Kratos!

It was like a whirlwind that started from everyone's heart and then spread to the whole body.

A tingling sensation spreads from the scalp.

Everyone stared at the name with wide eyes.

At this moment, they had an indelible memory of this name.

And this brought Arthur a rich harvest——

[The four territories of Nanlos, West Berlin, Einhas, and Beth have all been shaken by your declaration of war on Neiwan; XP+10000]

[You have a small parish, and the enthusiasm of the Inland River Church for you has reached its peak. They regard you as a miracle; XP + 10000]

[From South Los to Inner Bay, along the way, with your deliberate propaganda and the close cooperation of other forces, your name has gradually become synonymous with "disaster", and with the declaration of war by the four places, your name of "disaster" has been confirmed; XP+10000]

[From now on, more people in Nanjun have heard your name: XP+3000]

……

33000XP!

An XP value that was enough to satisfy Arthur.

Remember, this is just the beginning, not the end.

As the news spread and was confirmed, Arthur could fully imagine what his harvest would be like by then.

Especially when Beth led the troops and other territories also sent out troops, the XP at that time was an astronomical figure - of course, in order to make this astronomical figure even more exaggerated, he also thought of some plans for the future.

But that was later.

now--

Arthur looked at his XP total.

109000XP!

Saved enough!
You have accumulated enough XP to reach the next level after breaking through the limit!
Not only did he save enough, but he also spent a lot more.

Among the remaining base materials, [Dragon Horn] and [Violent Bear Gall] are also in place.

As for the 'claws of a fierce tiger' and the 'ears of a dire wolf'?
Arthur believed that the countess was ready.

However, Arthur did not contact the countess immediately.

The young Nanlos medium looked at Portriman—

"Botriman, can I trust you?"

"Of course, Your Highness!

Your will is the purpose of my life!"

The left lead singer of 'Dead Poets Society' said this.

Arthur smiled and nodded.

Then, he said:

"Then can you die for a moment?"

(End of this chapter)