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Hamilton Manor, Mississippi.

The kerosene wick wrapped in the exquisite crystal lampshade emits dim light. After being scattered and refracted at multiple angles, it casts a dreamy colorful halo in the banquet hall, illuminating this luxurious and spacious banquet hall.

Jefferson Hamilton Davis sat at the head of the long dinner table, with a well-groomed British butler standing behind him. On both sides of the 10-meter-long table sat senior officials from the governments and military of southern states. They were all Republicans who firmly opposed the abolitionist ideology.

Lin Qiming sat at the other end of the long table, with James Howlett standing behind him.

With a faint smile on his face, he scanned the guests and guests at the meeting, as if he was inspecting his own guards, with a look full of scrutiny.

And those officials and officers who came to the banquet were also full of vigilance against the strangers sitting in the host and guest seats. They communicated with each other silently with their eyes and made their own judgments.

Hamilton saw the gap between the two sides, stood up and raised his glass enthusiastically to the crowd and said:

"Come, come, this is the wine made from the vineyard in my manor. It is definitely not inferior to the taste of the French Lafite winery. Please raise your glasses and drink this glass of wine together to welcome my friend Mr. Lin."

Lin Qiming elegantly held the glass, stood up slowly, looked around and smiled.

"You're welcome, Mr. Hamilton. It's an honor to be invited to your dinner!"

"Of course, I am very honored to see you all here. You are Mr. Hamilton's friends, so you will also become my friends. I believe this is what he wants to see."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and found that the taste was mellow and smooth, and it was indeed no worse than Lafite.

Hamilton was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted and raised his hand to drink a glass.

Seeing that the host of the banquet gave face to strangers, the officials and officers had their own calculations in their hearts, and felt that it was not a smart thing to offend this person rashly, so they also raised their glasses to accompany him.

After sitting down again, Hamilton's cheeks were slightly red, and he spoke with a little excitement.

"Those who sit here today are all staunch fighters against abolitionism. We all have the same idea, which is to stop those fools from destroying our traditions and disrupting the order and social atmosphere of the country."

"To be more frank, it is to safeguard the interests of all of us. I think no one will object to this!"

After he finished speaking, Lin Qiming smiled and said nothing. However, the officials and officers all resonated with him and denounced the social problems brought about by the abolitionism in the North.

"Hamilton was right. Ever since those idiots have been clamoring for abolition, more than 30 slaves from my estate have escaped!"

"That's right, a lot of people escaped from my estate. Fortunately, the Fugitive Slave Act was passed in the first half of the year, otherwise the situation would be more serious."

"Those shameless industrial and mining capitalists want to hollow out the economic pillars of our South and trample us all under their feet. I will never give in!"

Hamilton shook the wine glass in his hand while listening to their rather superficial cognitive speeches.

He couldn't help but sigh that if he hadn't heard a more thorough and diversified analysis at Lake Enid, he would only be limited to the tip of the iceberg he saw in front of him, instead of raising his vision to the next 100 years, comprehensively and deeply criticizing the devastating damage that abolitionism would cause.

""Quiet down, gentlemen. We might as well listen to Lin's opinion. Perhaps it will give you a deeper understanding!"

When the officials and officers fell into repetitive complaints, Hamilton interrupted their speeches in time and drew everyone's attention to someone who had been watching with a smile.

Lin Qiming gently raised his glass, signaled to everyone, stood up, and paced slowly around the long table.

He repeated what he said to Hamilton at Lake Enid in an unquestionable tone, and in the ears of everyone, with a sonorous and powerful voice, he portrayed the predicament that the United States would fall into in the future, as well as the true spirit and thoughts of the United States, including the terrible ending of the gradual demise of the majority of the people in the country of United States.

"Oh God, I can't believe it, what a horrible future that is!"

"People are born with only two genders, either male or female. 97 genders are too ridiculous. However, if we allow those idiots who promote abolitionism to become more powerful, it is foreseeable that they will do even more stupid things!"

"Mr. Lin has a long-term vision. While we are still struggling with the number of seats for members of the two houses and the tendency of the legal provisions, he has already seen the future a hundred years later."

"Hamilton, you have met a wise friend. His judgment of the future and his sharp words have awakened us who are complacent about the victory of the Fugitive Slave Act."

Hearing his friends' exclamations, Hamilton's eyes narrowed slightly.

The effect he wanted has been achieved, so it's time to do something really big.

"Well, gentlemen, it’s not too late to flatter later. Now I propose to form a united front against abolitionism. Those who join the united front must support our common resolution unreservedly, safeguard our common rights and interests and program of action, even if it requires you to contribute all your wealth, or even your life!"

"If you have any hesitation, please leave. I, Hamilton, still regard him as a friend, but I cannot regard him as a like-minded ally!"

The air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze. The officials and officers pulled their collars, and big drops of sweat oozed from their foreheads. The two thoughts of leaving or not colliding in their minds. If you leave, you will be isolated from the united front in the future. If a war really breaks out in the future, when the abolitionists rush into your estate, no one will sympathize with your situation.

If you don't leave, it means paying real money and risking your life to stand at the forefront of the struggle. The advantage is that everyone will watch over each other and help each other, and will not fight alone in the future.

"Damn it, I did it, count me in, I’m tired of their noise!"

"Yes, I join in, it is better to fight prepared than unprepared"

"Well said, it is better to spend money on preparations for war than to become the spoils of the enemy. Hamilton, my friend, just tell me what we should do!"

Lin Qiming and Hamilton looked at each other, and they laughed at the same time.

The first shot of the battle with the future has been fired, and their common enemy is still unaware of it and has fallen far behind in strategic preparations.

When the war really comes to the bloody battle, the anti-abolitionist united front that has accumulated strength for 10 years will surely crush the abolitionist supporters who still fantasize about winning through political struggle.

"Friends, comrades, I see your determination"

"I am very pleased about this. Because of you, America will never move towards that magical and terrifying future. We will re-inject the pure America spirit and thoughts into this country and hang on the gallows all the weirdos that violate normal human thinking!"

"My request to you, Hamilton, is to climb to the top of your system as much as possible in the next 10 years, to gain more political and military power, and to keep this meeting absolutely confidential!"

He waved to the butler, who went to the study and took out a thick stack of papers, and placed them in front of everyone one by one.

"This is the Constitution of the United States of America that I drafted. Everyone, take a good look at it. If there are any parts that you think need to be revised, we can fully discuss them and then vote by raising our hands!"

Lin Qiming crossed his hands on the table and did not look through the top-secret document.

Every clause on it was determined by him and Hamilton after many arguments and struggles. It fully guaranteed the interests of the southern slave owners and the interests of him who was forcibly inserted into the internal affairs of the United States.

For example, one of the clauses states that anyone who has normal human intelligence and physical signs, and has the nationality of the United States or has obtained permanent residency, shall naturally have the right to vote and the right to be elected. As long as they do not have anti-human, anti-social, and anti-human thoughts, they shall not be deprived of these two rights regardless of race, skin color, or gender. This clause shall be permanently retained and will never be amended.

In this constitution, black slaves from primitive tribes in the Philippines and scum who arbitrarily concoct various politically correct theories and trends do not meet the definition of normal human intelligence and physical signs in the clause, and therefore have no right to vote and the right to be elected.

Soon everyone finished reading the document in their hands and signed their names on it without hesitation as co-drafters and witnesses of the Constitution of the Confederate States of America.

"Very good method���, the people of Meilijian will be blessed in the future. They will be free from the psychedelic rule of brain-dead politicians, and the country will always be on the right path."

"It is a great political concept that makes people marvel. The peaceful rise without seeking hegemony is very cool. But there will always be casualties in war, right?"

"That's right, it's so good to make money by doing business in a friendly way. Unless they don't want friendly trade, but instead respond to our friendliness with hostility, then we must teach them what the light of human civilization is!"

A grand dinner ended with everyone's excited anticipation. After sending off the officials and officers, the two who led the signing of the Constitution of the United States of America sat opposite each other in the study.

Hamilton was a little reluctant to leave, and sincerely tried to keep them again.

"Lin, your wisdom amazes me. I really want you to stay by my side to help me!"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of expectation.

Lin Qiming shook his head and said meaningfully.

"Hamilton, my friend, my stay is of little use"

"I have taught you how to manage the power of the southern states and how to attract more people to join. So I should return to my own territory to accumulate stronger power for the future."

"Before I leave, I have a piece of advice: a friend of a friend may not be a friend, and an enemy of an enemy may not be a friend. However, an enemy of a friend may not be an enemy, and an enemy of an enemy may not be an enemy."

After leaving a tongue-twister-like instruction, in Hamilton's somewhat confused eyes, he elegantly performed a medieval aristocratic etiquette and walked out of the European-style castle.

"It's time to go home, James, let's go!"

Lin Qiming and James Howlett rode out of Hamilton Manor on horseback, and after meeting up with the escort, they rode as fast as they could to Memphis, where they would change to a passenger ship, go upstream along the waterway they had come to the town of Loma, and then ride back to Edmonton on horseback.

After a day of bumpy rides on horseback, the group arrived in Memphis before sunset, but unfortunately the next passenger ship would not stop here until tomorrow afternoon.

"Brother Lin, something is wrong. The last time we came here, the streets were not so deserted!"

James Howlett swept his eyes across the empty streets, kicked the horse's belly to close the distance, and reminded in a low voice.

Lin Qiming nodded slightly, and got off the horse calmly.

He led the horse to a pub that was closing, stopped the bartender who was about to lock the door, and stuffed a penny into the bartender's impatient look.

"What’s going on in Memphis lately?"

"I see that all your shops are closed early, and there are few pedestrians on the street. If you can tell me, you can get more tips."

The bartender took the coin and smiled, looking around and whispered mysteriously.

"My dear guest, you may not know that the dead were resurrected in the western suburbs the night before yesterday. Many poor people living there were attacked and dozens of people died!"

"I���It is said that a dark witch did it. She was collecting materials for holding evil rituals, but the church prohibited people from discussing it. Priests and police officers are looking for the murderer everywhere, but there is no clue so far."

James Howlett looked at him doubtfully, suspecting that this guy was just a hearsay.

"How did you get the news? Didn't you say that the church forbids discussion?"

The bartender stretched out his rough fingers and rubbed them together.

He was obviously thinking about the tip and would not ask for money until he got it.

Lin Qiming shook his head and laughed, took out a few coins from his pocket and slapped them in his hand.

The bartender carefully checked the coins, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, showed a smug expression, and said in a low voice

"My cousin is a police officer in the police station. He was visiting everywhere with the church people yesterday. Someone reported the case early this morning, saying that dozens of poor people died in the western suburbs. This news has not spread yet. I only know it from my cousin!"

After he finished speaking, he locked the door of the pub and left whistling happily.

Lin Qiming frowned slightly. Dark witches are rare in the Marvel world.