Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 178 We are not fighting alone

  November 24th

  The sound of knocking on the door awakened Veraker. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window when he was still in a daze. When he realized that it was dawn, he was shocked and hurried down to open the door.

   "Just woke up?" Keating stood at the door, well dressed.

   "Yes." Verak asked, "Teacher, what time is it?"

  Keating said: "At 7:30, I was planning to have some dinner with you, and then meet Piaf to discuss the training class."

   "Okay...then you sit down for a while, and I'll wash up." Verak was relieved, thinking that oversleeping delayed the meeting.

  Watching Veraker walk into the bathroom to wash up, Keating guessed that he must have stayed up all night busy with something, so he came to the desk and sat down to read the six paragraphs of the poem "Internationale".

   It is estimated that this is being studied.

  Keating followed Verak for a few glances last night, but didn't take a closer look. Now, while Verak is washing, he has time to take a good look at this thing that Verak misses very much.

  Internasional.

What does it mean?

   Keating, like Veraker yesterday, was a little confused when he saw these six words. How did these six seemingly unrelated words connect together?

  He looked on with doubts.

   Quickly scanned the entire content.

   "Okay..." After reading it, Keating slightly opened his mouth and popped out a word. The content of this poem is very powerful, and it fits very well with the content of "On Equality". It is simply tailor-made for their Equality Association.

  International will definitely come true!

   "Internasional..." He repeated the slightly complicated name again.

This name is obviously not Bresi, because it is wrong to use Bresi to interpret the bull's head and horse's mouth. There is only one possibility. This is the language of other countries. '.

  Languages ​​of other countries.

  Keating has a wealth of knowledge in this area. After determining the direction of interpreting "Internationale", he immediately began to check the language.

  Blesi, obviously a transliteration, excluded.

  Dunman is basically the same as Welland, and he is very familiar with it. There is no such content in it, so exclude it.

  Bash language without this pronunciation is excluded.

  After careful exclusion, Keating locked the greatest possibility on the Pruman language.

  If ‘Internaxonnel’ is a transliteration, then the pronunciation of ‘Internaxonnel’ through Bresi is similar in structure to Pruman.

He once traveled to this empire located in the north-central part of the mainland. In his opinion, he is keeping a low profile and is bound to become one of the most powerful empires in the future. It is a pity that he only knew a little bit of Pruman before. Now that time has passed, he basically doesn’t remember it. .

   "Teacher?" Verac came out of the wash and saw Keating meditating on "Internationale".

   "Do you know what this 'Internationale' means?" Keating asked Veraker.

  Verak shook his head: "I'm wondering about this."

   "Didn't you ask Morais and them?"

"He said 'Internasional' means New World." Veraker replied, "But I don't understand why Chris insisted on giving such an incomprehensible name, wouldn't it be better to just call it New World? "

   "This was written by Chris?" Keating realized something was wrong. "Although the content in it is similar to the theory of equality, the emotions expressed in the end are completely different. One is full of power, and the other is extremely confused."

Hearing that Keating had the same doubts as he had last night, Veraker became interested, and he tidied up his clothes: "Yes, I felt that something was wrong here last night, and Chris first wrote International , who created the Theory of Equality, I think he can add some things from Internassner when writing the Theory of Equality.”

   "But he didn't add it."

"That's right, I think he may think that Internationale is not correct, and overturned some previous ideas when creating the theory of equality, but in this way, this should be reflected in the content of the theory of equality, strange But in fact they are not, they have neither connection nor exclusion, they are not involved at all." Verac came to Keating, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the poem Keating was holding.

   "Do you think this is a transliteration?" Keating raised his guess just now.

  Verak said "hmm": "I think so, otherwise why would you choose an incomprehensible name?"

   "Like Pruman." Keating said, "Then have you ever wondered why Chris uses a transliterated name?"

   "What do you have in mind?" Verac didn't have a clue for the time being, but after hearing what Keating said, he knew that he must have some ideas.

"Do you think this content is inconsistent with Chris's writing style?" Keating pointed out in detail what he thought was doubtful, "You said that Chris has always been soft, how could he write such a piece of writing before writing the theory of equality?" A poem? How can there be some coincidences and some contradictions in the two works? And why use a transliterated Pruman name?"

  Villac's eyes widened and he understood what Keating meant: "You mean this poem was not written by Chris? But Morais and the others said it was written by Chris."

   "Didn't you pretend to be Chris? Can he speak Pruman?"

"He will not…"

"But it doesn't rule out that he commissioned someone else, so I tend to think that this is Chris's translation of poems from the Pluman Empire." Keating concluded his reasoning, "As for why Morais said that it was written by Chris , maybe there is some misunderstanding in it, maybe they don’t know who wrote it, but it just appeared in Chris’s place, so they preconceived that it was written by him.”

"I...go ask." Verac had the same question as Keating last night, but he believed that it was created by Chris at the time, so he forcibly explained all the things that were wrong, "Guess this is Pruman Chinese, do you know what Internachner means in Pruman?"

"I don't know, I don't remember the Pruman language now." Keating put away the "Internasional" and handed it to the dazed Veraker, "You can also go and find out if you understand Pruman. Those who speak Chinese, please translate."

   "...OK." Verak took the two pieces of paper.

   Keating got up from the chair in front of the desk and walked towards the door: "Hurry up and eat, and go to Piaf for a meeting after dinner."

   "Teacher..." Verak's hand holding the two pieces of paper trembled a little, and he froze in place without moving.

   "What's the matter?" Keating opened the door halfway and closed it again.

Verac swallowed, glanced at "Internationale", and then at Keating: "If this is really translated by Chris from the Pruman Empire, it should explain that the Pruman Empire Before equality was born, there were ideas far ahead of our own."

   Keating's eyes flickered: "Maybe."

"It, it." Verac pointed to "Internationale", a little excited, "It was created at least a year ago. The Pruman Empire had this idea a year ago, and they There are people fighting there too!"

   Keating didn't speak, but looked at Verak who was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

   This was a huge surprise for Verak.

He was at a loss for the future of the Equality Association, the tenth chapter of "Theory of Equality". thought of.

  Isn’t that place exactly the future where Veraker is willing to give everything just for “one look, just one look”?

"If it is really a work translated by Chris, I will go to Pruman no matter what, to meet comrades who are doing the same business as us there." Verac never believed it, but turned to Keating with great expectations The guess is true.

   "I hope." Keating also became curious, if it was really translated from the Pluman Empire, then how far the people fighting for the new world there have gone.

  Villac put away the paper, breathed a long sigh of relief, and calmed down: "Let's go eat first. After dinner, we will go to see Morais first, and then go to Piaf."

   "Yes." Keating opened the door again, and the two went downstairs side by side. After a simple meal in the hotel, they rushed to the working area on the basement floor of the casino through the underground passage.

  It was approaching eight o'clock, and the comrades of the Equality Society in the work area were busy. Verac and Keating greeted the comrades who passed by, and the comrades were stunned for a moment before nodding.

   "It seems that it will take some time to accept me." Verac said based on the reactions of his comrades, "After all, Chris and I look so similar, and anyone has to adapt."

   "Well, anyway, the beginning was not bad, and the future should not be very tortuous." Keating said.

  Just now they found out through inquiring that Morais had a meeting until three or four in the morning, and then simply took a rest in the meeting room, and came to the main meeting room while talking.

   "Morning." Piaf happened to rush over and bumped into the two of them.

   "Good morning." Veraker and Keating also said.

   "How's your rest?" Piaf asked.

  Verak was still a little drowsy when he first got up, but after washing his face with cold water, he became very sober: "It's not bad, I will try to finish the training class today."

"Of course it would be best." Piaf was eager to start the training earlier, "I think there is still a little time before eight o'clock, and I want to talk to Comrade Morais about the combat training before you come. I didn't expect to meet you at the door."

   "It just so happens that we also need to ask Morais about something, let's go together." Verac knocked on the door of the meeting room, and after hearing Morais' "please come in", he opened the door and entered.

   "What's wrong?" In the conference room, only Morais was sitting at the main seat, patting his face with his hands to get himself out of sleepiness.

Verac sat next to Keating and Piaf, unable to bear the key questions about whether the Equal Society has a path to learn from in the future, whether there are any allies who can fight side by side, and asked first: "I want to ask Intner Xiong Naier's matter."

   "Well, you say."

   "Is this poem written by Chris?" Verac stared at Morais who was still a little confused.

   "Yes." Morais said without thinking.

  Verak and Keating glanced at each other: "Are you sure? Where did you find this poem?"

   "What do you mean?" Morais didn't understand why Veraker wanted to delve into this matter with obvious results.

"Mr. Keating and I suspected that this poem was not composed by Chris, but that he translated it from the Pruman Empire. If it is what we guessed, it means that there is a like-minded person in the Pruman Empire. organization, their thinking is much higher than ours." Verac said, "We can learn advanced ideas from them, and we can also form an alliance with them to open up a new world together."

"Here, let me think about it..." Morais was amazed that Verac had speculated that there was a more advanced organization than them in another country thousands of miles away through a poem. He began to recall the details of the poem he discovered , "Didn't we lose our vitality once because of the government's suppression? Comrade Chris also died in that operation. When we evacuated in an emergency, we packed up everything indiscriminately, including this one in Comrade Chris' office. poem."

  Villac's heart tightened: "Is there Chris's signature on the original version at that time?"

"Probably not..." Morais couldn't remember clearly, "But when you say that, I remembered one thing. At that time, Chris had an assistant who had studied in Pruman, but unfortunately he also died in that campaign. gone."

   "Does anyone here understand Pruman?" This clue is extremely important, and indirectly proves that there is such a possibility. Hope ignited in Verak's heart. Next, as long as someone who can speak Pruman is found and the title 'Internasional' is a transliteration of a word in Pruman, then it can be confirmed that this poem is not Pruman. Rees created it, but he asked someone to translate it!

   "Yes, Li Meng can speak Pruman." Morais said.

   Li Meng was one of the cadres who had the meeting yesterday. He was a Wellander. He used to be a young reporter and he had been to many countries like Keating.

   "I saw him on the way here, I'll go and call him." Piaf knew the importance of the matter, so she got up and walked out quickly.

   "Huh..." Verak leaned back in the chair, his heart beating uncontrollably.

  The truth of this matter determines whether Equality will take another detour, which means whether he can see a farther and more correct world.

   "Here we come." Soon, Piaf came back with Li Meng.

   "Do you know Pruman? Please find out what this means, is it Pruman?" Verak stood up quickly, took out the paper and showed it to Li Meng.

Li Meng was a newcomer. Before he joined, Chris's tomb had already been built, so he didn't know much about it. He looked at the 'Internasional' on the paper: "This...is the Transliteration of Ruman language."

   "Pruman?!"

"should be."

"What's the meaning?!"

   "The meaning of internationalism."

  Verak felt out of breath. He looked around at everyone present, and finally slumped down on the chair.

  He and Keating were right!

  He also finally understood why Chris didn't follow the ideas of "Internationale" in "Equality".

Chris has always used a gentle way to fight for rights with the government. After seeing and translating "Internationale" by accident, although deeply shocked, he still thinks that this radical way is not the right way, so It was not adopted when Equality was written.

  In the end, because he really didn't know how equality would move forward in his way, "Equality" stopped at the writing of Chapter 10, "How We Change".

  Chris's way, wrong.

   But beyond that, there is even better news.

   That is, the Equality Society is not fighting alone!

  (end of this chapter)