After waking up

After a while, Handel woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at Moore, who was sleeping on the bed opposite. The expression on the face of this man with a gray beard was sometimes anxious and sometimes soothing. Sometimes he even clenched his fists.

Since Mullan became interested in Moore, Handel would inevitably observe Moore carefully. In Handel's senses, Mr. Moore had no personal interests and could only think about others.

If it were Handel in the past, it would be impossible to even imagine the existence of such a person, even a famous person in history. The so-called lofty ideals can see the framework of interests. A noble knight like Professor Jonst should already be a being with the noblest character.

But now, there are actually people who are really fighting for the fate of others, for an illusory ideal, an ideal that is destined to have a bad fate, or to put it bluntly, it is destined to fly into the flames.

Are such people stupid?

Handel asked himself in his mind.

Mr. Moore is calm and perseverant. He has noble character, good medical skills, literary attainments and logical thinking. He is even praised by Professor Jonst. He is not faulty in terms of etiquette. He may even have aristocratic blood. This cannot be done under any circumstances. Being called stupid.

So why would such a person do something "stupid"? He didn't know that if it wasn't for Professor Jonest's appreciation of him, would he have died in Digao long ago?

After thinking deeply, Handel thought that Mr. Moore himself was very clear. He had experienced dangers, could anticipate dangers, and even witnessed extraordinary power, but he was still walking the same path.

Handel was loyal to Mulan and trusted Mulan unconditionally. He would go all out for Mulan's orders. Similarly, he also admired Moore's character, but as an aristocrat, it was difficult for him to truly fully understand Moore, let alone Generate empathy.

There are many nobles with truly kind hearts, right? Professor Jonst is one of them, even Handel. Even the Queen of the Dilga Empire is said to be kind-hearted.

So Professor, why, why?

Handel closed his eyes.

On a distant train, Mulan, who was napping with a cane, opened his eyes at this moment and looked sideways out of the window. With the faint light from the train window, he could see heavy snowflakes floating in the night.

Peaceful sleep was a luxury for him, and the few hours he had just slept well were already precious. Just these two hours restored him a lot of energy.

Just now in his sleep, Mulan seemed to have sensed Handel. Perhaps his task was not easy.

Although Handel disappeared for a period of time when he went out with Mulan, it was not enough for Dilga officials to track him down. As long as Mulan endorsed it and took out some of the prepared materials, there would be no problem.

Even so, Handel was already much later than scheduled, and I hope he and Moore didn't encounter any accidents.

The sound of the train "rumbling, humming, humming" was endless. This rhythmic and continuous noise had a hypnotic effect, making Mulan feel sleepy.

Although Mulan was very aware of his physical condition at this moment, at this moment, he couldn't help but use power. That kind of power may have always existed, but it was only recently that his understanding of it became clearer. It may be related to some extraordinary power. The theories overlap, but it is more appropriate to use one of the terms.

'resonance. ’

"Gudong~" "Gudong~" "Gudong~".

After that meaning flashed through Mulan's mind, the beating of his heart was like a clearly audible note, as if it turned into an invisible force that transcended the spirit and body, and transcended the spatial dimensions of reality and the other world.

There is enough connection, enough bond, enough understanding, enough understanding that there is enough existence in the other person's mind.

People with excellent qualities, you may still lack a pair of real eyes. You may not be able to recognize some facts, or you may recognize some facts and choose to ignore them.

Handel suddenly felt short of breath and even had a headache. He sat up suddenly and opened his eyes to see darkness, and there were some snores around him.

"Why am I here?"

The dirty air made Handel feel a little uncomfortable. He shook his head. His mind seemed to be blank. It took a long time before he remembered anything, and he quickly shook the people around him.

"Don't rest now, our work is not done yet."

“There are still three warehouses that we can’t finish digging.”

"He's right, don't rest."

These voices were full of fatigue and numbness. They supported each other to stand up, picked up the mining pick next to them, and dug deep into the mine tunnel.

It’s not easy to drink clean water in the dark and dirty underground space. After drinking all the water I brought, I can only endure my thirst and work with carts of coal. I am exhausted at the end of the day. Such days seem to be endless. , there is no hope.

No one cares about them, no one listens to them, except for beatings, scolding, embezzlement and humiliation, human dignity has been reduced to the bottom line, and no one can hear the underground voices.

The collapse of the mine tunnel brings about the loss of life, but in the eyes of some people, they only care about the time it takes to clear the mine tunnel and resume production.

"Boom"

Amid the flames, a violent explosion overturned Handel, and he let out a hysterical scream.

"ah--"

One leg was directly blown off, and the wailing soldier Handel was dragged away by his comrades. They carried him to the military doctor and heard an angry answer.

"What? Anesthetics can only be prepared for officers?"

"Asshole, what about us?"

"Asshole!" "Bang" "Bang"

Handel heard a lot of chaotic sounds in his trance, but the blood loss and intense pain had made him confused.

A huge steam engine was erected in the factory, and the workers came to watch curiously. The engineer on one side proudly introduced it to the aristocratic boss.

"As long as it starts burning coal, it can be worth the work of fifty workers! And it hardly needs a break! The monthly operating fee is only this amount."

"Hahahahaha, that's great!"

The boss turned around and looked at the workers around him.

"So your total monthly salary should only be this amount. Otherwise, get out of here and let machines take your place."

Handel and other workers didn't seem to understand how much this total was apportioned to each person. They only knew that it was definitely less than the original pitiful salary.

Kind-hearted nobles and rich people, indeed, there are such people in this era, and the kindness of individuals is only within the scope allowed by their class.

The despair at the lowest level is not just poverty, hunger, illness and confusion, but the gradual realization that without a breakthrough, these will last forever!

And on top of the ordinary despair, there is also the chaos caused by greed, and the deep darkness above the twilight seems to be an abyss that wants to swallow the world.

"Hoo"

Handel woke up from his dream with a shudder. He was panting violently and sweating like rain on his body. His own memories seemed to be awakened at this moment.

'It's a dream, it's a dream'

Handel relaxed a little, lying on the bed and breathing calmly. The memory of the dream was becoming blurred, but the meaning of the dream was still very profound. He couldn't help but look to one side, and Moore was still sleeping peacefully on the other bed.

If there were no such people, if we did not harbor such lofty and somewhat naive ideals, then this kind of miserable life would be eternity until darkness swallows everything.