"Latovinia is the experimental product of the ideal country. I admit that many people will die in this process, and even so I will not regret it. I will give what I should pay, and the Latovinians should pay what they should pay. The weak are not able to win their future, so I will shape them into what they need."

Salomon pointed out in a blunt manner that he seemed cold-blooded and ruthless, but Lorna was used to his ideas and did not protest. He lowered his head and slowly flipped through the book in his hand that he had read many times. Compared to the careful attitude of collectors, Salomon had to relax when he read the books. He did not even wear gloves and began to flip through the Latin illustration version of the Ten Books of Architecture printed in Venice in 1511. This book appeared on the list of books arranged by Athena at the age of thirteen. He also repeatedly referred to the contents of the book when designing the fortifications and workplaces of the manor and the Immortal City, and made it more in line with his situation and needs.

"Next, you go to that book. After "Family, Private Property and the Origin of the State", you still need to read "Critique of Hegel's Philosophy", "On the Jewish Nationality Issues", "Louis Bonama's Eighteenth Moon" and "Das Kapital Volume 1". This is your book list this week, and you also need to write a supporting paper." Salomon did not look at the expression of Little Lorna's about to cry. He knew that he would be soft-hearted at the sight, and then he had to agree to her bargaining. "Ms. Minerva is so indulging in you. Don't think of the past treatment here. Even if I went to the Immortal City, Beunetta and Joan of Arc will supervise your reading."

"I don't like them."

The secret mage shook his head. He felt that his collar was too tight, so he stretched out his finger and stretched out his tie slightly.

"It has nothing to do with me." He took out a silver box from the drawer, filled with his own cigarette. He took a deep breath, which looked very consistent with his gangster style in a black suit, especially the ring on his hand and the indifferent temperament. Little Lorna frowned, and she could see Salomon's intention at a glance, just to test whether she really quit, otherwise he wouldn't smoke because he had no need for nicotine.

Salomon raised his head and blinked at her, "This is the problem you want to solve, only you, I have other problems. Now, go to the wine cabinet and pour me and yourself a glass of whiskey, don't too much, and don't tell anyone else."

The work of shaping the Latovians was handed over to the propagandists of the Immortal City. They came to the snow-capped mountains and forests of Latovia with the engineering equipment of the Wakanda, and cooperated with the television to promote the truth of unity to the young people who joined the guerrillas. At first, this work was difficult because Latovia was a superstitious place. In the past, the aristocrats in this place had always relied on religion to convince the common people to obey, and even the guerrillas that resisted local enterprises and consortiums still retained religious superstitiousness. However, after the battle to attack the fuel warehouse a few days ago, the work suddenly became surprisingly smooth. Victor von Dum, commander-in-chief of the Latovian army, required every team to receive the inculcation of cultural education and the concept of unity.

"Is this the unified truth you preach?"

"Yes, that's right. It's also the truth that saved your life from the gallows, Audra." As the middle-aged man in charge of preaching and education, he sighed. He found that the woman in front of him was even more difficult to deal with than those soldiers with low cultural level and even somewhat superstitiousness. The blonde woman read the exquisite book printed by the Immortal City casually, with her expression full of disdain. Even if the thoughts in this book saved her life, she also showed a critical impulse to try, which was almost the instinct of a political and economic major.

"Brutal." She muttered in a low voice, "It is against human rights to use lynching casually, and the death penalty is even more of an infringement of human rights."

The middle-aged man brought an empty munition box and sat opposite the woman. The furnishings in this tent were quite simple, but they were filled with clean and neat military style. His tactical suit was inserted into his waist, and his clothes were filled with the smell of gun oil. "Odra, how tall are you?"

The woman tried to suppress her smile and pretended to be careless, "178 cm, is there any problem?"

"Do you know what the average height of Latovian women is?" The middle-aged man leaned forward, and his tall figure brought a very heavy sense of oppression. "155 cm, many people are malnourished and thin, and their mothers don't even have milk to feed their children. Not only do you have a well-proportioned body shape, but you also have special body management courses to avoid eating too much affecting your beauty. I have seen many miserable things on the battlefield in the Middle East, and I have pushed some innocent people into the abyss, so I chose to atone in this way after meeting my Lord. What about you, Audra? When you gnaw on the flesh and blood of civilians and complaining about getting fat, what method do you plan to atone in?"

The smile on Audra's face disappeared, and the flush from anger appeared on her cheeks. "So you want to humiliate me? Are I so unbearable in your eyes, George? I have never waved a whip at them! I have never oppressed them!"

"So you can still sit here, instead of drying on the gallows. Yes, I'm just going to humiliate you. You've never seen people who are extremely hungry outside the castle eat human flesh. The worst thing you've ever encountered in your past life is just failing the exam, breaking up with your friends, meeting a boyfriend with misbehaving, etc., full of pretentiousness and whining... I know you usually dislike the guerrillas who are poor and dirty, but you have to understand that the reason they become like this is because of you, the blood and sweat they have been exploited in the past has created your current living environment. You and your family owe those people a blood debt, and the book in your hand teaches children of poor families how to claim this debt. But fortunately, my Lord is a reasonable person, and he insists on the role of order, so you don't have to go to the gallows."

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"I don't care where you are going, Audra, you can't leave here. As long as you step out of the camp, the sentry will shoot you directly. Don't think we can't track your location. No matter where you run to the world, the positioning chips you've been implanted can provide positioning." The preacher said indifferently, "What's more, we are not short of money. What we want is your repentance. Pick up a hoe to farm, or go to clean guerrilla clothing, that's the job you have to do. Your family will also receive corresponding punishment, work or death, and decide according to the mistakes they have made in the past."

"I'm going to go on a hunger strike!" As a flower growing in the greenhouse, this is Audra's most intense method. When George talked about his master, his face was filled with a martyr-like glory, but when he fell to Audra, he was a symbol of madness.

"Then we will let you starve to death in a comfortable environment," George said calmly. "All the methods in Western society are ineffective in Latovigna. My Lord wants to forge this country into steel, so we will not waste too much sympathy on you. Since you choose to go on a hunger strike, we will help you take responsibility for your own actions and make sure you don't get any food, believe me, we can do it."

"Will you really attack a kind person?" Audra jumped from the only chair in the tent, "Where is your humanity?!"
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