I Became A Black Merchant In Another World-Chapter 341: I’ll be a mess (10)

The headquarters of a trading company in the Nance Barony of the Lyon Kingdom.

At this place, Friedrich Engels and Karl Marx were casually having a conversation while drinking beer.

"Engels, don’t you miss your wife?"

"How could I not miss her, you bastard? But what can we do? We can’t go back until we finish the tasks that the Guild Master assigned to us or until we get the recall order."

The "Guild Master" mentioned here was, of course, Fabio.

Aside from that, they were talking about things that could easily get them executed for treason in the Lyon Kingdom, but neither of them seemed to care much about their surroundings.

This place, outwardly a trading company, was actually the revolutionary headquarters with only the loyal retainers of the Rothschild family as its members.

Security was tightly maintained here, and being overly tense would just be a waste of mental energy.

"You’re still lucky, Marx."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You got your wife pregnant just three days before you came here. When she’s about to give birth, you’ll be ordered to return and spend time with her, cuddling up with her. Damn it."

"Should I send you a bundle of seaweed?"

"Eat shit, you bastard."

When Marx and Engels first met, there was an instant feeling that they would get along well. After working together and having personal conversations, their bond became even stronger.

It was as if fate itself had conspired to make them friends.

"Have you heard the news?"

"They appointed an inspector to supervise the implementation of the Labor Standards Act. When I heard that, my heart ached."

Both of them had been born as peasants and had been exploited as laborers, so they knew the pain firsthand.

Although they had now managed to secure a place in the noble world, even if it was at the very bottom, the memories and pains of those days hadn’t been forgotten.

The moment they forgot those memories, they would lose their value as agitators.

"That’s true, but we also gained a rank as retainers. Isn’t that something?"

"Is that so?"

"I’m not lying about it."

"It’s because I’m happy, you bastard. We’re team leaders now."

"Sounds pretty high up."

"Above us is Orsini, the president, and under him are the vice president, directors, managers, assistant managers, and then us. We’re on the same level as the probationary officer for the barony."

"That’s an absurd promotion."

Before, as retainers of the Rothschild family, they had been treated as low-ranking knights, barely managing to hold a small fiefdom. But now, they could proudly walk around declaring they were nobles, puffing out their chests.

"Starting this month, our salaries have gone up. It increased from 4 silver coins a month to 1 and a half gold coins, and we also get a fixed bonus of 400%, with performance bonuses separately."

"This is a bit overwhelming."

"Orsini said we achieved the biggest results. The other guys who got the same training are just assistant managers or deputy managers. Our salaries have gone up significantly, so when we go back after work, I’ll be getting more women."

"You perverted bastard, don’t you ever think about your wife?"

"Look at you, a devoted husband. Setting that aside, how’s the small organization forming these days?"

After a bailiff from the Nance Barony was killed, Orsini gave Marx and the other agitators an order.

The peasants in the village had asked the bailiff to reduce their working hours, but the bailiff had refused their request and massacred the protestors. That was the rumor they were told to spread.

As a result, throughout Lyon Kingdom, there were many people who were dissatisfied but had no outlet for their anger. These people naturally became agitated and formed a group.

"Absolutely top-notch. When it was announced that the emperor himself sent labor inspectors to comfort the workers, everyone was crying, making a scene."

"If I were in their position, I would have cried too."

"I’ve linked all the factories, trading companies, and serfs in Nance through a contact network. I’ve also selected those who’ll act as low-level managers. We haven’t been able to completely dominate other areas like Nance, but it’ll only take 1-2 years to fully control the northern regions of Lyon Kingdom."

Engels was internally amazed by his friend’s ability to incite agitation.

While Engels himself had been spreading "incorrect knowledge" to the higher-ups, Marx had already gathered all the peasants and workers in Nance.

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"What’s our master really doing?"

This version of Karl Marx didn’t obsess over women like the real Marx did. He didn’t beg Engels for money, nor did he touch his maid to get her pregnant.

But his character was quite similar to the Marx Fabio knew.

If necessary, he was a person who would use and discard anyone, even if they had no relation to him.

This was one of the most important qualities for using the martial arts that only Communist Celestials could use.

"Our savior."

"That’s true."

"And I got a new order for both you and me."

As soon as Engels heard the word "order," he perked up his ears.

"I’ve been ordered to start a large-scale uprising in the northern part of Lyon Kingdom, and you’re supposed to persuade the higher-ups to crush this protest with force."

"If we wait a bit, we could take over Lyon Kingdom in one go."

"This order came directly from Sebastian. According to the letter from the housemaster, causing the complete downfall of Lyon Kingdom would only benefit the Toscana Empire, not the baron."

If Lyon Kingdom fell, the United Kingdom, known for its awful food, and the Toscana Empire and Granada Kingdom would divide it among themselves.

In this process, there would be practically no space left for the Rothschild Baron to benefit from.

So, Fabio had no intention of destroying Lyon Kingdom.

He just wanted to create a situation where the nobles of Lyon Kingdom would be forced to send their army to the Holy Empire, just like Mepo’s bonds.

"Master is truly a terrifying person."

Muttering that, the two of them set off to do their respective tasks.

Karl Marx carefully spoke.

"Thank you for gathering here, comrades."

At the word "comrades," the atmosphere turned solemn.

In this gathering, whenever "comrades" was mentioned, it usually meant something important was being said.

The leaders of the revolutionary organization, or rather, the workers' organization in the northern part of Lyon Kingdom, nodded in agreement.

"As you all know, in the Toscana Empire, the emperor personally steps out to solve the issues of peasants and workers. Our king doesn’t do that. Why do you think that is?"

Among this group of peasants and workers, most of whom were illiterate, a logical argument was unlikely to arise.

So, Marx paused and continued.

"In the Toscana Empire, the workers rose up with hammers and sickles. The workers destroyed the factories and beat up the inspectors. As a result, the emperor took notice of them."

This was all part of Fabio’s plan.

The emperor had already succeeded in winning the favor of the people by reducing taxes on the peasants, and he knew that improving the terrible working conditions of the laborers would earn him even more support.

He was merely doing what he knew was effective, but... he had already become a revered ruler among the people.

However, this is how it sounded to those who didn’t know the truth.

"If we, who have been trampled our whole lives, manage to squirm like worms, then..."

After that, they believed the world would change.

Like the workers and peasants in the Toscana Empire, they believed they could live like humans.

Fabio must have seen them as drug addicts, intoxicated by false hope.

And in this world, countless people had died because they were drunk on such false hope.

"We can do it too."

Marx began actively using the agitator skills he learned from Fabio.

"We are just peasants and workers. In the eyes of the higher-ups, we are no better than insects, less than grasshoppers! But don’t you see? When grasshoppers swarm, they become a natural disaster that no one can handle!"

Everyone could relate to that.

There was no one living here who didn’t know the threat of a locust swarm.

"We must unite and make our voices heard. Just ask for a little reduction in work hours, just a slight raise in wages! Let’s show that we are loyal subjects of His Majesty the King!"

Everyone cheered at those words.

With confident voices and eyes filled with certainty, and an attitude as if they were ready to face ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ life and death together.

They felt that if they followed this man, they would grasp a new hope.

"Raise your hammers and sickles. Let’s unite our strength. Then our dreams will come true."

Marx raised his fist toward the sky and declared.

"I do it for everyone, and everyone does it for me!"

One month later, large-scale destruction occurred in the northern Lyon Kingdom.

And though scattered, other regions also experienced acts of destruction.

Using the information gap, Fabio’s agitators had spread rumors that discrimination had been abolished, and those who believed it followed suit.

The high-ranking officials of Lyon Kingdom made the mistake of suppressing it with force...

And everything was being manipulated by Fabio.