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

Yelena's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a whisper.

The outstretched hand was exposed to the sun, but it couldn't feel the warmth, and it was even getting colder day by day.

"Old man, I want to find 'L'."

"why?"

"I want to see him one last time."

"it is good."

"Ha." Yelena smiled again.

She took out the book she had just printed and opened it, her eyes suddenly trance-like.

Since walking out of the snowfield, everyone has changed. The old stubborn is no longer the old stubborn, and he has more smiles.

Yelena told her father that this was Mr. "L"'s new book, and Tallulah asked him to read it to him, just like the previous book.

Father agreed.

So there were only dusk, sunset, hills, two silhouettes, one tall and one short, and the solemn voice of reading aloud mixed with unknown emotions.

“The bourgeoisie has wiped out the aura of all professions that had always been revered and awe-inspiring. It has turned doctors, lawyers, priests, poets and scholars into wage laborers it pays to hire.”

"It tore off the veil of tenderness covering family relationships, turned this relationship into a purely financial relationship, and replaced the backward old aristocratic exploitation with open and shameless exploitation..."

Yelena is reading and Patriot is listening.

It's like going back a long time ago, when his son and a group of people also plotted to overthrow Ursus like this.

Patriots have killed many idealists, and there is no shortage of such people in any era, but now he has become one of them.

This group of people - integrated movement, "L" turned this warm sun into a scorching sun that burned everything.

The empire is coming to an end.

Bodrokasti never doubted victory, he only worried about how many people would die in the Empire's final madness.

After a while, one chapter was finished.

Yelena understood while reading. After reading, she still didn't understand, so she read it over and over again, frowning and pointing at the book from time to time.

Patriot accompanied her.

So the time passed from dusk to night.

A gust of evening wind blew by, and the book was turned over a few pages, reaching the preface.

The first ray of moonlight shines on the last part, just separated from the shadow of the upper part.

Yelena took a look, stood up with a smile, and said to Bodrokasti:

"dad."

"Ok?"

"Extend your fist and shout after me later."

"Okay." Patriot stretched out his fist.

Yelena bumped into him.

"Proletarians of all Terra, unite!"

"Proletarians of all Terra, unite."

"Hello, comrade Bodrokasti!"

"Hello, Comrade Yelena."

"puff……"

Yelena smiled happily and spun around in a circle, her white hair scattered like a waterfall, blooming in the moonlight.

"I'm leaving. Remember to report to the Armed Forces Committee tomorrow."

She left a word, turned around and left her post in a few steps.

The patriot watched her leave. Even though his daughter could no longer be seen, he was still standing there, standing on the hill, under the moonlight.

"Ah."

Bodrokas actually smiled.

Picking up the "Bolshevik Manifesto" left by Frost Star - the author of the book has been silent for a long time. He went quietly and returned quietly.

On an extremely ordinary day, in an extremely weak organization, a book destined to rewrite history was born.

At this time, the military aristocrats had just realized that a force trying to challenge them was forming. The industrial capitalists were still immersed in the dream of seizing the power of the empire and plotted to use this opportunity to defeat their old rivals.

At the factory, workers suddenly had an extra hour of free reading time.

In the bookstore, a new book is placed in the most conspicuous position.

Baikal was so busy these days that he had no choice but to write to Loya asking for help.

Loya, on the other hand, looked at the letter and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he came to an incredible conclusion:

"Are there any problems with these landowners' minds?"

"what?"

W put down the cookbook, walked up to Loya, knocked his feet off the desk with a knife, and sat down in his arms naturally.

"You've lost weight again." Loya said distressedly.

"Who did it?"

"..." Loya closed his mouth.

W made a sound and turned to look at the letter in Loya's hand:

Dear Mr. Loya, Gui'an.

A group of unknown forces were instructed by that group of insects to spread dangerous remarks about 'L' all over Chernobog. This was not a good sign and could even be regarded as the beginning of a new war.

My retainer is helpless against his evil talk, but I think if it were you, you would be able to make it self-defeating.

——Your best friend, Baikal

"What are you going to do?" W raised his eyebrows.

Loya couldn't stop laughing.

"These two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks just happen to be together, so I'll give them a big gift."

After all, no one expected that these industrial aristocrats would contribute to the spread of the "Ideology of the Ursus Nation".

"Can you please explain it more clearly, why did you end up looking exactly like that B Kelsey?" the person in his arms yelled.

"Miss W, you are a mother now, please be careful with your words."

"I……"

"OK OK."

Loya turned her head and kissed her - she was honest.

Then he explained: "I was worried about how this book could legitimately get out of Chernobog. Wouldn't the opportunity come now?"

Because although "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation" has been simplified, it is still difficult to understand, and most people have never heard of this name.

"Well, I immediately told Baikal that there is a well-known scholar here who wants to challenge 'L' and his followers head-on and break his fallacies."

Speaking, Loya smiled mysteriously.

"I hope all newspapers in Ursus will focus on this literary battle."

Chapter 32 Lyudmila

In the middle of 1096, Ursus, which had not had any major events for a long time, suddenly published several news articles, the content of which was roughly: "Is the theory of the mysterious man 'L' correct?"

And later attached a letter of questioning from the occult scholar "Y".

Who is the occultist "Y", who is "L", and what happened?

Where there is greater exploitation, the people look for more fun.The ability of the people of Ursus in this regard can be said to be unparalleled. In just three days, the ins and outs of this incident spread from the streets to the alleys, and from the city to the countryside.

Thanks to the rigid support of the old aristocracy on this incident, and the fanning of the flames by industrial capitalists, "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation" followed it to every corner of the empire.

The public is a very broad term, which includes workers, farmers, scholars and other professions. There are many people watching and having fun, but some people are beginning to truly understand this debate.

But the full picture of the matter is often not visible to everyone. For now, a letter from “Y” will make it impossible for “L” to get back on its feet.

He said this:

"Hello, Mr. L, I think the words 'exploitation' and 'oppression' you used a lot in your book are very inappropriate."

"The Ursus Empire has had monarchs and nobles since its founding, and it is precisely because of the monarchs and nobles that the empire can survive for thousands of years and become a powerful country in an environment surrounded by powerful enemies."

"Our empire has a long history of monarchy, which has become an integral part of our culture. Only the honor of this monarchy can unite our country and make it the foundation of Ursus' rule."

"And now, you confuse 'monarchy', 'autocracy', and 'tyranny', and deny them all, exaggerating the shortcomings that His Majesty is working hard to improve and will be eliminated in the future, and extensively elaborate on the theory of innocence of infected people in the article , both stupid and ridiculous.”

"Although there are still people who are deceived by you, I believe your fallacies will be defeated."

——Duke's retainer, 'Y'

This letter puts forward quite a lot of false arguments and creates a beautiful false logic.

Of course, you can't see it at your level, so Baikal sent three letters in a row to express his joy.

Because those who understood did not exist, those who understood a little began to speak out loudly, and those who did not understand were involved in the rhythm with loud voices, so public opinion quickly fell on one side, and "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation" was regarded as a heresy. .

The only protagonist of the incident, Mr. LY, Luo Ya, just got up from the bed and stretched out.

A sudden aroma came from the kitchen, a bit like fried eggs.

Good wife and good mother.

Luo Ya thought happily.

I was about to take off my pajamas and put on formal clothes. As soon as I took off my shirt, a dark figure suddenly came through the window.

"me……"

Lyudmila was stunned for a second and then quickly ran out, spending several minutes in embarrassment downstairs.

"Okay, come in."

It wasn't until he heard Luo Ya's shout that he climbed through the window and entered again. His eyes moved around wildly and he hesitated:

"Ahem...well, sorry about that."

"I slept in and woke up late. I don't blame you."

Loya is already an old driver, and he is very different from an innocent girl like Lyudmila.

It looked like the time was already ten o'clock. After throwing out the left fist, it was time to throw out the right fist.

"The last time we had a fight was at a college debate."

Suddenly feeling funny, Loya shrugged.

Lyudmila knew the truth of the matter. After all, she was the one who sent the letter, and she couldn't help laughing:

"You're pretty bad."

"Really, no," Loya blinked innocently, and then changed the topic: "Ha, I've never seen you smile."

"..."

Only then did Lyudmila realize that she was smiling, and immediately returned to her stern appearance.

Loya handed her a letter: "It will be sent out in a few days and will be published in our newspaper."

"The specific time?"

"Well..." Luo Ya frowned, with a distressed look on his face, "It's probably when public opinion reaches its peak, and I can't quite grasp it..."

He raised his head and looked at her with a smile in his eyes:

"So it's up to you, when you feel you should send it out, you take action."

After saying that, Lyudmila stayed where she was.