362.The power of thought
Under James's order, the soldiers searched the workshop carefully, almost every corner was spared, and conducted a carpet-like search.
They made Chelsea's workshop a mess, and all the precious tools, Chelsea's half-made weapons, etc., were all thrown to the ground. It hit the ground with a loud bang, which made Jack feel distressed.
"Don't move, that's the first generation of Razer..."
"That's the forging table that will be used..."
Jack couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing these things that were so precious to him and Chelsea being smashed to the ground without mercy, he was heartbroken beyond measure.
For him, this was undoubtedly a painful ordeal.
If Chelsea were awake at this time, she would definitely feel the same pain and despair over this matter.
But at this moment, no one paid any attention to his pain. They were still violently searching everything in the workshop.
Not only that, as their search progressed, Jack's heart was beating so fast that it was almost ready to jump out of his throat at any time. He was afraid that those people would find all the books about the Vikings.
The more he became afraid of something, the soldier patted the floor. It was obvious that the bottom of the floor was hollow, not solid.
He groped for a moment on the floor, and then he made a fist, and something like a small energy shield quickly formed on his fist, wrapping his fist.
He raised his fist and slammed it onto the floor.
There was just a "bang" sound, a hole was directly smashed through the floor, and the things below appeared in front of the soldiers.
The soldier dug his hand inside a few times and took out a few books.
"Colonel, there's a discovery here!"
He raised the book in his hand and said to James.
James quickly stepped forward and snatched the book from the soldier's hand. He flipped through a few pages, his expression changing rapidly.
He noticed that there were many books under the floor, and he quickly ordered the soldiers to bring them up.
Several soldiers listened to the order and worked together to quickly dismantle the entire floor. The piles of books under the floor appeared in front of everyone.
There were about a hundred or ten of those books, all yellowed, and many of them even had their covers peeled off, leaving only the inner pages. They looked like they had been read through countless times, and it was unclear when they were printed.
Even Jack was a little surprised when he saw so many books.
Because he had no idea that Chelsea actually had so many banned books.
He had only read a few Vikings books, but for the others, he had no idea what they were.
James bent down and took out several books. The more he looked at each book, the more pale and contorted his expression became.
His lips trembled and he murmured:
"What are these, Chelsea Keith Night Owl Jc, you are so damned, you are so damned, how dare you hide these things! Damn it, damn it..."
James flipped through these books, picked up one at random, walked quickly to Jack, and held the book up and shook it in front of him:
"Jack, do you also know about the existence of these books?"
Jack tried hard to capture the name of the book from the frequency of his shaking.
He had never read that book, it was called "The Life of Tolstoy".
Again, this is a book written in Old English, not a modern text at all.
He had never heard of Tolstoy, let alone why he wanted to write a biography for him, but looking at James's face, it was obvious that he knew about this man's existence. In other words, even if he has not read this book, he knows the power of this book.
In addition to this book, James swung another book in front of him and threw it in his face.
The book hit Jack in the face and fell to the ground.
The pages of the book were opened, and some dense ancient English words appeared in front of him.
It was also a book he had never read.
"Jack, talk to me like a horse!"
James stood in front of Jack angrily. Even if only one of these banned books was discovered, it would be enough to exile a person to the dungeon, let alone discovering so many banned books at once.
But Jack didn't answer James. He looked at the content on the page on the ground.
The shock that those contents brought to him outweighed James' questioning at the moment:
"I'm going to fall into the abyss anyway, so I might as well put my head down and the soles of my feet up in the air. I'm even proud of myself for falling in this posture. I think this is a kind of beauty to me."
“If a grain of wheat falls into the ground and does not die, it remains just one grain; but if it dies, it will bear many grains.”
He read this paragraph quickly, and those nagging words were as if his father was speaking in his ear.
"I'll let you answer me!"
James looked at him with his eyes focused on the ground. He followed Jack's gaze and saw that what Jack was looking at with intense eyes was the open book on the ground.
He walked over and kicked the book away, kicking it far away, like kicking away a terrifying demon.
Seeing the book being kicked away, Jack felt a sense of despair in his heart, and a voice screamed in his heart.
It was much later that he learned that the book that James had kicked away was Dostoyevsky's "The Brothers Karamazov."
"You can understand it, right? You can understand it?"
James seemed to confirm this, his expression became complicated, his four prosthetic eyes narrowed,
"Jack, your crime is as serious as your father's. Just wait and be punished."
However, after Jack saw the book being kicked away and screamed in his heart, he suddenly no longer felt the fear of James.
He turned his head coldly and looked at James:
"You can understand those books too, right?"
"You dare to question me back?"
"You can understand, right?"
"..."
James felt something was wrong with Jack. He didn't know what was wrong, but now Jack's whole demeanor had changed.
"Asshole, what on earth do you want to say?"
Jack suddenly understood.
He understood why James could easily read these books and knew the contents of these books. He also knew why he had to spend so much effort and search everywhere for information about the Vikings. Old English materials and hard self-study.
Because James and he were not of the same class at all.
James Denevr, men like them, were born to learn all kinds of knowledge if they wished.
They can read all kinds of books and equip themselves with the best weapons.
They monopolize the economy, they monopolize wealth, they monopolize resources, they monopolize clean food and water, they monopolize technology, and most importantly, they monopolize knowledge and ideas.
That’s why they are so afraid of these knowledge and ideas spreading to the general public.
This is a sight they absolutely don't want to see.
Thinking of this, Jack's eyes turned fierce.
It is a desire to resist hidden in the blood.
"Damn, bastard."
James looked at Jack's sudden change in eyes and cursed.
Then, he punched him.
The punch hit Jack hard on the face, causing his nose to bleed.
The nosebleed flowed into Jack's mouth, and he grinned, seemingly not feeling the pain at all.
"I've read those books, I've read them. James, can you beat me to death? Can you beat these ideas to death?"
Hearing Jack's words, James seemed to be touched by his age. He clenched his hand into a fist again and punched Jack hard.
But Jack didn't know where the strength came from at this moment. Maybe he was no longer afraid of death or the ionization gun burning his skin. He immediately broke free from the restraints of the two soldiers next to him, and quickly dodged the punch from James.
After dodging, he rushed forward, threw James down, held down his hands, and started fighting with him.
The situation changed so quickly that James didn't react at all.
Only when Jack received a solid punch and all four prosthetic eyes were knocked into a daze did the surrounding soldiers realize what had happened.
They quickly aimed their ionization guns at Jack's back and were about to shoot, but the next second, their guns seemed to be sucked away by some huge suction force.
They immediately lost any weapons.
All the soldiers looked in the direction where the ionization gun was sucking away, and saw Chelsea, who had been sleeping on the table, unexpectedly woke up at some point.
"It would be too rude of you to tamper with me in my workshop."
Chelsea was standing in front of the table now, with countless ionization guns attached to her arms.
Hearing Chelsea's voice, Jack raised his head in surprise, and then shouted:
"Old man!"
"Jack, you brat, I'll deal with you later, come here now!"
Chelsea shouted to Jack.
Hearing this, Jack dragged James, who was beaten dazed by him, and ran towards Chelsea.
"Old man, why didn't you faint?"
Jack was pleasantly surprised, but also a little confused.
"With your acting skills, anyone can see that there is something wrong with the wine you gave me. My tongue is a metal tongue with a filter device installed on it, which can filter out the problematic parts, so that bottle of wine, you see I drank it, but I didn’t actually drink it at all.
"I just want to see why my son wants to harm me. I heard clearly what you just said. Although your reason is stupid, it is not unforgivable."
After Chelsea finished speaking, several soldiers took out the spare Razer II from their backs.
It was a special kind of gun, and the bullets were equipped with tracking bullets that would automatically track enemies marked by the gun user.
Facing so many Razer IIs at this time, Chelsea grabbed Jack and pulled him to sit behind the desk.
"Old man, what should we do now?"
"Don't worry, they won't kill me. I still have what they need, but they will probably kill you."
"..."
Chelsea turned her head, glanced at Jack, and patted him on the shoulder:
"But don't worry, as long as I'm here, they can't kill you."
After Chelsea finished speaking, the soldiers had already pulled the trigger of the Razer II.
Sure enough, those tracking bullets were all shot towards Jack.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the sound of the bullets of the Razer II was very special, as if a person was waving a steel knife vigorously in the air, and the blade made a sharp sound.
The bullets crossed the table, turned, and shot toward Jack.
Before Jack could see what was happening, Chelsea took action.