Chapter 433

The silver swords held high in the air exuded an incredibly powerful aura of slaughter, causing the onlookers to feel a chill run down their spines.

This painting was clearly the work of an expert. Every single detail was extremely lifelike, and the aura of slaughter and weapons assaulted the onlookers.

However, the man could not help but feel a little puzzled. Why would these incredibly powerful knights directly attack the tightly shut castle gates? This was basically suicide. No matter how powerful the knights were, they would not be able to directly break through the incomparably thick castle gates.

The man's gaze involuntarily fell on the black-robed knight who was leading the charge.

Everyone else was dressed in silver armor, and only he was wearing a black noble robe with silver edges. However, his head and limbs seemed to be covered in a layer of black armor, reflecting a pitch-black metallic luster under the sunlight.

What a strange knight!

The longsword he held high in his hand was also longer than the other knights'. Although it was not extravagant, it had a simple and majestic aura of a king.

This clearly extraordinary black-robed knight raised the longsword in his hand high. The black warhorse beneath him was far taller and more majestic than the other warhorses, and it was covered in silver-black armor. Its slender and powerful hooves moved, and it was far ahead of the knights behind it, charging quickly towards the castle gates.

Under the artist's brush, the black-robed knight and the entire group of knights did not give off a tragic and desolate feeling, but a sense of sharpness and certainty of victory!

The black-robed knight had an unstoppable and valiant aura, as if as long as the longsword in his hand fell down, he would be able to split open the castle gates and lead the group of knights behind him into the castle!

Moreover, the entire oil painting was extremely realistic, as if it was not a figment of the artist's imagination, but something that really happened.

All of this seemed to have taken a long time to describe, but it actually happened in a flash of thought. Only a few seconds had passed since the man opened the door and entered the room.

The man, whose attention was drawn by this incredibly realistic yet incredibly bizarre oil painting, quickly recalled his objective. He hurriedly set aside the doubts in his heart, collected his thoughts, and looked below the oil painting at the young man sitting behind a solid wooden desk.

The man, who was already over forty years of age, did not show any neglect because of Chen Mo's age. Instead, he very respectfully and solemnly bowed towards Chen Mo, speaking respectfully.

"Sir, it is my honor to receive your audience!"

Seeing the man's performance, Chen Mo was rather satisfied. He nodded lightly, speaking slowly, neither too fast nor too slow.

"Sit!"

"Thank you, sir!"

The man bowed again to thank Chen Mo, then walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

"How's the situation on the Republican side?"

Chen Mo took the lead and asked casually.

"Sir, after two years of development, the strength of our Republican Party is no longer weaker than the Democratic Party, and we have a firm foothold in the Congress."

Chen Mo could feel the restlessness in the man's heart, and when he thought about the current political situation in America, he quickly understood the man's objective.

"So, you want to compete with the Democratic Party for the presidential candidate this time?"

Although Chen Mo's words were filled with doubt, his tone was very certain.

Seeing that Chen Mo had seen through his thoughts, although the man was surprised, he still nodded and said.

"Yes, sir! We have the ability to compete with the Democratic Party now! "

Looking at the tall and thin man in front of him with a face full of confidence, Chen Mo lightly shook his head.

"Lincoln, do you think slavery can be abolished peacefully?"

That's right, the tall and thin man sitting in Chen Mo's study was the leader of the newly formed Republican Party, Chen Mo's spokesperson, and also the future greatest president of America, Abraham Lincoln!

Hearing Chen Mo's question, Lincoln answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Of course not. You once said that slavery is the economic foundation that the southern plantations rely on to survive, and those southern slave owners will never give up their fundamental interests!"

Chen Mo lightly nodded. This was a fact that he had clearly conveyed to them a long time ago, and it had long been accepted by everyone. Today, no one in the Republican Party was delusional enough to resolve the issue of slavery peacefully.

"Then, do you think that the people of the country are now ready for war?"

Chen Mo raised his head and looked into Lincoln's eyes as he asked in a low voice.

"This?"

Lincoln, who was originally full of confidence, was stunned by Chen Mo's question. Under the interrogation of Chen Mo's sharp gaze, he suddenly began to doubt whether his original thoughts were correct.

Moreover, previously out of respect, he had not carefully sized up Chen Mo. Now that he met Chen Mo's gaze, Lincoln suddenly realized that the young capitalist sitting in front of him actually had a pair of incomparably deep, pitch-black eyes that seemed to be able to see through one's heart, containing infinite wisdom.

Under the gaze of this pair of eyes, Lincoln only felt that all of his thoughts seemed to have no place to hide. It was no wonder that Chen Mo could so easily see through his thoughts.

With great difficulty, Lincoln finally extricated himself from Chen Mo's gaze and listened to Chen Mo continue.

"Right now, we do indeed have a firm foothold in Congress, and we effectively represent the interests of the northern business owners and the western farmers and ranchers. However, the votes are held in the hands of all the citizens!"

Chen Mo's words caused Abraham Lincoln's eyes to involuntarily tremble.

"Our attitude towards slavery has always been very firm. If our party's people are elected, they will definitely take strong measures on the issue of slavery. A war between the north and the south could break out at any time."

"This is not what the ordinary people want to see!"

Without waiting for Lincoln to speak, Chen Mo added another sentence.

"At least not now!"

At this point, Chen Mo paused for a moment, glanced at Lincoln, who was deep in thought, and continued.

"The Democratic Party's election platform has been announced. They promised people from all walks of life to maintain economic prosperity and stability. They called for unity between the north and the south to safeguard the unity of the country. They repeatedly stressed that the Republican Party's victory would mean the dissolution of the Union."

"Do you think that the Republican Party, who proposed a radical anti-slavery platform, can win?"

After listening to Chen Mo's words, Abraham Lincoln's expression couldn't help but become serious. He raised his head and looked at Chen Mo, his voice heavy.

"Sir, is there something wrong with our program?"

Chen Mo gently shook his head.

"Our platform is not wrong, but the timing is not right. The current situation in the country is not fully mature. The harm of slavery has not yet been deeply understood by the majority of the people. The people are not yet ready for war."