The New and Old Parties

The seminary's curriculum is quite simple and unpretentious.

All Xia Er remembered was that he seemed to be praising the goddess for various reasons. His classmates started drawing Crimson Moon, and others also politely drew Crimson Moon in return.

Moreover, this kind of education lasts a lifetime, and after death the soul will enjoy eternal rest in the deep, dark heaven.

This is just so hilarious.

Chael habitually tapped her chest four times clockwise to form a crimson moon.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

When Martin, the personal servant, saw Xia'er's actions, he smiled knowingly and tapped his chest four times in praise.

Shael: "..."

"Young Master, you have an important ball to attend next Saturday, at the invitation of Councilor Macht."

Martin saw that Chael had opened "The Book of Revelation" and seemed about to become engrossed in it, so he told the coachman to slow down and drive the carriage more steadily. Only after Chael closed the book did he gently remind him.

You could have said it sooner.

I was just spacing out. Surely no one would be so obsessed with the story of the goddess of night saving the world?

"Martin, if I remember correctly, Representative Macht's political platform supports improving the atmospheric environment, right?"

"I think about it and then I say it," said Xia'er.

"If you remember correctly, Representative Macht supported the establishment of an air pollution committee."

"The environment in Backlund is getting worse, and there are more and more voices of discontent."

Martin couldn't help but sigh as he thought about the increasingly severe smog.

Of course, he was being rather tactful, because the Menat family, including the political forces behind them, also owned factories.

Although they participated in politics, opened banks, and engaged in colonial trade, they also ran factories.

Shael smiled. Member of Parliament Macht was also from the New Party. He was campaigning on the slogan of tackling air pollution and was able to win a lot of votes for the New Party. The middle class and working class in Backlund were also fed up with the increasingly worse air quality. Although most of these factories were built by the New Party, now that a member of the New Party had stood up to call on the kingdom to tackle air pollution, shouldn't they cast more votes for the New Party?

Do you think an air pollution committee can be established?

"I asked the man who had grown up in aristocratic circles," said Xia Er, looking at his personal servant.

"Young Master, I'm not sure."

Martin paused for a moment before speaking.

Why?

"I asked curiously," Xia Er asked.

"Because the Conservative Party has also started building factories."

"They have land, people, connections, and money."

Martin stated directly.

This is no secret, as many members of the New Party have privately mocked the Conservative Party's actions.

Although many Conservative nobles went bankrupt, most of them were minor nobles. Those Conservative nobles with stronger foundations could grit their teeth, pool their resources, and participate in these industries as well.

Oh.

With insufficient cash, the banking sector is finding it difficult to break through the New Party's blockade in the short term.

Given the vast amount of land resources, should we start by acquiring some from that area?

That's true. Opening a factory can exploit workers and increase income. It doesn't require much technical skill, so why not open one?

Where there are gold pounds, there are nobles.

Regardless of party affiliation?

No wonder you forced George III to cooperate with the Witch Church.

The Church of the Night, the Church of the Storm, and the Church of Steam and Machinery—these nobles have connections to all of them.

The eldest son inherits the title, while the second, third, and fourth sons either join the military, the church, or MI9, and they may intermarry.

Chael felt that if he were the king, he would also have to draw his sword.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

Xia Er didn't know what to say, so she simply praised the goddess.

"Praise beauties, I hope the atmospheric environment in Backlund will improve soon."

"By the way, young master, which tuxedo are you planning to wear to the banquet tonight?"

Martin sighed softly. Perhaps only the gods could resolve these tangled problems. Seeing that Xia Er was no longer discussing the topic, he asked.

"The black one, I guess."

"I can't believe it," Xia Er said casually.

He's gotten used to it, all sorts of banquets.

Dancing, chatting, gossiping, eating at a buffet...

It's not particularly interesting, but it's adequate for passing the time.

"I will prepare it for you."

"Do you have any other plans for tonight?"

Martin nodded.

There are no classes on weekends.

"I plan to go for a night stroll tonight."

"I think about it and then I say it," said Xia'er.

"Nighttime stroll?"

Martin's expression turned somewhat pained.

Would you like to take a walk in the West Side or Queens?

The personal servant asked, clinging to his last shred of hope.

"Of course, we'll just wander around and take a stroll along West Velas Street..."

"I said in a relaxed tone."

Call ~

Martin breathed a sigh of relief. The police headquarters was on West Velas Street, where the nighttime security was quite good.

But before Xia Er could finish speaking,

"Walk along Donald Street, cross Backlund Bridge, and enjoy the night view across the bridge."

"I'll make that decision happily," Xia Er said.

"No!"

Martin's voice even became somewhat shrill.

"Martin, Hillston, Joewood, and Bridge are all very safe areas."

"You should have some faith in our hardworking patrol officers who work night shifts."

"Maybe I'll just get bored after wandering around the West End and want to go back?"

Chael raised her hand and gently pressed down, calming the somewhat out-of-control servant down.

"Young master, this really won't do. Those patrolmen who only know how to drive away homeless people are not trustworthy."

"I will absolutely not agree unless you kill me. If Madam knew you went to such a far place at night, she would definitely lock you in the house."

Martin had no choice but to bring up Mrs. Maynard, who was like a mountain in his hands.

Fortunately, Xia Er only mentioned visiting the Bridge District at most. If he had said he wanted to go to the East District at night, poor Martin would probably have passed out by now.

"Martin, Mother is already tired from taking care of my brother, let's not add to her burden."

"We'll just stick to the main road and call out the guy who cheated us to be our bodyguard."

"We'll bring two handguns for self-defense; surely that will put your mind at ease?"

Xia Er spoke gently, offering her advice.

"You...you must promise me that you will never go to dangerous places, otherwise...I will definitely tell Madam."

After a long internal struggle, Martin gritted his teeth and finally chose to compromise.

It's better for him to go with the young master than for the young master to sneak out alone.

"Don't worry, we're just enjoying the moon. We live the same routine every day; we need a little relaxation, don't we?"

"Martin, you need to get some rest too."

After Xia Er finished speaking, he reopened the book "The Book of Night Revelation" and stopped talking, as if everything was settled.

Young master, your words of comfort touched me deeply, but they took up my rest time.

Martin gave a somewhat forced smile.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, and the bitterness on his face lessened somewhat as he said:

"Young Master, I forgot to remind you that you don't have much disposable income left this month."

boom!

Xiaer abruptly closed the Dark Night Bible in his hand.

No money? That won't do!