flstandardbreds Chapter 146 Because We Oppose the Nobility
Chapter 146 Because We Oppose the Nobility
Good morning, Mr. Freelancer.
Good morning, Klarman.
The weather in the south remains as comfortable as ever. Apart from the living conditions in the north, many people actually prefer to live in the south, especially in Brittany, where the climate is pleasant. After the war, developers flocked in and even built several tourist areas.
The war was indeed over, and for many it felt like a dream. But the war between the intellectual currents of the North and the aristocracy of the South was not over. After the establishment of the Federal Republic of America and the promulgation of the constitution, the so-called aristocratic titles were abolished. But in fact, the old aristocracy of the South was still a huge force.
This time, however, things are different. In the months-long war of words, one law is worth noting: the Amelia Second Amendment.
The Second Amendment granted the people of Amelia the right to own and carry firearms. Alice's intention was that in times of national crisis, citizens would be able to use firearms to resist those who had stolen the country, and also to defend themselves.
The Second Amendment to the Amerlane Constitution stipulates that every adult Amerlane citizen, upon registration, has the right to purchase legal firearms in accordance with current laws from designated state-run stores.
Currently, Amelia's gun control laws stipulate that rifles with a barrel length of 700 mm, no magazine, and powered by black powder are legal civilian rifles, while single-action and double-action revolvers with a cylinder, fired with black powder, and with a barrel length of 200 mm are legal civilian handguns.
Against this backdrop, a large number of surplus black powder revolvers and breech-loading single-shot/Minnie rifles appeared on the civilian market in Amerlane, especially in the South.
“Those nobles killed my dog, Klarman.”
"Mr. Weike, that's Viscount Jarvan, a man of immense power and influence. You must calm down!"
“Klarman! My only dog, left after my wife died, was killed last night by Garvin’s damn son! Damn it, give me a gun!”
The man known as the "freeloader" was roaring in Klarman's grocery store. The freeloader looked around and, seeing no one outside, looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with anger.
“Mr. Freelancer, I can’t give you anything, but here’s an address. There are some people who also want them dead.”
Klarman wrote a few words on a piece of paper: middle-aged man. Zhang Weike picked up the paper; it was from a tavern run by elves. He crumpled the paper into a ball and held it in his palm.
Revolution Tavern—the name itself speaks for itself. As Zhang Weike stepped into the tavern, an elf woman with a missing ear stood behind the counter, wiping glasses.
"What would you like?"
"Klarman".
"Ok?"
“Klarman sent me here. He said you have someone here who can help me.”
The elven waitress paused for a moment, then looked at him and said, "Okay, he sent you? Hmm?"
"Guevara!"
"what happened?"
"It seems we have a new companion. What brings you here?"
"For revenge."
A man with black curly hair walked out from backstage: "Revenge, ah, that's not uncommon, but we're all in the same boat, Santos Guevara, former Ranger Sergeant First Class."
"Zhang Weike"
The two men led him to the back of the tavern, where a warehouse was bustling with dozens of people under the glow of magic lamps, along with a retired Ford military truck and two cars of different brands.
"Her name is Valerie, she's from Halvin. Do you know this place, Halvin?"
"do not know."
"Harvin is my hometown, the hometown of us Harvin elves. I grew up in Harvin and went to the East to fight for my friends' homeland. I only recently returned, but that so-called Duke Harvin has turned my hometown into his kingdom, our purgatory."
"how about you?"
“My hometown is Savoy. I participated in the liberation of my hometown, but I retired from the military. I originally chose to return to Savoy to rebuild it, but I met Valerie on the way.”
Wake simply shook his head: "Tell me how to kill that damned Viscount Jarvan and his damned son?"
The man's murderous aura was incredibly strong. Valerie nodded: "We can't kill them with just a few of us. After the war was accepted, the nobles' private armies and lands were formally disbanded and confiscated, but in reality, the nobles' private armies were rearmed under the Second Amendment. Although the lands were confiscated, they still have the right to use the existing mansions."
"In other words, nothing has changed. Nobles are still nobles. Even without their titles, their wealth remains unimaginable, and this wealth was obtained by enslaving my homeland!"
"But it was precisely this so-called Second Amendment that allowed us to liberate our homeland!"
“Mr. Weke, we have been laying out our plans in Halvin for three months, from the end of the war until now, and we will be taking action soon.”
A revolver was slammed onto the table.
“Mr. Wecker, I have a question for you. Of course you can take revenge, but those nobles won’t let it go. Or, you can fight alongside us and kill them all!”
“I will go with you, but I will only kill that damned nobleman myself, and I will do nothing else.”
"That's enough, Mr. Freelancer. Don't rush off yet, let's discuss this further."
The nobles of Halvin were not only a troublesome group in the local area, but also to Alice. It was obvious that those nobles would corrupt the local government, and the official forces would have no way to find any fault with them. Moreover, they had made a contribution by quickly cutting off the Southern Army's retreat after the Battle of the Imperial Capital.
Alice couldn't touch them; her actions were illegitimate. But to the locals, it meant nothing.
The Harvin People's Guerrilla, as they call themselves, are people who spontaneously rebelled under the dark rule of the nobility. This phenomenon naturally attracted the attention of the secret intelligence agency, and Alice also kept track of their actions. However, Alice preferred to let them be and would not mind giving them a little help.
For example, these retired military trucks, military instructors, and combat experience were secretly provided to them by agents of the Secret Intelligence Agency. The Halvin People's Guerrilla Force was mainly composed of the elf residents of Halvin, but also included demon residents and demi-human residents. During the reign of Ekvich, the people of Halvin were displaced under the tyranny of the nobles. It was during the war for national unification that the Halvin People's Guerrilla Force gradually took shape.
The nation's struggle has come to an end, but the people's struggle has just begun.