Fairy’s Box

The continuous gray and black began to occupy the sky, the street lights at the streets and alleys turned on, and the workers went off work one after another, and more and more people stopped in front of the speakers to vent their anger by listening to their roars.

"...We must unite, put aside prejudices and differences, and work together to create our own factories, our farms, and gradually replace the status of capitalists..."

The youth's speeches continued, and the number of workers after get off work was increasing, but the number of people willing to listen to such speeches was indeed decreasing, and in the end he was the only one left.

Naturally, the speech could not be carried out without an audience. Richelieu smiled self-deprecatingly, hugged the notebook in his arms tightly, and turned away disheartened.

"The cruel truth is always deliberately ignored by people."

The voice from behind stopped the young man in place. He saw a tall man with extraordinary bearing, wearing a black double-breasted trench coat, with his hands in his pockets, smiling and looking at himself.

"Are you my last listener, thank you for listening patiently."

With a reluctant smile, Richelieu politely took off his hat, then stepped forward again, and left without looking back. Now he can't wait to go back to his place, lie down on the small bed, and wrap himself in a thick quilt to ease the pain of the cold speech.

"Is the speech over?" the voice came from behind him again.

The young man turned around and found that the man kept a safe distance, followed behind him unhurriedly, and asked in a cheerful tone.

"Yes, it's over." He replied without looking back.

"Then may I have the honor to invite you to a private meeting, your idea is very interesting, I think this may change the world now."

The other party's tone was very straightforward, making it impossible to doubt his sincerity, at least this was an encouragement to Richelieu.

"Of course, if you are interested, we can go to the coffee shop over there to talk slowly." The young man readily agreed, and then with a hint of vigilance, pointed to the brightly lit high-end coffee shop in the distance.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Yale pointed his right hand to the cafe, made an inviting gesture, and walked there first.

"..."

There was a hint of hesitation in Richelieu's eyes, and his heart suddenly thumped wildly. There was an inexplicable strong sense of omens, as if he took this step and it seemed that he could really change the world.

With a strange emotion, the blond young man took a deep breath silently, stabilized his mind, and quickly followed his back.

...

In the exquisitely laid-out cafe, the soft lights were sprinkled on the ground like a veil, and a pair of well-dressed men and women whispered softly to each other, and from time to time they made subtle laughter. On the stage, the fingers of the musicians outline the notes, and the romantic Gallic music is played in the ear, as if someone is whispering to you, and there seems to be a hot spring flowing slowly in the heart, slowly soaking the whole body.

The black-haired knight was sitting at the table in the cafe by the window, holding the steaming expensive tea.

"..."

Richelieu held a cup of hot freshly ground black coffee, took a sip, enjoyed the bitter and sweet taste that melted from the tip of his tongue, looked up at the glass cup in Yale's hand:

"You're a weirdo."

"How to say?" The black-haired knight looked away and cast it on him.

"Ordering tea in the cafe leaves the waiter at a loss. This is the first time I've encountered such a thing." The blond young man shook his head, put the thick notes in his hand, and said sternly:

"If your Excellency is really interested in my speech, please allow me to elaborate on my views and some immature ideas."

"my pleasure."

"Then, before that, please allow me to express my gratitude to Emperor Agaric." Richelieu bowed his head and put his hands on his chest, with a radiance of reverence on his face.

After a while, he looked up again and said gratefully:

"Thanks to fate for giving us such a great man, because of the laws he made and promulgated, Rosevia has not become a land of the weak, the strong must exercise restraint, and the weak have the most basic dignity.

I can sit and drink coffee with people like you, instead of kneeling and salute, it all depends on the foundation laid when the Agaric dynasty started. "

"Oh?" Yale raised his eyebrows and put down the water glass calmly.

"You don't need to be surprised, my spirit is very sharp, and I can accurately distinguish between ordinary people and ability people - especially high-ranking knights, they have a unique aura. Even among all the high-ranking knights I have seen , you make me feel the strongest one." Richelieu calmly sipped his coffee and vaguely indicated his identity.

"You're right." The black-haired knight admitted frankly.

"In fact, my immature conception also needs the help of an enlightened, impartial and powerful person."

"It seems that you are not against imperial rule." Yale took a sip from the water glass.

"Why should I object to something that has always protected me?" Richelieu looked at him and replied in a natural tone:

"All along, the reason why ordinary people can be protected by the strong instead of being killed is because of the strong imperial power to suppress? Even if the emperor wants to sacrifice the interests of the people at the bottom, we can at least survive without worrying about being killed one day. slaughtered like livestock."

"So, your intention is...hope to convince the emperor to realize the idea for you?" The black-haired knight looked at him unexpectedly.

"Yes, we have no choice. Without the protection of the imperial power, there is nothing for unarmed civilians to do."

Richelieu looked at him with a calm but bitter look, and said seriously: "A person like me, even if there are a hundred thousand fully armed, is a threat to you?"

"..." Yale shook his head unconvincingly.

In the face of knights above the natural disaster level, ordinary people are simply powerless to compete, no matter how many people there are, there is no point in killing them.

"Because of this, if the imperial power collapses, the virtues and spirits that currently consolidate the dynasty's rule will also collapse completely. The knights who were patron saints to us in the past can become the most terrifying demons. , at least for that majesty, we ordinary people are still his subjects, which is why I return hope to the emperor."

The blond young man looked at the coffee in the cup, his own shadow reflected in his pupils, and said softly:

"I sincerely hope that the Agaric Dynasty will last forever, but many people don't think so. They have been deceived by some absurd remarks and actively jumped out to try to destroy the power to protect themselves."