The sin of wearing a crown

20p for lunch.

When Linn took a bite of the juicy cutlet and dipped the pancake slices in grease and put it in his mouth, he finally achieved his previous goal through his own efforts, and tears of happiness almost oozed out.

The body is the capital of revolution.

No matter what you do, it is useless if you are not in good health. If you want to be in good health, it is natural to eat well. After Lin En figured it out, he temporarily put all the troubles in Xiacheng District behind. He is just an ordinary person and not a librarian, so he should care first. Take care of yourself and the people around you.

During lunch time, the clerk's office was suddenly filled with a strong aroma of food, and this smell often lasted until evening.

Everyone gathered in twos and threes, enjoying lunch and chatting about interesting things outside of work. For example, whether the Poor Relief Act is effective recently, whether the Grain Import Act should be repealed, and the marchers and the military police have clashed again. In short, outside the peaceful environment inside [Lamp Holder], everyone can smell the faint light in the air. The smell of gunpowder.

Clark took Linn to the small balcony of the Secretariat to have dinner together.

While the two were enjoying lunch, they unknowingly talked about paperwork again.

Lynn was curious about how much clerical work she would have to learn.

"When you learn how to accurately recall the information of all members of an organization at a glance without using the archives, or when you master the laws of economics and can support the overall operation of the bureau's steam factory by yourself, I think I will have nothing I can teach you something.”

Clark said as he slowly bit into a sandwich.

You are almost as emotional as a human computer.

Lin En could not help but feel a little admiration for Mr. Clark after he gained a more intuitive understanding of Mr. Clark's status in the clerical office through his words and by occupying the tables and chairs on the balcony.

He was able to perform so dazzlingly by relying on his wisdom and super-memory symptoms from the lower reaches of history, while people like Bill and Clark were born in this era and achieved such achievements entirely through their own efforts. Excellence requires respect.

It's not that Lin En feels inferior to him for no reason, but that he feels that his efforts are far from enough. Now that he has such a huge advantage, he naturally has to work harder to break through in order to be worthy of his talent and wisdom.

"Mr. Clark, what do you think of the recent situation?"

Linn happened to hear the high-pitched talk floating out of the room, and the argument between the two gentlemen fell on Linn's ears. He took the opportunity to ask Clark.

"What's the situation? I think the war should be over soon." Clark didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Why do you think so?"

Lin En was a little surprised. Although the current social atmosphere is to expect peace to be the mainstream, the military and the capitalists who have invested resources do not want this war to end in peace.

The whole continent was in a stalemate with bloodletting. It is said that on the Winter Spirit Festival the year before last, many soldiers put down their weapons and took the initiative to walk out of the trenches to hold a sports meeting. But no matter what, this stalemate is likely to turn into a protracted and bad war. This is the prediction of many politicians.

Clark's determination seemed to be in a different direction from Lynn's firm belief that he could directly see through the essence of the war.

"Let me ask you, why did the Cabinet recently decide to repeal the Corn Importation Act and decide to enact a new Poor Relief Act?"

Talking about politics is a gentleman's pleasure and a display of knowledge.

Since it can educate and entertain, Mr. Clark is also happy to stimulate Linn's thinking.

'Why? ’

Linn thought about it subconsciously. To be honest, he himself was very slow about various bills. The reason for this was naturally that he felt that the laws were similar to wipes. A politician's promise is like a bitch's oath,

"The Grain Import Bill involves local grain cultivation. In order to maintain the front line, we need a large number of people to enter the military factories. The new Poor Relief Bill is to offset the impact of the readjustment of the industrial structure during this period." Lynn quickly gave an explanation. My own answer, the chatter on the forum before time travel was not in vain.

"That's a great answer. Those apes from the Livia Economics Department should really listen to your answer instead of stupidly studying whether eggs in civilian bowls will affect the overall economy."

Clark's witty tone was uniquely mean. He looked down on some university professors who were in vain from the bottom of his heart. His studies ruined his brain, and the topics were completely divorced from reality and seemed ridiculous.

"Actually, you missed a little bit."

"Please help me clarify my doubts." Lin En really didn't know where she missed something.

"Do you know how many young people went to the battlefield inspired by White Feathers in this war, and how many were killed?"

White feathers were gifts used by noble ladies in the early days of the Albion Kingdom War to humiliate men who did not go to war. The social atmosphere at that time was that giving white feathers was the highest level of humiliation. Many men who did not enlist in the army due to physical reasons were He was so humiliated that he even committed suicide to wash away the humiliation.

Linn was thoughtful when he heard this, and Clark looked at him and smiled slightly without continuing.

Because this is too simple and too real and cruel.

Lin En, who soon came to a realization, couldn't help but sigh and shook his head. Sure enough, the most worthless thing was human life. He was able to sit here and enjoy a rich lunch in peace now, largely because of his good luck. Just thinking about the consequences of some bad luck, Linn felt that he could not feel a trace of warmth from the surroundings.

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The [Mainland Medical Association] investigation will not be completed for a while.

As the proposer, Linn naturally had no reason to join in. He just followed Mr. Clark to continue familiarizing himself with the paperwork. After fully understanding that Lin En had mastered [Mulan], Mr. Clark decided to arrange some tutorials for [Lanhu] and [Vange] based on Lin's practice and experience.

[Lanhu Language] is an ancient language from the Far South Continent, while [Van'e Language] is an astral language.

Generally, it is enough to use [Mulan Language] in the external world, but if you want to further your studies, these two languages ​​are obviously indispensable. Many secret scriptures cannot be translated simply by relying on [Mulan Language].

It was considered an additional question. Clark asked Linn to look at it first when he had time.

Faced with Mr. Clark's arrangement, Mr. Linn, of course, had no choice but to accept it all. It was not that Clark wanted to torture Linn, but that he was really tailoring courses for Linn.

Maybe he was also very satisfied with Lin En.

Knowing that the little gentleman would leave the clerk's office sooner or later and become an extraordinary person, he wanted to teach Linn everything he knew and mastered before then, as if he were a teacher. When he communicates with Lin En, he often looks at Lin En, as if looking at someone through him.

Although she knew that Mr. Clark was taking care of herself, Linn couldn't help but feel a little depressed emotionally.

Looking at the helpless but happy young man's delicate face, Sophia put on a faint smile and stretched out her hand to help Lin tidy up the somewhat disheveled platinum blond hair.

"Sophia, are you listening?" Lin En raised his head, brushed his lips against his childhood sweetheart's palm, and asked indifferently.