Some people are very strange. They are very resentful to them, but they are grateful to them for being bad.

The companion who had just waved the flag and shouted bent down and took good care of Sheffield, but Sheffield was not grateful at all, but instead opened her companion's comforting hand roughly.

He raised his head and looked at the people sitting on chairs and playing games from a perspective that was attached to the ground.

He endured the pain and thought about what Doug had just said, "I plan to use this game to spread my thoughts..."

If such a fascinating game can really become a carrier of thought, can you also engrave the dream of a large plantation in this kind of game?

He struggled to get up from the ground, holding the wall, holding the tables and chairs, and holding everything beside him. He walked like a duck, swaying in front of Doug.

"You... Hello... My name is Sheffield... I'm so sorry for offending you just now. May I ask... Can I also play this game? Just do it!"

Sheffield said softly beside Doug, his tone of gentleness and distortion.

Doug looked at the red-haired guy with a strange expression on his face, and looked at whether he was still twitching, and he was somewhat suspicious whether this guy was suffering from (harmony) sadism.

This guy's arrogant appearance just now was still imprinted in Doug's mind. Doug is not a goldfish, so he could not forget it so quickly.

He looked at his civilization stick, then looked at Sheffield's lower body, and while he was very sure that he would not do (harmony) masochism, he took two steps back and further away from this change (harmony).

After all, I always hear that changing (harmonious) states are contagious.

Sheffield saw Doug's series of movements and disgusting expressions, and the expression on his face was even a little resentful.

But he did not give up because of his resentment. He moved a few steps towards Doug with his stitch, "Please let me play with your masterpiece too!"

"Okay...right..." Doug, who was behind him, and behind the fence, had no choice but to retreat, reluctantly agreed.

While he agreed, he scanned the entire second floor.

Except for a waiter standing in the distance, most of the people nearby were playing around three tables, playing with the Monopoly he brought.

Although this is an ordinary board game, as long as he twitches his nose, he can still smell the burning smell of gunpowder.

This is how the game "Monopoly" is. It either dies or I dies. It enlarges the point of pursuit of interests in human nature to the extreme, and any conventional moral laws will no longer take effect. Compared to having no lower limit, there is no lower limit.

In addition to the three players fighting on the table, only Doug and Thompson were left, the "vampire" who looked like God-like boss and his dick, and the other ones were Sheffield and his little follower.

It would be enough for five people to make up a game.

Doug thought silently in his heart, and while taking off the last bag of Monopoly inventory from his waist, he said to Sheffield, "Since you are sincere and want to play, I will satisfy you with mercy.

You and your followers, me, and the two people over there, we form a game. How much you can understand depends on you."

"Thank you, thank you so much. God..." Sheffield just said God, and suddenly shut up.

Because... almost all the people in the room were Protestants, and he was a Catholic.

Since the Irish people were annexed by Britain in 1801, although they were nominally British, they were first massacred because of their red hair and Catholic faith, and then annexed land.

The influx of a large number of low-end populations and the excessive demands of landlords who have mastered huge amounts of land in London have resulted in serious shortage of rations in Ireland.

The potatoes with the highest unit yield gradually became the staple food in the Ireland region.

Every day, I roast potatoes, boil them, steam them, and bake them. I feel nauseous when I see them, and I force myself to eat them into potatoes.

However, this is nothing. No matter what, you can still survive.

What’s scary is that in 1845, an unprecedented potato disease swept across the entire Irish potato cultivation area.

British authorities expressed deep condolences about the occurrence of the disaster. While mourning, they said that relief food may have to wait a year or two before it can be sent to the Ireland area.

While reporting on the "potato plague" in Ireland, the British mass media industry mocked the Irish people for not being able to eat because they were lazy.

A large amount of rotten and inedible potatoes, with UK-level rescue measures.

In the seven years since 1845, Ireland's population has dropped by one quarter, with at least one million people fleeing overseas.

During this period, Sheffield, who was still young at that time, floated across the Atlantic Ocean with his parents and defected to his uncle's house.

My uncle's family, who owns a large area of ​​land, has never been worried about not enough land, but just feels that there are far less people working. Compared with the rich life here, compared to the hell in Ireland that has already begun to eat human flesh, it is simply a paradise.

Compared with the two, the little Sheffield buried the idea that the big plantation is the best system.

Years of adequate food have made Sheffield tall and big. When he heard that the guys in the north of the United States wanted to destroy the earthly paradise like plantations, he was furious.

When he asked his uncle about the situation in the north of the United States, he found that not only was there a large area in the north of the United States called New England, but it also undoubtedly imitated the United Kingdom from the economic system to the political system.

In Sheffield's mind, Britain is a demon from the abyss.

At the same time, rumors that a large number of slaves were abducted by northerners began to spread in his place.

How could the South, which was originally lacking in labor, endure such acts of stealing production tools?

So the younger generation established an organization, and their program was to "promote plantations!". They planned to go to the northern area to wake up the people shrouded by evil systems. The plantation economic system is the best economic system!

Although Sheffield lacked theoretical foundation, she was elected as a promotion committee member because of her excessive enthusiasm. After some urgent training and memorizing a lot of words, she was sent to the north.

His first stop was New Haven, and Yale University.

He thought that the people here were young and had a lot of knowledge, so it was best to convince them, and it was best to make them identify with themselves and the plantation economy.

However, after he said all the slogans he remembered during the training more than once, none of these people agreed with his ideas.

Doug, who came in to disrupt the situation at this time, made him even more angry.

only……

People who seem weak are not weak.

Although Sheffield still has his own ideas, his experience makes it easier for him to succumb to stronger people.

Doug didn't guess what the Irishman was thinking, and he walked to Thompson and Gilbert and said, "Would we have a game of Monopoly?"
Chapter completed!