Mystery: Paradox Path

Saturday, December 3, 1350.

Due to the days of war, the once prosperous Backlund has completely fallen into a state of depression. Sadness and pain seem to be contagious, passing on everyone's faces. Some people are mourning for the relatives and friends who died in the previous air raid. Some people are worried about their relatives on the battlefield, and some people are just worried about the rising food prices again.

In silence, they walked out of the house and gathered towards the nearby square, because today, the King of Loen, George III, is going to give a speech.

Ordinary civilians didn't know what this speech was going to say, but out of the majesty of the king and the soldiers who went door-to-door, it didn't seem like they were going to be reasonable. It merges into a stream and eventually flows into a lake called the square.

Not only Backlund, in the major cities of Loen, there are many civilians gathering in the local square. Of course, in some remote areas, the requirements are not so strict——

If you have a radio you get from a newspaper subscription, you can listen to it at home.

A soldier in red clothes and white trousers, wearing a metal backpack and holding a large-caliber steam rifle, was guarding around the square. Their vigilant eyes were not as simple as guarding a square.

Compared with the square guarded by only a pair of soldiers, the Memorial Day Square in the West District has been surrounded by the kingdom's most elite guards. Today, in the most prestigious square in Backlund, George III will personally take the stage. , delivering his speech, and in the audience, is the most honorable class of Ruen.

With the arrival of nine o'clock, George III climbed to the high stage on time. He wore the traditional court dress of Ruen, with a crown from the Balam Empire on his head, and started his speech——

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, the ruler of Ruen, East Balam, and the Rhodes Islands, George Augustus III."

Through the microphone, his voice was converted into an electrical signal, and under the control of a special person, it spread throughout Backlund.

Under the influence of his extraordinary ability, that highly provocative speech infected all the people who listened, and the small sobbing accompanied by sad emotions began to spread, converge, and turned into a huge emotional resonance.

Audrey restrained her emotional fluctuations and looked away from the king, but she was thinking about one thing—

Mr. Devil, there is only one substitute.

Although the stand-in can be almost fake, but as a senior psychiatrist,

Audrey can be sure that it should be just a clone, and the real Mr. Devil has disappeared for a long time.

Not only in public, but even the Tarot Club has been asking for leave continuously, which made her feel a vague sense of unease.

"Mr. World seems to attach great importance to today's speech, and Mr. Devil seems to have signed a contract with the royal family for some reason..."

Audrey had a very bad premonition in her heart, and she always felt that these two things might bring huge problems to today's speech.

Just when Audrey shifted her attention, the serious and old-fashioned George III with a moustache finished the first paragraph and said solemnly:

"Let's here a moment of silence for our heroes, ladies and gentlemen, with me in your heart:"

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the dead heroic spirits find peace, and may they be eternal in their own kingdom of gods."

...

"Hehe, you did a good job..." Snow, who had changed his clothes, adjusted his tie. Beside him, Prince Edsack, who had recovered his manhood, and Triss, who looked awkward, exchanged views. Glancing at each other, they separated again, and an atmosphere incompatible with the scene seemed to spread.

"I want to show affection and wait until I go home." Snow rolled his eyes, threw a spell to Edsack, and used his eyes to stop the "who is showing affection" debate between the two. Take a deep breath and say:

"Go get ready."

"Got it." Edsack was in the midst of the excitement of "the general situation is complete" at this time. Holding the spell, he walked in the direction of the MI9 defense member. Seeing his high-spirited appearance, Triss bit the bullet. Teeth clenched, anger rising.

"Okay, the ability of the no-dark person can discharge characteristics. When you find the iron-blooded knight, it's a big deal to get rid of the witch of despair and drink it again, but you have to be a queen for a few years to stabilize the situation." Snow mumbled casually, especially There was a flash of light in Liz's eyes, she nodded and said:

"I will!"

"What are you thinking, I'm joking!" Snow's mouth twitched slightly, but when he saw that Triss had disappeared, he couldn't help laughing secretly. He glanced at "George III" who started speaking again, but the smile in his eyes instantly changed to killing intent-

"There is actually a very simple way to stop the ritual."

Saying that, he took out a bottle of potion that had been prepared and drank it in one gulp.

Schrödinger's cat, first drink the medicine, then die, if it succeeds, it will live, if it fails, it will die.

Feeling that the potion was frantically transforming his body, Snow did not have any idea of ​​stabilizing his mental state. His spirituality evaporated rapidly. Before you pay attention, it has fallen into decline.

Feeling that the shadow of order was already activated, Snow jumped out and lifted the cognitive barrier on his body. At the same time, his fingers pressed the button on his waist...

"Crack..."

"I will lower the property requirements for suffrage again, and will hand over more rights to..."

Just when Qiao San gave a passionate speech, he suddenly remembered that an incongruous note suddenly interrupted his speech. The music had a clear source, but it seemed to be resounding in all directions, for a while. , those notes even passed through the microphone, through the broadcast, through the radio, to every corner of Ruen.

(bgm: lock me up)

Almost instantly, all the people in the square turned their attention to the source of the sound, which was a man in a blue shirt, a yellow vest, and a red coat.

His face was painted, red nose, blue eye sockets, and the corners of his mouth were split and raised uncomfortably.

A clown, an extremely eye-catching, extremely eye-catching, extremely crazy clown.

"Quick, stop him!" Although he didn't know why such a clown suddenly appeared, the guard who had been standing in the post immediately issued an order to MI9 through the wireless device.

But at the moment when they got up, a voice suddenly followed their communication equipment and entered the ears of every MI9 member nearby——

"In the name of Augustus, I order you to retreat!"

The guard at the sentry turned back suddenly, but saw a man who should have died long ago——

Edsack Augustus.

And in his hand, a spell has just turned into light, and its activation spell seems to be...

"Steal the day."