Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

Main Plane of Vilia · Infer Empire

Rowell, a mechanical factory worker passing by the bakery, smelled the tempting aroma of the bakery, and stopped subconsciously.

He thought for a while, took out the few pennies in his pocket, bought some bread sticks, and ordered a bottle of blueberry jam.

When he got home, he saw the children with breadsticks in his hand, all of them were very happy, staring at the bread in his hand with wide eyes.

"Take it and eat it!"

Rowell handed the bread to his youngest daughter Dinah.

"Mom! Mom! Dad bought bread!" Dana happily took the bread, and ran to the kitchen showing off and excitedly.

"And blueberry jam!" The eldest son yelled as he followed behind.

There was a lively sound from the kitchen separated by a single bedroom.

Lowell's wife never showed up.

——Since Rowell participated in the time reduction and salary increase movement, he and his wife have fallen into a cold war.

His wife disagrees with him participating in such a dangerous sport, and hopes that he will stop this crazy behavior for the sake of his family.

But Lowell insisted on participating.

Thus began the Cold War.

Rowell listened to the cheers in the kitchen, and his wife taught the children the secret of how to increase the amount of food. The creases on his face that were full of engine oil stretched out from the bottom of his heart.

A day's work made him sit on a chair a little tired, but a trace of worry couldn't help flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Recently, the war between the Infiel Empire and the Farai Dynasty has intensified, and the brothers in the team have gradually emerged differences.

Some brothers believe that the time reduction and salary increase movement is an internal problem. Now that the Farais Dynasty is invading, we should first abandon the previous suspicions and jointly resist foreign enemies.

What's more, the British Empire has raised the basic salary. From a certain point of view, the time reduction and salary increase movement has achieved its goal.

However, most brothers do not agree.

The great Agito thought has clearly pointed out how the greedy and corrupt factory owners who stink of money exploit workers.

The current salary increase is meaningless.

Only when the workers are in power can the status of the workers be fundamentally changed.

Facing this rift and controversy, Rowell hesitated.

His beloved motherland, his wife's feelings, and A Jide's thinking, these three forces are tearing him apart, making him wonder if he should continue to fight? Or stop?

While Rowell was struggling, his wife had already prepared dinner.

A large basin full of bread and porridge was placed in the middle of the table.

——This is a staple food that is cooked with bread sticks and mixed with a little sea salt.

A dish of boiled potatoes.

——It’s all finely chopped potatoes, but even so, a little black halo can still be seen.

It can be seen that in order to make the moldy potatoes edible, the wife has worked hard to cut off the moldy spots.

On the plate in front of him, his wife, and their two children, there were two pieces of sliced ​​bread with a little bit of blueberry sauce spread inside.

This is a great meal!

Compared with the flour mixed with barite, gypsum and even chalk to increase the weight; and the noodles are painted yellow with picric acid or urine to pretend to be egg noodles.

This big meal is really rich.

The kids are delighted!

They scrambled to drink bread porridge, sipped bread with blueberry sauce, and chatted about what they had seen and heard during the day, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

The situation has been chaotic recently, but the eldest son’s newspaper has sold well. After deducting costs, he earned thirteen pence today.

Because his wife works in a textile factory, the youngest daughter can only be entrusted to Yuanshen Church, where children will be taught to read and write. Of course, most of the time they need to work for the church, but fortunately, they take care of the meals.

At the dinner table, the wife remained silent as always, occasionally responding to the children's topics.

The eldest son chatted about what he saw during the day;

The youngest daughter said that the Hawthorne missionary called Sister Judith to the forgiveness room again, and Sister Judith came out with tears on her face.

Rowell, on the other hand, was obsessed with the time reduction and salary increase campaign, barely responding to the children's twittering.

This sumptuous meal,

Just like this, it was spent in a lively and dull way.

"Hawk..."

In the middle of the night, Rowell suddenly woke up from the floor, and he got up with a grunt.

He climbed to the window on hands and feet, put his ear to the window, and listened carefully.

"Chir... chirp chirp chirp..."

The wonderful nightingale's cry came from the night, and it seemed so penetrating.

Rowell's expression became serious as he listened.

He turned around and pulled out his night clothes, and quickly put them on.

When he got dressed, he suddenly found his wife standing at the door without knowing when.

"This is a first-level assembly order. Just this time, I promise, I will not betray my brother!"

Rowell lowered his voice and made a solemn promise. He has made similar promises countless times.

Under the night, his wife looked at him quietly, and after a while, she reached out and handed him something.

"This……"

"You can only work when you have a full stomach." The wife finally spoke, with a tired voice.

Rowell was startled, gritted his teeth and reached out to take the bread wrapped in newspaper, stuffed it into his arms, and rushed out of the house without looking back.

After rushing out of the house, there were already sounds of rustling in the crowded slums.

There are many people like Rowell.

However, most of them do not know each other.

Only the person in charge of them knows their specific list-this is to ensure that no matter who falls into the Public Security Bureau, it will not cause a devastating blow to the team.

Rowell skillfully crossed the streets and alleys, and finally stopped at the back door of a shoemaker's shop.

Before he could knock, the door was already open.

"Take up your weapon, keep up with the team, keep silent, don't discuss!"

The person who opened the door gave orders in a low voice.

Rowell nodded and squeezed in sideways.

Many people had already gathered in the yard, and there were still people pouring in. When the yard was full of people, the officer distributed the rifles himself.

When everyone was assigned weapons, the team set off immediately, without a word of nonsense.

Rowell followed the team nervously. He didn't know what the team was going to do this time, and he didn't need to know.

All he knew was that Ben Keming would not deceive them, and that A Jide's thought was shining on them!

However, as he walked, Rowell felt something was wrong.

The footsteps were too loud.

This is not a sound they can make with their numbers.

But where did the footsteps come from?

Rowell looked around and found that the footsteps came from a nearby alley.

Every time I run through the alley, I can always catch a glimpse of the same team running in another alley.

They were dressed in the same way, in the same attire.

When the team stopped, Rowell was dumbfounded.

Through the cover of the stairs, looking forward, there is a huge castle in front of you.

——This is the historical palace of the British Empire.

In the past, there should have been at least dozens of airships patrolling the sky, but today there are only three left. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the lights in the castle seem to be much less.

I don't know if it's the Falai Dynasty, which has exhausted the power of the empire!

"Brothers, the great Mr. A Jide said that only by overthrowing the old order can a new order be established! If we workers want to be the masters of our own affairs, we must defeat the corrupt and backward imperial family!"

"Mr. Benkemin has sneaked into the palace. When the fireworks go off, it will be the day of Liberation Infel! At that time, everyone rush with me and kill all the royal family members!"

The team leader lowered his voice, but still passionately told the ultimate purpose of this mission.

Rowell was stunned.

The whole team was stunned.

The scene was completely silent.

Countless people looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one knew what each other was thinking at this moment. The suddenness of this mission was completely beyond their expectations.

Rowell's hands trembled.

Both excitement and fear.

After a while, he stretched out his hand into his bosom, and his actions immediately attracted the vigilance of his companions, fearing that he was a lurker, a running dog of the empire!

"I'll have some bread."

Rowell explained in a low voice, took out the bread his wife gave him before leaving, and under the watchful eyes of the officer, he opened the newspaper with slightly trembling hands, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Suddenly, rich blueberry sauce splashed into the mouth, sour and sweet.

—and his wife stuffed most of the blueberry jam he bought into his bread.

"Snapped!"

A sound of fireworks suddenly shot up into the sky, blooming brilliantly in the night, illuminating the whole city!

The dazzling light completely suppressed the shadow of the castle at the base of the wall, but left Rowell and others completely the same.

"Brothers, follow me!"

The officer was the first to jump out from behind the bunker. He raised his steel gun, let out a hysterical roar, and immediately took the lead and charged towards the towering castle.

At the same time, the heavy city gate slowly opened amidst rumbling noises.

With his mouth full of blueberry jam, Rowell didn't have time to express his wife's concern.

He stuffed the remaining bread into his arms, picked up the steel gun, grinned his teeth stained blue by blueberry jam, and roared.

"Come on!"

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