Iron Powder and Spellcaster

If it was difficult for Servetus to understand why the "Baron" always brought the "Madame" with him before, then when he saw Anna with her hair tied up, wearing short coat, breeches and boots, he at least realized the Baron's The unusual behavior was not some kind of posturing.

In fact, as departure approached, Anna was busier than Winters.

Although Carlo Ed generously lent all his reliable men to Winters, it was still not enough for a huge caravan that was hastily put together.

There are always bills that need to be settled, there are always documents waiting to be filed, there are always trucks that have not been inspected... In the "caravan" where most of the core staff only know how to ride horses, dance swords and fire guns, clerical, auditing, logistics, etc. Almost all important functions are performed by Anna alone.

While Charles went to invite Anna, Ms. Navarre was still confirming the supply purchase list for the next camp with the employees of the trading company at the front station.

Entering the tent, Anna curtsied awkwardly because she suddenly didn't know where to put her hands. According to traditional etiquette, she should put her hands on her skirt - of course, according to traditional etiquette, wearing trousers is itself an extremely inappropriate behavior for a well-bred lady.

Winters walked to Anna with a cane, raised Anna's hand calmly, and turned to Servetus: "Your Excellency, Congressman, you can speak now."

Servetus was always straightforward and did not waste time on diplomatic rhetoric. He nodded gently,

He said with a hint of guilt: "Unfortunately, both of you, the vote of all forge masters is...no. Most forge masters do not want to change the precious virtues and way of life that this land has inherited since ancient times. But we are grateful for your Help and you will always be Steelborg’s friend.”

"Yeah." Winters nodded.

John Servetus keenly observed the subtle changes in the expressions of the young couple in front of him - the Baron's mood hardly fluctuated, and even seemed cold, with a trace of contempt inadvertently showing in his eyes; the Baroness, who was not much older than his granddaughter, although her expression A little disappointed, but not surprised.

"You already know the result?" Servetus couldn't help but frown, because even he didn't know what answer he would get until the count was over.

There were arguments for and against, and most forge owners were undecided. It happened in a hurry, and no one was counting the votes outside the venue. Servetus seemed to have been taken into a foggy valley by a wildly running carriage, which gave Mr. Congressman, who was used to mastering every detail, a rare sense of crisis and fear.

"Of course not, Mr. Congressman." There was a touch of touch in Anna's palm. It was obviously Winters drawing circles on her palm to celebrate the victory. She politely replied: "You told us the result."

Servetus asked, "But you don't seem surprised."

Winters glanced at the rack where the clothes were hung: "If a profit is divided among ten people, half of the ten people are not satisfied, let alone four hundred people?"

Anna reluctantly walked to the clothes rack, smiled slightly and took out the cashmere burqa for Winters.

Servetus still refused to give up: "What do you want to say? There are too many four hundred people to choose the answer that is most beneficial to you?"

"No, on the contrary, they chose the answer that is most beneficial to them." Winters said sincerely while getting dressed: "If all registered blacksmiths vote, I think there will be another result."

Servetus was speechless.

Under Anna's service, Winters put on his last coat, girded his belt, and hung up his silver-sheathed sword.

He stretched out his arm to the tired congressman: "See you later, Lord Servetus."

The two shook hands, and Winters raised the curtain, crossed the thick skin that blocked the cold wind and noise, and stepped into a muddy, cold, noisy but vibrant world:

Forests, snow lines, rolling mountains, and river valleys are full of tents being dismantled, neighing draft animals, carriages covered with raincloths, expressionless men, hurriedly running teenagers, and family members coming to say goodbye... …

When Winters first saw the Steel Castle, he was a traveler in the rain and had only gold bars worth 140,000 ducats;

When he takes one last look at the steel castle, he will take away one hundred and seventy-three carts of firearms, swords, armor, iron materials, books, tools and instruments... as well as unspent gold bars and silver coins.

The actual number of carriages controlled by his "caravan" was more than one hundred and seventy-three.

Because the One Hundred and Seventy-Three was just a freight carriage, Winters left the steel castle with sixty-four baggage vehicles, the personnel who barely kept the team running, and all the draft horses and mules that Solingen could buy.

If so many carriages were crowded to set out on the same day, then the last carriage would not be able to leave the steel castle even after dark, so the leading convoy had set off three days ago.

Winters' guardsmen were also assigned to various positions in the convoy, assuming the duties of junior officers. The military tradition of the Monta people makes them naturally organized and know how to abide by discipline and obey orders, which saves Winters a lot of energy.

"Mr. Neufeld." Winters walked straight to a carriage on the side of the road and asked the white-haired old man holding the reins: "Are they ready?"

"I have tried my best to repair them, sir." The white-haired old man took off his hat, swallowed his saliva, and promised like a vow: "They won't have any problems."

The white-haired old man's carriage contained no goods, only two equally uneasy brown-haired young men and a variety of tools. It was like a mobile carriage shop.

…

There were no registered Steel Castle blacksmiths in Winters' "caravan"—he did not exploit loopholes or play word games in this matter—but there were several people who lost everything in the fire and owed money to others. Debts include craftsmen in other trades, such as the white-haired old man Neufeld and his two apprentices.

Faced with an advance payment that was enough to pay off debts and buy another workshop, the old man Neufeld signed a "five-year service" contract without hesitation. The same goes for other craftsmen. As long as Winters is willing to go to new land, Winters will accept anyone who comes.

Of course, what he wanted most was always the blacksmith. But it was not that he had never tried to bribe the registered blacksmith, but he never got a positive answer.

Perhaps everyone has a price, but through hundreds of years of institutional accumulation, the Steel Castle Blacksmith Guild has raised the price of a blacksmith to a level that other buyers cannot afford.

Bloodline, family, status, guarantor, apprenticeship, sense of honor, bounty system, internal relief system... there are too many things that bind Steel Castle blacksmiths, making purchasing them an extremely uneconomical business practice.

After discovering this, Winters re-examined his plan and turned his attention to the group outside the guild system and below the level of employed blacksmiths-laborers.

Workers who had worked in blacksmith workshops for many years and had special skills became his recruitment targets.

Although there are still very few applicants.

…

The camp was divided into two circles, the inner and outer circles, with baggage carriages inside and freight carriages outside, with guards in the middle.

Ernst Fuller, who was waiting in the outer circle, saw the Baron from a distance and immediately wanted to go to the latter. The guard refused to let him go, and Fuller was so anxious that he could only shout loudly: "My lord! My lord! Ouch! I know you! Let me go!"

Ciel waved his hand, and the guard let him go.

Fuller trotted all the way to the Baron, finally catching his breath. He was about to say some beautiful farewell words, but suddenly he remembered the ups and downs of these days. He had mixed feelings and his eyes suddenly became moist: "I...you..."

Winters looked at Fuller and felt a little emotional, so he smiled and extended his hand.

Fuller didn't say anything, just held it with both hands.

He was in a good mood again and wanted to speak but was interrupted. He only heard the baron say gently: "Mr. Fuller, do you remember our last conversation at the Lakeside Hotel?"

Fuller nodded frantically.

"In that conversation, you talked about how your father and grandfather accumulated two forges, and how you failed them. You blamed yourself, blamed yourself, and regretted that you should not have borrowed money to do business."

Fuller's cheeks grew red.

"You may have forgotten what you said that day, but I remember it all. Because I think you are right. The business method of accumulating wealth from generation to generation and slowly expanding is too slow! It takes more than ten years or even decades to save How can you come up with a family business in time? Your 'loan business' is a genius strategy! It allows people who start from scratch to overcome the long road to the starting stage. What a courageous offensive is this? It's just..." Winters For the first time, he confided his true thoughts to the people of Steel Castle: "It's just that I don't think it is suitable for a place like Steel Castle."

With tears in his eyes, Fuller didn't hear clearly what the baron was saying at first. By the time he heard the other person's words through his ears, the young baron had already left.

After the final inspection of the camp, Winters took Changfeng's reins from Ciel, nodded, and mounted the horse in the stirrups.

Charles pulled Changfeng's bridle, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and let out a roar that pierced the clouds and cracked rocks: "Quiet! Your Excellency, the tribune, has something to say!"

The camp suddenly became solemn, and people scattered throughout the camp quickly gathered in the central open space.

The men and women raised by the mountains stood silently. When they looked at the young officer riding the white horse, Winters also looked at the Monta people in front of him.

Taking families as a unit, there were at least a thousand people standing in the open space in twos and threes.

However, fewer than 500 of them were actually going to leave Solingen with the convoy, and the rest were women and children who came to see them off.

Of the less than five hundred convoy members, half only went to the border city of Lucerne—they were mainly coachmen, and the remaining half were the actual laborers who were going to the new land.

Among the workers who went to the newly cultivated land, the vast majority were adult men who had received resettlement allowances. There were very few Monta people who actually planned to "migrate" with their families.

More than 200 laborers and a few professional craftsmen, totaling less than half a team, were all the people Winters could recruit. Much less than expected, but the result is no surprise.

Because for many Monta people living in the mountains, the newly cultivated land is not a real place name, but a concept that only exists in stories and legends.

This knowledge magnified the distance between the newly cultivated land and Monta, turning Tiefeng County into an unreachable land.

Therefore, the vast majority of the Munta people who were recruited were men with wives and children or younger brothers in large families. They did not regard themselves as migrants, but with the self-sacrifice determination of the conscripted soldiers in the imperial era. Winters took the blood reward-the settlement fee in his hands.

People who really have nothing are more willing to try their luck in other free states instead of going to the land where war is rumored to be raging again.

Winters rode Changfeng and slowly passed in front of the crowd, his eyes scanning the crowd.

What did he see?

Uneasy eyes, gloomy faces, farewell husbands and wives, mothers biting their lips not to shed tears...

The hard life and the tradition of blood payment made the Monta people silently endure everything in a habitual manner. They may be ready to die, but Winters isn't asking them to die.

Guiding Changfeng back to the front of the clearing, Winters scanned the crowd again and spoke slowly: "From today on, you will embark on a journey to the country of galloping horses. You signed a contract to serve me. In return, I I promise to always be honest with you. So I have to be honest with you, you are not who I originally wanted."

"What I want is a blacksmith. From the beginning to the end, my purpose is to hire a blacksmith. Some of you have worked in the workshop for more than ten years, some are apprentices who failed to become apprentices, and some are blacksmiths from other towns who are not accepted. The Steel Keep Guild admits it, but you are just laborers - or as the blacksmiths say - mule workers. You are not blacksmiths, you are just beasts in human form."

On the hillside, the dark spruce trees stood leaning on each other, listening silently to the speech of the knight on the white horse. There was no movement on the land in the river valley, and there was only a kind of numbness and coldness.

At the edge of the open space, Servetus, Fuller and other people seeing him off also frowned, wondering why the baron wanted to humiliate the workers present in this way.

Winters took in every face, and he remained silent until the vast silence fell upon the land.

"Why don't you object?" he asked.

"Why aren't you angry?" he asked.

"Why don't you talk?" he asked.

Winters stabbed his horse's ribs, Changfeng stepped forward, and the dark crowd involuntarily gave way. There was a vacuum between the horses and the ragged men.

Winters pointed his riding crop at a lean Monta man in front of him: "Why don't you speak?"

The lean Montahan pursed his lips.

"Do you think I'm right?" Winters asked.

"Do you think you're a mule?" Winters asked.

"Do you think you deserve to be humiliated?" Winters asked.

The lean Monta man stared at the knight on the white horse.

Winters gave the reins a hard tug. Changfeng roared and raised his front hooves, bringing Winters back to the crowd.

The dark crowd was still standing silently like a forest, but Winters was already furious. He suddenly swung his riding whip, and the tip of the whip made a loud crack: "Stupid! Stupid!! How stupid!!!"

"Have you not labored before a scorching furnace?"

"Haven't you ever bent a red-hot bar on a chopping block?"

"Don't you have any scars on your body caused by molten iron?"

Winters walked in front of the silent crowd and looked directly into everyone's eyes: "Why did I choose you! It's because you also know how to use a hammer and anvil! But why are they blacksmiths! Are you mule workers?"

"Let me tell you why! The Blacksmith Guild - the real master of the Steel Castle! From the beginning of the selection process of apprentices, they are deliberately selecting people who 'have to obey them'! In the process of training apprentices, they will also filter out Those who 'might disobey them'!"

"Obedience is the only consideration. Disobedient apprentices are eliminated one by one, and talents and talents become irrelevant! How many of you have been apprentices? How many of you have skills that are not inferior to those of blacksmiths? How many of them spend more time working at the forge than the owner of the forge?"

“Where was the blacksmith’s guild when the gods created iron and Adam and Eve first smelted the ore with fire?”

Thunderous shouts rang out one after another in the valley. Ernst Fuller was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he peeped at Senator Servetus' face with fear. John Servetus' face was still expressionless, but the corners of his eyes were trembling.

Winters dismounted and walked into the crowd. This time people no longer avoided him. He jumped into a carriage and men and women gathered around him.

He paused for a moment, as if to put the anger back into his chest. When he spoke again, his tone was no longer as aggressive as before, but he could still feel the magma suppressed under the ice:

"In Plato, in Veneta, in every land of the Union, people think that Steel Castle is the city of wealth, the city of glory, the city of greatness, and so do I! Like the messenger seeking wisdom from King Solomon, I When I come to Steel Castle, I hope to learn how to get rid of the shackles of guilds, and I hope to know how a city can prosper without guilds."

"But what did I see? What I saw was the guild! What I saw was the shackles! What I saw was you - the blacksmiths, laborers, and craftsmen who were persecuted and exploited by the guild!"

"Is what I said wrong?"

"Is what I said wrong?"

"Is what I said wrong?"

Winters asked three times in a row, each time more intense than the last time.

Under the guidance of the strong wind, the mountain forest gradually emits a long echo. The silent Monta men and women began to echo with low murmurs of agreement.

Winters looked around and met the hot, bright, and angry eyes without fear: "Now, I can tell you in the firmest voice that there is nothing great about Steel Castle! He used to be a guild, and now he is a guild." Yes, it will still be a guild in the future.

His profits still come from monopoly! Rather than competition!

His instinct is still to rest on his laurels! Instead of forging ahead!

His soul is still limited production! Instead of encouraging production!

Just as the rivers must merge into the sea! The steel castle will be buried by the wind and sand! Overturned by the tide! Abandoned by the times! "

Fuller almost suffocated and fainted, and other people who came to see him off also looked at each other, except John Servetus who suddenly exhaled a long breath.

At the same time, in the center of the crowd.

Winters punched the car board and concluded his declaration: "Follow me to the new land! There, all you lose are your shackles, and I will give you a new world!"

After that, he jumped off the carriage, without looking at the other people present, strode out of the crowd, turned over and stepped onto Changfeng, and finally looked back in the direction of the steel castle.

"Set off!"

…

…

Half a month later.

The border city of Monta, Lucerne, is only separated from Plato by a river.

"This list of yours..." Lieutenant Colonel Elek frowned and checked the scroll in his hand. His left hand unconsciously pulled the beard of his chin and asked in a strange tone: "Is it true?"

In the tent, on the other side of the small table, Winters shaved slowly: "Of course it's true."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek, as the officer with the best personal relationship with Tiefeng County within the county government - of course, only in the eyes of other officers - was undoubtedly assigned to negotiate with Winters.

The brokerage business of a certain well-known gentleman is almost a success, because the military government is also in urgent need of replenishing ordnance, and this batch of supplies sent by Monta can be said to be a timely help.

"What I mean is." Lieutenant Colonel Elek thought for a while, fearing that he could not explain clearly, so he simply made it clear: "The more you write in the list, the more I will take away. Don't think Falsifying can increase your bargaining power. Similarly, underreporting is useless. I suggest you tell the truth and get as much as you need."

"How much do you plan to take?" Winters paused.

Lieutenant Colonel Elek raised four fingers and then lowered three.

Winters continued shaving: "A quarter? Just follow this list."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek sneered.

Winters shaved his beard angrily: "No wonder some people say that no matter how good the military government is, it is also the worst government."

"Be content." Lieutenant Colonel Elek sneered at the barking of the defeated dog: "At the ministers' meeting, many people thought that none of them should be given to you. You are members of the New Reclamation Corps and you are rebels. I will give you a share. A share is equal to befriending the enemy twice."

Winters' tone was relaxed, but the threat was not diminished at all: "Then I will sink all the armor and muskets into the river."

"Please." Lieutenant Colonel Elek poured himself some wine and put his boots on his knees: "The ship is in our hands anyway."

Both sides will benefit from peace, and both sides will lose from fighting. After some haggling, the share taken by the military government was settled at three-fifths.

Winters reluctantly signed the delivery document: "I also have to warn you that the Monta people will turn a blind eye only if you are willing to provide food."

"No problem." Lieutenant Colonel Elek had already prepared: "One ship of ordnance will be sent to the south bank, and three shiploads of food will be sent to the north bank."

The lieutenant colonel said with regret: "It's a pity that the Monta people are still on guard against us. If we were allowed to build a pontoon bridge, we wouldn't have to go to such trouble."

This time it was Winters' turn to sneer.

"Don't be too stingy. General Arpad will not let you suffer." Lieutenant Colonel Elek rolled up the documents and put them in a copper tube: "We are not robbing you, but buying. All military supplies are counted. After the valuation, we will pay you according to the price.”

"Yes." Winters put down the razor and hummed: "Use military votes."

"Three-quarters of military coupons, one-quarter of silver." Lieutenant Colonel Elek joked: "I'll give you gold, do you dare to ask for it?"

"Forget it, I don't need you to pay. Your military tickets are just useless paper in my hands." Winters requested seriously: "I don't want any silver coins either. I only ask for one thing. As long as you agree, the total number is five." Three-thirds of the weapons will be given to you as free."

"Say." Lieutenant Colonel Elek raised his eyebrows.

"I have been wading through mountains and rivers all the way in Monta, and my draft horse has lost a lot of fat. Your government has to give us a new batch." Winters continued: "Also, find us some boats to take us to Mirror Lake - The land route is too slow, so it’s better to take a boat.”

Lieutenant Colonel Elek narrowed his eyes: "When you first sent me the letter, did you hide your intention to return to Tiefeng County by boat?"

"According to local conditions, waterways should not be used if they are available."

"But you have to know that Jinghu County is now in the hands of the New Reclamation Army, and there are also troops stationed by the puppet government of Zhuwangbao." Lieutenant Colonel Elek reminded kindly: "Our ship cannot enter the mouth of the Dajiao River. I can send you directly back to Tiefeng County."

"I knew something about the situation in Jinghu County when we set off." Winters wiped his razor: "As long as I can send my people to Jinghu."

Seeing that Winters was confident, Lieutenant Colonel Elek didn't say anything. He thought for a moment and said, "I can't make a decision on this matter. I will give you an answer within two days."

While packing up the knives, Winters said casually: "I still have some scrap metal, and I want to transport it back to Tiefeng County. Can you stop charging taxes?"

Lieutenant Colonel Elek became vigilant: "It's not just scrap metal, right?"

"Of course, you still know me." Winters laughed: "Actually, these are some overused and burned swords that can no longer be used, but the iron material is still good. I plan to take it back to Tiefeng County and make it into farm tools. .”

"It depends on the situation." Lieutenant Colonel Elek's words were very cautious, but Winters' attitude still somewhat paralyzed him. He thought for a while: "I will tell the tax collector truthfully. As for how much blood you have to shed, that is a matter between you and the tax collector."

Winters nodded a little disappointedly, and then chased Lieutenant Colonel Elek to ask about some news inside and outside the alliance. The two chatted for a while, and then Lieutenant Colonel Elek went back to the south bank.

"By the way." Before leaving, Lieutenant Colonel Elek remembered something and took out two gold bars from his carrier and placed them on the table: "You asked me to help you sort them out. Here, this is what's left of the flowers."

Winters did not say anything like "I give it to you", but solemnly put away the two gold bars, stood up and saluted Lieutenant Colonel Elek.

Lieutenant Colonel Elek snorted and left with satisfaction.

…

The next day.

A secret delivery officially began under the eyes of the Lucerne garrison. Ships carrying food and ordnance were constantly coming and going on the boundary river.

At first glance, it seems that the embargo has restored the sleepy border crossing to its former glory.

"Mr. Fuller." Winters stood on the pier, holding a cane in his left hand and putting his right hand on the shoulder of a fat man. He asked dumbfoundedly: "The money you make from me should be enough to repay your debts." Right? Could it be that after I said those few words to you, you engaged in speculation again and lost two forges? "

The dusty Ernst Fuller grinned: "Actually, I was the one who sold him."

"Isn't that your father's, your grandfather's forge?"

“So the price is great!”

Winters couldn't understand Fuller: "You fought tooth and nail to keep your father and your grandfather's forge just to sell it?"

"Actually, I still want to engage in speculation business." Fuller said a little embarrassed.

"What's the speculation?" Winters took back his hand on Fuller's shoulder.

"Opportunistically taking advantage of you."

"oh?"

"After listening to your words that day, I couldn't sleep all night when I got home." Fuller's eyes lit up: "The more I think about it, the more I think you are right. Steel Castle is no longer a place where you can get rich through hard work. No matter how hard I work, it's just a splash, and if I don't do it, I might get swallowed by a big fish, so... I want to make a fortune in a 'new world', and maybe I can also earn a big business!"

Fuller secretly patted his bulging belly: "Except for the money left to my mother and my sister's dowry, I hid all the money left from selling the forge here - oh, I also spent a little on the road."

Winters laughed loudly and put his arm around Fuller's shoulders again: "What about your guild oath? Will Steel Castle let you reveal the 'secret between the furnace and the anvil' just because you are the master of the forge?"

"Don't worry! There won't be any problems!" Fuller patted his chest and said proudly, "Because I don't know anything!"

Winters laughed louder.

When the next grain ship docked, Lieutenant Colonel Elek stepped off the ship.

The lieutenant colonel went straight to Winters. After a brief greeting, he said straight to the point: "General Arpad has agreed to your request. After the handover of all military assets is completed, he will escort you to the boundary river. There will be a boat to take you there." Go to Mirror Lake. But I need to make it clear to you in advance that our fleet will not risk entering the mouth of the Bighorn River."

"No problem." Winters nodded happily.

"I also brought you a copy of this." The lieutenant colonel took out a thin booklet from his carrier.

"The newspaper?" Winters' eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to take it and read it: "They say it is issued every three months, but I have never seen this thing since I arrived in Plato."

"It's irregular now." Lieutenant Colonel Elek said with a hint of melancholy: "Nowadays, everything is in such a mess that no one has the time to write a newspaper."

Winters also sighed and closed the newspaper: "Speaking of which, it's time for the All-League Congress to be held, right? Will General Arpad attend the meeting?"

"With the current situation, how could General Arpad go in person?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek sneered: "The same goes for the puppet government. Grove Magnus's poisonous snake is coiled in its nest, and he just sent a few represent."

Winters found a box and sat down, rubbing his sore left leg and reading the newspaper. He said with some sadness: "This All-Union Conference may be our last chance. The matter of Plato... Let Plato resolve it. The United Provinces and Veneta need to open their eyes and take a look. The other side of the mountain.”

Lieutenant Colonel Elek held his knees and sat next to Winters, looking at the quietly flowing river without speaking.

On the dock, the porters, who had not started work for a long time, were busy loading supplies needed for the war onto the cargo ships that were about to sail to the country of galloping horses.

Just as a Veneta officer and a Plato officer watched all this silently, worrying about the fate of the alliance.

They could not see that, east of their position, all the way to the sea, another Confederate officer was addressing his men.

"...My parents were farmers. They were pious and honest people. But what did they get? Tax collectors exploited them, citizens despised them, landlords exploited them, and a stupid and corrupt government allowed all this to happen!"

A tall young officer with a resolute temperament walked among the ranks of heavily armed soldiers and made an impassioned speech:

"You all come from peasant families, and you should know the situation of peasants better than me! In the war of sovereignty, peasants shed the most blood and died the most, but what did the peasants get? Nothing! The fat urban rich We got everything! We defeated the emperor and put in a new government, but the farmers still have to pay so many taxes! They have to do so many servitudes!"

There is no need to repeat these words, because the soldiers have heard them many times in the barracks, in the church, and on the playground. They feel it more than the officers.

The young officer walked out of the queue, mounted his horse, and drew his sword: "This persecution that has lasted for thirty years must end today!"

"Target, Guidu City State Building! Move forward!"

After that, the young officer took the lead. The out-of-control war machine spit out brimstone and fire, bared its sharp fangs, and roared out of the station.

[Recommend a book, "The Chronicles of Roxailand". This novel is not someone who came to me to recommend it, but it is indeed written very tastefully, and the world is gradually outlined one stroke at a time. I'm not good at writing book reviews, so I just recommend it! ]

[Yesterday I originally agreed to update a chapter on Valentine’s Day as a glorious “certificate of singlehood”. As a result, my brain was foggy in the middle of the night, and I wrote slower and slower. As I wrote, it was dawn...]

[but! This chapter is a glorious chapter! ]

[It should also be regarded as a certificate of singleness...right? ]

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