"Yes, Dawn Star is also a secret society. Why don't they send people to be hostages?" Spencer shouted out as if he had a blind spot.

"What kind of trouble can a few old men and a few half-grown babies cause?"

"Then we vampires are not just old men with babies." Spencer complained.

The black shadow turned his head and looked Spencer up and down and said: "Although your vampires don't have angels to control the formation now, the committee composed of thirteen demigods and saints is still quite powerful. It can be considered as third-rate."

Spencer was about to refute, but realized that the vampire clan's ancestors were now dormant and all their princes were dead. They were really only a third-rate force in this world.

"Okay, old man, you can leave. I still want to make glasses for our vampire's future savior."

"Okay, don't make it too obvious, if he is really your savior."

Dunland Empire Les City. Martin looked at the calendar. Today is the day when the group of thoughtful young people on the flyer claim to be giving a speech at the Venus Bar.

Let's get someone into the water together. Martin thought this way and decided to go to the attic to find Jacob.

It wasn't a Sunday, and since he was a trainee, he would definitely go to a cool and ventilated place to laze around.

"Get up." Martin kicked Jacob who was lying on the floor with a book covering his face.

"Bishop Ike, I was wrong. I don't dare to be lazy here anymore."

Jacob stood up and apologized before he could see the person clearly.

"It's me, let's go. Let's go have some fun today."

Hearing this, Jacob rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he was in front of the future bishop Martin Calvin, he gave Martin a meaningful look.

"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby, Mr. Martin? You are not afraid of spreading the word and affecting the church's reputation."

"What are you thinking about? I said we should go have a drink today. Do you remember the poster we saved the two girls from falling on Monday? I want to take a look."

"But clergy are prohibited from drinking alcohol."

"Wine is an exception. Don't we have to support bread made without alkali and a glass of wine every year on the Lord's birthday?" Martin said conveniently.

"Okay, aren't you afraid that I will go to Bishop Egger to inform you?"

"Teacher Ike will be a candidate for the regional golden-robed bishop next year. You won't offend the future bishop of Les City."

Under the naked threat, Jacob had no choice but to comply.

After the two changed their clothes, they hired a carriage and went to the Venus Bar.

It is said that the bar is more like a pub, filled with workers taking a break from the night shift and homeless people who have not found odd jobs for the time being.

Two or three portly waitresses patted away the hands trying to stop the gas, refilled their glasses, and took away the coins on the table.

"You two are new here." In front of the bar, the fat and slightly bald bartender was greeting the two Martins.

"Yes, how did you recognize us?"

The bartender pointed to Martin's shirt and said, "The clothes of the regulars here are mostly cotton and linen blends, but the two of you are wearing pure cotton."

"I didn't expect you to see through it. We came here specifically to watch the Liberation Party's speech."

"Then you have to wait for a while and have something to drink. Our specialty is rum from the Northern Continent." The bartender tried his best to sell it.

"No wine?" Martin asked.

"Wine? People here can't afford to drink that stuff. After all, rum only needs sugar cane residues to ferment, but wine requires a lot of fresh grapes. Do you think we can have wine when we have a lot of labor to serve?

"

"Then let's have some rum."

Teacher Ike would not blame him for drinking once in a while. Martin could only explain his behavior in this way.

Martin and Jacob were eating and drinking at the bar. After waiting for half an hour, the door of the bar was opened.

"Make way, everyone, please give us a table."

Four or five young people walked in. The leading young man looked to be in his thirties, with a broad forehead, a curved nose, and deep and lively eyes.

There were two girls following him, the same two sisters that Martin saw a few days ago. However, the tavern was crowded with people and chatty, and in the chaotic environment, the two sisters did not notice the two of them.

The people who came in were handing out pamphlets, which looked like thin volumes.

The leading man climbed onto a table in the middle of the bar, holding an iron trumpet in his hand.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am the founder of the Liberation Party. My name is Geer. Please allow me to take up a moment of your time."

The effect of the iron trumpet was pretty good, and it drowned out the noise in the tavern. A drunken man heard this and replied.

"Who are you? Why should we listen to you when we are drinking so well?"

Geer was not angry, but replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you look like a mine worker, sir. Are you satisfied with your current salary?"

"I'm so satisfied. I worked so hard, and those black-hearted bastards only gave us 60 pfennigs a day. The mine next door collapsed last month. I was only given 5 marks for one life. You said I'm not satisfied."

"Of course I'm not satisfied, so I would like to ask those sitting here, just you, sir, what is your occupation?"''

Geer pointed to the nearest short, dark-skinned man.

"I'm a fisherman."

"Then let me ask you, is there fish in every meal?"

When the fisherman heard this, he said, "Haha, do you think people who hide in a place like this and drink can eat fish every meal?"

"Very well, next one, next to Mr. Fisherman, may I ask what your occupation is."

"I'm a baker, and I'm best at making white bread." The thin man replied.

"Then can you afford white bread?"

"Of course I can't afford it. I just need to make sure there is black bread at home, the kind without sawdust."

"Very good, this person over here. I think you are a shoemaker carrying a wooden box."

The man carrying a wooden box next to him and his hands full of calluses nodded.

"Very well, gentlemen, in our country, in the most pious place known as the God of Justice. Tell me what you see."

Under this almost shouting sound, the bar became quiet, and people put down their glasses and looked at this man.

"I don't see the so-called justice. In Dunland, the country of justice. The fishermen can't afford the fish, the cooks who knead the bread don't have enough bread. The shoemakers have holes in their own shoes. Take your life.

A miner will only get a 5-mark pension when he dies. Is this fair?"

The drinkers stopped drinking, "Then how did we become like this?" a voice came softly.

"Because some people have stolen our wealth. Those people can get high salaries by sitting in the house all day and wagging their tongues. Those people can take away the fruits of our daily labor while lying at home? And those people are still using

In the name of God, these people in front of me are given the banner of justice."

The tavern was so quiet that you could hear a coin drop to the ground.

"If you dare not say anything, your boss will be the one who steals your money, and the ones who give them protection are the church men wearing black monk uniforms."

"Don't talk nonsense, it will ruin God's punishment."

"That's right, that's right, at least one of my little brothers' dislocation was cured for free by the priest of the Anglican Church."

"What do you know? It's not enough for the church to take one tenth every month."

There was a quarrel in the tavern, and Geer smiled when he saw the current situation. As long as he sows the seeds of rift in the hearts of the people, his ideal will be realized one day.

"We need to take action to defeat the incompetent parliament and the biased church that collude with unscrupulous bosses. We don't need to be managed, and we don't need others to take away our hard-earned money. Workers should get everything.

The fruits of labor no longer need to be exploited layer by layer.”

Some people in the audience became agitated after listening to Geer's speech, and several people at the same table were also discussing in low voices. Seeing that the fire was lit, Geer decided to pour a bucket of oil.

"Gentlemen, we want to create a society where only labor can legally own food. Of course, I respect all labor, including the bartender who pours our drinks. If there is a bard, I will also be happy to share it after listening to a ditty.

My bread, but what is it that we don’t need?”

"He is someone who gets something for nothing." It was as if someone was cooperating.

"Yes, they are people who get something for nothing. Now I will represent everyone. I want to form a political party, a political party that represents the vast number of poor people. I want to march to Vianna. Go to the center of the empire and make our voice heard, so I

We need your support, even a penny will do. Please donate to our cause."

After speaking, Geer jumped down, and the two sisters took out a box and started collecting donations in front of each table.

"Well, Mr. Martin, I feel that although this person's words are inflammatory, I still feel that there is something wrong there. But I just can't figure it out."

Jacob scratched his head, although there was nothing wrong with what Mr. Geer said. Even though he was a clergyman, he agreed that the church had too much land and property.

"I also feel that there is a problem. I will give you the answer next week. I will ask others for advice in the next few days."

Jacob was a little surprised when he looked at the prospective Bishop Martin in front of him. Among all the priests, there might be some better than Mr. Martin. But in terms of problem solving and knowledge reserve, he was really not as good as this one.

"Two gentlemen, would you like to support our common cause?"

Sister Temesha came over carrying a box, and there was a clattering sound of coins inside. It seemed that many people should have invested money, although it might only have been one or two pfennig.

"I am honored to meet your founder." After Martin said this, he took out a 5-mark note and threw it in as if it were a piece of straw paper.

"Thank you for your generosity. We are naturally willing to introduce Mr. Geer to people who enthusiastically support our cause."

"Sister, they are those two bad guys from the past few days." Theresa recognized the two Martins.

"No need to be rude. I'm sorry that my sister is rude. This is the new collar of our political party. If you don't mind, you can take it and have a look. We have to go to the next table to raise money. Sorry."

Temesha pressed her sister who was just about to show her middle finger, then bowed lightly and handed over a small book before leaving.

"Come on Jacob, our leisure trip ends here today."

"Okay Mr. Martin, I suggest that we first buy some fruit with a stronger taste to cover up the smell of our wine, otherwise Bishop Ike will easily find out that we slipped out to drink."
Chapter completed!