Mage Joan

Thomas got more and more excited as he spoke, stood up and patted his chest generously.

"I am a sinful slave owner, but I still have to say two words of conscience. What the'sons of freedom' are doing is purely an insult to the word'freedom'!"

"Can you imagine? A group of people clamored for ‘freedom or death’ all day long, while slavery prevailed in the same land!"

"As we all know, Mr. Adams, the leader of the'Son of Freedom', as well as our beloved former principal and current Chairman of the Alfheim Council, Mr. Jefferson, are also big slave owners. When they called for'everyone is born to be free', Have you ever thought about the black slaves in shackles and whips in your manor?"

"Don't slaves be raised by their parents, they are not worthy of being human, and they are not worthy of the ‘freedom’ they preach?"

"As a manor owner who squeezed slaves, I am ashamed of this. I confess my guilt. I deserve to go to hell. However, some so-called freedom fighters are more shameless than me!"

"At least I'm not going to be a **** and set up a memorial, so hypocritical, sooner or later I will be punished!" Thomas sneered.

"You haven't spoken this morning, are you worried?" Rebecca looked at Qiao An with gentle eyes.

Qiao An raised her head to meet her gaze, and spoke after careful consideration.

"After listening to your discussion, I have a deeper understanding of the Qingcha incident, but there is a very inconspicuous detail in this incident. You don't seem to care much, but I can't let go."

"What details?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"Why the thugs who participated in the tea-making operation specially dressed up as an Asa?" Qiao An asked softly.

There was silence in the living room, and people were thinking about it.

"Of course it is to disguise his true face, so as not to be tracked down by the police afterwards and cause trouble." Allen took the lead in answering questions raised by Qiao An.

"There are many ways to conceal your identity, such as casting spells and disguising your face, or wearing a mask. Compared with applying oil paint on your face, putting feathers on your head, and deliberately dressing up as an Asa, other ways of disguising are much easier. , Why do thugs have to give up the easy and ask for the hard?"

"You probably think I'm digging into the corner and wasting time on some insignificant details. I might as well tell you frankly that the party who suffered the mob pouring tea can't be said to have done nothing wrong, but the Asa people are purely lying guns. , Is really innocent."

"Before the'children of freedom' acted, they didn't ask the Asa people to authorize them to dress up as their compatriots. Even if none of the thugs who actually participated in the tea-making incident really had aboriginal blood, they still dressed up as an aboriginal ."

"It's like your neighbor pretending to be you without your permission and rushing to grab the bank. How would you feel?"

"Excuse me, why?"

Qiao An's gaze swept across the people in the living room with different expressions, asking questions and answers.

"So far, I haven't seen any public reports or private discussions about this detail, as if everyone agreed that this detail is not worth discussing."

"Whether it is the one who boycotts tea or the one who dumps tea, which one can represent the indigenous people?"

"This violent incident is essentially a dispute over the interests of the colonists and the suzerain. Has anyone considered the interests of the aboriginals? Is it only when they disguised their identities before the violence, did they think that the identity of the aboriginals could be used, and they would lose it when they were used up? , Like a piece of toilet paper?"

Qiao An took a deep breath and expressed his indignation and anxiety in as calm as possible.

"If I were an Asaite and watched this farce, I would first be angry because I was not respected, and then I would have a strong sense of crisis."

"When people generally don't take you seriously, offend you without paying any price, it's not far from the day they destroy you."

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully, seeming to have accepted Qiao'an's opinion, but did not discuss this topic further.

After having lunch at the White House Manor, Rebecca invited Qiao Ann to walk alone with her.

The two of them walked and chatted under the shade of the trees, holding hands. The topics mainly revolved around Sir Castis and the customs of the north, and they deliberately avoided discussing current affairs.

Rebecca is about to go north to visit relatives. If nothing else, she will stay with her father in Midgard for at least the next whole year.

Qiao An felt that, in this case, Rebecca really should be more concerned about the situation in Midgard. As for the chaos in Leiden, she shouldn't worry about it.

However, it turns out that he misunderstood Rebecca's mind.

On the way back from the garden to the living room, Rebecca suddenly stopped and solemnly bowed to Qiao'an.

"I'm sorry, Joan, I promised you that I no longer care about political activities, but unfortunately I can't do it."

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, and quickly took her hand and tried his best to comfort her.

"We are neither street activists nor professional politicians in the government or parliament. We are just sitting in the living room and chatting about the conflicts in the city, treating these things as after-hours talks. Why are you so serious as if you were doing something wrong? What happened."

"Take a step back, even if you really want to participate in political activities and join a certain party organization, there is nothing wrong with it."

"Politics is an indispensable part of human social activities. If you are interested in politics, it is just like I am interested in scientific research. There is no distinction between high and low interest in interest. Sorry for this."

After stopping to think for a while, Qiao An finally added: "I support you to engage in activities that interest you, but there is a premise that your thoughts and your behaviors must be logically consistent. In other words, just can’t do..."

"No double standards!" Rebecca rushed to answer.

Qiao An nodded.

Regardless of being a man, learning, or doing scientific research, right is right, wrong is wrong, "do not engage in double standards" do not quibble, this is his bottom line.

Based on this bottom line, the quality Qiao Ann values ​​most when interacting with people is "sincerity."

It doesn't matter if you have different political opinions, but you have to unite your words and deeds. You must not say one thing while actually doing another.

All the good things on the bright side, but the bad things behind the back-Qiao An's most disgusting thing in his life is this kind of "hypocrite" behavior!

Rebecca let out a long sigh of relief, and finally smiled on her face that had been haze all day long.

"Thank you for your understanding, Joan, I feel much more relaxed now."

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