"What did you say?"

Oreo spread his hands and raised his voice.

"Your Majesty's decree has come down? A court trial suspended for two days? Isn't this a clear attempt to scapegoat the aristocracy? ”

Carrying the basket, Angelelle shrugged her shoulders.

"Yesterday the brothel was so bad that I knew something bad was going to happen, and now it seems to be so...... And I haven't seen anyone from the City Patrol Bureau for a day today, I've asked a lot of people, and everyone can be sure. ”

"Grandma's,"

Oreo grabbed his top hat and walked briskly out of the office.

"Without the supervision of the City Patrol Bureau, there will definitely be trouble on the third street."

Angelyl followed, worried.

"Mr. Oreo, are they trying to take us to blame, and what should we do?"

"That's for sure." Oreo snorted and stood still on the street of Tenth Street.

"The nobles at the top are disagreeing, and we are unlucky at this time. It's just that all this is Rackmond's plan, who in Turin dares to provoke Rackmond? ”

Angelyl looked around, then whispered.

"Could it be...... His Majesty the Emperor? ”

Oreo slapped his head.

"Damn, how did I forget about Badr. Although it is true that Rackmond is a despicable villain, it is also a good thing to kill nobles, but he did not expect to be delayed by Badr...... The Bedford family is really brain-dead! ”

Angelyl said nervously.

"So what are we going to do?"

Oreo said through gritted teeth.

"He's the only man in the Bedford family, the Okasim Empire can't live without a king, if it weren't for this, I would have killed him a long time ago!"

Angelyl was about to say something, but a commotion came from the end of Ninth Street.

Protecting Angeliel behind him, Oreo squinted.

Those people were wearing blue and white armor, they were Thunder Lion soldiers, and they said there were hundreds of them!

"I knew it was like that!"

Oreo cursed and hurriedly returned to the office with Angelyl, and then hung Caron's knighthood card at the door.

Angelelle leaned against the window and watched the soldiers break into Tenth Street.

They rushed into the homes of the inhabitants like robbers, and the intimate families were soon looted to the ground, and the man and the woman were handcuffed like cattle and sheep.

There was a deafening scream from the street, and the sound was terrible.

Angelyl couldn't bear to see this, she closed the blinds and sobbed.

"Mr. Oreo...... This is unfair to the people of the back three streets...... It was obvious that it was those nobles who committed the crime, and the people in the back three streets did nothing, but they still had to be scapegoats. ”

Oreo looked at all this coldly, he wondered what the hell was going on with that brain-dead man named Badr, if it weren't for his surname Bedford, he would have overturned Turin a long time ago!

Walking towards Oreo step by step, Angelelle said with tears in her voice.

"You've got to help everyone...... Everybody has nothing left......"

"I know,"

Oreo suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly.

"Rackmond wasn't just making a scapegoat, he was warning me not to get involved with prostitutes and poppies...... These people will be punished, I promise. ”

Angelyl raised her head and looked at him with teary eyes.

"But not now, is it?"

Oreo closed his eyes and nodded with difficulty.

"Yes, not now."

"What you said ......"

Angelyl sobbed, "Late justice is no longer justice, but many people in the back three streets will die today." ”

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Oreo whispered.

"Angelil, but what can I do, am I transformed into a black dragon again! The griffons will do to me what the griffons do to me, and even if I save them, they will see me as an enemy.

I may even become a black dragon forever and never be a human again! ”

"Mr. Oreo......"

Angelyl threw herself into Oreo's arms, leaning on his shoulder and sobbing, "Back Third Street people...... What to do......

Patting her on the back, Oreo comforted her senselessly.

"There will be a way...... There will be a way. ”

......

The morning's looting was finally over, and even though a group of prostitutes were taken away, a group of thugs were taken away, and a group of criminals were taken away, there were still many people left on the back three streets.

People squatting in the streets, looking at the looted houses, reminiscing about their abducted relatives, do not feel so sad in their hearts, this numbness is more desperate than anger.

A seven- or eight-year-old child woke up from her slumber, and she was in a trance for a moment, and then she remembered the hellish scene of the morning, and she raised her head and cried.

"Mom!"

The cry gradually brought the person back to reality, and several neighbors walked over and tried to pick up the little girl, but she was like a mad kitten, and she would not let anyone come near her.

A few neighbors gave up, and there was only one left, she said tentatively.

"Maridy, why don't I take you to Mr. Oreo?"

The little girl stopped crying and repeated.

"Mr. Oreo?"

The neighbor nodded.

"Yes, I'll take you to Mr. Oreo, and he'll get justice for us."

Wiping away her tears, the little girl said intermittently.

"I'm looking for Mr. Oreo...... He'll help me get my mom back. ”

Picking up the little girl, the neighbor walked towards the office with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Yes, Mr. Oreo will get justice for us."

The words seemed to be infectious, and the crowd formed a long line and walked along the messy street towards the front.

In the process of moving forward, inexplicable confidence appeared in the hearts of everyone.

Of course, this can also be understood as a person who is in a desperate situation and does not give up the last hope.

Someone saw the strange procession and joined in after a little questioning.

Soon, a long queue of people from Housanjie lined up at the entrance of Housanjie, and people stopped in front of the office.

Seeing that the signboard at the door of the office was still there, an old man staggered out and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

The door soon opened, and Angelyl walked out with the money bag, which Caron had earned from Gaia, and although it was a lot, it was obviously not enough.

She put down her purse and shouted into the house.

"Mr. Oreo, come out and have a look!"

Roughly guessing what the scene was, wearing the top hat, Oreo walked out slowly.

He looked at the people of the third street, and under the gaze of thousands or even tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, he sighed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it now seems that we do not belong in Turin."

An angry shout rang from the crowd.

"But I built the palace!"

Oreo couldn't open his mouth because of this ironclad fact, and he lowered his head, not knowing what to do.

The old man scolded the middle-aged man, and he said in a viscous voice.

"Lord Oreo...... Didn't you organize a strike before, and we want to strike again...... The nobles are not stupid, if we really leave, there will be no one to do hard work for the nobles anymore. ”

Oreo closed his eyes, the old man's simple voice evoking memories of him, tears rolling in his eyes.

Holding back tears, he muttered.

"Now it's different from before, now the upper echelons of Turin are at odds, we are just victims of the power struggle.

And we're gone, Turin is still here, and the Ocassim Empire is so big, there will always be new people from the Third Street. ”

Another voice shouted.

"It's not fair!"

The people of Housanjie never knew what fairness was, but even they shouted this slogan, so you can imagine how much they have been wronged.

The old man's lips trembled, and he muttered.

"Could it be...... Isn't there any other way? ”

Oreo avoided his gaze and whispered comfort.

"There will be a way...... I'll figure it out. ”

Whispers were heard from the crowd again.

"There are two days left in the trial, Mr. Oreo will figure it out, right?"

"Of course, he's Mr. Oreo!"

"yes, yes, Mr. Oreo has a way."

The old man didn't speak, just stared straight at Oreo, and the look in his eyes was unsettling.