On the main road of the royal city of Polso, a long and narrow crowd of people, and two rows of soldiers in white uniforms on the opposite side of the crowd, have been facing each other for a long time.

Although the barricades were not very strong and the number of soldiers was relatively small, they held back the large number of angry protesters, who remained silent and focused in the face of their shouting.

It's just that when someone in the crowd has an inconspicuous "whim", it doesn't take long for this concentration to be quietly broken.

A layer of blue frost suddenly appeared on the brown-black wooden barricade, and spread along the barricade to the two rows of soldiers behind, and it was visible to the naked eye that their original white military uniforms were forced to be dyed with a layer of light blue, and in a breath or two, the light blue evolved into a dark blue color.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the original pure white barricade is quickly dipped into a crystal blue of ice, and it gets deeper and deeper with the passage of time.

More than twenty pitch-black barrels pointing at the crowd were frozen in ice, and the faces of the soldiers with focused expressions were sluggish and stiff, and under the action of some special force, the air around them, as well as their bodies, were all wrapped in a layer of cold ice that emitted cold air.

"What is this?"

Looking at the vertical ice that appeared in front of the street, the salesman's expression was full of astonishment, not only him, but also all the other protesters around him, and the noisy scene was silent.

But despite the sudden change that caught everyone off guard, there was no obstacle, or rather, the protesters who were workers, or pretending to be workers, quickly seized the opportunity and ran in ecstasy in the direction of the Turin tax office, led by a middle-aged man holding a blue flag.

The crowd rushed by, and the soldiers who had been frozen into ice sculptures were scattered by the impact, and the flintlock rifles in their hands were scattered and trampled one after another.

It can only be said that the Charr did not really kill them, and their freezing was not serious, otherwise these soldiers would have been torn apart by the collision of a large number of people, and they would have died on the spot.

The salesman leaning against the wall stared at all this blankly, as if he had not reacted a little, but at this moment, there was a crisp snapping sound in his ears, and at the same time, there was a word.

"You're right, it's a bit conspicuous not to wear a hat, so can you lend me your hat?"

"Well, of course, yes."

The salesman looked back at the good-looking young nobleman beside him, subconsciously ignoring the fact that they had only met once, nodded stupidly, and hurriedly took off the hat on his head and handed it to Charles.

Seeing Charles take it, he added a little reluctantly.

"Remember to give it back to me, it's my favorite hat."

"Of course."

He smiled at it, then flicked the non-existent dust on it with his fingers, and Charles snapped it on his head and walked away as if he were a normal human.

In the midst of the raging torrent, a young man dressed in black and inconspicuous quietly blended in, following the people around him in the direction of the Turin Taxation Bureau.

However, when passing an intersection, he quietly left the group.

……

"Sir must not be a local, is he going to the cemetery so late, in a hurry?"

……

"I heard that there was a lot of chaos in the city before, and I don't know what the situation is, so many old guys have gone to see the excitement, but I don't dare to go because I think it's too dangerous."

……

"The vines planted at home have just finished bearing fruit for the last time, and the taste is a little sour, but those aristocratic lords in the Netta district like it tightly, saying that there is a smell of withered fruit in it, maybe my mouth is not quite right, and I can't eat it except for the sourness."

……

Under the light of dusk, the hired carriage left the main city, the outer city, the factory area, and finally arrived smoothly on the road leading to the hazy mountain range on the outskirts.

Just like the scene in the taxi ride in his previous life, the coachman also nagged along the way, and most of his words were about trivial things in life and hopes for the future.

In his words, his expression was completely different from that of the previous workers who had gone on strike and protested. Instead of anger and complaining, he was full of hope and anticipation for life.

Not very interested, Charles continued to talk to each other all the way.

Eventually, he touched the disguised mustache on his lips and came to a conclusion.

"No one will risk their lives to rebel against those in power unless they really don't have enough to eat."

So unconsciously, he has a deeper understanding of the state of the country he is in.

……

Oliver Hill is located diagonally above the royal city of Portso, not too far from the city, separated only by a cluster of suburban villas.

Although it was almost dusk, the mountain range could still be seen from afar, but it was not towering, but it was continuous and full of deep green.

In front of Mount Oliver is a beautiful forest, and in front of the forest is a large patch of well-groomed green meadows, surrounded by no factory pollution, but surrounded by a clear stream.

As a result, it is usually the most frequented meeting place for the middle class in the city.

However, because it is next to a cemetery, the nobles in the city rarely come.

The cemetery at Mount Oliver is not on the hill, but on the other side of the hill, not far from the creek.

The carriage continued along the dirt road, the grass growing on both sides, and the atmosphere of the city behind it became lighter and lighter, and finally bypassed the green space and stopped at a carriage mooring not far from the cemetery.

There were few carriages in the stone-brick mooring, and about 300 meters ahead was where the entrance to the cemetery was, and after completing the stop, the coachman turned back and asked, "Sir, do you need to wait for you here?" ”

It was getting late now, and it would normally be difficult to call a carriage here, so Charles did need the coachman to wait here, so he nodded.

After negotiating with them and paying a portion in advance, he walked along the greystone brick road towards the cemetery.

From afar, the entrance to the cemetery is located under the shade of oak trees, and the steel number on the door frame reads the words "Olifoshan Cemetery" in Durin language.

Surrounded by black iron fences on both sides, and at the doorway, in the dim light, two grave keepers in black robes were sitting together quietly playing a puzzle similar to checkers.

"It's so late, and I'm really interested."

He had just had this thought, but when he looked closely, Charles was stunned by the hint of the True Eye, and then his normal steps slowed down, and seeing that the two grave keepers were concentrating on playing chess without noticing his approach, he quietly left the road leading to the cemetery.

Despite his round-rimmed eyes and two fake beards, Charles didn't want to reveal his existence so easily.

"I thought it would be too late and there would be no gain, but I didn't expect ......"

Muttering, hiding himself behind an oak tree not far from the entrance, Charles narrowed.

The two were members of the church, and while their disguises looked perfect, Charles couldn't be mistaken by the True Eye.

At night, what are the church people doing here, disguised as grave keepers?

"Obviously."

As he thought so, he raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings.

Not far away is the path that leads to the main entrance of the cemetery, flanked by lush greenery and a few leafy old oak trees.

A few robins were falling on one of the oak trees, and Charles raised his hand and pinched it, and the panicked sound of the birds flapping their wings rang out.

The sound reached the entrance of the cemetery, and after the two "grave keepers" looked up, they didn't find anything abnormal, so they pretended to be normal and bowed their heads and played chess.

And the charr quietly appeared above the oak tree.

The dense branches and foliage obscured the view a little, but after a few steps of stealthily movement, everything below was basically visible.

The cemetery gates, with a tombstone and angel statues dotted behind it, and the silent road leading to the Oliver Hill cemetery.

From a distance, several carriages parked at the mooring ground faintly caught his eye, making Charles suddenly worry about whether he would be discovered because of this.

However, thinking about the disguise on his face at the moment, and thinking of his own talent for fate that could not be detected, Charles relaxed slightly.

"The church is also involved, and it's really unexpected."

Muttering, he waited quietly with his back against the trunk of the tree.

Unless there is something that the Charr doesn't know, the group of people in the church who have come here today must have something to do with those sons of the gods.

"I know this because of the Destiny Card, what about the Church? How did they know? Are there traitors among those people? Or ......"

Thinking about nothing, time passed quietly.

And when the light of dusk was completely gone, and the sky was faintly blue, a familiar figure, or rather a familiar name, suddenly appeared in Charles' sight—Brother Zachary.

is also dressed as a grave keeper, and he is slowly walking out of the cemetery at this moment. (Remember the URL of this site,., it is convenient to read it next time, or enter "xs52" in Baidu, you can enter this site)