The city of London is always so lively.

The fire more than 20 years ago, although it destroyed London, but also made the plague that once ravaged here disappear, and the reconstruction after the fire also made the city the most gorgeous city in the whole of Europe.

It was in that fire that the city became the most palatial looking city in Europe. However, the superficial magnificence cannot hide its essence, and it is impossible to try his essential decline.

Even now, the streets are littered with human and livestock droppings, but the real shock is probably the hungry, yellow-skinned beggars, who have lost their land in the rebuilding process of London, and as the city is completed, more and more people have lost their jobs, and more landless peasants and their families have come to the city, living in the slums of the city, living in the dark corners.

As a carriage passed through the slums, the beggars who had been begging around the carriage cowered on the side of the road, looking at the carriage with fear, a carriage with a noble insignia, and if they embraced it, they would probably be killed.

"It's like hell!"

Looking out the window at the slums, John Churchill thought silently. Although it is still some distance from the slums, many beggars can still be seen here begging and begging for handouts from good people.

Soon, he got out of the car and walked down the street, although many beggars saw this decent man, but the aura on his body made many beggars dare not approach.

As the streets become more and more crowded, the stench grows stronger, and the water on the ground, mud, and feces become more and more, the most real side of the city is fully displayed in front of him, here is the dark side of the city, and in this shadow hides the most vicious and terrible animals of the city. The animals that hide are murderous and lowly.

In the tents made of rags on the side of the road, Churchill saw lowly creatures, many of whom were lying there with smoking guns and spitting smoke, and there were others next to each of them sucking in and spitting out smoke.

The people in the slums are poor, they all have nothing, everything here is ugly, pickled, foul-smelling, full of filth. The narrow streets were obscured by rags, and the light shone into the streets through the rags, so that Churchill could see the men, who looked like ghosts, and their faces were like grimaces, and many of them seemed to be suffering from leprosy, and were covered with scars, and even yellow pus could be seen flowing from them.

These ghosts just roam here, but among these ghosts, it is not without accident to find them.

Not far ahead, an extremely young girl stood in the ajar doorway. Sunlight shone in through the rags above and shone on her face. It made her look even paler, and it also made people see that she was thin, she wore only a dress, and her half-exposed body trembled. Her shoulders protruded from her skirt, her pale skin revealing her dirty collarbones, her eyes were blank, but her clothes were bold and lowly, and her body looked like that of an immature girl, her eyes dazed and desperate.

When the girl saw Churchill, her desperate eyes lit up with hope, for her, the arrival of the rich meant bread, warmth, opium.

Thinking of this, Churchill's heart trembled, and he looked at the girl, and he could see that this girl might have been born very well when she was a child. In her, the natural beauty struggled with the ugliness caused by depravity and poverty. But her appearance will soon be obscured by the ugliness of poverty, her teeth will soon be filled with dirt, and her body will be dry day by day.

Such people can be seen everywhere in London, in England.

"Sir, do you need service?"

Looking at Churchill approaching, the girl asked expectantly.

These superior people are here for nothing more than to meet their needs.

She walked over decisively and looked at Churchill with an expectant look. Churchill looked at her, too, barefoot, with many patches on her torn skirt, shivering with cold, but still trying to show her attractiveness.

When the brief pleasure was over, Churchill, who had left the dilapidated house, saw that the girl was walking about the street without hesitation, regardless of the fact that she was not clothed. Her unwrapped, torn dress almost fell to her waist, and she was there to solicit guests.

At least seventy percent of the women in London are like her, having to sell their bodies to earn a living.

After emerging from the gloomy hell over there, Churchill returned to the sun. However, it was not quiet, let alone serene, in this sunshine, and the streets were crowded with people, crowded with people who opposed the king.

A man who looked rather decently dressed, stood in the middle of the crowd. There was anger in his tone, but his words were very coherent, and many people, both decent and dirty, and shabby, were gathered around him, listening to his speech, and it seemed that, at this time, he was the center of attention in everyone's eyes.

"King, what is he doing, he is plotting a plot with that Catholic bitch in the palace, what is he going to do? He was going to cede England to the French, to Louis XIV ......"

The decent man standing on the wooden box, with his cleverness and imagination, recounted how King James II had tried to collude with King Louis XIV of France, how he was going to re-establish England as a Catholic state, how he had betrayed the interests of England, and, of course, how the king's Catholic bitch queen had messed up the court, and of course, how the king would sweep away those who opposed him, and what vicious arrangements he had made beforehand.

Although most of these things were false, they listened eagerly, and every word he said caused a wave of curses against the king, and every curse he gave was a frenzied cheer of the people, and of course more of course a blind hatred of the king, and a curse against the queen. The people cursed the king and his queen, and even the first king Charles II, for allowing the despicable Duke of York to inherit the throne. Although all knowledge is known, Charles II converted to Catholicism before his death, and was succeeded by his younger brother James II. However, the House of Commons also rejected James II, as he had also converted to Catholicism.

In the past few years, and especially since last year, King James II has faced unprecedented resistance, and last year he issued the first declaration of freedom of religion, which aimed at complete freedom of religion. Although he had dissolved the Council a few years earlier, he had begun to lose his former allies as soon as he met with the Pope's delegates, seeing him as an enemy of the Protestants.

It was also from this time that half of England was opposed to him, even in the streets, and many were against him. Just now, in the London sun, speeches against King James II were going on, and no one stopped them.

Several demagogues repeatedly whispered:

"James II is even going to cede all England to the French! It's like he sold Dunkirk and Maddick to Louis XIV! ”

Others said:

"Not only that, but he even wants and forces all of us to follow a damn Catholicism. This is what the priest saw, and he was discussing it with the Jesuits......"

"James, he's a traitor to England! We can't accept such a king! ”

The crowd shouted angrily.

"James will definitely betray England,"

"Needless to say, like his brother, they were all great traitors, Charlie sold New York to the Celestial Empire, and James sold Dunkirk and Madwick to Louis XIV." ”

"These two scoundrels sold England to foreigners, and took our land to the Celestial Empire and Louis XIV in exchange for money for their own amusement......"

"We must not accept such a king!"

There was a patriot who shouted fiercer than anyone else.

"Go to the palace, go to the palace!"

The angry crowd shouted in unison.

The citizens shouted and ran faster, and they even raised muskets and brandished swords, and every man's eyes flashed with fire. Along the way, mobs continued to join them, and of course, many thugs took advantage of the opportunity to loot, and it seemed that this was an extremely rare opportunity for them.

However, when these atrocities began to be staged, the platoon of horsemen who were guarding the vicinity of the palace stood calmly, and they sat on their horses and stared silently ahead. Their cold attitude was more daunting than the shouting, agitation, and threats of the citizens.

They stood motionless, their commander, the captain of the cavalry, now with his unsheathed sword in his hand, but with the tip pointing downwards and his eyes fixed on the front.

This team was a team guarding the royal palace, many of them were Catholics, and because of this, they repeatedly suppressed these rioters, and also guarded the royal palace, and for the king they were indeed a team of people to rely on. An army that helps the cavalry maintain order.

Opposite them, the agitators were leading the crowd in chanting incendiary slogans.

"Long live England! Down with the traitors! ”

"Down with the traitors, down with the king......"

Because of the cavalry present in front of them, the rioting citizens were somewhat restrained, but after a while they became more and more angry, and they even felt that the silence of the cavalry was a sign of some kind of cowardice. So, they took a step closer to the front, and the people who were in the commotion followed them one step forward.

At this time, the captain of the cavalry single-handedly met them, raised the sword in his hand, and then he frowned and asked:

"Hey, gentlemen, why are you coming to the front, and what are you going to do?"

The townspeople shook their muskets and shouted over and over again:

"Long live England! Kill the traitor! ”

"Down with ...... James"

"Long live England! Down with the king......"

Hearing the roars of the populace, the cavalry captain said to them.

"You damned guys, go back to your house now, you're committing a crime, if you go any further, I'll give the order to shoot......"

With that, the captain turned back and shouted to his soldiers:

"Brothers, get ready to shoot!"

The soldiers carried out his order accurately, and the townspeople and ordinary people immediately retreated in a panic, and the cavalry officer could not help but smile when he saw it.

"Hey!"

The cavalry captain sarcastically said in the tone peculiar to a man of military origin.

"Rest assured, you thugs, my soldiers will never shoot a single shot; However, you must not come any closer to the palace. ”

"Mr. Officer, did you know we have muskets too!"

One of the instigators yelled in the same rage.

"Do you have muskets or not, I have seen them a long time ago, we have put up with you for a long time, but I also want to ask you to pay attention, we have muskets here, there are many more than you, if you go further, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Kill the traitor! Long live England! ”

Once again, the angry citizens roared in unison.

"you! It's always the same way to call and call,"

The officer muttered.

"How dare you scold the king, you thugs."

With that, he returned to the front of the line and stood up again. There was more and more confusion around this road leading to the palace, and more and more people crowded over. Many more people took advantage of the chaos to loot roadside shops, and in fact, many of the people who participated in the riots were often ordinary people.

Unbeknownst to the angry populace, however, while they were shouting and pushing forward, the cavalry was dispatched at the sound of an order, and the cavalry immediately whipped the townspeople with iron rods, driving them away, and although the townspeople had muskets in their hands, they were of no use at all, and soon a riot was dispersed, and the thugs in the streets disappeared, leaving only a mess.

John Churchill, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, as the king's most trusted minister, he had clearly felt the people's hostility towards the king, and he could also feel that the king's rule was being shaken a little bit.

Look at some of the blood stains left on the side of the road. His mood became heavier and heavier. He didn't care about the lives of those people. Rather, it was because he felt a strong hostility. In the face of such hostility, how long can the king hold out?

What should the king do if his rule cannot be sustained?

So he continued in the direction of the palace, as if he were anxious to meet his fate.