"Are you still complaining about me?" Marquis William paused for a long time before speaking slowly.
"Huh?" Hilton found that his father's topics were so exciting today. His mind was spinning so fast but it was difficult to keep up with his father's thinking. "I know that my father is doing everything for my own good, so how dare I resent my father?"
Marquis William sighed, "You are really like your mother. I once sent you to the battlefield. My education method for you was very strict, even cruel. I forced you and your brothers to be responsible for the execution of prisoners, so that You have blood on your hands."
Hilton didn't know what his father was going to say, so he could only remain silent. "This is all for your future. In fact, I regretted it at first. You are just like your mother. No matter how proud you are on the surface, you are as gentle as water in your heart. But in this era, gentleness may also be a fault."
Hilton heard the key from his father's words, "What changes have occurred in the country?" Marquis William did not answer, and continued, "I sent you to the south because I didn't want you to get involved. I just didn't think about it." Flirting with fate."
"It turns out that my father doesn't dislike me and thinks I can't be reused..." Hilton's knot in his heart over the years has finally been untangled. "No matter how you say it, you are my son. Regardless of magic or military achievements, I actually still hope that you can be happy."
The carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of a seemingly abandoned station, which was no less large than the station in the center of Florence.
This place is several times larger than the station Hilton had seen in Kalliu, but it is much simpler. The huge steel frame supports this dilapidated station. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.
In the distance, a powered locomotive drove over the rusty rails and then entered the station. Marquis William and Hilton got out of the car. Marquis William stood in front of Hilton and arranged Hilton's clothes.
"I'm cruel to you because I'm afraid you won't adapt to it in the future. Son, I can only accompany you here. Just treat it as an incompetent father. I'm sorry for you and your mother."
Hearing this, Hilton felt more and more panicked. This conversation was more like his last words, "No, father, don't say that. We will still be together for a long, long time in the future. Hasn't my son already come back?"
Marquis William did not answer, and used the last moment to warn Hilton, "Remember, you have already seen that thing. They will not let you go so easily. Be careful on the way forward. I will wait for you to come back at home."
Hilton had a guess at what it was, but who were they? Everything seemed like a huge swamp that could swallow him up at any time.
Suddenly, the iron gates in front of them opened one after another, and a group of soldiers walked out of the station. The leading officer was wearing a black uniform. Hilton had never seen a logo on his body, but he knew that it was definitely not the logo of his father's border guard.
"Your Majesty the Marquis, I have been ordered to take Sir Hilton away."
"Thank you, be careful on the road."
The officer only greeted Hilton briefly and then took Hilton aboard the powered locomotive. Under Hilton's gaze, his father became farther and farther away from him. There is a passage diagonally downwards along the track. Are they going deep underground?
When they saw the light again, they arrived at a station platform. The platform is located tens of meters underground, with a row of rails on both sides. Next to the rails is the platform. Rumbling sounds echoed deep in the underground tunnel.
The officer led Hilton off the platform and walked inside, "How much do you know about the Papal State?" After walking for a few minutes, the officer suddenly said.
Hilton was stunned for a moment. The officer did not turn to look at him. He didn't know who the officer was talking to.
"Don't look, I'm just asking you again." Although the officer didn't look back, he probably guessed Hilton's confused expression at this time.
"I went to school in the Papal State for a few years, but I don't know much about it..." A few drops of sweat appeared on Hilton's head. Although the underground temperature was very low, he didn't know which question would cause the wrong answer. A fatal disaster.
"You're an idiot. He's a member of the army. He doesn't have any intelligence literacy." The officer commented on Hilton without any hesitation in using sharp words.
"I went to school, not to be a spy..." Hilton argued in a low voice...
"Then you have met people from the three major families in school. What do you know about them?" The officer hesitated for a while and thought of a breakthrough.
"I remember correctly it should be the Borgia family, the Colonna family, the Orsini family?" Hilton replied tentatively. "There's no need to hesitate about such a simple question." The officer casually embarrassed Hilton again.
Even in the Papal States, no one at the College of San Carlo dared to reprimand Hilton so repeatedly.
"How much information do you know about the three major families?" The officer repeated the second half of the sentence. "The Colonna family is an industrial giant. They have countless factories. They cast armor, daily necessities, sew clothes, and even the tools and machinery for cultivating farmland."
"Go on." The officer still didn't look back.
"The Orsini family made their fortune in the financial industry and controls the world's economic lifeline. The checks they write and the gold and silver coins they mint are used in all countries. Even the three major families and even the currencies of other countries are entrusted to them for casting. Orsini The family still has a feud with the Colonna family.”
"What about the Borgias?"
Hilton hesitated for a moment. "There will be no Borgias in the school where I am, not even a side branch... I only know that even if the other two families control industry and finance, they will still be suppressed by the Borgias. One end.”
"Reason?" "Because of the power heart. The Borgia family owns and controls the most important manufacturing technology - the power heart manufacturing process. So far, no family in the world can imitate it, and we still can't figure out what this thing is. What’s the energy source?”
The officer sighed, "Yes, if one day the patriarch of the Borgia family gets mad and stops selling power hearts or in other words, stops making new power sources, our current life will come to a standstill, and perhaps civilization will regress. Go back hundreds of years, no, even thousands of years.”
"But from today on, all this will become history." After the officer said this, the corridor finally came to an end. He opened the door, and the dazzling light made Hilton extremely uncomfortable. This place... turned out to be an underground building. city!
In the middle of the entire complex, there is a tall tower, more like a chimney? Or boiler. The officer pointed to the building and said to Hilton, from now on, we also have our own power heart.
