It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Protecting blood pressure starts with me. I will try my best to write about everyone's Aikang in the future.

Then I'm taking a day off today...

Chapter 85 The Power of Little People

The fracture on the wing was finally treated. Xiao Niao asked others to find her some wooden boards and fixed the affected area according to the first aid knowledge she learned in her previous life.

The painkiller was taking effect. She felt numbness all below her shoulder, and only the broken and damaged bones were extremely uncomfortable, painful and itchy, making their presence known all the time.

"This is too rough a treatment, it's bound to leave sequelae," the system seemed disapproving, "...never mind, you'll have to go back sooner or later anyway, so remember to be careful and don't bump into anything again."

Xiao Niao responded with a "hmm" and absentmindedly tightened the ropes on the splint.

She really didn't care about the wound at all, and the reason was just as the system said.

All physical damage suffered by the bird in this world will not be carried into reality. No matter how serious the sequelae are, they will completely disappear once it returns to reality.

The only possible damage that might remain is mental damage - but Xiaoniao feels that his mental quality has been trained to be quite strong, and he can deal with any kind of cub calmly.

At worst, you can just sit down calmly and stab the other person a few times. There's really no need to get so angry that you start cursing.

The only thing that made Xiao Niao feel solemn was the current situation: according to the system, not only did the two people's mission show no signs of failure, but the progress bar had actually increased a bit.

Xiao Niao asked, Tongzi, what is going on?

The system said, "I don't know either. This is the first task I've taken on. I'm still a newbie."

[…Hmm, judging from the inference, this should be a situation caused by the struggle for luck.]

The system continuously searched the database: [Two Sons of Fortune are competing for their fortune, and the will of the world always protects the original Son of Fortune first, attempting to restore the world line to normalcy—the world line in which the eldest prince ascended the throne.]

"Then why is the task progress bar growing?" Xiao Niao was even more confused by what it said.

"The progress bar's growth means you've accidentally done something right," the system said. "For example, you protected Gwyneth from an assassin—that's probably why the progress bar's growth."

"So, does that mean Gwyneth will win in the end?" Xiao Niao seemed a little bewildered. "Will she become the new Child of Destiny?"

This time, the system hesitated for a long time before giving an answer, and the words it chose were very cautious: [...I can only say that the world line where she survived is beneficial to our mission.]

As for how things will develop in the future, I have no idea.

Xiao Niao sighed deeply: "I originally just thought that if Gwen was caught, she would become a hostage to threaten the Duke of Tudor, but now——"

She stopped talking, closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time before she stiffly changed the subject.

"...The palace is now under the control of the nobles. Lawrence is probably in a bad state now," Xiao Niao said, looking very depressed. "He is either under house arrest or dead."

If Lawrence died, the current situation would be extremely bad.

A long time ago, Xiao Niao had imagined how to ensure that those systems would continue after he left.

This is a problem that all policymakers have to face.

Even if it is a correct and good policy, if its implementation is completely based on the power of the framer itself, then after the framer's death, it will inevitably be met with a fierce counterattack from the old forces, and even decline.

Many powerful but short-lived empires are like this, and

A good example is Shang Yang's Reform - although Shang Yang himself ended miserably, the laws he formulated have been preserved and will be remembered forever by people in later generations.

As if it was a joke played by God, Xiao Niao was a half-human with a short lifespan in this world.

Even if she was willing to stay, she was destined not to be able to take care of everything here for long.

Xiao Niao absolutely does not want everything to be overturned after he leaves.

She did not want schools to be demolished, hospitals to be destroyed, or large amounts of precious documents to be resisted by fanatical religious monks and either put aside or burned.

This is not for the empire of Lawrence I, not for the rule of the Hamilton family, not for any monarch or emperor.

She worked hard to make sure everyone here had enough to eat.

To be honest, ordinary people at the bottom of society really don't ask for anything else. All they want is peace and quiet, family reunion, and a good meal to eat when they are old.

As long as these conditions are met, they don't care how the bigwigs above play the game of power.

But even such simple conditions are an extreme luxury, or even a fantasy that is impossible to achieve.

In order to grow a handful of grain in the land, in addition to the farmer's careful care, it also requires a whole year of peace.

In order for the existing system to survive and continue in a virtuous cycle, in addition to a successor to the ideological will, it also requires a leader who is sufficiently tolerant and open-minded.

Xiao Niao originally planned to improve the system as much as possible and cultivate the power of his successors before leaving.

Lawrence may not understand the significance of her actions, but he will continue her policies out of inertia. After another ten years or so, when the new forces grow stronger, they will be able to compete with the nobles on their own.

But if Lawrence died, all the efforts would be meaningless.

Xiao Niao now has only one thing that he is absolutely certain of: Charles is a heavyweight figure who is no less important than the Second Emperor of Qin, and he will definitely go down in history in a way that is completely different from his father.

What's more, Charles is most likely just a puppet pushed forward, whose main function is to serve as a facade.

The real cub is someone else.

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Lower Town, Tongxiang.

For pub owners, late at night is always the time when many customers come and business is at its best.

You could walk into any store and see a few people drinking whiskey and a few spitting it out. The air was filled with the aroma of hops and garlic sausage, and there were always two drunks lying on the floor outside the store.

But today, no one in the downtown area seems to dare to go out and wander around.

They received secret information from somewhere, and everyone stayed at home with doors and windows closed. The men held weapons such as sticks, hoes, and sickles in their hands, listening nervously to the movements outside.

There was only one tavern filled with people, including men, women, young and old, and the only common feature was that they were all half-human.

There were many furry ears trembling anxiously, and occasionally you could hear someone whispering to comfort their companions.

There is also a large underground wine cellar under this tavern, which contains about twenty barrels of the best honey wine, each barrel is worth about seven imperial silver coins.

They were dragged out by the boss and dumped into the sewer so that mothers who had given birth to half-human children could hide in it with their babies.

The originally clean and beautiful wooden floor was trampled into dirt, but the boss, who usually had a very bad temper and would even yell at a customer if he spilled his wine on the floor, didn't care about the condition of the floor at all today.

He was one of the few men present who had a weapon in his hand—a weapon that could actually kill, a legacy of his military career.

The tavern owner took his position guarding the back door, staring warily into the darkness.

The tavern was actually already quite full, but the owner knew that half a dozen more people would come seeking shelter, so he needed to stand guard here and warn the people in the room in time when a suspicious person appeared.

There should be a few more places like this in the downtown area.

They were not originally built for this purpose. Many people are doing this voluntarily, including tavern owners who are not half-human themselves.

At this moment, the boss suddenly noticed that something seemed to be walking towards this direction in the distance.

The other party did not light a torch, but was clearly moving towards the back door.

The tavern owner gestured to the people in the room to blow out the candles, put the dagger tightly behind his back, and stood silently in the shadow of the door.

The boss was standing in a position where he would not be noticed by people outside the house. If someone rashly stuck his head in, he would lose his head immediately.

The person who came over - or to be more precise, two people, had walked very close to the door, and the tavern owner could hear the sound of armor rubbing against each other.

The other party stopped before stepping into the back door.

The boss waited with bated breath, veins faintly appearing on the back of his hands.

The man, whose face could not be seen in the darkness, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door four times, one long and three short.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door slightly to let the two people in.

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When the candles were relit and the shade of the kerosene lamp was removed, the tavern owner was surprised again.

"It's Butcher," someone whispered, "The Prime Minister and Red Moon are here."

There was a small commotion among the crowd, and an old half-human was sobbing softly: Thank the gods, Butcher is still alive, and the gods have not abandoned the half-humans.

Xiao Niao took off her hood and gave a soothing smile to the expectant and worried eyes. She gestured for everyone to be quiet.

The voices of the people in the room gradually died down, and a little guy who looked quite familiar squeezed out of the crowd.

"Sir," Qiya whispered, "you came here... I was worried that you encountered danger on the way."

Qiya arrived at the lower city area long in advance and delivered messages to some people according to Xiao Niao's instructions.

Originally, Qia was just a child, and Xiaoniao had no intention of giving her the task of delivering information.

But the child kept insisting and refused to stay in a safe place and wait no matter what. In addition, the Prime Minister's Office was really short of staff, so Xiaoniao had no choice but to assign her the task.

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"With Hongyue protecting me, nothing will happen." Xiaoniao lowered his head and patted the kitten's ears soothingly. "Is everyone here?"

Qiya felt a little relieved: "Well, I secretly called them from the workshop. No one saw them on the road."

Qiya picked up a kerosene lamp and led the way. The crowd around her dispersed spontaneously. She led Xiao Niao and the Red Moon Knight who followed behind to a table.

Several people dressed as craftsmen sitting at the table stood up. The leader was a half-human with canine features. He greeted Xiao Niao somewhat stiffly.

Xiao Niao noticed that the craftsman's eyes were filled with panic and fear.

She knew people's hearts were most easily shaken at this time, so she spoke at the right time: "Don't be nervous, our people are already making arrangements outside, and the Prime Minister's Office will not leave you alone - as long as I am here, no one of our compatriots will be in danger."

The half-human craftsman wiped his face vigorously, his eyes a little red.

He couldn't help but confide, "Yes, yes, sir, I just... We are a little scared, afraid that something like what happened more than ten years ago will happen again."

"He won't have the chance to cause trouble like that again," Xiao Niao looked around at the people around him, "I promise."

Everyone looked at her quietly.

Only the half-human craftsman responded several times after hearing the bird's words, looking a little excited.

He hurriedly squatted down and moved a wooden box from under the table, and placed it carefully on the table as if he was holding some precious treasure.

"Please hold the oil lamps and candles farther away," the craftsman muttered.

The others did as they were told. The craftsman opened the wooden box, gently parted the dry straw inside, took out the contents and handed them to Xiao Niao.

"It was cast according to the style you described," the half-human craftsman wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaving a black oil stain. "We made some minor adjustments and added some safety measures. The finished product is heavier than expected."

Xiao Niao nodded and reached out to take the thing.

The craftsman continued, "We've tested this several times, and this one is the most stable of the finished products. At least it's guaranteed not to explode."

These words almost made Xiao Niao retract his outstretched hand.

But at the last moment, Xiao Niao managed to hold back and didn't show any abnormality on his face.

She took it from the craftsman calmly and began to examine the heavy and cold metal object in the cold light.

Well, Bird thought, at least they had made the rifling, which was better than nothing.

Xiao Niao carefully put the thing away and nodded to the craftsman:

"Thank you for your hard work. I don't know much about this, so I can only rely on descriptions and let you figure it out on your own... It would be difficult for you to actually make it."

The half-human craftsman smiled foolishly upon hearing this, with only his teeth remaining snow-white on his dark face.

He took off his hat, looking a little embarrassed. "Don't say that, sir. It's an honor to work for you. Besides, I've loved tinkering with these things since I was a child."

"You are the pride of us half of humanity," the craftsman said, clutching his dirty fur hat tightly and placing it against his chest. "No one else cares about us as much as you do... No matter what they say, we support you."

There was a sincere glint in the half-human craftsman's eyes, and he was speaking from the heart.

The half-humans around also looked at the bird with the same eyes. No one spoke, and everyone expressed their position with quiet silence.

These people are ordinary people. They make such statements in such a tense situation. It’s not that they are not nervous.

On the contrary, these people were very nervous and scared, and many of them clenched their fists or gritted their teeth to keep themselves calm and not tremble.

They were all small-time figures, not conquering generals, not legendary knights, and not great thinkers.

They have been insulted, ravaged, and scarred, but it is these people who have endured countless difficult years and created more than one miracle.

Small people can also have power; humble people can also have faith.

What has been done is not meaningless. Universalizing basic education is like lighting the first match in a person's chaotic and dark mind. Although the bright flame is small, it will change everything.

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This will give a nation a soul.