Was he really captured by the king and made into a slave?"

"Are they dead? Aren't the Slave Acts repealed?"

"Can we still see them? There should be some alive, right?"

"..."

They subconsciously regarded the aristocratic Miss Audrey Hall as the authority, but they did not know that the other party had just learned about this.

For a moment, Audrey seemed to see countless negative emotions pouring in, but she herself had not yet completely recovered from the crisis of trust in the country. She took a deep breath and showed a strong comfort.

With a meaningful smile, he gently put his palm on the hand that tightly grasped his wrist, and said slowly:

"I don't know either."

"But everyone, they definitely want to see you live strong..."

…

Klein originally planned to return directly to No. 160 Berklund Street, but he remembered that Senator Macht and his family who had not yet arrived next door were praying to the goddess for purification, so he stopped on the street and prepared to slowly

Take a walk back.

So, as soon as he landed, he saw a huge chaotic fight taking place in front of him. The police and the people were fighting, the vendors' stalls and goods were scattered all over the ground, and the fruits were trampled into a disgusting black paste.

There are also people lying on the street with blood on their heads, no one cares about them.

Was there a demonstration? No, this was a riot... His pupils shrank.

"The rye bread with sawdust has gone up to 2p a pound!"

"If we can't buy cotton, we can't buy flour, we can't eat, we can only starve to death!"

Someone roared in the crowd, and everyone responded.

“But the country turned a blind eye!”

"Kings and nobles have abandoned us!"

Another clear voice came from a distance, it seemed to be a person standing high up:

"Have the financial subsidies that were claimed to be given to you actually reached everyone's hands?"

“What do those great philanthropists actually get from the materials and food they donate?”

"Does everyone really have no idea where the things that saved us have gone? Without these things, our families, and even ourselves, would soon starve to death here!"

Seeing that this improvised parade of stragglers was about to split itself, the Apostle of Desire was forced to stand in front of the stage. He spoke sonorously and powerfully while looking around vigilantly to see if there was anyone with a gun secretly aiming at him.

The Extraordinary One stared at him with hungry eyes, and his words gradually ignited even greater anger than before.

Suddenly, the Desire Apostle's eyes flashed, and everyone's movements stopped for an instant, and then turned to look at him strangely at the same time!

The Apostle of Desire was frightened and took a step back. He just fell off the box he was standing on and rolled out from under the feet of the crowd.

"It's really evil..."

Which demigod taught me a lesson?

The Desire Apostle touched his chest in fear, immediately turned around, hunched over and hid elsewhere.

No one paid attention to this episode. The parade had been driven by the overall mood, and neither chaos nor progress could be stopped.

"We should take back what belongs to us!"

"Our jobs, our bread, our bread!"

"Take back the bread!"

The crowd was excited, people roared angrily, trampled all the people who fell on the ground regardless of friend or foe, leaving a mess and bloodstains on the ground, and marched toward the West District in a mighty manner.

…

"Your Majesty, urgent report."

The brown-haired royal demigod approached George III who was taking a nap in the garden and whispered:

"Panadia, the 'Desperate Nightingale' of the Witch Cult, openly cooperated and instigated the people. Now more than 700 people gathered outside the West District, preparing to attack the Government District and Queens District. They were suspected of being bewitched by the Extraordinary, and

The number of people is still increasing.”

George III stood in the middle of the garden, like a shadow that could not be illuminated by light.

After listening to the demigod's report, he chuckled lightly.

"Have our rude and savage neighbors finally learned to be wise? We need to fight public opinion and awareness first."

The royal demigod lowered his head:

"The source of the radio has been cut off, and the channel can no longer be received. It is unclear whether it is the fault of the Fusac Empire."

"It doesn't matter. Remember, no matter what you say, you won't admit it. Does a long-standing cult organization want to slander the king of Loen with just one mouth?" George III touched his carefully trimmed beard and gently said

He smiled and said, "Let them gather wherever they like. Someone will take care of them for me. Go and inform Archbishop Valentine, and then issue a statement after the matter is over."

The royal demigods agreed and left in a hurry.

After half of the trip, the royal garden returned to silence. George III could not help but sigh as he admired the various rare and exotic plants in the garden alone.

"No one can stop me."

In order to ascend to the throne of God and become the "Black Emperor", I have worked hard for decades and paid countless prices in exchange for the acquiescence of the Seven Gods and the sacrifice of my children. Now it is the last step of success.

No one can stop me from becoming the "Black Emperor"!

"...The army has been assembled, and the day of battle will soon come. Then we will have to have a tacit understanding with the Church of Storms."

George III whispered to himself, then looked at the corner of the garden, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Mr. Zaratul, what do you think of the people gathered?"

A stone street lamp next to Him suddenly lit up, and the light cast a photo-like picture on a wall on the side.

Angry crowds gathered outside the West End.

They fought and fought with the soldiers, and there were also extraordinary people fishing in troubled waters, with loud gunshots.

However, many behemoths wrapped in metal suddenly appeared in the sky, and ammunition and machine guns fell like rain, covering them all in a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

After the film was shown, King George III smiled and admired the sky in the distance in a good mood.

TBC

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Chapter completed!