Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

"Take me to your tent."

Loya almost finished the inspection and asked Tallulah to lead the way.

W and Alina were guarding the tent, and they could hear Loya's scolding from time to time.

He sat on the ground, analyzing the problems existing in the integration movement, talking and writing, and teaching Tallulah how to do it.

Tallulah stood, bending over to get scolded, her eyes still staring at the paper in front of Loya, always cycling between the three words "understand" and "hmm".

But she was indeed very understanding. She listened and thought, and asked questions when she encountered something she didn’t understand, such as why we wanted to win over workers and peasants, and why we wanted to establish a newspaper.

Time passes from afternoon to dusk, and from dusk to evening.

Today, the Integration Movement broke the rule of turning off the lights at night, and the leader's camp was always glowing with light.

Tallulah didn't notice that the night had fallen silent, focusing all her attention on the teacher's words.

Loya didn't stop talking until the last character fell.

On paper, the "Integrated Movement Program", "Movement Work Direction", and "General Plan for Organizational Reform" have been completed.

Tallulah suddenly flinched when she heard the teacher's words.

This is the life and death of an ancient empire, and he happens to be standing in this position.

The small organization that came from the snowfield never thought that this time would come so quickly.

She hasn't grown up yet and needs time.

So the teacher pulled him to sit down together and looked at each other with those burning eyes.

"Leader Tallulah," he shouted sharply, "I can tell you, this is a fight to decide who will own the power of Ursus."

"I hope you can recognize the naivety of the integration movement and be prepared to fight with several Ursus armies."

"The food the enemy eats is grown by farmers, and the weapons used by the enemy are made by workers. The enemy has not yet realized who is the real enemy."

"So it looks like they are strong, but we may not be unable to win."

The teacher patted his shoulder and smiled.

Business is over, now comes private business.

He said softly: "I left too early and didn't teach you many things. It's my fault."

"Don't be afraid, you just need to do your own thing and leave the rest to me."

After saying that, Loya was about to get up.

Tallulah suddenly understood why the teacher had succeeded in Kazdaele.

Driven by throbbing, she suddenly grabbed his hand.

Loya lowered his head.

Those eyes were actually somewhat similar to his own.

A small fire burned in it.

"Teacher," Tallulah said no longer wavering, "We will fight them to the end, and so will the Emperor."

"Well, the same goes for the Emperor."

Luo Ya smiled and nodded, lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and walked out of the tent.

Tallulah sorted out the handwriting on the table and walked out after about 10 minutes.

The figure with only half of his face visible disappeared into the dark night.

But Tallulah was not the only one attending the lecture.

There are also Froststar and her team of snow monsters, as well as Patriot shield guards, Faust's crossbowmen... there are many, many, and I don't know when they surrounded the camp.

"Partners, the most difficult moment is about to come."

Tallulah shouted.

On the other side, Loya and W were blocked.

A tall figure blocked the front of the car, and a deep and dull voice came from the armor:

"I can feel it, sir, that you once had the mark of an entire race on your body...it is still yours, but it has been temporarily lost."

As if just to say this, he got out of the way.

Without saying anything, Loya drove forward.

There are two final words in my ears:

"Thank you, sir, for both the Integrated Movement and Kazdaele."

"If I can still survive this time, I want to go back and take a look."

My brother 25 Zhang Usas brought the plague to*

There is such a group of people in the city of Chernobog.

They hung out in bars during the day and slept on the streets at night.

Get tattoos, get a very trendy haircut, and some even deliberately cut a scar on their face to make them look fierce.

This group of people are called hooligans. Most of them are young people who have dropped out of school and are unwilling to work - but some are special and become like this for other reasons.

A group of people like this, about twenty, gathered in Block No. 13 at night.

It was almost twelve o'clock, the street lights were still on, and complaints could be heard from time to time at the entrance of the alley.

"Boss, is that person coming yet?" The people under his command were a little impatient.

The man known as the boss is the biggest gangster in this neighborhood. His family has some status and he is still a middle school student.

Leaning against the wall, the boss threw away the cigarette butt, which happened to hit the sitting second brother on the head.

"you……"

The second child raised his head and glared at the eldest brother, making him scratch his head in embarrassment.

The second child is new here, but he is also a middle school student. Like the eldest brother, he joined out of anger because of conflicts with his family.

He became the second child because he shared the same disease. Unlike others, he has neither scars nor perms, and his relationship with the eldest brother is more like a friend.

The gangsters had been waiting for two hours, but the boss continued to wait.

It was not until twelve o'clock that a figure emerged from the corner.

She was wearing a black trench coat, and the lower half of her face was covered by a mask, leaving only her eyes exposed.

And those eyes - the boss has seen them, just like those of the military police and soldiers.

He has killed people, many of them.

The boss shuddered, regretted taking the business, and forced himself to speak:

"What do you want us to do?"

"Sell books."

She took out a large amount of money and threw it on the ground.

"The money from the sale belongs to you. I just want you to sell out. Do you want to do it?"

"Do, do..."

Upon hearing this, the younger brothers around him immediately exploded, and the boss hurriedly agreed before he could even say yes.

Holy shit, can this be a good thing?

The old man's teeth were itching, but he was afraid that if he went back on his word, the other party would kill him directly, so he had no choice but to agree.

The next second, several more people climbed over the wall and brought boxes after boxes of books. The boxes were cardboard boxes with no words on them.

"If five hundred books are sold out within seven days, we will still have cooperation."

After speaking coldly, she led the people away, as if to the next stop.

The second child picked up the money and distributed it skillfully to everyone.

Everyone was happy and thanked him and the boss one after another.

The boss, on the other hand, just lit up a cigarette melancholy, not feeling happy at all.

How to sell it, to whom, and what are the consequences?

Unlike these people, the boss is from a noble family and has more considerations.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Let's divide the books. The price is ten cents... The second brother and I will each take two boxes, and the rest will be divided among the others."

"Okay, listen to the boss."

After the twenty people divided the books, they went their separate ways, leaving only the eldest and the second oldest.

"Where are you going to sell it to?" the boss asked casually.

"It's school." The second child picked up the box and answered casually.

That's a good idea.

I will go to the school to sell it early tomorrow morning. There are many people reading there, not to mention that the boss decided to give it to me for free.

"I'll go and memorize the book first, what about you?"

"Same."

After the boss finished speaking, he picked up the box and walked to Chernobog No. [-] Middle School.

The second child went to Peterheim Middle School.

However, something unexpected happened on the way to school.

There was a group of people talking quietly in the corridor late at night.

One of them spotted him and rushed over.

The second child's expression suddenly changed and he wanted to run, but the box was too heavy and he turned around causing his body to become unstable and he fell directly to the ground.

"You wild dog, I can catch you."

The middle-aged man rushed to the dick, took off his pants and started slapping him.

Because there was too much dust on my hands, I slapped a few black handprints on my butt.

Only after Lao Er continued to admit his mistake and the people around him persuaded him did he stop.

"Why don't you go home? Do you know how worried your mother is about you?"

"..."

The second child turned his head stubbornly and chose not to answer his father's words.

The father became even more angry and raised his hand to hit him again, but was stopped by a man.

"Wait." A young voice said.

Everyone turned around, and a car slowly stopped in front of them.

The person in the driver's seat rolled down the window, revealing half of his face.

The car owner looked at the group of people.

Perhaps because the processing was added too late, each of them looked shabby, their work clothes had not been changed in time, they were very dirty, and there was indescribable fatigue in their eyes.

"Are you workers?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

When he saw this valuable car and the owner's attire, his father said flatteringly.

After hearing the answer, the car owner happily got out of the car and wanted to shake his hand, but his father thought his hands were dirty and hesitated for a while.

"Really..."

The car owner had no choice but to take off his coat and step on the ground, then put it on again and said with a smile:

"Now I'm just like you."

Although his clothes were still not as dirty as his own, the unique and weird man in front of him did win the favor of the workers present.