Lord of the Mysteries

Earlier in the morning, Earl Hall woke up at the time he was most accustomed to and took a walk in his garden and lawn.

When he finished reading the beloved purebred horses, he returned to the third floor of the villa and changed out clothes. His wife, Caitlin, had also got up and was telling the maid to communicate the arrangement she had just thought of.

"It's time for breakfast." Count Hall stood beside the coat rack, smiling to his wife.

Just then, he heard a noise from outside, and it was getting closer and closer, without calming down.

Frowning slightly invisibly, Earl Hall glanced sideways at his bodyman.

No need for the big aristocrat to speak, the close-fitting manservant immediately walked to the window and pulled open the remaining layer of tulle curtain.

After the brush, more light shone into the bedroom, clear.

The man-in-law immediately cast his eyes out the window, glanced left and right, and his expression suddenly became dignified.

He turned back, glanced at the countess who was still talking to the maid, walked quickly to Count Hall, and lowered his voice:

"March! Many people are marching!"

procession? Earl Hall is no stranger to this term. As the great aristocrat of Rune and the second largest shareholder of the coal and steel coalition of Conston, he has seen many workers gather to march, demanding that weekly wages be increased, and the maximum labor time be regulated. In the past two months, Bakerland also had several demonstrations and protests due to various problems, but they were soon quelled and did not have any impact.

His eyes moved back and forth for a few seconds on the maid's face, and Count Hall's eyes narrowed slightly, keenly aware that today's parade might not be the same as he had imagined.

He walked calmly and came to the window.

At one glance, Earl Hall's eyes suddenly freeze.

With the advantage of being on the third floor, he saw that the people on the distant road were crowded with black people. They gathered together and rushed in this direction, just like a huge cloud covering Beckland.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts of tens of thousands or more gathered together, gradually becoming louder and clearer, and Count Hall's scalp was slightly numb.

When he participated in Mass and other activities on Memorial Day Square, he didn't see so many people and never heard a superimposed speech, but at that time, he was barely in the crowd and was part of the whole, and Today, he is one of the targets of that turbulent "tide".

Count Hall couldn't help looking at the back of the parade and found that there was no end at all, but he could make a judgment based on some of the details observed with rich experience in affairs.

He can see very few policemen and soldiers on both sides of the parade. Compared with the large crowd, it is like a wave of waves caused by the tide, which is extremely small.

Earl Hall believes that the march against Queens will surely be the most powerfully controlled, and that there will not be a large number of soldiers and police sent over. The current situation can only explain one problem:

There are too many people participating in the parade!

So much so that soldiers and police are scattered too far!

A parade of more than 100,000 people? Maybe more than that ... the parade created by food shortages can turn into riots and snatches at any time ... it still looks very orderly ... is it because there are many organizers and leaders? Damn, MI9 and the major churches didn't find any signs? How could a parade of this size be organized overnight? Even if Beckland had turned into a powder keg, there would be many matches to ignite it! Count Hall flashed thoughts after thoughts, his expression more and more dignified.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts became more and more neat and louder, as if a tsunami appeared in the city.

At this moment, the maids and maids in the earl's mansion noticed the movement and came to the window and looked out of the gate.

Their faces turned pale immediately, as if they had encountered the flood of the **** and could not avoid themselves.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

Countless voices converged, and the black heads brought a strong sense of oppression.

Earl Hall suddenly awakened, subconsciously looking for someone to telegraph to the royal family, let them organize the army to come over and suppress.

But when he took a closer look, he found that many people in the parade were wearing military uniforms and were physically disabled.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The orderly soldiers watched the parade sympathetically while on alert, with their muzzles pointing at the sky.

Those people have their former comrades-in-arms, their parents, wives and children, their friends and neighbours, and a large number of living, like them, who just want not to starve to death, which makes them feel uncomfortable Full of sympathy?

Such emotions may only have occurred in the minds of five or six soldiers and policemen at first, but soon spread to almost everyone.

In the past, under the supervision of an officer's pistol, they would definitely accept all orders numbly, but now, many people think:

Which **** raises me and I will shoot him!

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

In a shout, Count Hall's face paled a little from the impact of the large crowd gathering.

He couldn't help looking back, looking at the guards and bodyguards gathered outside the house, looking at the extraordinary members of the night church who were responsible for protecting his family, and found that the reactions were different.

The guards and bodyguards were full of fear, the expressions of some extraordinary people hidden by him who had been hired had become quite serious, and the protectors of the Night Church had a lot of sympathy and compassion in their eyes.

To the church, I may be equivalent to a thousand believers, and there are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more ... Earl Hall has such an enlightenment instantly, and will bring to me what I was going to do before. What the consequences are clear:

Even if they are armed with teeth, only a small number of guards will not be able to fight so many marchers. Once a conflict broke out, the extraordinary members of the Night Church could not be expected, and their family could escape under the hired bodyguards. Even goddesses in Queens!

For the first time, Earl Hall experienced the power of so many people and the horror that so many people gathered.

Turning his thoughts around, he immediately turned his head and ordered the personal servant:

"Telegram to the Prime Minister and telegraph to other nobles, saying that I am willing to take the lead and donate most of the food!

"Please keep them calm!"

As the waves passed and exchanged, the nobles living in Queens knew the attitude of Count Hall.

The incumbent Duke Negan looked out of the window with a solemn expression, silent for a while, exhaling, and said to the male secretary beside him:

"Protect the mansion, give up the tough posture, and follow Count Hall.

"Also, let's set an example by the merchants who are hoarding grain!"

When the high society initially reached an agreement, with the response plan, Earl Hall finally fell back to his original position, and went to the restaurant to meet his family.

As he passed the restaurant door, he took a subconscious glance at the situation inside.

The wife stood at the window, looking anxiously outside; the eldest son paced back and forth, looking very angry and anxious; the daughter stood beside the wife, watching the parade procession moving forward very quietly.

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Misty Sea, "Future".

Capellaria stepped back to the deck on the splendid long bridge formed by starlight.

"Captain, you must be in charge of Frank this time!" Sailor Captain Nina rushed over and shouted.

Capellaa's melancholy and sad mood was broken, and she frowned slightly:

"What did he do?"

Nina said angrily:

"He asked me if I would have a child. He wanted to study how life was born and how the soul was born!"

"... Did you hit him?" Cadria was silent for a second.

"Hit!" Nina didn't hide it.

Immediately Gitaria looked at Frank, not far away, ignoring his nasal and swollen face:

"You should study the reproduction of fish first."

"Okay." Frank scratched his head and obeyed the captain's orders.

He immediately nodded at the pale, "bloodless" Heath Doyle that grew out of the cabin shadow:

"never mind."

Heath Doyle clearly relaxed:

"Yes, Captain."

After being so troubled by the crew, Jia Delia finally returned to the real world, rubbing his forehead and flying into the captain's room while they were not paying attention.

Then, she closed the place with magic, and took out the "wish lamp" which is also among the top in the "0" seal.

After completing the preparations, Jia Delia sat down at the desk, lowered her head, recited the honorable name of Mr. Fool in giant language, and reported to him about the Mysterious Queen.

Kline, who was surveying the terrain around the remains of the northern city-state with a horse lantern, tilted his head slightly, listened for a few seconds, and then followed the flow into the fog.

He immediately sat down on the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool" at the top of the mottled table, spreading his spirituality to the crimson star representing the "Hidden".

"The" Mysterious Queen "has preliminary clues to the pristine island, intending to leave the safe channel and conduct a long-term extensive search ...

"The primitive island was discovered by chance by Emperor Russell. It is likely that one of his nine secret mausoleums is hidden on it ... This is the only one that has not been found or destroyed. It is the hope of the Emperor's resurrection ...

"However, the soul of that primitive island seems to be worshipping the unknown power that originated from the starry sky. Just knowing the starry sky that will be polluted ... I must remind Ms. 'Hermit' and let her write to warn the 'Mysterious Queen' ...

"'Wishing magic lamp' ... 'Wishing magic lamp'? This '0' grade seal is in the hands of the 'Mysterious Queen' ... it is a combination of the extraordinary characteristics of the Miracle Master and the mysterious characteristics of the origin , Even the true **** can't smash ... "Klein just listened to" 0-05 "and immediately adjusted the angle of view to enlarge the image of the kettle-shaped golden" magic lamp ".

Suddenly, the wick of that "wish magic lamp" ignited on its own!

PS: On the first day of the first month, I wish you all a great year of the rat!