The silver longswords that were held high emitted an incomparably strong murderous aura, causing one to involuntarily feel a chill in their hearts.
This painting was obviously the work of a master. Every detail in the painting was extremely lifelike, and the murderous aura of the weapons assaulted one's senses.
However, the man couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. Why would these incomparably powerful Knights directly attack the tightly shut castle gate? This was simply suicide. No matter how powerful the Knights were, they couldn't directly break through the incomparably thick and heavy castle gate.
The man's gaze couldn't help but fall on the black-robed Knight who was leading the charge.
The others were all dressed in silver armor. Only he was wearing an obviously different noble robe with black bottom and silver edges. However, his head and limbs seemed to be covered by a layer of black armor, reflecting a pitch-black metallic luster under the sunlight.
What a strange Knight!
The longsword in his hand was also slender than the other Knight's. Although it wasn't gorgeous, it had a simple and majestic aura of a king.
This obviously extraordinary black-robed Knight held the longsword in his hand high. His black warhorse, which was far taller and more robust than the other warhorses, was covered in silver-black armor. Its slender and powerful hooves moved forward, leading the Knight behind by a large margin as he rushed towards the castle gate.
Under the painter's pen, the black-robed Knight and the entire Knight Regiment revealed not a tragic and sorrowful feeling, but a sharp and victorious aura!
The black-robed Knight had an unstoppable aura of valiance. It seemed that as long as the longsword in his hand fell down, he could split open the castle gate and lead the Knight Regiment behind him to rush into the castle!
Moreover, the entire painting was incomparably real. It didn't seem to be the painter's imagination, but something that happened in reality.
All of this seemed to take a long time to describe, but in fact, it happened in a flash. Only a few seconds had passed since the man opened the door and entered the room.
The man, whose attention was attracted by this incomparably realistic yet incomparably strange oil painting, quickly remembered his purpose. He hurriedly put aside the doubts in his heart, collected his thoughts, and looked below the oil painting, at the young man sitting behind a solid wood desk.
The man who was over forty years old didn't neglect Chen Mo because of his young age. Instead, he bowed respectfully and solemnly to Chen Mo and said respectfully.
"Sir, it's an honor to be received by you!"
Looking at the man's performance, Chen Mo was quite satisfied. He nodded his head lightly and said slowly, neither too fast nor too slow.
"Sit!"
"Thank you, sir!"
After the man bowed again, he walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat the chair.
"How is the situation of the Republican party?"
Chen Mo spoke first and casually.
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Chen Mo could feel the restlessness in the other party's heart. Then, he linked it to the current political situation in America and quickly understood the other party's purpose.
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The man was surprised that Chen Mo saw through his thoughts, but he still nodded and said.
"Yes, sir! We are now fully capable of competing with the Democrats! "
Chen Mo shook his head gently as he looked at the confident man in front of him.
"Lincoln, do you think slavery can be abolished peacefully?"
Yes, 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 the future greatest president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln!
Lincoln answered Chen Mo's question without hesitation.
"Of course not. You once said that slavery was the economic foundation of the southern plantations. Those southern slave owners would never give up their fundamental interests!"
Chen Mo nodded gently. 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 to solve the slavery problem peacefully.
"So, do you think that the people of the country are now ready for war?"
Chen Mo raised his head, looked into Lincoln's eyes, and asked in a deep voice.
"This?"
Lincoln, who was full of confidence, was stunned by Chen Mo's question. Under the interrogation of Chen Mo's sharp eyes, he suddenly began to doubt whether his original idea was correct.
Moreover, he didn't look at Chen Mo carefully before out of respect. At this time, when he met Chen Mo's eyes, Lincoln suddenly discovered that the young capitalist sitting in front of him had a pair of deep dark eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts and contained infinite wisdom.
Under the gaze of these eyes, Lincoln felt that all his thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide. No wonder he could see through his thoughts.
Lincoln struggled to break free from Chen Mo's eyes and listened to Chen Mo continue to speak.
"We now have a firm foothold in Congress and effectively represent the interests of the northern industrial and commercial owners and the western farm owners, but the votes are in the hands of all citizens!"
Chen Mo's words made Abraham Lincoln's eyes tremble.
"Our attitude towards slavery has always been very resolute in resisting it. If our party succeeds in winning the election, we will inevitably take strong measures on the issue of slavery. The war between the north and the south may break out at any time."
"This is not what ordinary people want to see!"
Before Lincoln spoke, Chen Mo added another sentence.
"At least not now!"
Speaking of this, Chen Mo paused for a moment, glanced at Lincoln, who was in deep thought, and continued.
"The Democratic Party's election program has been announced. They promised people from all walks of life to maintain economic prosperity and order stability. They called for the unity of the north and south to maintain the unity of the country. They also repeatedly emphasized that the victory of the Republican Party will mean the dissolution of the Federation."
"Do you think the Republican Party, who put forward a radical anti-slavery program, can win?"
After listening to Chen Mo's words, Abraham Lincoln's face became solemn. He looked up at Chen Mo and asked in a heavy voice.
"Sir, is our program wrong?"
Chen Mo shook his head gently.
"Our program is not wrong, but the timing is not right. The domestic situation is not fully mature yet. The harm of slavery has not been deeply understood by the general public, and the people are not ready for war."
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