MTL - Iron Powder and Spellcasters-Chapter 404 Echoes of the Mountains (End)

   Chapter 404 The mountains echo (final)

If Servetus had trouble understanding why the "Baron" always took the "Madame" with him, then when he saw Anna with her hair **** and wearing short jackets, breeches and boots, he at least realized the Baron's Deviant behavior is not some kind of posturing.

  Actually, Anna was busier than Winters as it approached the start.

  Although Carlo Ed graciously lent all his reliable men to Winters, it was still far from enough for a huge caravan that was hastily put together.

There are always bills that need to be settled, documents waiting to be filed, and trucks that have not been checked... In the "caravan" where most core personnel only know how to ride horses, dance knives and shoot guns, documents, audits, logistics, etc. Almost all important functions are undertaken by Anna alone.

   Just when Ciel went to invite Anna, Ms. Navarre was still confirming the list of supplies to buy for the next camp with the employees of the business firm at the front station.

   Walking into the tent, Anna curtseyed a little embarrassedly, because she suddenly didn't know where to put her hands. According to traditional etiquette, she should put her hand on her skirt—and of course, also according to traditional etiquette, wearing trousers is in itself extremely indecent for a cultured lady.

  Winters walked to Anna's side with a cane, raised Anna's hand calmly, turned to face Servette: "Mr. Senator, you can speak."

   Servetus has always been straight, and has not wasted time on diplomatic rhetoric. He nodded lightly,

With a little guilt, he said, "Sorry, you two, the vote of all forge masters is... no. Most forge masters don't want to change the precious virtues and ways of life that this land has inherited from time immemorial. But we appreciate your help. , you will always be a friend of Steelcastle."

   "Hmm." Winters nodded.

John Servette keenly observed the subtle changes in the expressions of the young couple in front of him - the baron's mood hardly fluctuated, even cold, with an inadvertent look of contempt in his eyes; the baroness, who was not much older than her granddaughter, seemed A little disappointed, but not too surprised.

   "You already know the result?" Servetus couldn't help frowning, because even he didn't know what the final answer would be until the votes were counted.

   For and against were at odds, and the attitude of most forge owners wavered. The incident happened in a hurry, and no one counted the votes outside the venue. Servetus seemed to be led into the foggy valley by a galloping carriage, which made Mr. Senator, who was used to mastering all the details, feel a rare sense of crisis and fear.

   "Of course not, Your Excellency." There was a touch of touch in Anna's palm, apparently Winters was drawing a circle on her palm to celebrate the victory. She politely replied, "You told us the result."

  Servette asked back: "But you don't seem surprised."

   Winters glanced at the rack where the clothes were hung: "A profit is distributed to ten people, and half of the ten people are not satisfied, let alone four hundred people?"

  Anna reluctantly walked to the hanger and fetched the cashmere burqa for Winters with a smile.

  Servette still refused to give up: "What do you want to say? Four hundred people are too many to choose the answer that is most beneficial to him?"

   "No, on the contrary, they chose the answer that is most beneficial to them." Winters said sincerely while wearing his clothes: "If it is the vote of all the registered blacksmiths, I think it will definitely be another result."

   Servetus was speechless.

   Under Anna's service, Winters put on his last coat, girded his belt, and hung his silver-scabbard sword.

   He stretched out his arm to the tired councillor: "There will be a period later, Your Excellency Servetus."

  The two shook hands, Winters raised the curtain, crossed the thick skin that cut off the cold wind and noise, and strode into a muddy, cold, noisy but vibrant world:

  Forests, snow lines, rolling hills, and river valleys are full of tents being dismantled, neighing beasts, carriages covered with raincloths, expressionless men, hurried young men, family members who came to see them off...

  When Winters first saw the steel castle, he was a traveler in the rain and the wind, with only gold bars worth 140,000 ducats;

   When he takes one last look at Steel Castle, he will take away one hundred and seventy-three carts of firearms, swords, armor, iron materials, books, tools and instruments... and unspent gold bullion and silver coins.

   And the actual number of carriages controlled by his "caravan" was more than one hundred and seventy-three.

  Because the one hundred and seventy-three was only a freight wagon, and with Winters left Steelcastle sixty-four haulage wagons, the men who barely kept the convoy running, and all the draught horses and mules that Solingen could buy.

   If so many carriages set off on the same day, even if it was dark, it would not be the last carriage to leave Steel Castle, so the first caravan had already set off three days ago.

   Winters' guards were also assigned to various positions in the convoy, taking on the duties of junior officers. The Monta people's military traditions make them naturally organized, and know how to obey discipline and obey orders, which saves Winters a lot of energy.

   "Mr. Neufel." Winters walked straight to a carriage by the side of the road and asked the white-haired old man holding the reins: "Are they ready?"

   "I've done my best to repair it, my lord." The white-haired old man took off his hat, swallowed, and swore, "They'll be fine."

  The old white-haired man's carriage had no cargo, only two equally disturbed brown-haired young men and various tools. It was a mobile carriage shop.

  …

Winters' "caravan" didn't have any of the Steelcastle blacksmiths on the books - he didn't drill holes or play with words in this matter - instead there were several who lost everything in the fire and were in debt Craftsmen from other industries, such as the white-haired old man Neufel and his two apprentices.

   In the face of the advance payment enough to pay off the debt and buy another workshop, the old man Neufel did not hesitate to sign the contract of "serving for five years". The same is true of other craftsmen, as long as they are willing to go to the new land, Winters will not refuse to come.

   Of course, what he wanted most was always a blacksmith. But it's not that he hasn't tried to buy the blacksmith in the book, but he never got a positive answer.

   Maybe everyone has a price, but the Steel Castle Blacksmiths Guild has raised the price of blacksmiths to a level that other buyers cannot afford through the accumulation of systems for hundreds of years.

  Bloodline, family, status, guarantor, apprenticeship, sense of honor, reward system, internal relief system... Too many things tie up Steelcastle blacksmiths, making buying them a very uneconomical business practice.

   After realizing this, Winters re-examined the plan, and turned his attention to the group outside the guild system, and further down the hired blacksmith class - labor.

   Worked in the blacksmith's workshop for many years, and has become his recruitment target.

   Although there are still very few applicants.

  …

  The camp is divided into two circles, the inner and outer circles, the carriages are inside, the carriages are outside, and there are guards in the middle.

   Ernst Fuller, who was waiting in the outer circle, saw the Baron from a distance, and immediately wanted to go to the latter. But the guard refused to let him go, so Fuller could only shout loudly: "My lord! My lord! Ouch! I know your Excellency! You let me go!"

  Ciel waved his hand, and the guard let him go.

  Fuller trotted all the way to the Baron, finally breathing well, and just about to say some beautiful farewell words, suddenly remembered the ups and downs of these days, mixed emotions, and his eyes suddenly became wet: "I...you..."

   Winters stared at Fuller, and felt a little emotional, so he extended his hand with a smile.

  Fuller didn't say a word, just grabbed it with both hands.

   He was in a good mood again, and he wanted to speak but was interrupted, only to hear the baron say gently: "Mr. Fuller, do you remember our last conversation at the Lakeside Inn?"

   Fuller nodded desperately.

   "That conversation, you talked about how your father and grandfather amassed two forges, and how you defeated them. You blame yourself, you blame yourself, and you regret that you shouldn't have borrowed money to do business."

  Fuller's cheeks gradually flushed.

"You may have forgotten what you said that day, but I remember it all. Because I think you are right. The way of building wealth from generation to generation and expanding slowly is too slow! It takes ten or even decades to save money. How can you get a family business in time? Your 'lending business' is a genius strategy! It can allow self-made people to cross the long road from the beginning stage, what a bold offensive? It's just..." Wintersday One time I confided my true thoughts to the Steelcastle: "It's just that I don't think it applies to a place like Steelcastle."

  The tearful Fuller didn't hear what the baron was saying at first, but after he heard the other party's words from his ears into his head, the young baron had already left.

After   's last tour of the camp, Winters took Changfeng's reins from Ciel, nodded, and mounted his horse in stirrups.

  Ciel pulled Changfeng's bridle, took a deep breath, widened his eyes, and let out a loud roar that pierced through clouds and cracks: "Quiet! Your Excellency the Tribunal has something to say!"

The    camp became solemn in an instant, and people scattered around the camp quickly gathered to the central open space.

  The men and women raised by the mountains stood silently, and while they looked at the young officer on the white horse, Winters looked at the Monta man in front of him.

   Taking the family as the unit, there are at least a thousand people standing in the open space in twos and threes.

   But less than 500 people will actually leave Solingen with the convoy, and the rest are women and children who came to see them off.

Among the    less than 500 members of the convoy, half only went to the border city of Lucerne—they were mainly coachmen, and the remaining half were the laborers who were going to the new land.

   Among the laborers who went to the new land, the vast majority were adult men who received settlement allowances, and very few of the Monta people actually dragged their families and planned to “relocate”.

  More than 200 laborers and several professional craftsmen, adding up to less than half a brigade, this is all Winters can recruit. Much less than expected, but again the results were not surprising.

   Because for many Monta people living in the mountains, the new reclaimed land is not a real place name, but a concept that only exists in stories and legends.

   This perception magnifies the distance between the new reclaimed land and Monta, turning Iron Peak into an unreachable piece of land.

Therefore, the vast majority of the recruited Monta people are men with wives and children or young brothers in large families. They do not regard themselves as migrants, but with the self-sacrificing determination of recruited soldiers in the imperial era, from Winters took the blood reward—the settlement fee.

   Those who really have nothing but prefer to try their luck in other free states, rather than go to the rumored land of galloping horses.

  Winters rode Changfeng and slowly passed in front of the crowd, his eyes swept across the crowd.

   What did he see?

   Uneasy eyes, dark faces, parting husbands and wives, mothers biting their lip without tears...

  The tradition of hard life and blood reward makes the Monta people bear everything silently with a habitual attitude. They might be ready to be buried in a foreign land, but Winters didn't want them to die.

Guiding Changfeng back to the front of the open space, Winters glanced at the crowd again and said slowly: "Starting today, you will embark on a journey to the country of galloping horses. You have signed a contract to serve me. In return, I will The promise will always be honest with you. So I have to be honest with you, you — not who I originally wanted."

"What I want is a blacksmith. From the beginning to the end, my purpose is to hire a blacksmith. Some of you have worked in the workshop for more than ten years, some are apprentices who have not been able to apprentice, and some are blacksmiths in other towns but they are not accepted. The Steelcastle guild admits it, but you're just laborers—or as the blacksmiths would say—mule workers. You're not blacksmiths, you're just humanoid animals."

  On the hillside, the dark spruce trees stood against each other, listening silently to the speech of the white horse rider. The land between the river valleys was silent, and there was only a kind of numbness and coldness.

   On the edge of the clearing, Servetus, Fuller and other people who saw him off also frowned, not understanding why the baron humiliated the workers present so much.

   Winters had a panoramic view of every face, and he remained silent until the vast land was silent.

   "Why don't you refute?" he asked.

   "Why aren't you angry?" he asked.

   "Why don't you speak?" he asked.

   Winters stabbed the horse's ribs, Changfeng stepped forward, and the dark crowd involuntarily avoided. There was a vacuum between the horses and the ragged people.

   Winters pointed his whip to a lean Monta man in front of him: "Why don't you speak?"

   The lean Montaman pursed his lips.

   "Do you think I'm right?" Winters asked.

   "Do you think you're a mule?" Winters asked.

   "Do you think you deserve to be humiliated?" Winters asked.

   The lean Montagne stared at the knight on the white horse.

   Winters pulled the reins hard. Changfeng hissed and lifted his fore hooves to bring Winters back to the crowd.

   The dark crowd was still standing silently like a mountain forest, but Winters was already furious. He slammed his whip down, and the tip of the whip made a loud noise: "Stupid! Stupid! How stupid!!"

   "Have you not labored in front of a scorching furnace?"

   "Haven't you ever bent a red-hot bar on a chopping block?"

   "Don't you have any scars on your body from hot metal?"

   Winters walked past the silent crowd, looking everyone in the eye: "Why did I choose you! Just because you both know how to use a hammer and an anvil! But why are they blacksmiths! You are mule workers?"

"I'll tell you why! The Blacksmith's Guild - the real master of Steel Castle! From the process of selecting apprentices, they are deliberately selecting those who 'have to obey them'! In the process of cultivating apprentices, they will also filter out those People who 'may disobey them'!"

"Submission is the only consideration. Disobedient apprentices are eliminated one by one, and talent and talent have become irrelevant! How many of you were apprentices? How many of you have skills equal to blacksmiths? You How many of them work by the forge more than the owner of the forge?"

   "Where was the blacksmith's guild when the gods created iron ore and Adam and Eve smelted the ore with fire for the first time?"

The    thunderous shouts rang out one after another in the valley, Ernst Fuller was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he peeked at Senator Servette's face tremblingly. John Servette remained expressionless, but the corners of his eyes trembled.

   Winters got off his horse and walked into the crowd, this time people were no longer hiding. He jumped into a carriage, surrounded by men and women.

   He paused for a moment, as if to withdraw his anger from his chest. When he spoke again, his tone was no longer as aggressive as before, but he could still feel the magma suppressed under the ice:

"In Plato, in Veneta, in every land of the Union, the Steel Castle is considered a city of wealth, a city of glory, a city of greatness, and so am I! Like a messenger who seeks wisdom from King Solomon, I Coming to Steel Castle, I hope to learn how to get rid of the shackles of guilds, and I hope to know how a city without guilds can prosper."

   "But what do I see? What I see is the guild! What I see is the shackles! What I see is you - the blacksmiths, laborers, craftsmen persecuted and oppressed by the guilds!"

   "Am I wrong?"

   "Am I wrong?"

   "Am I wrong?"

   Winters asked three times in a row, each more intensely.

   Under the guidance of the strong wind, the mountains and forests gradually made a long echo. The silent Monta man and woman began to echo in low voices of approval.

Winters looked around and met the burning, bright, angry eyes without fear: "Now, I can tell you in the firmest voice, there is nothing special about Steel Castle! He used to be a guild, and now he is a guild. Yes, there will be guilds in the future.

   His profits still come from the monopoly! not competition!

   His instinct is still to rest on his laurels! rather than forging ahead!

   His soul is still limited production! Instead of encouraging production!

   Just as the river must flow into the sea! The steel castle will be buried by the wind and sand! Overwhelmed by the tide! Abandoned by the times! "

  Fuller was almost suffocated and fainted, and the other people who came to see him off looked at each other, but John Servette suddenly exhaled a long breath.

   Meanwhile, in the center of the crowd.

  Winters slammed his fist on the board of the car and put a heavy end to his declaration: "Follow me to the new field! There, all you lose is the shackles, and I will give you a new world!"

   After saying that, he jumped out of the carriage, without looking at the other people present, strode out of the crowd, rolled over and stepped onto Changfeng, and finally glanced back in the direction of Steel Castle.

"Set off!"

  …

  …

   After half a month.

  Monta border city, Lucerne, just across the river from Palatu.

   "Your list..." Lieutenant Colonel Elek frowned and looked at the scroll in his hand. He unconsciously grabbed the beard of his lower jaw with his left hand, and asked in a strange tone, "Is it true?"

   Inside the tent, on the other side of the small table, Winters shaves leisurely: "Of course it's true."

  Lieutenant Colonel Elek, as the officer with the best personal relationship with Iron Peak County within the county government - of course, only in the eyes of other officers - was assigned to negotiate with Winters without any suspense.

   The brokerage business of a well-known and unknown gentleman is simply a matter of course, because the military government is also in urgent need of replenishing ordnance.

"I mean." Lieutenant Colonel Elek thought for a while, afraid that he could not speak clearly, so he simply picked out the words: "The more you write on the list, the more I will take away. Don't think that False reporting can increase negotiating leverage. Likewise, under-reporting is useless. I suggest that you be honest and take as much as you want.”

   "How much are you going to take?" Winters stopped.

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek raised four fingers, then lowered three.

   Winters continued to shave: "A quarter? Then just follow this list."

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek sneered a few times.

   Winters shaves his beard angrily: "No wonder some people say that the best military government is the worst government."

"Be content." Lieutenant Colonel Elek sneered at the barking of the defeated dog: "At the ministerial meeting, there were many people who thought that a share should not be given to you. You are members of the New Reclamation Corps, or rebels. I will give you a share. A share is equal to funding an enemy twice.”

   Winters' tone was relaxed, but the threat did not diminish at all: "Then I will sink all the armor and muskets into the river."

   "Please." Lieutenant Colonel Elek poured himself some wine and put his boots on his knees: "The boat is in our hands anyway."

   Harmony will gain both, and fighting will result in loss of both. After some haggling, the junta's share was settled at three-fifths.

   Winters reluctantly signed the delivery document: "I also have to warn you that the Monta people turn a blind eye if you are willing to provide food."

   "No problem." Lieutenant Colonel Elek had already prepared: "One shipment of ordnance to the south bank, and three shipments of food to the north bank."

Lieutenant Colonel    said with regret: "It's a pity that the Monta people are still guarding us. If we were allowed to take the pontoon bridge, we wouldn't have to be so troublesome."

   This time it was Winters' turn to sneer.

"Don't be too stingy. General Arpad will not let you suffer." Lieutenant Colonel Elek rolled up the documents and put them in the copper pipe: "We are not robbing you, but buying. All military supplies are counted. After the appraisal, you will be paid according to the price."

   "Yes." Winters put down his razor and snorted softly, "Use military tickets."

   "Three quarters of military tickets, one quarter of silver." Lieutenant Colonel Elek joked: "I'll give you gold, do you dare to ask for it?"

"Forget it, I don't need you to pay. Your military tickets are waste paper in my hands." Winters pleaded sternly: "I don't want silver coins either. I only ask for one thing, as long as you agree, a total of five Three-thirds of the ordnance will be given to you for nothing."

   "Speak." Lieutenant Colonel Elek raised his eyebrows.

"I traveled all the way in Monta, and the horses lost a lot of fat. Your government has to give us a new batch." Winters continued: "Also, find us some boats and take us to Mirror Lake - Land Road. It's too slow, it's better to take a boat."

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek narrowed his eyes: "When you sent me a letter from the beginning, did you hide your intention to go back to Tiefeng County by boat?"

   "Adjust measures according to local conditions, if there is a waterway, it should not be used."

"But you have to know that Jinghu County is now in the hands of the New Reclamation Corps, and the troops of the puppet governments of the King's Castle are stationed." Lieutenant Colonel Elek kindly reminded: "Our ship can't enter the mouth of the Big Horn, and there is no way Fa will directly send you back to Tiefeng County."

   "The situation in Mirror Lake County, I knew something when I set off." Winters wiped the razor: "I can send my people to Mirror Lake."

   Seeing that Winters was confident, Lieutenant Colonel Elek didn't say anything. He pondered for a moment: "I can't make a decision on this matter. I will give you an answer within two days."

  Winters said casually as he packed up his knives: "I still have some scrap iron that I want to transport back to Iron Peak County. Can you stop collecting taxes?"

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek became vigilant: "It's not just scrap iron, right?"

"Of course, you still know me." Winters laughed: "Actually, some overdose and burnt swords are no longer usable, but the iron is still good, and I'm going to bring it back to Tiefeng County to make farm tools. ."

   "It depends on the situation." Lieutenant Colonel Elek's words were cautious, but Winters' attitude still somewhat paralyzed him. He thought for a while: "I will tell the tax officer truthfully. As for how much blood you will bleed, that's a matter between you and the tax officer."

   Winters nodded in disappointment, and followed Lieutenant Colonel Elek to ask some news inside and outside the league. After the two chatted for a while, Lieutenant Colonel Elek was going back to the South Bank.

   "That's right." Before leaving, Lieutenant Colonel Elek remembered something, took out two gold bars from the carrier, and put them on the table: "You ask me to help you arrange. Well, this is the rest of the flowers."

   Winters didn't say anything like "I'll give it to you", but solemnly put away the two gold bars, stood up and gave Lieutenant Colonel Elek a salute.

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek snorted softly and left with satisfaction.

  …

   The next day.

   A secret delivery officially started under the eyes of the garrison in Lucerne. Ships laden with food and ordnance traveled constantly on the border river.

   At first glance, it seems that the border crossings that have been silent because of the embargo have returned to their former glory.

"Mr. Fuller." Winters stood on the pier, leaning on a cane in his left hand and resting his right hand on the shoulder of a fat man, and asked dumbfoundedly: "The money you earn from me should be enough to repay your debts. Isn't it? Is it because after I said those few words to you, you engaged in a speculative business and lost two forges?"

  The dusty Ernst Fuller grinned: "It was actually sold by me."

   "Isn't that your father's, your grandfather's forge?"

   "So the price is good!"

   Winters couldn't understand Fuller a little bit: "You're desperately trying to keep your father's and your grandfather's forge for sale?"

   "Actually, I still want to engage in speculative business." Fuller said a little embarrassedly.

   "Speculation for what?" Winters withdrew his hand on Fuller's shoulder.

   "Speculate on you."

"Oh?"

"I heard your words that day, I went home and couldn't sleep all night." Fuller's eyes lit up: "The more I think about it, the more I think you are right, Steel Castle is no longer a place where you can get rich by hard work. No matter how much I can toss, it's just that little splash, and I'll be swallowed by a big fish, so... I think of a 'new world' to make a fortune, maybe I can also make a fortune for everyone!"

  Fuller patted his bulging belly covertly: "Except for the money left for my mother and my sister's dowry, I hid all the leftover money from selling the forge here - oh, and a little bit on the way."

   Winters burst out laughing and took Fuller's shoulder again: "What about your guild oath? Will Steelcastle let you leak the 'secret between the furnace and the anvil' just because you're the master of the forge?"

   "You can rest assured! There will be no problem!" Fuller patted his chest and said proudly: "Because I know nothing!"

   Winters laughed louder.

  Lieutenant Colonel Elek got off the boat when the next grain ship was docked.

The lieutenant colonel went straight to Winters, and after a simple greeting, he said straight to the point: "Your request, General Arpad has agreed. After all the military funds are handed over, they will **** you to the boundary river, where there is a boat to carry you. Go to Mirror Lake. But let's make it clear to you in advance that our fleet will not venture into the mouth of the Big Horn."

   "No problem." Winters nodded happily.

   "I brought you a copy of this." The lieutenant colonel took out a thin pamphlet from his carry.

   "Di Bao?" Winters' eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to read it: "It's said that it will be published every three months, but since I arrived in Parato, I haven't seen this thing."

   "It's irregular now." Lieutenant Colonel Elek said with a bit of melancholy: "Everything is messed up now, and no one has the heart to write a mansion newspaper."

   Winters also sighed and closed the newspaper: "Speaking of which, the All-Union Congress is also coming to an end, right? Will General Arpad attend the meeting?"

"Under the current situation, how could General Arpad go in person?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek sneered: "It's the same with the pseudo-government, the poisonous snake of Grove Magnus is coiled in the nest, and he just sent a few represent."

   Winters found a box and sat down, rubbing his sore left leg while flipping through the newspaper. He said with some sadness: "This time the All-Union Conference may be our last chance. The matter of Pratu...Let it be left to Pratu. The United Province and Veneta need to open their eyes and take a look at the mountains. the other side."

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek sat next to Winters with his knees on his back, looking at the quiet flowing river without speaking.

   On the wharf, porters who have not started work for a long time are busy, loading the material resources needed for the war on the cargo ship that is about to sail to the country of galloping horses.

   Just as a Veneta officer and a Palatine officer silently watched all this, worrying about the fate of the Alliance.

   They could not see that, east of their position, as far as the seashore, another federal officer was speaking to his men.

   "…My parents were farmers, they were pious, honest people. But what did they get? Tax collectors exploited them, townspeople despised them, landlords oppressed them, and a stupefied and corrupt government allowed this to happen!"

  The young officer with a resolute temperament and a tall stature walked among the ranks of heavily armed soldiers and made a generous statement:

"You are all from peasant families, and you should know the situation of the peasants better than me! Sovereignty wars are the peasants who shed the most blood and die the most, but what did the peasants get? They got nothing! The rich urban rich with fat in their brains Got everything! Killed the emperor and replaced the government with a new government, but the peasants still have to pay so much tax! So much service!"

   These words need not be repeated, because the soldiers have heard it many times in the barracks, in the church, in the playground, and they empathize with them more than the officers.

  The young officer stepped out of the queue, mounted his horse, and drew his saber: "This persecution that has lasted for 30 years must end today!"

   "Target, Guitucheng State Building! Go forward!"

   After that, the young officer took the lead. The runaway war machine spewed brimstone and flames, bared its sharp fangs, and rushed out of the station roaring.

   [Recommend a book, The Chronicle of Roxelan. This novel was not recommended to me by someone, but it was indeed written very tastefully, and it gradually drew a clear outline of a world stroke by stroke. I'm not good at writing book reviews, so only - recommended! ]

   [Yesterday, it was originally agreed to update a chapter on Valentine's Day as a glorious "certificate of singleness". As a result, in the middle of the night, my brain was blurred, and I wrote more and more slowly, writing and writing, it was dawn...]

[but! This chapter is a glorious chapter! ]

   [Should be considered a single certificate... right? ]

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