As he walked, Karen suddenly realized that he seemed to have not taken a walk for a long time.

We have walked a lot within the Gate of Reincarnation, but that is completely different from walking. Walking requires mood, whether it is good or bad.

The buildings and houses on this street are very similar to the one-family houses. They don't look regular. Instead, they look like a dense cluster of green onions that have grown taller. Walking down this street, turning a corner and walking down another street, it is expected that there will be more buildings.

It takes fifteen minutes to walk to the funeral home by yourself.

There was a small truck parked in front, and Karen saw a familiar figure walking out of the house next to him carrying a chair.

Alaya put the chair on the truck, took out a handkerchief and began to wipe his sweat. He turned his head and happened to see Karen standing there.

"Oh, Master, what a coincidence."

Karen smiled at Alaya and asked, "Busy?"

"Yes, I am helping Mrs. Sidra move. She is planning to sell this house. I just signed an agency contract with her."

"Hey, do you know me?"

At this time, a tall and plump woman came out, holding a table. Her hair was purple.

What happened last night, she was planning to sell the house this morning. She was obviously frightened and planned to move to another place to live, and she was not willing to stay for a moment longer.

"Mrs. Sidra, this is my friend, my former..."

"It's good to know each other." Mrs. Sidra directly interrupted Alaya's introduction, looked at Karen, and said, "Since we are friends, can you help me move together?"

Karen smiled politely.

But before Karen could refuse, Mrs. Sidra spoke again:

"Help me, a poor woman who was forced by racism to move early in the morning. Maybe this can alleviate your psychological guilt for not doing anything last night."

"Last night?" Karen was a little confused.

Mrs. Sidra pointed to Karen's clothes and said: "Although your clothes have no label, the material is very good, which means that your living conditions are very good. You should have a maid at home, but it is now morning, your

But the clothes are wrinkled like this. I think it’s not that your maid happened to be on leave, but that you spent the night in an unfamiliar place last night. How about it? Did what happened last night scare you?”

"A little bit."

"Then come and help me move. I will forgive the little guilt in your heart on behalf of the compatriots who died last night."

"Madam, Master Karen is not..."

Mrs. Sidra interrupted Alaya again, and smiled at Karen: "I saved the money for hiring a mover to buy a big fish from Lake Xisen, and now it is roasting in the fireplace, along with myself.

I want to invite you to taste the white wine stored in the basement."

"Madam, the property certificate does not indicate that your house is allowed to have a basement, and you didn't tell me either."

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is my negligence. I dug the basement secretly by myself. Do you know how hard I worked to avoid the neighbors' ears and fear of being reported? Oh, I almost forgot, is the area of ​​my basement?

Should we also consider it? I believe the next tenant will not complain about how our house has a damn useless small basement."

"Madam, do you need to re-draw the amount?"

"Forget it, no need. You can help me sell it as soon as possible. I need money now. House prices in higher-end communities are really expensive!"

Alaya nodded: "If we add a basement, the house will be more affordable."

"Hey, friend." Mrs. Sidra looked at Karen again, "Would you like to drink wine and eat grilled fish?"

"Yes, ma'am." Karen agreed.

"Then let's get started!"

Alaya came close to Karen and whispered: "Master, you don't have to be like this."

"It's okay, I just want to exercise."

The moving lasted for an hour, and Mrs. Sidra did not embarrass Karen. She basically moved the large items by herself, and only asked Karen to help move some small items.

After everything was loaded onto the small truck and fixed, Mrs. Sidra breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Come on, let me reward you, two gentlemen who are willing to help others."

The house was almost completely emptied of furniture, including chairs.

So when Mrs. Sidra took out the grilled fish from the fireplace, the three of them could only sit on the floor and enjoy it.

Fortunately, the wine glass was specially left behind.

The grilled fish was tender and tasted very good. Karen silently wrote down the side dishes and ingredients, thinking that he could make it for Pu'er in the future.

Mrs. Sidra was obviously a little drunk. She pointed at Karen and said, "Sir, you are really handsome."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"If my husband were half as handsome as you, I would never have agreed to his joining the army and going to the empire's battlefields in the colonies."

Karen didn't answer.

Alaya didn't answer either.

Mrs. Sidra continued minding her own business:

"He died in Lula, at the hands of a bunch of... natives."

That was a war ten years ago. On a peninsula called Gunson, the Venn Empire established a colony and appointed a governor. As a result, a local ethnic group called Lula broke out in an uprising against colonial rule.

Originally it was just a minor trouble, because that ethnic group, or tribe, had a population of only thirty thousand, including the elderly, women, and children.

But when Governor Gunson personally led the imperial army to suppress it, the entire army was completely wiped out.

Immediately, the Venn Empire sent a new governor to take office, and at the same time mobilized imperial troops and imperial servants from nearby colonies. The war lasted for three months, and the Venn Empire's army began to collapse. If the empire's navy did not firmly control the coastline,

Maybe the imperial infantry will be driven into the sea to feed the fish.

After the war has progressed to this point, it is no longer purely a matter of the interests of a single colony, but if this rebellion is not put down, other colonies in the empire may follow suit.

The empire began to dispatch troops from the mainland of Venn and organized the third battle. Then, there was another big defeat, and the defeat was even more outrageous. Even the general was captured alive.

At the same time, relying on the prestige accumulated from continuous victories, the Lula tribe began to absorb other tribes on the Gunson Peninsula. Therefore, as a result of the three wars launched by the empire, the enemies of the empire on the peninsula began to become more and more powerful.

Next, the empire continued to engage in this war, which lasted for five years. This war directly led to the revision of the Imperial Military Service Law, which allowed many foreigners, foreigners, immigrants, and illegal immigrants to join the army by taking an oath.

The result of the war was that the Lula tribe recognized the empire's legal rule over the Gunson Peninsula and recognized the status of the governor, while the empire recognized the Lula tribe's high degree of autonomy. It was a win-win situation.

Mrs. Sidra smiled and said: "Do you think it's ridiculous? My husband gave his life for the empire, but I didn't even see a pension of 1 real, because according to the military service law at that time, my husband joined voluntarily.

of assistance staff.

Almost ten years have passed, and I really didn’t expect that I would have to move because of something like this.”

Karen changed the topic and asked: "What is Madam's usual job?"

When moving furniture, Karen noticed that a lot of the furniture was actually high-quality and expensive. If Mrs. Sidra was really just an ordinary widow, her living conditions would be too good.

Alaya immediately replied: "Mrs. Sidra is a writer."

Mrs. Sidra looked at Karen and said with a smile: "I rely on royalties for a living."

After saying that, Mrs. Sidra stood up and walked to the corner. There was a luggage bag there, which contained the things she was going to take with her when she finally left. She took out seven or eight books from it and delivered them to Karen: "

These are all my works. If Mr. Cullen likes to read, I can give them to you."

"Thank you, madam." Karen did not refuse and reached out to take it.

The covers of these books are all gloomy, with titles such as "The Bloodletted Lamb", "The Man-Eating Villa", "The Mummy Sitting Up in a Pool of Blood", "The Marriage of the Dead"...

Horrifying? Or suspenseful?

"I'm really reluctant to leave here. By the way, I saw Mr. Luther and people in this area to express condolences in the morning."

"Yes, I saw it too." Karen said.

"Does Mr. Cullen also know Mr. Luther?"

"I saw him in the newspaper. He is a great person."

"Yes, he is. He is not a cowardly person, but he knows that in Wien, we cannot fight against the police and the army, and we do not have the soil to use violence to fight for rights.

He saw the future development trend and believed that only through civilized resistance can we obtain equal rights and equality under the law and integrate into this game.

He's right, what do you think?"

Karen nodded and said, "I also think he is right."

Mrs. Sidra added: "But I also think that he will not succeed because he is taking a correct path. If he takes other paths, he may keep going. Only by taking the correct path, will he be successful."

It is destined to be fruitless.

Because Venn is, after all, an empire founded by the Markai race, and they will set a roadblock in front of the truly correct path."

Karen pursed her lips and said, "Madam, maybe your thoughts are too negative."

"Negative, maybe, so my plan is very simple. Since it is not safe here, I will move to a higher-end community. At least the police there will be well-paid and will do something.

Anyway, I can continue to create, and my hair color will not be marked on my pen name, haha."

After the grilled fish dinner, Karen and Alaya left Mrs. Sidra's house.

At the door, Karen pointed to the pickup truck that was still parked there and asked, "Isn't the driver here?"

"Mrs. Sidra didn't hire a driver. She said she would drive there by herself to unload the goods. Haha, Mrs. Sidra always saves as much as she can when it comes to expenses."
To be continued...