Mystery: A Spark

As extraordinary beings, their hearing is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially Arthur, who is a hunter, whose five senses are even more powerful.

Since Goebbels heard what the man said, Arthur must have heard it too.

Therefore, his current actions are purely provocative and trouble-making.

The lobbyist took a deep breath, suppressing the anger rising within him, and raised his voice considerably:

“Mr. Heller, can’t you let the others have some peace and quiet? This is really rude of you.”

In his mind, Arthur Heller should receive him politely during his visit and find a quiet and elegant place for the two of them to talk.

Instead of communicating by shouting in a noisy and vulgar tavern.

After hearing his words, Arthur seemed to realize something. He looked enlightened and then looked at a petite figure sitting at a table not far away.

Then, the petite figure stood up and raised one hand to make a gesture to the people in the tavern.

Soon, the people quieted down and looked curiously at the lobbyist in front of the tavern.

"That's more like it..." the lobbyist said, slightly raising his chin.

"Mr. Heller, do you really intend to talk to me in a place like this, with so many bystanders watching?"

Arthur, stroking Arthas in his arms, chuckled and said:

"Excuse me, sir, I didn't see any strangers, and I don't actually know you before, do I?"

"I think it would be better to discuss things here with a stranger like you, as I feel more at ease among them."

"after all……"

Arthur looked at the patrons in the tavern and said with a smile:

"After all, I've heard that you upper-class people have quite a wide range of interests in that area, and I consider myself to have a pretty good appearance."

"Hahahaha..." The drinkers burst into laughter.

"How impressive! With just a few simple words and a crude joke, he put himself on the same side as the common people, while the lobbyist sent by the nouveau riche was isolated..." Goebbels watched this scene with great interest.

“Arthur Heller, sir! A person’s orientation should be free. How can you be so rude as to discriminate against others?” The lobbyist’s face turned red with anger.

Because Arthur did indeed accidentally hit the nail on the head; his interests are indeed quite diverse, and he's a two-way plug.

Otherwise, how could he have consistently served as a lobbyist for those gentlemen?

"Ah, I'm sorry, it was a slip of the tongue, please don't mind, sir," Arthur apologized insincerely.

The lobbyist's chest heaved violently, making one wonder if he was about to die of anger right there.

But he quickly suppressed his anger, after all, he was a professional.

He cleared his throat and got straight to the point, because he didn't want to waste any more time chatting with Arthur.

Although some things were not appropriate to say in such a public setting, he didn't care about that anymore.

Because his anger had interfered with his thinking to some extent.

“Mr. Heller, the gentlemen behind me are very disappointed with what you did today, because you have made things worse than they could have been easily resolved.”

"However, the gentlemen still generously gave you a chance, which is why I came here."

"If you can give up your support for this atrocity, you will get what you want, such as money or a beautiful lady."

"Shameless!" someone among the onlookers muttered under their breath.

However, many people are paying attention to Arthur's attitude, worrying that the young president of the mutual aid society might waver.

Then they saw Arthur chuckle, grooming the fur of the dog in his arms as he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Sir, may I ask how I should address you?"

“Lohman Fitz, just call me Mr. Fitz,” the lobbyist said, slightly raising his chin.

“Okay, Mr. Fitz, I have a question I’ve had for you since the beginning.”

"what is the problem?"

"The problem is..."

Arthur looked up at him and said in his still gentle voice:

What makes you so disrespectful to me?

He teased Arthas in his arms, his face no longer showing any smile.

His tone was relatively even, but it sent a chill down Lohman Fitz's spine.

"You came here and shamelessly claimed to guide my future, but you didn't even introduce yourself."

"You did not send a visiting card beforehand to indicate that you were coming to visit me, so you should be considered an uninvited guest. But I don't really care about such things, so I forgive your offense."

"But after you arrived here, you only gave me a perfunctory greeting, and then, without giving your name, you started saying that I made everything worse."

"And at that time, I didn't even know who you were."

Arthur stared at Loman Fitz, whose forehead was beaded with sweat.

“You have no respect for me at all, Mr. Fitz. I have been using honorifics with you the whole time, but you have not said a single word of ‘you’ (formal).

Who is the truly rude person?

"As for what you said, I made everything worse."

Arthur placed Arthas, whom he was holding, aside and began to chant:

Have you been to that cemetery in the suburbs?

Do you know how many people died in this massive smog event?

Before Lohman Fitz could answer, he held out his palm as the answer:

More than 50,000 people.

“More than 50,000 people.” He emphasized.

“If their tombstones were displayed, they wouldn’t fit in all the cemeteries in Backlund!” Arthur slammed his hand on the table in anger.

“I…” Loman Fitz tried to defend himself, but Arthur interrupted him directly.

Arthur stood up and approached the lobbyist, who was clearly flustered.

He stared intently at the seemingly respectable man and said in a cold voice:

"You actually think I made things worse? Go back and tell the people behind you that things are different now, and we will never compromise."

The persuader slunk away.

What no one noticed was that Arthas stared coldly at his departing figure, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Arthur turned around, looked at everyone, extended his four fingers forward and upward with one hand together, and said solemnly and seriously:

"I promise that I will stand with you until complete victory."

"Long live victory!"

Everyone stared at the blond youth. After a few seconds, a middle-aged man in somewhat tattered clothes stood up, stretched out his hand, and shouted:

"Long live victory!"

So people stood up and echoed in the same way, their shouts almost destroying the roof of the Peace Tavern.

"Long live victory!!!"

……

Party hall, Queens Backlund.

Audrey maintained a polite smile as she walked step by step up to the highest platform. Amidst admiring gazes, she presented her elbow-length white gauze hand to the Queen.

The Queen led her to the edge of the platform, where they faced all the guests.

After a slight pause, the Queen smiled and said:

"Although we have recently experienced some dark moments, we still have a gem that can illuminate the whole city. Her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her manners are all impeccable."

"Today, I will formally introduce her to you."

"Miss Audrey Hall."

boom! boom! boom!

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks soared into the sky, exploding into one dreamlike burst of light after another.

On the last night of 1349, Audrey officially came of age in a social sense.

Chapter 237 Family Members, Does Anyone Understand? The Hanged Man Really Goes Down

"It's already the fourth day."

Monday, Queens, inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey sat at her desk in her room, looking at the newspaper on the table and murmuring softly.

The newspaper's headline prominently featured a report on the workers' strike and demonstration that had taken place during this period.

The movement has lasted for four days, starting last Friday and continuing without interruption.

Furthermore, this strike was more organized and more rapid than any previous one.

Moreover, it is foreseeable that it will be able to persist for an even longer period of time.

Because this strike movement now has a leader, a reliable leader.

The reason why the labor movement failed in the past was that the trade union, which should have stood with the workers, was easily bought off by the wealthy.

Once the union is bought off, they will no longer provide striking workers with the daily necessities they are required to provide.

As a result, with the workers losing their source of income and not receiving the necessary supplies, their failure was naturally predictable.

So, what's different this time compared to before?

The difference is that the Workers' Assistance Association cleared out a large open space between Black Palm Street and Iron Carbon Street.

There were originally no buildings here, so it became a shelter for homeless people and those who had lost everything due to bankruptcy.

In previous years, they would usually set up shacks here to protect themselves from the cold winter winds.