On the day of the festival, a cannon salute was fired as a signal to begin, and the carnival began.

From the central square, the five marching bands began to parade, the hired circus began to perform their stunts, the clowns performed all kinds of acrobatics and made all kinds of funny acts, and the cheerful music of the procession and the performances of the circus crowd succeeded in dyeing the streets with a festive atmosphere.

In addition to the five processions, the market also opened early, with merchants displaying all kinds of rare goods, and there were also small stalls selling their wares on the streets.

"Look, look!" Ania said excitedly to the two boys beside her, pointing to the juggling fire-eaters in the procession, only to see the other raise their torches and blow their mouths into them, and a long flame blew out.

The doorway here was naturally obvious to the three excellent students, but it did not prevent them from watching the performance, and at the moment on the second floor of the tavern, the three of them were sitting in the box enjoying the American style and the atmosphere outside the window.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" there was an exclamation from the street, and the three of them looked at it, and it turned out that the flame-breather had accidentally blown the flames onto the nearby shop banner and set it on fire, and before the flames could spread, a bucket of water was poured on it.

A Portia man wiped his sweat and handed the bucket back to the person who had just given him, and when he looked back, he found that it was actually a guard, and the two were stunned, then nodded invisibly to each other, and turned to leave. Go in the opposite direction.

It wasn't just the guards who escorted the procession, but also the rebels under Fox.

Scott is a native of Marston, and a dutiful guard, he has a dream of becoming a knight, although the current consul is a declining Portia nobleman, if it were not for the promotion of the Prime Minister, this declining nobleman would probably still be working his one-third of an acre of land at this moment.

But Scott had great respect for the consul, and during his years in power, the city had become more and more secure, and although the Equality Act had been issued at a very delicate time, he had recently heard that he had secretly made an agreement with the rebels that they would no longer obstruct the implementation of the Equality Act, and would help them, which was enough for the guards to respect him.

So it wasn't surprising when he heard the Archon say the day before yesterday that some of the rebels were going to join their patrols, but those Portians weren't Archons after all, and for Scott, their presence was an eyesore, but there was no reason for it.

As Augustus speculated, these people were just used to the discrimination against the Portians, as if they were supposed to be, but when they began to think about the reason, they found that there seemed to be no reason for themselves.

Realizing this, Scott began to consciously pay attention to the behavior of these Portians, and he felt that since these people could be called Nanban, there must be something barbaric.

The guards needed to follow the parade to ensure the safety and order of the marchers, and Scott was already a veteran of this kind of thing, generally dealing with traffic jams and preventing crowds from colliding with the processions.

At this time, he saw that the juggler who breathed fire accidentally sprayed the flames on the banner of the shop next to him, and the people on the street on the side shouted in panic, they had long been accustomed to this kind of mistake, and there was no need for anyone to command, so Scott immediately took the bucket full of water from the carriage that accompanied him, and handed it to the man standing under the burning flag.

With a wave of his hand, the man extinguished the water on the flag, and the guards who followed to carry the water stopped delivering water, and Scott took the bucket, just in time to see the man's appearance.

This is definitely a Portian, and a little familiar, yes, I saw it in the morning when I was in the detachment, this is a man from the Resistance, it seems to be called Hans.

The two of them were stunned for a moment when they saw each other, Scott thought it was a bucket handed over to his colleague, but he didn't expect it to be a Portian, and it was obvious that the other party was also a little surprised and surprised because he handed over the water.

Out of politeness, Scott nodded his head to show his approval of the other party.

"I didn't expect the Portia people to be quite useful, such a high banner, they can splash water directly there. A colleague next to Scott said.

"Ah, indeed. Scott replied absent-mindedly, if he usually thought he would not have handed the bucket to the wrong person, but this time he felt that these Portians were not as barbaric and unreasonable as the legend suggests.

The procession still has a long way to go, and the guards are not very tired, at first they thought that the clowns and acrobats were very good, and they could maintain order while enjoying the fun of the performance, but when the sun came up, they began to worry about whether these people would accidentally fall off the stilts or the ball, and hit themselves It was nothing, but it was not good if they hit the cats, dogs, and children.

However, the performers in the procession do not perform until dusk, each procession has a beautifully decorated float, where the tired circus performers will rest, and the guards are not treated so well, but the daily patrols will also last all day, so it is also common for the guards.

During this long march, Scott's eyes never took off the Portia man, and he found that it was not only him, but the other Portians who participated in the defense of the order along the way, and handled some things more easily than the other guards.

A child suddenly rushed into the procession, and the guards routinely carried the child to their mother, while the Portia man named Hans would pick up the child, make the frightened child laugh, and then send him back to his parents.

Or if a frightened horse appeared in the street, Hans would lead the men to the scene faster than the guards to subdue the out-of-control horses.

You must know that for this kind of dangerous horse that is out of control, the guards' usual practice is to kill them with spears, and in the end they just pay the other party some gold coins, and they don't need to risk their own lives to subdue the other party.

In comparison, what he does on weekdays can only be described as perfunctory, which makes Scott feel a little ashamed, he still remembers why he wanted to be a guard in the first place, his father used to be the captain of the garrison of the imperial capital, and he captured many criminals in the imperial capital, and every time his father came home, he would tell him about the process of catching criminals, and tell about the crimes of those criminals, which made Scott feel that those crimes deserved it, and he was more eager to be a guard.

Scott likes this kind of story of justice, and he also likes the little things that his father told him about helping civilians, and it is precisely because of his longing that he will yearn for it, and then actually implement it.

When did you start to become perfunctory? Was it because you were far away from home and came to this city that was so far away from home that you were so remote and unrelated that you were tired of the boring patrols day after day? Or was it because of the meaningless and never-ending arrests? Or was it simply that you were assimilated by the people around you?

The long-buried beliefs and ideas in Scott's body burned again, and a voice roared wildly in his head, "It's time for a change! It's time to do the right thing." ”

At this time, an accident happened, at this time the procession happened to come to a corner, the whole team needs to turn, to make the huge float in the parade smoothly turn, it is a very troublesome thing, and the float is high, the top often swings there, when walking in a straight line, there is no problem, but when you don't pay attention to the turn, it may topple.

Especially this ninety-degree bend.

First, a "squeak" sound came from the float, which was inaudible, but as the float moved, the surrounding people suddenly noticed something unusual.

Scott, who walked behind, felt that the float was a little tilted, and although the fancy top was still shaking from side to side, he felt as if it was moving a little more to the left.

A small decoration on the float fell, then two, three, and the bloated and tall body of the float began to tilt to the left, and it was clearly a frame made of hard black ironwood, which was actually bent in an arc at this moment.

"Hold on to the float!" Scott was the first to notice the problem, and hurriedly beckoned his colleagues to maintain the balance of the float.

The crowd on the street corner escaped the fall of the float and dispersed, and the circus members in the float escaped the window with their own skills, but the carriage was less crowded, and the center of gravity of the float was raised, which accelerated its fall.

I don't know why, Scott's brain was hot, so he took a few steps up and reached out to resist the direction in which the float fell.

"Hurry up and get someone to hold on!" Scott yelled again, calling out to his teammates to help him.

A large, thick and powerful hand was propped up to the side almost at the same time as Scott, and it was Hans.

But even the mighty Hans could not hold up the huge float, and the weight of the float hung with many decorations was equal to the weight of three or four cows, and Scott and Hans were like two stones that could be crushed at any moment, and they were to be overwhelmed by the weight of the float.

"Rope on! We pulled on the other side, and the other half of the people went to help them. The captain of the guard commanded, but in fact there was no need to command, and while seeing Scott and Hans holding the float, the surrounding guards also reached out to help.

"One-two-three! one-two-three!"

"At the same time, push this big man back!" the captain commanded the crowd's actions.

Obviously, Scott felt that the huge pressure he was under alone at the beginning was dissipating little by little, and the float that was falling was now being pulled back into position by everyone little by little.

"Smack. ”

With the sound of wheels falling to the ground.

The huge float got back on track and, with the support of everyone, successfully passed the curve.

The sweaty guards looked at their companions and smiled.