"I can't help but start worrying about the Silver Alliance army." Roger says to Jonny after Evans escapes. "I mean, if they become cannon fodder for the army, then our good days are really coming to an end, regardless of whether they are Walken or whatever." He commented.

"There's some truth to what Evans said." Jonny plattered the trash onto a plate, grabbed him with one hand and pulled it off by Evans with the other, and shoved it all into the garbage disposal station.

"It is true that the current Yinmeng government has a much stronger desire for information control than in the past, and in many of the best-selling literary works, the authors have been very interested in Helen. The freedom and fairness of the Yate era are full of praise, and that includes the publicization of access information. He explained to Roger.

"That doesn't make a difference to me." Roger said frankly. "We so-called laymen are not very interested in the filthy things that have been tabooned, I mean, what if we know?"

"But if information is unimpeded, how can there be a war against the will of the people?" Jonny noted.

"Mara. The Aaronic Council Hall can not seat all the people of the All-Bank Alliance, and the resolutions that can be passed by the joint council represent the will of the people in a way. Roger disagreed.

"But what if it's a political conspiracy that goes against the will of the people?" Jonny pointed to Roger's plate and motioned for him to finish it quickly, while he threw the remaining chicken nuggets and hash browns into the garbage dump and walked out of the restaurant first under Jonny's gaze.

"Don't be alarmist, JFK, Evans loves to heckle and try to get a taste of his ordinary life, and you've already taken Jaime. Ronnings has won the award, God is above. Roger scoffed.

"And do you remember the bizarre death of the Speaker of the Khand?" Jonny asked Roger as he walked.

"Remember, isn't it a shadowless man." Roger thought something strange.

"If this speaker is still in parliament, do you think the war resolution of the silver alliance government will be passed smoothly?" Jonny asked again.

“…… Okay, I'll admit it's a bit weird, but what can we, as ordinary people, do? Roger shook his head.

"Can't do anything......" Jonny admitted.

"Not really."

"But maybe you can go to the anti-war rally today as a starting ......," Jonny suddenly suggested.

"Hehe, anti-war rally, that's funny......" Roger snorted, but he noticed that there was no smile on Jonny's face. God, you're serious! He looked at his friend with some nervousness.

"Of course it's serious, and I'm never joking about such serious things." Jonny's face was sinking at this time, and his unusually grim expression proved that he was serious about the matter, which surprised Roger, and even began to speculate in his heart, could there be any relatives in Johnny's family who died in the war?

"In order to witness the birth of the 'Child of Hope', we must not miss any opportunity, you must know Roger, it is the ancient mysterious power that predicted your greatness......" Jonny suddenly stood up, ignoring the stunned Roger, he pointed to the sky, and said majestically: "Even if a lightning bolt strikes you at this moment, I will not be surprised, because it will give you strength and make you shout, I am the Child of Hope!" From now on, a legendary life is about to begin......"

"Jonny ......" Roger, who was stunned, looked at him at this time.

"What's wrong?" Jonny was aware of Roger's face. "Am I learning a little too much from you?" He also felt a little embarrassed when the clouds cleared.

"Learn from me? You...... You almost scared me to death......" Roger told him honestly. "I thought you had lost your mind." He patted his chest in horror, and insisted that Jonny would never learn from him again.

"Did you know that doing these complex expressions and movements requires a lot of local variables and environmental factors other than acting?" Roger struggled to explain this to Jonny. "If you want to blame it, blame your face for being too upright...... Deliberately doing this kind of thing will always make people maliciously speculate in the most unfriendly way......"

……

At 4 p.m., Jonny and Roger, who had asked for leave from the team, rushed to Wenzhi City Hall by car.

The two of them were on this match by Sam. Evans's anti-war rally did not have any too many ideas, and the exaggerated nature of a civil rally initiated by the channel can be sent to Evans's mailbox just a few days after the establishment of the association.

But when the two arrived at their destination, they were really startled by the crowd and noisy scene at the scene, and in the large open space in front of the city hall, thousands of citizens gathered in the square, crowded, and shouted slogans with a guy in fancy dress on a temporary high platform.

"Peace, not war!" The man shouted as he led the crowd.

"Let the politicians get out of the way, and give the future to the Alliance!" He held the microphone and shouted hoarsely, like a rock star on the high stage.

"We don't want a junta!" "Peace brings hope." Jonny, who got out of the car, saw people waving all kinds of demonstration signs from a distance.

"We need Kander to be the chairman of the Silver Alliance!" "The people of Vulken have done nothing wrong!" Jonny discovers someone carrying an expensive Fantasy holographic projector, playing various images and slogans in the sky.

"Interesting, I've never seen a battle like this." Seeing such a scene, Roger. Clarke's face couldn't help but be full of excitement, and before Jonny beside him could hold him, the blonde youth had already quickly rushed into the crowd, relying on his strength and agility to break through from the crowd to the direction of the high platform, and there was no shadow in a while.

"Roger!" Jonny shouted his name from behind, but the saber-toothed tiger runner in front of him ignored him.

Unlike Jonny, who plans to stay away from the crowd as much as possible and just look outside, Roger, who likes to be very lively, must squeeze into the front row to get a good seat.

He quickly passed through the crowd barrier like a swimming fish, and stopped to watch with a smile on his face under the high platform, when he found that in front of the city hall not far away, there were many city policemen, most of them wearing heavy riot clothing and holding transparent shields almost one person high, watching the increasingly restless crowd vigilantly.