People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

Slowly, Frost Star showed an indifferent smile, like ice suddenly melting, Aurora was simply stunned.

The commander put his hand into his pocket, took it out, and spread it out in front of Aurora.

In the girl's white palms, two candies lay quietly. The packaging was simple, but not rough.

"Want some candy?"

Froststar blinked, and some element of warmth emerged from her cold body.

The air was crisp and clear, and Aurora felt that she would never forget this scene. She stared at the frost star's hood fluttering in the wind, and then carefully took one.

She peeled off the candy wrapper and gently stuffed it into her mouth. Aurora wanted to praise how delicious it was, but her mouth was quickly filled with pungent and painful sensations.

This was clearly a candy made with a highly concentrated substance that ordinary people couldn't enjoy. Aurora felt like she was getting very hot all over.

Looking at Aurora's flushed face, Shuangxing quietly covered her mouth, showing a cute and sly expression, and then asked seriously: "Is it delicious?"

Aurora hasn't recovered yet, but she doesn't want to disappoint Froststar.

"Hmm...ah ugh...marks...so many times"

Shuangxing smiled. Only at this time could she temporarily forget the identity of the infected person and get some fun that belonged to a child.

She gently snapped her fingers to cool down Aurora.

"I'm sorry, Aurora, I just... couldn't hold it back and teased you~"

After saying that, the two people laughed together.

A clear bell sounded in the distance, as if some kind of meeting was about to be held. Aurora suppressed her smile and saluted Frost Star.

"Captain Froststar, Master Hongxue is going to give a speech. I have to excuse myself first."

The white-haired girl nodded, indicating to Aurora that she didn't have to be so formal, and then watched the member of the Yeti team disappear.

In Hongxue's sight, she saw members of the integration movement rushing towards Hongxue's camp one after another, so densely packed that it was almost impossible to squeeze through.

In order to encourage the infected people to listen to the lectures, Hongxue will distribute the special medicine for Originium Disease to the infected people who attended the lectures and listened to the lecture brochures. In the beginning, the infected people were attracted by this benefit.

However, after they listened to Hongxue's speech in full for the first time, the infected people changed their minds.This pink-haired Luper is not like those politicians who are full of empty words and have disgusting hypocritical faces. What she wants to talk about is questions that the infected people have never thought about, or have thought about but never got the answer to.

Why must infected people be discriminated against?Why do nobles always incite people to discriminate against infected people?

Where should the infected go?Can they each find a home?

These questions have stung the hearts of every infected person for a long time.

At Hongxue's rally, the infected received a response.

Those infected by them do not have original sin, and they also have the right to walk on the earth.The hatred of the nobles and the people comes from deception and prejudice, incitement and concealment of contradictions.

Hongxue is answering a question, answering a question that the integration movement has not answered.

What are they integrating?Who are the enemies and who are the friends?

Hongxue's answer is simple: integrate all the forces that can be integrated, whether infected or non-infected, as long as they are oppressed, they are a force that can be fought for.

The infected people who do evil are the enemies of the integration movement, and they should be eliminated; the ordinary people who do good things are the friends of the integration movement, and they should be won over.

In a nutshell: win over those who can be won over, and defeat those who must be defeated.

If, in the game, the Integration Movement was once an extremist organization of infected people united by hatred, then what Hongxue has to do is to redirect this hatred. What she wants to target is this man-eating crow. Sars is this cruel land.

Chapter 77: The story Hongxue and the Patriots have to tell

Hongxue had just finished a speech and her mouth felt dry.

The pink-haired Luper looked at the dense audience in the audience and felt that everything was worth it.

The snow monster held his head, thinking about the meaning of the "united front"; the warlock couldn't figure out why he wanted to transfer the hatred of the infected; several shield guards gathered around and debated whether to hang all the nobles.

It took more than an hour for the audience to recover from the brainstorming.There are few entertainment methods that integrate sports, and listening to Hongxue's speech is one of the few meaningful times.

After announcing the disbandment, Hongxue returned to her tent. She originally planned to organize the key points of the speech and print a new batch of brochures.

However, before Hongxue had time to sit down, she heard the call of the messenger.

"Lord Hongxue, someone is visiting you!"

The pink-haired Luper was a little confused and didn't know who came to visit him, but he still responded.

"Please come in."

Her tent suddenly opened, letting in the cold wind and snowflakes. Then, a figure nearly three meters tall bowed his head slightly and greeted Hongxue.

"Mr. Patriot?"

After seeing the person clearly, Hongxue showed an unexpected look.Of course she knew about this Wendigo. Whether in the military or in aristocratic circles, he was a legend that everyone knew and knew.

The pink-haired Luper stood up from the chair, she lit the brazier to keep warm, then brought a special chair for the patriot, and the two sat down around the brazier.

It was only then that Hongxue had the opportunity to take a good look at the last pure-blooded Wendigo in the world.Due to lack of maintenance, his armor was rusty and rusty, and his helmet was full of cracks.

In Patriot, Hongxue could not feel any crazy or bloodthirsty factors. If it were not for his height that was far beyond ordinary people, Hongxue would probably just regard him as an ordinary old man.

"Mr. Patriot, what do you want?"

Hongxue considered the words, and she finally decided to break the silence and start with a question.

In his daily work, Hongxue rarely interacted with Tallulah or the Patriots, leaving these matters to Bella.For Hongxue, writing is the most important thing.

The tall figure slowly spread his hands, and in his palm lay an Originium potion.

Just like this Source Stone special medicine, in the eyes of Patriots, Hongxue is an incredible existence.

She is not an infected person, and she has not even suffered much, but Hongxue is indeed fighting in her own way.

Patriots have a good understanding of her speeches and the words she wrote.Precisely because of her status as a Hongxue noble, she was able to break free from the shackles and understand the infected from a more detached and clearer perspective.

“In your opinion, who is an infected person?”

A voice as hard as a rock flowed from Patriot's mouth, and the special Originium medicine produced by Hongxue alleviated the lesions in his throat.

Hongxue has elaborated on this issue thousands of times in her books, but when faced with questions from patriots, she did not intend to read it again.

After thinking for a moment, Hongxue gave his answer.

"The infected are human beings, just like thousands of ordinary people on this land."

The patriot shook his head

"No politicians, emperors, or ordinary people think so."

Pink-haired Luper smiles

"Politicians use infected people to deflect conflicts, and the emperor is swept up in the wave of nobles. As for ordinary people, they are easily deceived and easily incited, as they always are."

"Tallulah gave you the name 'Integration Movement', but do the infected really understand what they want to integrate?"

Hongxue recalled the situation when she first joined the integration movement. She saw the infected people being numb and afraid, and saw them using violence to cover up their fear. In Hongxue's view, this was just a violent organization where infected people joined each other for warmth. That’s all.

Patriot was silent for a moment. He looked at Hongxue's unfinished manuscript.

"So you start giving speeches and you print pamphlets because you feel that the integration movement is missing some direction."

As a warrior, the Patriot never wavers. He wants to resist fate and the injustice and darkness of Ursus, but this never means that the Patriot is a stubborn person.

Hongxue nodded, added new firewood into the brazier, and then stared at the dancing flames.

"Mr. Patriot, when you came in, you must have noticed the messenger standing at the door."

"That was the young man Bella and I met in a village that was destroyed by natural disasters. Like you, he hated Ursus' brutal rule."

"If there is any difference between him and you, it's probably only his status as a non-infected person."

As she spoke, Hongxue raised her head. Through her helmet, she looked directly into the Patriot's eyes.

"Mr. Patriot, in my opinion, the integration movement needs to integrate, not only the infected, but any oppressed people are the targets of our integration."

It's big, the pattern is big.

At this moment, the patriot thought of a great being-the late emperor of Ursus.He once punished the world with swords and long whips, expanding the territory of Ursus to an unimaginable extent.

In that era, people of different races, different languages, and different beliefs were bathed in glory and rushing toward the same goal.

There is nothing wrong with what Hongxue said. Patriots have always resisted the darkness of Ursus and the mistakes of this country. However, the people living in the shadow of Ursus are far from the only infected people.

The Patriots took note of Hongxue's efforts. Over the past few months, the Patriots had witnessed with their own eyes the transformation of the integration movement.

He saw the audience of Hongxue's lectures increasing again and again, and he saw those rough-quality brochures being held in the arms of infected people as if they were precious; patriots saw those numb people once again stimulate their ability to think, and began to look for existence that truly oppresses them.

It can be said that Hongxue is preparing a banner for the integration movement. She wants to use truth to pierce hypocrisy, and use this banner to unite Ursus and all the oppressed people on this land.

Patriots love young people, this love is almost doting.

"Pen, here you go."

With that said, the giant took out the gift he had prepared.

It was a high-end fountain pen gilded with silver, a relic once used by the patriot's son.

His son should have been as good a writer and poet as Hongxue.

He died, falling to the ground like a withered leaf.

"Go and write, write your words that are destined to be immortal."

Patriot's tone was soft but tough. He was tall, but Hongxue could clearly see his sensitive and fragile heart.

Hongxue reached out and took it, as if taking the sharp blade from the hand of a fallen warrior.

Pens and flags are always the least likely to be broken.

Chapter 78: Wrath of God

"A ticket, thank you"

An Ursusian youth who looked like a student took out the coins from his pocket and took the ticket from the conductor.

He started from Sami, stopped and stopped along the way, and finally arrived at the border train station.

This is the resource and manpower transfer center of Ursus. A wide range of resources are transported to various destinations through this station.

The young man walked onto the platform, and soon the train he was waiting for passed by. He got on the train together with several Ursus workers.

He sat in the oil-stained third-class seat, looking out the window and staring at the cold and dark sky.

It's a two-day drive from the nearest mobile city, but young people have plenty of time.

Opposite him, sat a brother and sister. They looked a little malnourished. The brother was skinny, with high cheekbones and yellow hair; the sister had freckles on her face and her hands were covered with frostbite.

"Tina, when you get to the count's place, you must be obedient."

Although the two people deliberately lowered their voices, the young man could still hear them clearly.

"Brother, I will do it. I will work hard. Brother, don't worry."

The girl nodded vigorously and looked strong.

Then, the boy took out a comb from the dirty bag. While combing his hair, he babbled instructions to his sister.

"If you can work as a servant for the Earl, Tina won't have to starve with me."

"The earl has a noble status and will definitely not embarrass Tina."

He carefully combed his sister's hair until the girl's hair was neat and smooth.

"Then, brother, what are you going to do?"

The boy lowered his head, subconsciously glanced at his covered left arm, and then smiled bitterly.

"I heard that His Majesty has opened special factories in big cities, and the wages are very high."

The young man listened to the conversation between the two in his heart, and he sighed, knowing that life was far from being as wonderful as the boy said.

Nobles are often extremely harsh on the servants they hire. To them, a servant is a talking beast of burden, a commodity that can be bullied at will.

As for the boy infected with Originium Disease, once he enters the infected factory, it will be difficult for him to come out.

It can be said that Fyodor only protected the most basic survival rights of infected people, and the results he obtained were far from enough.

At this moment, the young man smelled the dust in the air, which meant that a train was about to pass by another track.

"Ugh——"