Chapter 90 "The Tide" (The First Day of the First Month, the Year of the Rat)

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

After he finished watching his beloved thoroughbred horses, returned to the third floor of the villa, and changed his clothes, his wife Caitlin also got up and was instructing the maid to convey the arrangement that he just thought of.

"It's time for breakfast." Earl Hall stood by the coat rack and said to his wife with a smile.

Just at this moment, he heard a commotion outside, and it was getting closer and closer, and it did not subside.

Frowning invisibly, Earl Hall glanced sideways at his valet.

Without the great nobleman speaking, the valet immediately walked to the window and pulled away the remaining layer of tulle curtains.

After a swipe, more light shone into the bedroom, making it clear.

The valet immediately cast his gaze out of the window, glanced left and right, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

He turned around, glanced at the countess who was still talking to the maid, walked quickly to Earl Hall, and said in a low voice:

"Parade! Lots of people marching!"

procession? Earl Hall is not unfamiliar with this term at all. As a nobleman of Loen and the second largest shareholder of the Constant Coal and Steel Consortium, he has seen many workers gather and march, demanding an increase in weekly wages and a maximum working time. In the past two months, Backlund has also protested several times due to various problems, but they were quickly subsided without causing any impact.

His eyes moved back and forth on the valet's face for a few seconds, Earl Hall narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly aware that today's parade might not be what he imagined.

He walked forward quietly and came to the window.

At a glance, Earl Hall's eyes suddenly solidified.

With the advantage of being on the third floor, he saw that there were people on the road in the distance. They gathered together and rushed in this direction, like a huge dark cloud covering Backlund.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts of tens of thousands or even more people gathered together and gradually became louder and clearer, making Earl Hall's scalp tingling slightly.

When he participated in the Mass and other activities in the Memorial Day Square, it was not that he had never seen so many people or heard the superimposed words, but at that time, he was barely in the crowd, and he belonged to a part of the whole. Today, he is one of the targets of that surging "tide".

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

The police and soldiers on both sides of the parade he could see were very small. Compared with the large crowd, they were like the waves stirred up by the ocean tide, extremely small.

Earl Hall believes that the parade against Queens will definitely be under the strongest control, and a large number of soldiers and police will not be dispatched. The current situation can only explain one problem:

There are so many people participating in the parade!

So much so that the soldiers and police were spread out too far!

A march of more than 100,000 people? Maybe more than that... A parade due to food shortages could turn into riots and looting at any time... It seems orderly now... Is it because there are so many organizers and leaders? Damn, haven't MI9 and the major churches found any signs? How could a march of this magnitude be organized overnight? Even if Backlund has become a powder keg,

To set it on fire, you have to strike a lot of matches! One thought after another flashed through Earl Hall's mind, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

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

At this moment, the servants and maids in Earl Hall's mansion sensed the movement and came to the window one after another, looking out the door.

Their faces turned pale immediately, as if they had encountered a flood that burst and they could not escape.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

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

Earl Hall woke up suddenly, subconsciously looking for someone to send a telegram to the royal family and ask them to organize an army to suppress it.

But when he made further observations, he found that many people in the parade were wearing military uniforms and were physically disabled.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The soldiers who maintained the order watched the parade sympathetically as they watched, their guns pointed at the sky.

Among those people are their former comrades-in-arms, their parents, wives and children, their friends and neighbors, and a large number of living people who, just like them, just want not to starve to death, how can they not feel pity , full of sympathy?

This kind of emotion may have only arisen in the hearts of five or six soldiers and policemen at first, but it soon spread to almost everyone.

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

Which son of a bitch dares to let me shoot, I'll shoot him!

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

With a shout, Earl Hall's face paled a little under the shock of the large crowd gathering.

He couldn't help looking back, looking at the guards and bodyguards gathered outside the house, and at the Extraordinary of the Church of the Night who were responsible for protecting his family, and found that the two had different reactions.

The guards and bodyguards were full of fear, and the expressions of some of the Beyonders who were hired by him had become quite serious, while the protectors of the Church of the Evernight had sympathy and pity in their eyes.

For the church, I may be equivalent to a thousand believers here, and there are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more outside... Earl Hall has such a clear understanding in an instant, and he will bring about the things he was prepared to do before. There is a clear understanding of what the consequences will be:

Even if they are armed to the teeth, only a small number of guards can't fight against so many marchers. Once a conflict breaks out, the Extraordinary of the Church of the Night will not be able to hope that their family will be able to escape under the hired bodyguards. Queens is even blessed by the goddess!

For the first time, Earl Hall felt the power of so many people and the horror of so many people gathering together.

In the blink of an eye, he immediately turned his head and instructed the valet:

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

"Please keep calm!"

As the radio waves flew and exchanged, the nobles living in Queens all knew Earl Hall's attitude.

The current Duke Negan glanced out the window with a solemn expression, was silent for a while, sighed, and said to the male secretary beside him:

"Protect the mansion, give up the tough stance, and follow Earl Hall.

"Also, let's set an example for those merchants who are hoarding food!"

When the upper class reached a preliminary agreement and had a plan to deal with it, Earl Hall finally returned to his original position, and he had the spare energy to go to the restaurant and join his family.

When passing through the door of the restaurant, he subconsciously glanced at the situation inside.

The wife stood by the window, looking out worriedly; the eldest son was pacing back and forth, looking very angry and agitated; the daughter stood beside his wife, watching the procession move forward like a tide in a very quiet way.

…………

Misty Sea, "Future".

Cattleya stepped on the bright long bridge made of starlight and returned to the deck.

"Captain, you must take care of Frank this time!" Sailor Nina rushed over and shouted loudly.

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

"What did he do again?"

Nina said angrily:

"He asked me if I would have children. He wanted to study how life is conceived and how the soul is created!"

"...Did you hit him?" Cattleya said silently for a second.

"Hit!" Nina didn't hide it at all.

Cattleya immediately looked at Frank not far away, ignoring his bruised face:

"You should study the reproduction of fish first."

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

Cattleya immediately nodded to the pale "Bloodless" Heath Doyle who grew out of the shadow of the cabin:

"never mind."

Heath Doyle was obviously relaxed:

"Yes, Captain."

Cattleya finally returned to the real world after the crew made such a fuss. While they were not paying attention, she rubbed her forehead and flew into the captain's room.

Then, she sealed the place with magic, and took out the "Wish Magic Lamp" that was also ranked in the top of the "0" level sealed artifact.

After making preparations, Cattleya sat behind the desk, lowered her head, recited the honorary name of Mr. Fool in giant language, and reported to him about the "Queen of Mysteries".

Klein, who was surveying the terrain around the northern city-state ruins with a lantern, tilted his head slightly, listened for a few seconds, and then followed the procedure and entered above the gray fog.

He immediately sat down on the high-back chair belonging to The Fool at the top of the mottled long table, spreading his spirituality to the crimson star representing the Hermit.

"The 'Queen of Mysteries' has preliminary clues about the primitive island, and plans to leave the safe channel and conduct a long-term search on a large scale...

"That primitive island was discovered by Emperor Roselle by accident, and it is likely to hide one of his nine secret tombs... This is the only one that has not been found and has not been destroyed. It is the hope of the Emperor's resurrection...

"However, the creatures of that primitive island seem to be worshipping the unknown power originating from the starry sky, and just understanding the starry sky will be polluted... I have to remind the 'Hermit' lady and ask her to write a letter to the 'Queen of Mysteries'...

"'Wishing Divine Lamp'...'Wishing Divine Lamp'? It turns out that this '0' level sealed artifact is in the hands of the 'Queen of Mysteries'... It is a combination of the Extraordinary characteristics of the Miracle Master and the mysterious characteristics of its origin. , even the true gods can't be crushed..." Klein had just heard about "0-05", and immediately adjusted the angle of view and zoomed in on the image of the kettle-shaped golden "magic lamp".

Suddenly, the wick at the mouth of the "Wish Magic Lamp" ignited on its own!

PS: On the first day of the first lunar month, I wish everyone a prosperous Year of the Rat!