msmithbooks Chapter 155 Returning to the Meeting
Chapter 155 Returning to the Meeting
"I don't need anyone to tell me that Arundel is my enemy. How can I listen to my enemy? I just understand history and politics, and I rely on my own discernment."
"Has the painter brought you that question? You have found out that England is raising troops, have you not? This country has both a monarch and a parliament. Do you think it is going to be allied with your General Assembly or with those monarchs?"
"You should know how strong the British navy is, and how weak our country's navy is. The few warships and artillery are just for display, and many soldiers can't even swim. If Britain decides to fight us, their Warships can occupy our northern ports without hindrance, open a breach for the enemy's army, and rush directly into the capital from the north."
The hand on Grace's neck was less vigorous, but she still refused to let go.Jerry the peddler had eyes like snakes or lizards, staring at him without blinking, more suspicion than hatred.
Grace stared at him too, herbivore eyes, "You used to be the person who knew me best, and you could tell I wasn't joking... I guess you looked at the national debt in the meeting. If You have also seen those documents, and you should have seen my signature on it, because many of the accounts in it were assembled by me."
Grace used her fingers to write on the back of the peddler Jerry's hand, first a full arc, leading to a playful little tail, then a small r, and then an a.The back of her hand couldn't write anymore, and Grace's fingertips got into Jerry's cuff.The hand trembled uncomfortably, and Grace felt it harden.
Poor thing, Grace thought, this crook knows exactly what his status is based on, he has to pretend to please the people, he doesn't even dare to go to a brothel.
He raised his eyes and looked at Jerry purely and awkwardly: "My signature is like this... I hope you still have the impression to prove that I didn't lie to you."
Jerry the peddler jumped up from him, straightened up and turned sideways.Lying on the ground, Grace saw that his face was already serious, just like he was on the podium in the square.
Grace remembered that he had always been good at selling things, that with a good mouth and a pleasing face, plus some little magic tricks and gimmicks, he could make people happily surround him and take money out of their pockets with confidence .
But who did he get it from this time?Certainly not himself.
Grace could see that he was still Jerry inside, that he couldn't write a speech full of the names of ancient heroes.
He is still a peddler, buying goods from others and selling them.
Grace remembered Johnson's mention of a close friend who called him "Jerry."His close friend is a stammer.
"Jerry, or, George... you're not what you used to be, and I'm not what you used to be. We're both inferiors, but we're going to have to help each other if we're going to stand."
Jerry frowned, as if lost in thought.Suddenly, his eyes became sharp, and he looked at Grace questioningly: "Why are you so sure that Britain is going to attack us? Because there is only one of us, and there are several enemies? Do you think we are doomed? But you Look at those brave men outside the window! Any young and healthy man in our country would take up arms and rush to battle! Are they not as strong as those poor serf armies? Are they not as loyal as paid Swiss soldiers? There is only democracy How many countries can do this! Those monarchs are already cowardly because of our brave volunteers!"
Ha, it is this kind of performance, good eloquence, good demeanor.It was with this kind of performance that he fanned the flames and started the civil war.It was this kind of performance that murdered William and Chris.
Grace stood up and faced him, "You should read history. I read a lot of history books in order to understand what they said at the imperial meeting, otherwise I wouldn't know the famous people they mentioned."
"You don't have to learn that, though. I think you learn from the grown-ups, too, with Aristides and Themitocles, but that's all useless quotations. You've got to learn more recent history, what they don't care about. Only by doing things can you show that you are knowledgeable."
"If someone asks you about Britain in a meeting, you can answer him like this: Britain is never idle when the mainland is in chaos. This island country has always aimed to disturb the mainland. It doesn't care whether a country is a republic or a monarchy. Its Diplomacy has always had only one principle, which is to prevent the emergence of a real power in Europe."
"We have hundreds of thousands of volunteers, and the whole country has shown unprecedented unity. It is this kind of strength that makes it fearful. Britain will use all its strength to prevent us from winning this war."
Jerry the peddler was lost in thought again.Grace knew he got it, Jerry wasn't a good guy, but he wasn't an idiot either.He also heard that the crook was suspicious and showed no mercy to his enemies.
"Is the sea going to be rough?" Jerry whispered, his eyebrows getting darker and darker.Grace watched him quietly, trying to tell how much he was worried that his people would suffer because of the war, and how much he was worried that he would lose power because of it.
At this moment, the peddler suddenly looked at him, hatred and suspicion returned to his eyes: "Who taught you to say this!"
Grace asked him back: "Who can teach me to say this? Sophie and Orisa are dead, and the only Master William who treats me as a human is also dead. I have no friends. Who else can teach me?" Say this!"
He looked at Jerry with hurt and bitter eyes, and accused him fiercely: "Why did you treat me like that at that time? Since you look down on me like those high-class people, why did you treat me like that?" Well, you made me treat you as a friend?... But you treated me like that, and I regretted hurting you... But I was so scared at the time, you hurt me so much... I begged Arundel to save you, But I found out later that he was going to kill you—you don’t even know how happy I was when I recognized you in Crowne Plaza! I almost knelt down to where you were standing!”
Jerry's clenched fists trembled slightly with excitement, and he couldn't help taking a step closer to Grace, "Have you really heard my speech?"
"Of course! 'Majority, you are the masters of this country.' I heard your words, and they all stuck in my head. Did you write them yourself? They were so well written."
Jerry blinked his eyes and avoided the question, "...Why do you say that the Earl of Arundel is your enemy?"
Grace met his expectations, "Because I later found out that he lied to me, he didn't save you...he also gave me as a gift to the king, you know the king—"
This time he doesn't need to finish his lie, Jerry has already waved his hand angrily, "I heard that the king is a pervert! Did he abuse you?"
Grace couldn't bear to hear this and turned away.
Jerry hugged him from behind, his mouth was very close to his neck, "Grace, I regret it too, but you were so good at pissing me off at the time... If I held back my anger and didn't get mad at you, Will we be happy?"
"Of course, I promised to move out of the villa with you...but you detest my illness..."
Peddler Jerry turned him around and pressed his lips to his skin.
Grace closed her eyes, hoping for some good fantasies.But he could only imagine Alan's appearance, his young and handsome face was angry, expressing that he would rather be beheaded than him.
Grace couldn't take it anymore and wanted to push the person who was pressing on her away, but Jerry let go and took a few steps back.
Jerry becomes Konstantinos again, serious and serious.Grace thought she had been spotted because the leader of the right gave him a restrained look before striding away.
But that afternoon, Grace was notified that he could attend the meeting.