Chapter 712: Don’t scare yourself.
Hart's eyes stayed on Sophia's figure for a moment, and the complex emotions in his heart began to surge.
Her steps were steady, and the black special service uniform hugged her tall figure, making her appear more calm and mature than before.
The gun case was still slung on her shoulders, and the heaviness that had been with her all year round seemed to have become a part of her.
Sofia came closer and whispered to him:
"Hart, I know you have a lot of things you want to tell me, but now is not the time for discussion. The director wants to see you, come with me."
Hart frowned slightly, "That... The angel wants to see me, the infected person?”
“Yes, he has something to talk to you about.”
Hart thought about it and couldn’t think of himself talking to that hell. There would be no interaction between the adults in the kitchen, but he still nodded and followed Sophia to the outside of the isolation area.
While the two were walking, the scene in the quarantine area around them gradually became blurry.
Hart turned his head and looked at the busy administration operators. They all had different shapes, and the characteristics of people infected with strange hoof disease were clearly visible. The operators were nimbly commanding the bulldozers; others were flexibly working on the machinery. Shuttle back and forth to coordinate the construction progress.
Their black special service uniforms are embroidered with red administration epaulets. They are neat and steady, bringing a sense of order to this long-oppressed area.
"These operators... are very disciplined." Hart couldn't help but speak.
Sofia nodded, with a hint of pride in her tone: "The administration's discipline is very strict. After they entered the quarantine area, they had clear orders not to interfere with the residents' lives at will. All actions must be coordinated, and no We can't misappropriate the property of infected people, and we can't engage in any forced buying or selling." She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Hart, as if she understood his doubts.
"You don't have to worry. Everything they do in the quarantine area is transparent and fair. The goal of the administration is to abolish the cultural quarantine policy and completely overthrow the past system." Sofia's voice was firm, it was already a certainty decision.
Hart's pace slowed slightly.
“Is it really possible to overturn the quarantine policy?” Hart’s voice revealed a sense of exhaustion and uneasiness.
As the leader of the Workers' Federation of Infected Persons, he knows that this gap is deeply rooted and has penetrated into every corner of society. It is not only a physical separation, but also an indelible feeling in people's hearts. Stereotypes and fears.
What he is talking about is not a physical overthrow, but a practical one - the direct and deeply rooted contradictory relationship between humans and the infected.
"Yes." Sofia said firmly.
"We will tear down the wall and reconnect the quarantine area with the city. Moreover, the authority will build schools at the junction, and we will also implement education programs for infected people to help them get the same learning opportunities as ordinary people. Your daughter Li Hasn't Na always dreamed of becoming a horse racer? She will have the opportunity to receive formal education and training, and her future will no longer be limited by her origin. "Education? Career?" Very dreamy words for those infected at the bottom level.
“I know this is dreamy, but the development of the economy...especially the extraordinary economy will inevitably promote necessary social changes.”
“Whether it is handicrafts, engineering technology or business management; It's basic professions, thaumaturge planning, horse racing..." Sophia said seriously to Hart, "According to the director, these are the laws of development that are not dependent on human will."
"It does not depend on human will..." Hart murmured this sentence.
As the conversation between the two continued, they came to the destination of their trip—a long-abandoned infected house.
The house is low and dilapidated, and the exterior wall is covered with mottled cracks, as if it has been eroded by wind and rain for many years. The reddish-brown brick wall has long lost its original color, and the weeds in the corners almost cover it up. destroyed the original foundation.
Most of the glass in the windows was broken, leaving a few remaining pieces of glass, shining faintly in the sunlight.
The door panel is half open, and the rusty iron lock hangs loosely on the door frame and may fall off at any time.
The steps outside the house were covered with dust and fallen leaves, indicating that the house had been abandoned for a long time.
In the open space in front of the door, there are some scattered old furniture and tools, obviously left behind when the previous residents left in a hurry.
Although the entire house is in disrepair, its thick walls and closed layout make it a temporary office area for the administration.
It is hard to imagine that the legendary fourth sword holder in heaven would temporarily work in a place like this.
Sofia stopped and turned to look at Hart, "This is the place temporarily arranged by the director, and our conversation will take place here."
"Come in, Hart, the director has already I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
Hart swallowed reluctantly, and then stepped in.
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In the temporary office area.
The surrounding environment has been cleaned up and tidy, and the originally dilapidated rooms have been given a new look after the administration's quick rectification.
Several small screens hang on the rough walls to display the latest operational data and mission status.
A bunch of files on the desktop have been neatly classified, and the virtual projection screen next to it is slowly floating, flashing various government affairs information and various reports within the administration.
Although the space is small, it is arranged in an orderly manner, exuding an atmosphere of efficiency first.
Xia Xiu sat behind the old but solid wooden table in the center. His short golden hair shimmered, and his golden pupils looked particularly deep and gentle in the dim light.
He was wearing a simple but exquisite black uniform, and his silver cane was leaning casually on the edge of the table.
His fingers quickly flipped through the documents on the table, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the virtual projection screen next to him, approving different instructions.
Beside him, Pansy Jane stood quietly, holding several documents in her arms.
She wore a neat ponytail and a cold face. The tear mole in the corner of her eye added a touch of soft beauty to her. However, her expression was as cold as ever, as if no emotion could move her.
She said nothing, waiting for the director's instructions, her eyes focused and calm.
In another corner of the office area, Turs, the commander-in-chief of the task force and the chief of the first hub of the administration, was lying bored on an old sofa.
Although he looks like an eleven or twelve-year-old child, his real age is over 100 years old.
The pair of fox ears moved slightly, looking naughty and cute, and the fox tail behind him was also swaying gently in the air, as if he didn't care about everything.
He gnawed at the apple lazily. While chewing, he secretly observed every move of Xia Xiu and Panxi with his cunning eyes.
"You are really busy." Tours took a bite of the apple and said to the blond young man in a lazy tone.
Pansy glanced at him coldly, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "Work is always so boring."
She still maintained her indifferent expression and stood there waiting without any fluctuation.
Tulse frowned in dissatisfaction and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Your tone makes it sound like I am a fisherman. Please, I managed to destroy the pile in the square with great difficulty. Things have been sorted out——"
He stood up from the sofa with a sudden jerk, put his hands on his hips, his fox ears trembled slightly, and stared at Pansy with a displeased face:
"I've been working for so long, can't I enjoy it?! It's my turn to relax!"
Pansy was unmoved, with a cold smile on her lips, and responded softly:
"Haha."
Tulsi's fists suddenly clenched, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You ——”
Before he finished speaking, his fox ears stood straight up.
Dong dong dong——
At this moment, Xia Xiu gently tapped the virtual keyboard on the desktop, deliberately making a crisp "dong dong dong" sound.
He glanced at Turs, who was like a dog with fried hair, and Pansy, who was still cold. With a faint smile on his face, he stretched out his right hand to rub his chin.
"Sure enough... the workload is still not enough."
The "cows and horses" are in trouble with each other, and sure enough, it is still not enough for the community.
As the king of social animals in the Kingdom of Heaven, someone thought as he looked at Turs in front of him with evil eyes. Should he be allowed to work overtime and open more business planning lines...
Tulsi was stunned suddenly, and his aggressive look immediately softened. His ears were drooped, and his tail was no longer as agile as before. He glared at Xia Xiu weakly, and quickly took a bite of the apple. Swallowing it, he said with a smile on his face:
"Ah... Well, actually I think... the work is enough, completely enough! It's completely busy enough, I'm not idle at all!"
Xia Xiu smiled silently and deliberately prolonged his voice:
"Oh? Are you sure? Then I thought——"
"No, no, no, no, don't give me any more tasks!"
Tulsi waved his hand hurriedly, almost knocking over the apple core next to him, and quickly dusted himself off, returning to his previous boring attitude. He hid in the corner of the sofa and pretended that nothing was wrong.
Pansy Jane looked down at the document in her hand, seemingly not surprised by Tours' reaction. An imperceptible smile appeared on her lips, but the smile instantly dissipated in her still calm expression.
Xia Xiu casually put the document in his hand on the table and stretched lazily, his movements relaxed and casual.
He then leaned on the back of the office chair, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and looked unusually relaxed.
The azure ring on the index finger of his right hand shimmered slightly under the dim light. As his fingers moved up and down rhythmically, it seemed to be silently marking the pulse of some plan.
"The matter at the racecourse has come to an end."
He spoke lazily, with a relaxed tone in his voice, as if he had completed an uncomplicated task.
"The Social and Cultural Committee has already planned to reorganize."
"Now, it is estimated that our dear Second Bank Governor, Prime Minister of the New Alliance Economic Adjustment Committee-John K. Hank People from Sri Lanka have already placed their own people in the newly formed cultural committee.”
The blond young man's tone was light, and the words he spoke casually were like falling chess pieces, landing accurately on the chessboard.
"According to the previous plan," he continued with a more calm tone, "the income from related industries, including ticketing, advertising, merchandise sales, etc., will be divided into 30% of the regional tax; the 'pseudo-human group' provided The new career path contributes 30% to regional employment; plus 30% of the surrounding economic share, all belong to the administration. "
"In other words, the economic accumulation needed in the early stage of Ivy. We have already obtained it. All that remains is to coordinate the conflict between the infected group and the New World group."
The fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven leaned back lazily, seeming to digest what he had just said. Everything said.
“But...these ‘contradictions’ between the infected and the new world will probably take a lot of work.”
Major economic integration and the layout of the administration seem to be nothing more than a smooth game to him.
Listening to Xia Xiu’s words, Tours stood up again and suppressed his playful smile.
His eyes stayed on Xia Xiu for a moment, his expression extremely serious.
Tulse came here today, not really to fish for fun, he came here with... a problem.
He looked at this blond young man, his former fighting partner, but he couldn't suppress the complicated emotions that surged into his heart again.
Facing the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven in front of him, this was not the first time that Tours felt this strong sense of oppression - the calm aura of controlling everything, strategizing, and manipulating the situation.
Sometimes the fourth sword holder in heaven always describes and even defines everything around him with calm and even slightly frivolous words.
It is as if... the whole world is just a part of his chessboard, and all events and characters are just chess pieces that promote the situation in his precise layout.
From the beginning of the duet performance until now, he has not concealed his ambition to reach the top of the kingdom of heaven - whether it is strength or power.
He is always like this, not simply fighting "evil" with "good", or even following the traditional opposition between good and evil.
The Hugh Abraham before him sometimes made Tours feel morally confused.
Every time, when the other party implements his plan calmly and accurately, the kind of decisiveness that is outside the standards of good and evil always makes Tours feel uneasy.
"You deliberately indulged the struggle between Mikhail and the Kurds..."
Tours finally spoke, but his tone seemed hesitant. His voice was very low, as if Afraid of disturbing something invisible.
As he said these words, he realized that he did not use the words "fighting evil with evil" to describe the actions of the fourth sword holder in the kingdom of heaven.
Turs knew in his heart that this word did not suit the other party.
Hugh Abraham never acted as if he were simply catering to the opposition between good and evil.
He is more like standing outside of good and evil, using a brand new standard to create his own value system.
"The will to power..." Tours murmured in his heart, finding some appropriate description.
He could feel that the other party's behavior sometimes seemed like an attempt to achieve some ultimate goal beyond ordinary morality.
That goal transcends judgments of right and wrong, good and evil, and is not bound by temporary morality, but shapes the world according to one's own will.
So, for a moment, Tours felt a bone-chilling chill from the other party.
He realized that what the other person exuded was an absolute dominant force, a "dominant force" that did not rely on secular norms.
Because of this, the decisions of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven sometimes seem so cold and sometimes even difficult to understand.
But this irresistible force cannot be ignored.
Turs always felt that compared to the title of the Fourth Sword Holder in the Kingdom of Heaven...
Hugh Abraham was more suitable to take over the position of [Xin Liezhi] the Eternal God's Chosen.
Xia Xiu seemed to have seen through the fluctuations in Turs's heart, and still smiled gently and said:
"Don't scare yourself, Turs."
Picture Else was silent, just looking up at him.
The blond young man could only rub his eyebrows in distress, and said slowly to Turs Colbert:
"If the world is a ship, then only by controlling the direction can we make it
I never hesitate to do these things, you know. It's just the will to live, literally. The will to power - not just to survive, but to dominate, create, break and reshape."
"You ran out of the square partly because the work has come to an end, but more importantly. Yes, you are concerned about the problems of the infected," Xia Xiu said softly.
"You want to see with your own eyes what I will do, to see if I will choose to be ruthless like the other members of the Resolution Assembly. Now you can see it too - I have found a 'morning light' among them."
"She is a bit like you, but not exactly the same."
Xia Xiu's tone was slightly playful and continued:
"She originally wanted me to directly intervene with Mikhail The fight with the Kurds wanted me to solve the problem in a more direct way
However, she finally chose another way and ended it directly
She thinks a lot, but actions often come before thoughts; and her will always comes to the frontline before hesitation. "
He paused, as if thinking about something, and then looked at Turs again, smiling more easily.
"Too much moral elaboration is unnecessary, but I always Comfort those around you. I will tell them and I will tell you - don’t think too much and don’t scare yourself. ”
“I will not become Xin Liezhi. ”
The life begins... Wuwuwu~~~~