Is the Evil God Me?

Continental Calendar, 1918, September 15.

This is a day destined to go down in history.

A peaceful march broke out in Stim, the industrial center of Albion. More than 100,000 people took to the streets to vigorously call for peace. Workers, businessmen, farmers, students, and company employees all spontaneously joined in. On the same day, the [Steam City] municipal government declared a state of emergency, calling on people to stay sensible and not let the parade get out of control.

The next day, a parade of the same level broke out in the capital of Gaoen, and the White Maple Palace made preparations in advance to respond to peace because of the reminder of the third princess.

On this day, King Gao En was full of doves of peace.

Under the telegram, the entire continent heard the expectation of peace in the core area of ​​human civilization, as if it had inherited the human spirit of the soldiers on both sides of the Winter Spirit Festival in 1917 to automatically lay down their weapons, whether they sincerely hoped for peace or had other plans. , at least this long-suppressed outbreak of public opinion is unstoppable.

On September 17, in response to the two large parades, large and small cities in the member states of the two camps also broke out. From the map, it was like a plague spreading from one point to another.

On September 18, a letter from the frontline soldiers who were extremely war-weary was published on the Steam Newspaper and was reprinted wildly by major newspapers. For the first time, people intuitively realized that the post-industrialized hot weapons caused serious damage to the soldiers’ souls. On the same day, the Hopps Federation, which was extremely disadvantaged on the battlefield, remained silent with difficulty.

On September 19, the Hopps Federation requested a decent surrender, and the Roman Kingdom in the far east of the shrunken continent began to abolish serfdom.

Peace, finally came amid this kind of bumps and tumbles.

The first outbreak of the collective will of this era by later sociologists is called: Bright Awakening.

This is the first time that the entire human civilization has independently pursued a greatness without the impetus of the gods. The voice of human thought has finally begun to sprout under the gradually abundant material foundation after industrialization, just like a child realizes that he has finally grown up, and starts to open his eyes to this world that is still far from the dawn, but this is it meaning.

For researchers who traced this history, the most primitive data was a photo.

A photo taken at the peace conference that triggered the bright awakening, but it is a pity that the photo has been seriously blurred, which makes people wonder what kind of style the gunshot was in that dark and chaotic history.

[Steam Capital], 404 Blue Street, Clerical Office.

It was a busy scene, and everyone had at least one file stacked on their hands.

In fact, this exaggerated scene is a matter of course. For the documents of any institution, the most troublesome thing is not the difficulty in action, but the sorting and filing after a project is over.

The cumbersome paperwork, involving every aspect, can make the blood pressure of the paperwork increase infinitely. And Lynn has been suffering in this high blood pressure **** for four days.

What is the specific reason...

"Mr. Lynn, please check the blood stains from A1 to A5 on the scene."

"Wait a mininute!"

Lynn, who was being questioned by a group of clerks, took the time to raise his head and shout, and then quickly lowered his head to explain some terms and shorthand standards in his records to the surrounding colleagues. Because of height problems, little gentlemen often had to raise his head with difficulty. Check again and again if they understand.

Lin En didn't even have time to sigh. He was holding seven paper records in his hand waiting to be verified, and there were at least two major files to be filed. And this is all because his overly detailed paper report four days ago was favored by His Excellency the Minister, and he was directly named and encouraged to use it as a template for the [Lamp Holder].

Colleagues also wanted to learn this skill. With Mr. Clark's permission, Lynn became the core of the clerical office, treating other people as an extension of his body like a brain.

What Lynn did was very bumpy, but she did a good job.

As for promotion to extraordinary?

Haha, Lynn, who is as busy as a dog, has selectively forgotten.

But Lynn forgetting, doesn't mean other people will forget. When Mr. Bill came to the clerical office with a bright face, and saw Lynn like a team leader, with a bunch of clerks in the big office, he was very methodical in handling the information, he leaned on the door and shouted with a playful expression.

"Little gentleman, have you turned this into the staff of the Northern Front? Get rid of your **** soldiers and run with your boots, Bill needs you, hurry up!"

Mr. Squint freed Lynn, who was a little dizzy, temporarily.

Lynn looked at Clark subconsciously.

There was also a leisurely Clark, who suddenly jolted and calmly supported his glasses.

"Mr. Clark, as my mentor and the one who knows my writing style best, I believe you can complete the next work."

"Lynn, can't you be considerate of a middle-aged gentleman's brain?" Seeing that Clark couldn't escape, he could only feebly accuse him of his bad behavior.

Lynn's current position is a well-deserved center, and the conductor must be as subtle as the band conductor.

Of course Clark can do it.

But this is what he used to train Lynn, why did he smash it back to himself? Clark began to wonder if he should blow Bill away first.

"Please." Lynn couldn't help but press the document in his hand towards Clark, accidentally messing up his stack of documents.

"Hey!"

Clark, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't take it anymore, and quickly raised his voice and started sorting out the documents, while Lynn took the opportunity to trot out of the clerical office. The clerks couldn't help laughing. The old man with obsessive-compulsive disorder was teased by the newcomers in the office. This is definitely the seasoning for a boring office day.

"Poor Mr. Clark." Bill outside the door was also laughing wickedly.

"Why don't you take pity on me as a minor?"

Lin En, who just came out, squinted his eyes angrily. This guy has come to the clerical office a lot these days to see him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, do you need us to pity you, who has been in the limelight in the newspapers?" Bill smacked his lips and shook his head, spreading out the steam newspaper under his arm.

A photo jumped to the center of the front page.

That was Lynn's warning with a gun, and Amiste's face was full of tenderness. This picture is perfect for all the expectations of the Albion, young gentlemen, gorgeous ladies, peace conferences, dangerous times. In the era of no portrait rights, Lynn's photos were once slaughtered and became a hot-selling wealth code for newspapers.

And his actions at a critical moment also protected Ziegler, the goddess of peace, and was praised by the newspapers as a knight who guarded the dawn of peace.

Sophia has bought all the format newspapers about Lynn in the past few days, and she talks about it excitedly at dinner every day, which makes Lynn feel ashamed, but the Albion people are good at it.

"Okay, why are you looking for me?" Lynn grabbed the newspaper in a little embarrassment. He didn't need a second person to remind himself that he had become a popular figure in the [Steam City].

"Of course, your promotion report, my little gentleman, don't you think that the potion will run into your mouth without applying for it?"

Bill's smiling expression flashed a trace of seriousness, and the statistics about Lynn's achievements have been completed.