"We must realize that we will become a city on a mountain, and everyone''s eyes are looking at us."


    "Therefore, if we are false to our God in what we do... We will become legends and laughingstock all over the world."


    "We will make the enemy speak blasphemous words about God''s way! We will make many respectable servants of God ashamed! Turn their prayers into a curse on us! Until we leave the beautiful land we are going to..."


    On the podium of the assembly hall of the old North Church, a pudgy soldier in a general''s uniform is enthusiastically quoting the "model of Christian charity" written by John Winthrop.


    He is the American hero Paul Revere. He has a kind and round face. He can''t see any sharp edges and corners all over. He is like a good man everywhere in the countryside. He can''t even do business very well.


    People can''t judge by appearance. Maybe that''s what they say.


    At the age of 45, he is already an idol and example of American soldiers. He is famous for his decisiveness and action. He is a major general and commands the Corps.


    Now he is preaching to his new Legion.


    Under the podium were full of strong and neat young people. From the perspective of soldiers, each was the best choice.


    But Lorraine noticed that only about half of them were carrying long guns, and there was sadness on each face. Sadness mixed with piety and high spirited, and slowly blended into something called hatred.


    General revere should have noticed.


    When he preached high, the wind suddenly turned.


    "Cause will bleed!"


    "Today will bleed, tomorrow will bleed. You will bleed, and I will bleed."


    "Our business is a ship floating on the sea of blood. Without blood, our business will run aground and never reach the other side."


    "But ask yourself, young gentlemen, are you ready to bleed?"


    "If I''m ready, why do I see hatred on your faces?"


    "It is the enemy who hurts us, it is the enemy who oppresses us, and it is the enemy who enslaves us!"


    "Our Lord has enemies, those demons. In order to protect the goodness in our hearts, the war between the Lord and the enemy has never stopped. But will the Lord defeat them with hatred?"


    "No!"


    "God is the ultimate mercy and the eternal goodness in the world. He fights because fighting can bring hope to believers, not because killing can calm his anger!"


    "We are His believers! We will kill the enemy, fight and defeat every opponent standing in front of us. But the reason why we do this should not be hatred, there should not be hatred! It will only make us fall and narrow us!"


    "Our fight will bring freedom to Boston, our sacrifice, our blood, our future and life will build a great America, and the blood of every comrade in arms will not be wasted!"


    "Young gentlemen, please put down your hatred, expel the demons around you, and face your future battles with piety and kindness."


    "God was with the pioneers. I hope he can be with us, Amen."


    "Amen!"


    ……


    After the rally, the saint corps of the Boston Corps in northern Massachusetts was officially established.


    They will set up a camp in Kopp mountain to reflect with the old militia and the sons of Freedom Corps stationed in lighthouse mountain, or... Contain each other?


    The Bunker Hill Garrison and the Charles River formation are used to contain the pioneer Corps in the back bay, and the saints of Cape hill are used to contain the free son of Lighthouse hill?


    If not for the purpose of civil war, can such naive deterrence really achieve its purpose?


    Or is there a new secret about the so-called instability in the corner where Lorraine doesn''t know and doesn''t understand?


    Lorraine can''t guess thoroughly.


    After the rally, the spectators gathered and congratulated revere one after another.


    "A perfect sermon, Mr. revere. It would be a convincing speech even in the house of Parliament in Philadelphia."


    Jefferson introduced Lorraine with a smile.


    "This is Mr. Edward KENWAY, Baltimore''s best friend. He had never challenged the northern route before, but as soon as he heard that Boston needed help, he immediately rushed across the ocean and left the British far behind."


    Lorraine bowed and greeted him slightly.


    Revere''s round eyes flashed a worship light that was extremely inconsistent with his status.


    "Wow! Straight through the Drake Pirate Group, are you God''s own son?"


    Lorraine was neither laughing nor crying. Just about to explain, the hooked nose on the side interrupted first.


    "Paul, you are now the commander of the Boston Legion. Don''t talk about ignorance as before. It''s just a smuggling ship, penetrating the British Maritime defense? Straight?"


    Revere''s face flushed: "how can Mr. KENWAY come from the south to the North if he doesn''t cross the line of defense?"


    "Er..."


    An awkward silence.


    Look, Lorraine didn''t mean to defend at all. Jefferson whispered in his ear.


    "That''s Mr. Luke Hyman, the leader of the pioneer Corps. The pioneer Corps is the people''s army of Houwan, and the funds come from the Seamen''s Association. Therefore, although their army has only one regiment, it has its own escort fleet, with ten ships, one of which is a class IV ship."


    Hearing the class IV, Lorraine finally raised his eyebrows: "it seems that there is no class IV in the Charles River formation?"


    "There are only two class five ships, but they are new ships from Baltimore."


    "That''s a pity... After all, in the eyes of landless ducks, the gun gate is the representative of strength."


    Jefferson could only smile bitterly.


    While they were chatting, the only tall and thin gentleman in the circle who didn''t speak reached out to Lorraine.


    "Roger kidariel, the commander of the army of the son of freedom." he briefly introduced himself. "I heard that you took a great risk to send him supplies of arms. Please believe that Boston will never forget this kindness."


    Lorraine shook hands with him suspiciously.


    Very strange.


    As a smuggler, it should have been a secret that the Continental Army bought guns from Lorraine and the saints received them.


    Who on earth did kidariel listen to?


    Whoever leaked the secret should have thought that it would put the Continental Army in danger of favoring one over the other.


    If the people''s army in Boston does not oppose, this accusation may cause dissatisfaction. If the opposition is already there, such centrifugal behavior will give them great handle


    Paul Revere? Or Jefferson or someone from the mainland military?


    Lorraine decided not to admit it, pretended to be deaf and turned off the topic.


    He looked at the beautiful lady behind kedalir.


    "I heard from the governor that today was a gathering of the strong forces in Boston. I didn''t expect that Mr. kedalir brought his beautiful wife."


    "Madam?" kedalir smiled faintly. "Mr. KENWAY misunderstood. Miss tracia is my daughter''s tutor. I heard that Mr. KENWAY is from Louisiana. I''m worried that you can only speak French. I''ll trouble miss KENWAY to act as an interpreter for me."


    "Translator? Is miss tracia French?"


    "Netherlander, but it doesn''t prevent me from understanding French, does it?" sig put on a sweet smile, took a small step from behind kidariel, turned to him, raised his skirt and bowed to Lorraine. "Sigrit Christina tracia says hello to you."


    "Sigulet Christina tracia..." Lorraine frowned back. "Your name is not much, Netherland."


    "Austrian Netherland."


    "That''s why it''s Netherland, not Holland, isn''t it?"


    "You really know something about Europe."


    Lorraine shrugged: "I just heard some jokes from my business partners. It''s far from understanding. You flatter me."


    These conversations are both spoken in French, skillfully and accurately, mixed with some uncommon local slang and accents. Obviously, they have been immersed for a long time, and no one can find flaws in each other.


    The ceremonial conversation should be over here, but sig didn''t seem to want to let Lorraine go and asked with a smile.


    "Isn''t Mr. KENWAY good at English?"


    "Huh?"


    "Just now, Mr. kedalir thanked you for taking the risk to send arms to Boston. Even if you don''t mean to say it, you should also express your corresponding thanks."


    Lorraine''s head suddenly hurt


    "Arms..."


    "It was Massachusetts who asked for my personal help, just pulling a line in the middle." Jefferson waved his hand to join the regiment. "You know, the Puritan society is just a moral convention organization, not as sociable as the Union Chamber of Commerce in the Southern District and the Seamen''s Association in Houwan. Considering that it is all for our cause, I asked Mr. KENWAY to come this time."


    "So it is..."


    Intrigue, intrigue, no familiar Carmen around, and the most unspeakable secret spread out in front of his opponent. Lorraine felt extremely hard.


    Fortunately, Jefferson has a profound script and can still give appropriate assists even without prior practice.


    After the conversation, Lorraine got on Jefferson''s carriage tired, leaned against the window and sighed.


    Jefferson shook his head and closed the door.


    "Mr. revere was born as a son of freedom, and the formation of the saints'' regiment also relied on the strength of the old, which is my negligence."


    "The delivery must be made in advance..." Lorraine whispered. "Mr. governor, is that miss tracia really a tutor from Austria Netherland?"


    "What''s the matter?"


    "I don''t know. I always think... I should have seen her."


    The same doubts haunted Seager.


    Coming out of the old North Church, she broke up with kidariel and went to the Wesley Street Florist not far away.


    Now is not the time to meet, but because of the recent assassination, she knew someone would be waiting for her here.


    Sure enough, she just arrived soon, and a light whistle came out behind her.


    "Beautiful lady, would you like to have a drink with me?"


    Seager spat coldly. "Will you go to bed after drinking, Mr. Ryan?"


    Ryan''s face turned pale. "Let''s go. I''ve passed those years. Now I''m not interested in fencing."


    "Really..." Seager seemed to have some regrets. "Did you get anything this morning?"


    "We found something interesting with the three accomplices who escaped."


    "What?"


    "At the Mary Daya chapel in the Southern District, a missionary spread the color revolution among slaves. The missionary''s name was... Ivan King Rashid."


    "Revenge... Rashid? Revenge on Rashid?" Seager''s face became wonderful. "Black? Indian?"


    "The Indian seems to have been hanged? The black man disappeared on the night of the tragedy." Ryan laughed to death.


    Seager slapped him on the forehead. "Yes, I remember. What''s his name? Ryder Leonard Richard Jed?"


    "It''s sander..."


    "Sander! Yes, the son of the chief, the brother-in-law of the trafficker, the head of the perishing tribe, the expert who uses the sugar press, is that clever young man!"


    "Do you want to kill him?"


    "Take it away... It''s no trouble," Seager frowned. "By the way, there''s a smuggler named Edward KENWAY. Go and find out where his ship is right away."


    Father Ryan was puzzled: "did sander even have a boat?"


    "It''s not the same thing." Siegel paced quickly, back and forth, "kidariel said that a large number of arms have to be armed to the saints'' regiment these two days, but they haven''t been delivered yet, so the goods should still be on board."


    "Sander is a variable and must be removed, otherwise it''s unsafe to stay in Boston. The saints are also a variable and can''t watch them armed..."


    "I suddenly have a good plan to kill two birds with one stone..."