Promotion Speech (Part 2)

If I were to start from the beginning, this would be an extremely long story. It not only belongs to him, but also to all the lives he has met. All the lives are intertwined, forming a broad river.

There is laughter, there is sorrow, there is joy, there is pain.

The gentle voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a hint of nostalgia and sadness. The listeners fell silent at the same time.

"Today is a rare opportunity, so let me chat for a while."

"I know that many of you came here because of the orders of the West Family. For this, you sacrificed your original lives and devoted yourself to this. It has nothing to do with your own will, but only to fulfill the orders of your superiors."

The crowd was silent. Yes, before coming to Guixiang City, they also had their own hometown, but they had to go deep into the dark fog.

The nobles protected the commoners, and the latter had to obey their orders. The bloodline was fine, but ordinary people were likely to pay with their lives. Even if they were not afraid of fighting, it did not mean they were not afraid of death. Mason's eyes slid across every silent face, and he felt the same way.

No matter he or they, they are all poor bugs pushed to the forefront by fate. They are forced to become strong before they get the right to choose.

"I know not everyone is a warrior, and everyone has the right to retreat in the face of death. But no matter what the reason, you are standing here."

"What I want to say is, thank you. Those who defended the line with their lives even though they were not bloodline people; those who knew they could not defeat the monsters but still used their bodies to resist the monsters; those ordinary people, those who gave everything for the West. You are the most respectable people."

In this world, death is always with us.

You have seen more corpses than anyone else in your life. In this situation, cowardice is understandable, and ordinary people who stand up deserve praise. His tone was soothing, as if he was chatting with a friend. His friendly attitude eased the tension of the crowd, and more and more people had the courage to look up at him.

"The establishment of Guixiang City is not the end. We still have a lot to do, but there is not much time left."

"We are facing black fog, monsters and pollution, death, disease and despair. It is too difficult for human beings to survive in this world. I cannot promise that everyone will see the dawn, but I can promise that I will not surrender to the black fog, and I will not step on your blood for glory."

The young count took a deep breath and spoke sincerely to everyone.

"I swear to the World Tree that I will never let you down, nor will I blame you for retreating or being cowardly. If you are willing to stand by my side, I swear that I will never bring shame upon you; if you desire peace and tranquility, I will do my best to fulfill your wish."

"The black mist can take away our lives and crush our bodies, but it cannot make humans bow their heads. One day, our descendants will once again step onto the territory taken away by the black mist and gain the freedom to choose."

He bowed deeply to the audience, and when he stood up again, his face was full of determination. Everyone was touched to the bottom of their heart. Yes, who doesn't want to live a safe life, and who doesn't want to drive away the dark fog?

Mason's words hit the two types of people's mindsets accurately. No matter whether they fight or escape, it doesn't seem shameful. This makes the people's eyes soften. No one wants to follow someone who forces them to die.

I don’t know who shouted the first sentence in the audience.

"Mason!"

"Mason! Mason! Mason!"

"Mason! Mason! Mason!!"

This sound resonated, and more and more calls came together to form a huge wave of sound.

The young Earl was under the gaze of the crowd. The world tree in the depths of his consciousness swayed gently, making a pleasant rustling sound.

Mason exhaled lightly, then smiled and said, "Also, I have something exciting to announce. Starting today, Mr. Ham will join us. He is an excellent mechanic and will definitely bring great surprises to everyone."

Following the young Earl's introduction, the mechanic walked onto the stage. She was not alone, but was accompanied by a middle-aged man with an ordinary face. The latter wore an old, large coat, with deep features and a messy beard. The androids No. 2 and others stood up and bowed their heads in salute.

They were dressed in uniforms of the same color, like a silver ocean, shining in people's eyes.

A great creator, the inheritor of the technology of the pre-black fog era, the one who continues the life of the [lost city], all the androids pay him the highest respect.

Several visitors from the Mechanical City suddenly stared at the middle-aged man. Even in the Mechanical City, he was considered a veteran researcher and had studied the history of the Mechanical City to some extent. Looking at each other's faces, they all fell silent.

They had seen this face in records, exactly the same, without any mistake!

The crowd cheered loudly, but a few researchers in the Mechanical City looked solemn. If this was the real Ham, the times would completely change at this moment!

The long-lost technologies and research, the truth hidden in history, and the wise and intelligent minds. Some people are the most precious wealth as long as they are alive.

Ham stood on the stage. With Gloria's blessing, the current highest-performance android built a body for Ham that could move freely outside. On the one hand, he broke through his own technical limits, and on the other hand, he experienced the feeling of being alive again.

He had almost forgotten what the outside world was like. Now that he could feel the wind blowing across his cheeks again, the former researcher was overwhelmed with emotion. Mason stood beside him, laughing softly and asking.

“How does it feel to be out there again?”

Ham turned his head to look at him and smiled: "It's like being reborn."

"Then I'll leave what we discussed earlier to you."

Mason smiled softly as he watched the people from the Mechanical City trying to come over but being pushed further and further away.

He did it on purpose. The excited crowd didn't care about status. The longer they waited, the better the effect. He deliberately let Ham come out at this time in order to lift the mechanical city.

It's not easy to come to the Suspended City, wouldn't it be a pity to leave like this? Now that you're here, don't leave. The Mechanical City is here, which just makes up for the problem of the newly occupied territory being too large and the lack of manpower.

Ham glanced at the crowd and agreed to the deal: "You guys are mean, but I like it. Leave it to me."

Although they are both members of the Mechanical City, Hamm does not oppose them. He despises the idea of ​​mechanical transformation from the bottom of his heart. Transforming oneself into a machine can improve the shortcomings of human nature? What nonsense!

The old man from his time as a mechanical modification activist is no longer with us. This time he wants to see who else will argue with him about those heresies!

Seeing the middle-aged researcher approaching them with great momentum, the people in the Mechanical City instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Why is there such a murderous aura?

......

The brief introduction was over quickly, and Ham said that he wanted to build relationships with the people in the Mechanical City. Mason quickly put the matter behind him and enjoyed the festive atmosphere.

Everyone has the popular strong liquor in the West. This spicy liquor that burns the throat can easily knock out a strong man. Before long, you can see a bunch of drunkards lying on the street, waiting for someone to recognize them and drag them home.

Mason was smiling, holding a cup in front of him. Morse's face appeared behind the cup.

"My Lord, would you like a drink too?"

Even Abner looked at him with a smile, expecting something good to happen. Mason couldn't refuse, so he had to take the glass. As soon as he smelled it, the spicy smell made his eyebrows tremble, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Drink it! If you are a man, you should drink it all in one gulp. Otherwise, you will be looked down upon!"

Abner pointed at the others, and Mason took a quick look and saw that they all drank it in one gulp. What do these people taste like? He swallowed his saliva and closed his eyes before gulping it down.

Morse suppressed his laughter and said, "They are all used to drinking this kind of wine. My Lord Earl, you can't drink so much, it will..."

Before he could finish his words, the young man in front of him fell down limply.

Morse's pupils trembled, and he looked at the wine on the table with doubt and tried to drink a glass. He looked at Mason, then at the wine, then at Mason, then at the wine again, with confusion written all over his face.

"This wine isn't bad, just one sip?"

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Abner finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and he picked up his unconscious son, and it seemed that he had to go to his wife's place for a visit.

With the experience of the original body as a lesson, Mason did not hesitate to control the other vests and prepare to run.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. As a count, no one dared to bother him except a few of his trusted followers, but other vests would be approached by others.

"Miss Machinist, would you like a drink?"

The woman wanted to refuse immediately, but when she turned around, she met a pair of eyes filled with expectation and anxiety.

"Are you the soldier from before?"

"Yes! Thank you for saving my life. I have always wanted to thank you."

The woman reached out to take the wine glass, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. Her languid expression did not change at all, and she just handed the glass back.

The soldier took the cup back carefully as if he had found a treasure and gave her a silly smile. The people behind him rushed forward impatiently: "And me! Thank you for saving me earlier!"

"And me, thank you for bringing my brother back earlier!"

The mechanic looked at the pile of cups in front of her with a tense smile. The soldiers looked nervous and asked cautiously, "Sorry, Miss Mechanic, are we causing you any trouble?"

"...Nothing."

The mechanic took the second cup and drank it.

Aurelius next to him turned around and ran without hesitation. With so many vests, he had to leave at least one survivor. But he was blocked by someone.

"What do you guys need?"

The women in front of him had dark skin and strong bodies, like proud roses in the sand. They raised their wine glasses with a clear purpose, not afraid of the murderous aura he carried.

"Mr. Aurelius, would you mind having a drink?"

Oleus glanced behind them, and countless dangerous glares flew over. The red-haired young man paused for a few seconds and showed a brilliant smile.

"Of course, who would reject a woman as good as you?"

What else can I do except agree?

Mason really underestimated the influence of himself and his vests. That night, no one was spared except Gloria.