Alfred dodged Luka's sword, then raised his sword to block Luka's next three combos.

"That's strange," he said, "I heard that you are also a declining nobleman. Why do you hate the nobleman so much?"

"Aristocrat? Wrong, I am just a civilian! Everything I have now - my army, my companions, including the armor and great sword on me, was obtained by myself down-to-earth. You and I are not the same kind of people! I look up to me because of my parents' blood? This is simply an insult to me!"

Luka further accelerated the attack. After three combos, another five combo was followed by a hit, which made Alfred retreat repeatedly.

"In recent years, I have been living like a civilian. Do you know what civilians eat? Hard bread with bark! Do you know where civilians live? A broken thatched house with air leaks everywhere! When we have blood bubbles on our hands, you are laughing and laughing with red wine! Why should half of the food we planted be handed over to you? Why do you fight for territory between each other and we will go to the army to die for you? Why can you hide in the castle to avoid the Black Death, but we can only die one by one? All of this is over, and I will pull all of you nobles down from the platform!"

But although Luka's attack was very fierce, Alfred still dodged perfectly again and again.

"So that's it." He replied, "You want to be a new lord, and to make your companions a new noble, and to redistribute the land we own."

Luka swung his sword horizontally with a sharp stroke!

"You don't know anything! This is a revolution!"

"Revolution, revolution," Alfred took advantage of the back jump and easily snatched Luka's blow, and then stood in the distance and smiled, "Do you know? The original meaning of this word refers to the cycle of celestial bodies. They run day after day in the sky, but every fixed period of time, they will return to their original starting point. This is what you are doing now. You want to get rid of us, and you say it openly, but nothing will change. You will become a new nobleman, and your descendants will still laugh and laugh with red wine. And those farmers still eat bark bread and live in broken thatched houses with air leaks."

Luka raised his sword again and tested Alfred's movements.

"This time it's different," she said, "I'm going to give Almany federal freedom and equality."

“Freedom, and equality.”

Alfred plays with these two words.

"So, Miss, can you ask if you allow the sale of land in the new kingdom you have established after you cleared our nobles?"

"sure!"

"In this way, someone will sell the land because of debts, and someone will buy the land because of surplus. Rich farmers make money with the land and use the money to buy the land, becoming richer and richer, and buying more and more land. Too much land and they can't be busy, they will hire people to work for him. The poor lose their land and in order to make a living, they can only help others work, and then pay half of their food, eat black bread, and live in broken thatched houses."

Alfred smiled sarcastically and continued:

"The descendants of rich peasants are still rich, and the descendants of poor peasants are still poor. Life is so different from each other that they cannot communicate, so naturally there will be a distinction between nobles and civilians. The rich peasants form guards to protect their land. When the scale is larger, they become an army. With the army, there will be war, and civilians die in vain because of the rich fighting for territory. You see, this is not equal at all. This is revolution, revolution—as the word describes, history is like a celestial body, which is repeated over and over again."

Luka was stunned for a moment, then another sword was slashing at Alfred:

"In that case, I will forbid the sale of land!"

Alfred still perfectly avoided Luka's attack.

"The land is forbidden, that is, you want to lock everyone on the acres of land passed down by your parents from birth, and everyone is poor together, leaving only merchants who resell things everywhere to make profits. So, holding red wine and watching your hands grinding out water on the land, they become merchants. Look, this is still unequal."

"Then I will ban trade together!"

"That's it. But Miss Luka," Alfred smiled, "You forbidden this, that, and let everyone be poor together. Equality is equal, but is this still considered 'freedom'?"

At this moment, Luka was completely stunned.

Alfred seriously took offensive posture and stared at Luka in front of him:

"Miss, you just said that you would bring freedom and equality to the Almani Federation. But freedom will lead to inequality, and equality will lead to unfreedom. What should you do in the face of this situation?"

"I...I want to kill all of you nobles!"

"I felt a strong hatred," Alfred said lightly. "It seems that freedom and equality are just beautiful slogans you shout. What you really want to do is just vent your hatred."

Before he finished speaking, the sword in Alfred's hand stabbed Luka like a poisonous snake pounced on his prey. Luka was shocked and barely blocked the three swords, the giant sword in his hand was knocked to the ground by Alfred.

"I usually don't use such a heavy sword. Although it is powerful, it is difficult to use skills. To kill a person, an ordinary long sword is enough."

Alfred kicked with his feet without changing his face, and the heavy giant sword flew high into the sky under his kick, and then inserted it in front of Luka with a "clang" sound.

"Pick up the sword, let's have a chance to talk."

But Luka did not pull up the sword. She supported the ground with her hands, stared at the ground with her wide open pupils, and muttered to herself like crazy:

"It's not like this. I'm not trying to vent my anger. I want to bring freedom...and equality."

Seeing this, Alfred could not help but put away the sword, and at the same time reached out to stop the other soldiers who wanted to step forward.

"Luka, you'd better go back and think about what I said before you talk about it. You can just shout beautiful slogans, but you can't do anything."

"I...I heard the fox's screams at night!"

Luka raised her head in anger, with tears in her eyes, and her whole body was shaking:

"It tells me that the Black Death is a disaster brought by the Earl of France. And I am the saint chosen by Athena, destined to lead people to victory! Not only me, but everyone in the same village, heard it!"

"It seems you're not very smart."

Alfred looked at Luka, who was kneeling on the ground with compassion:
Chapter completed!