As a world with only 10 months of the year, September is already in winter.

It's just that the winter in Turin is not quite the same as the Shire remembers, and even the flowers and green leaves that bloom in the summer still quietly dot the world, making the surroundings look no different from autumn.

The "autumn" climate seemed to be bleak, and the black-skinned carriage slowly drove away along the road in front of the manor, a pale yellow that could not be concealed in the greenery of the surrounding meadows, and the leaves of the nearby plane trees were red and falling off, and now drifting in the sky with the wind.

"Young master, it will take about thirty minutes to arrive at the Elloti Club."

The voice of Baker, the manor's coachman, reached Charles' ears through the front window of the carriage, and when he answered, the surroundings fell silent.

At this time, it was the afternoon of the second day after Charles left the shuttle world, and after searching the Earl of Cranston's study yesterday to no avail, he felt that it was not good to rashly expose his soaring spirit power, so he did not ask the fat earl, but kept this question in his heart for the time being.

So, at the moment there are basically two things he needs to do in the Overworld, wait for the church to report and have the stigma inscribed, and on Saturday, which is today, go to the cemetery in Mount Oliver.

He was curious about the children of the gods, so he was going to take a sneak peek, but Charles, who had been busy with the shuttle gate world before, had apparently not considered the cooling of the True Eye.

So it wasn't until it was almost dusk that he belatedly left the manor - without the True Eye, he wasn't sure he would have found the target group he was looking for.

Of course, after such a delay, there is a high probability that he will pounce, but there is nothing to do in the manor, and Charles has not given up on this trip.

Charles was about to go to Mount Oliver outside the city, but he didn't say that, instead claiming to be going to a friendship club formed by a young aristocrat.

In this regard, there are only servants and stewards in the manor, and naturally no one will hinder him.

"I guess the fat man should get to the bottom of it again when he comes back, but ...... I don't seem to be here for long, until I go to the church to report......"

Thinking so, I listened to the sound of the car rolling against the stone and brick floor, and the conversation of passers-by gradually emerging around me, and my eyes stared at the letter in hand without blinking.

The letter was written to him by Anne, a girl from another city in the kingdom with the help of a nun.

The letter didn't contain much information, but only talked about some trivial things about Charles' life after leaving Pita City, as well as her physical condition, and the help of the church, so that she could not worry about Yunyun.

The letter was written half a month ago, and the delay was heavy, which also made Charles have to complain about the kingdom's postal system.

"I thought I was going to be picked up, why did I stay in Pita City?"

It was strange to him that he hadn't told Brother Zachary about it the last time he had seen him.

So Charles decided to stop by when he went to church on Monday.

The little adult-like tone on the letter made him smile unconsciously, and after reading it twice, he folded the letter in his hand and put it back in his pocket, and then Charles looked out of the carriage through the window.

At this moment, the carriage has arrived on the main street of the royal city of Porso, which has always been crowded with pedestrians under normal circumstances, but now it seems that for some reason, there are few people, and there are three or two kittens on pedestrians.

"What happened?"

Charles was quite strange about this, but he couldn't look at anything while sitting in the carriage, but it didn't take long for him to know what was going on.

A faint shout came from a distance, far away, and the sound was hazy, but as the carriage moved forward, the sound became clearer and clearer, and finally turned deafening.

"Refuse to recognize the inauguration bill!"

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"Ponger. Death to Caroling! ”

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"Tax cuts! Tax cut! Tax cut! ”

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The noise was accompanied by numerous groups of workers dressed in linen, most of whom stopped in the street in front of the carriage, but also many people gathered here from all directions.

The road ahead was blocked, and the carriage had to stop on the side of the road. In front of the window, one worker after another kept walking by, all looking excited and making a lot of noise.

Looking sideways out the window, Charles found that it was not one of his own carriages that was blocking the way, but also many black carriages on both sides of the road, and from their respective glass windows, one after another gentlemen and ladies inside looked helpless or annoyed.

The so-called Inauguration Act is an additional tax on workers joining factories — workers in factory districts are required to pay a quarter of their fixed monthly wages each.

Those people in the Congress probably thought that there were few job opportunities in Durin at present and there were many workers seeking jobs, so they didn't know which big nobleman patted his ass and came up with such a plan, and then a group of big nobles nodded happily in agreement, as if they thought that this would be able to make a lot of money.

And so this is what happened.

"It is estimated that there are still some underground party members secretly instigating."

Glancing at a noble child of the same age that the original owner had seen in his memory, pretending to be a worker and mixing in the crowd and shouting loudly, Charles couldn't help but mutter.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the carriage could not walk, he told the coachman to return alone through the front window, and then Charles pushed the door and left.

There was only one nearby road out of the city, and it would take a long time to make a long detour, so he planned to walk through this section on foot and then hire a horse-drawn carriage to go out of the city.

It's a pity that he took it for granted.

There was a lot of commotion, protesters took up the entire street, and as far as the eye could see, the road ahead was crowded with people.

In the face of the angry people around him, Charles could only keep squeezing forward along the edge of the street on both sides, but fortunately he was in good shape and had no trouble doing such a thing.

And when he came to the front of the crowd, he finally knew why this place was so blocked.

Because there, there was a group of soldiers with flintlock rifles and serious looks.

The soldiers, dressed in neat white uniforms, were on their knees in the first row, and the second row was standing upright behind them, and an old-fashioned rifle with a handle in their hands was now loaded, and the swarthy muzzle of the gun was facing the protesting crowd opposite, waiting for it, as if it would open fire at the slightest abnormality.

At the same time, in front of them, there was a row of wooden barricades that formed a solid barricade.

The purpose of the soldiers was to stop the workers, but because of this, Charles had to be trapped on the street, just like the people around him.

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"Get out of the way, we're looking for Ponge. Caroling! ”

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"Damn white doves, get out of the way!"

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"Gentlemen, if you have relatives working in factories, then please support us and oppose the tax hike!"

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There were so many people around, and their ears were filled with angry shouts, and they looked at the barricades and soldiers in front of them, and Charles was a little hesitant to lean against the wall at the edge of the street.

Do you wait here for a while, or do you turn away and take a detour of time?

"Look, what do I see? A young gentleman without a hat? ”

A teasing phrase interrupted his thoughts, and Charles turned his head to see a middle-aged man with a mustache.

Like Charles, he was leaning against the wall to watch what was in front of him, but Charles had come in on his own initiative, and the other seemed to be passive, as could be seen in the wrinkled clothing.

"Or is the hat squeezed off?"

Facing Charles's gaze, he grinned, and then took the initiative to reach out his hand: "Under Robert. Kevin is the business manager of the Dulin branch of Black Gold Company. ”

Business Manager?

When Charles heard this, he naturally thought of the word salesman, but he did not ignore the other party when it came to politeness.

"Charles. Burton. When he reached back, he simply responded.

I don't know what the atmosphere of the city is, but Charles apparently didn't come up with a stranger about his origins, but even if he lied, the other party wouldn't actually find out.

"Master Hume of the Alpine Nation said that when you can abandon your own unnecessary vanity, you don't have to care about other people's opinions." The business manager said with a smile, his tone slightly complimentary: "It seems that Mr. Burton is a very free and easy person. ”

Although I don't know who Charles is, I know from the clothes that this person is not ordinary, this kind of person, for Robert, who pays attention to connections, can be regarded as a noble person worth befriending.

So if it was possible, he naturally wanted to hook up with Charles.

Unfortunately, Charles was not very interested in him, but the other party's words gave him a wake-up call.

You can be yourself by abandoning vanity, so why not do it when you have the power to break all the constraints of the moment?

Thinking thoughtfully, he smiled at it, then turned to look at the barricade in front of him, and the two rows of soldiers behind it.

On the edge of the street, where no one was looking, the young man's dark eyes suddenly turned ice blue. (Remember the URL of this site,., it is convenient to read it next time, or enter "xs52" in Baidu, you can enter this site)