The boat approached the trestle, and the man who had been waiting there recognized Lance Lotte standing at the bow of the boat at a glance, and nodded to his companion beside him, and the men who looked like dock stevedores moved quickly.

"Good day, Your Excellency. ”

When the group came ashore, the man who seemed to be the leader nodded at Lance Roder and whispered hello, and Lance Lady nodded in return.

"I've kept you waiting, Mr. Cornis Waldo. ”

Walsingham's right-hand hand, Waldo, a yellow-haired, ordinary-looking man, would be swallowed up by the crowd as soon as he was thrown into the street, which matched his profession that required a low profile. A pair of gray-blue eyes surveyed the visitors behind Lance Lotte before finally fixing on Roland.

(It's a lot like Stacy's guys.) ）

Being watched by an unceremonious gaze, Roland smiled helplessly in his heart.

There are many similarities between the spies, and despite the different training methods and technical levels, the most fundamental part is not much different. For example, trying not to be in the limelight, there is no lower limit to doing things, and everyone who is engaged in anti-spy work is also one of them.

It is impossible for Waldo not know where their line of work came from, and they would put on such a vigilant posture, not only because they were worried about whether Roland would have a positive effect on finding a solution to the incident, but also because they were also wary of whether they would bring Albiang's political and military intelligence back to Charlemagne.

In particular, the naval shipyards, the armament of warships, and the course of the Thames -- the value of this information is incalculable. Even if it has been specifically instructed to take secrecy measures, such as prohibiting Roland and others from going on deck when passing through important areas. They were all accommodated in cabins on Charlemagne's side, but there was still no 100% guarantee of complete isolation. It is somewhat reasonable to look at yourself with unfriendly eyes.

But, to be honest, he didn't do it.

The information he received from Tristan was not very detailed, but Roland knew from experience and intuition that Stacy knew at least six to seven percent of Albion's details.

V.E and Albion have been dealing with each other for more than a decade, and for more than a decade, Stasi has not been idle, with a lot of gold to open the way, plus a good grasp of logistics. Naturally, the grasp of relevant information will not be bad. In addition, the investment of various technical equipment. A mastery index of six to seven percent is not particularly exaggerated.

Unfortunately, Waldo didn't know any of this, and Roland wouldn't tell him about it—his complicated feelings for elves aside, and he didn't want to be called to the torture room next door to his bedroom for "tea" by Walsingham. Explore how much pain the latest torture can cause. How long can humans persist in this pain.

Undoubtedly. Walsingham would have done that. Excellent people are also important ministers of the country, and they also have a strong patriotic heart for the country. Such people are generally very ruthless, and can kick morality away for the sake of the national good - just like Li Lin and Richelieu.

Roland admits that there are times when politicians and spies cannot be restrained by ordinary people's values based on form, position, and responsibility, but he has always found it difficult to accept too blatant undisciplined behavior, especially when he finds that it is also mixed with prejudice and discrimination.

"Charlemagne's Frog ......"

The stevedore, Walsingham's agent, muttered under his belt. The voice is so soft that the speaker may not even notice that he has slipped his mouth. But Roland heard it, and caught a glimpse of the man's eyes that closely resembled Waldo's.

This is the reality, the hostility that has accumulated over hundreds of years cannot be eliminated lightly, and even if we have to work together now, it will only be temporary. Imprisoned by the past, torn apart by reality, drifting with the tide of immutability - this is what humanity is, and the reality that humanity faces.

Li Lin's smiling face seemed to float in front of him for a moment, and with a soft sigh, Roland followed Lance Lordie's greeting and took a step towards the streets of Lundinium.

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Walking on the streets of Lundinum, I deeply felt the changes brought to Lüdes by technological progress and economic development after the Industrial Revolution.

Since he was born, he has been to many other cities, including Emir, but he has never set foot outside of the arranged route without an escort, let alone a civilian neighborhood that would make people around him put on a terrifying face when he tried to get closer.

The teachers and ministers around her told her that the lowly commoners lived in a hotbed of filth and sin, and that before the V.E company's municipal works destroyed the dung pits, which were full of poverty, crime, debauchery, stupidity, and pestilence, these mobs were still rioting, even though the benefits of the municipal works had already been announced, and they were really a bunch of unreasonable cattle.

Relying on the support of strong will, whips, clubs, magic wands, compensation, and relocation certificates, the municipal works were finally carried out thoroughly, and as Li Lin said, "the people are stupid and blind, and always think that they are incomparably right, but in the face of tangible interests and overwhelming advantages of violence, they will become very good at dealing with them, after all, what can they do but accept? Who cares about them?"

The renovation project of Lüdes was completed smoothly, the most brilliant pearl among the countries of mankind, the first city that never sleeps, appeared in front of the world, even the believers who have criticized the extravagant material life have to admit that Lüdes represents the highest level of civilization that can be achieved, and it is a city that can realize people's dreams.

In contrast, Lundinum is more like Rüders before the makeover.

Standing on the cobblestone pavement facing the façade of St. Paul's Cathedral, the regular pounding of metal in the blacksmith shops, and the flea market-like open-air shops selling everything from spices and timber to pet monkeys. Since there is no high-end configuration such as glass windows, all the goods are displayed in the open air, and customers can pick them up at will, play with them, and bargain with the stall owners. Faced with a large number of strange things that Lüdes rarely sees, the girl is a little dizzy.

In contrast to the vibrant commercial activity, the street pattern is cramped, with a large number of small three- and four-story buildings juxtaposed, casting shadows that give the streets a lingering gloom during the day. With a shout of "pour water!", garbage, excrement, and dirty water fell from the sky, and the roads were filled with foul-smelling hills, rats, mosquitoes, flies, and insects.

This situation made a layer of goosebumps stand up on the girl's back, because she has been in a privileged environment, she lacks a sense of "dirty and messy alleys", and the smuggling boat she takes is not a high-end environment, but at least the crew has a scrubbing shift every day, and if conditions permit, they will also burn cedar bark to fumigate clothes and cabins. In contrast, the streets of Lundinum are literally large manure pits.

Poor sanitation means that all kinds of diseases are breeding, and when a plague breaks out, the streets are filled with corpses and the prosperity of the place disappears.

But this is not her country after all, she is just an outsider, a hurried passer-by with her own purpose. Even if she cared about it, she couldn't say anything about it, not to mention that she had more urgent things to face than the responsibilities and obligations of other royal families.

Gollum......

The nearest person around her was separated from her by some distance, and the noisy background noise also covered the angry belly roar, but the girl still couldn't help blushing, holding down her abdomen that had not eaten for most of the day and protesting, and touching the empty money bag, Minerva couldn't help but let out a long sigh. (To be continued......)