The workers quickly took over the main streets of the city, and wherever they were noticeable, they raised the banner of overthrowing the rule of the aristocracy.

Every household is stuffed with colorful leaflets by newsboys, and a massive propaganda offensive is in full swing in the rainstorm!

Not only the capital Brittus, but also the four parts of the Norman Kingdom, more than 60 large and small cities, including Guikronsi, nine special jurisdictions and 115 administrative regions, today broke out at the same time.

The government's confidential departments have been besieged since the afternoon, aristocratic officials are trapped in office buildings waiting for rescue, and most of the remaining police forces in the capital are concentrated around the parliament to suppress armed citizens who have appeared out of nowhere.

Only the royal palace and church were not offended, and thunder and lightning could not disturb the ancient and magnificent buildings.

The Senderhamp Palace Guards, with their top hats and crimson uniforms, are guarding the Tudor castle, a symbol of Norman glory, in the wind and rain.

As usual inside the castle, King Norman XIII is sitting on a red and gold throne with a crown and jewels, and he is leading all the Norman royal family members to a wonderful chamber symphony performance.

As soon as the performance began, he took the lead in applauding, laughing backwards and backwards, although he didn't know why, everyone laughed too.

And not far from the Sendhemp Palace, the Cathedral of Marseille in Brittus, the Holy See of Oude, is brightly lit.

The royal blue glazed tiles cover the entire ceiling, beige crystal lamps hang in the air, and the mechanical gears slowly rotate, driving the star-like lights to move.

Believers stand barefoot in the middle, dressed in gray and white linen robes, holding hands to form a human wall, chanting in praise of God.

"I love God because He hears my voice and my supplication. ”

"Death haunts me, pain haunts me, and I am suffering endlessly. ”

"Then I prayed to the gods to save my soul!"

"God is merciful and protects fools, I am a humble creature, God ...... me from the abyss"

Bang!

A loud noise came from the doorway, interrupting the sacred prayer, and the believer slowly raised his head, revealing half of his indifferent face under the gray robe.

Outside the door there was lightning and thunder, cold wind blew into the church, rain dripped down the black umbrella, and immediately a servant closed the door, brought dry towels to those who were wet by the rainstorm, and obtained envelopes sealed with fire wax.

......

In several basements in the central block, envelopes sealed with fire wax and printed with special symbols were received at about the same time, and people were eager to open them, and several principals were close together to read important messages.

A tense atmosphere in a basement, a small space lit by firelight, is crowded with the changemakers of this era, their faces full of eagerness and eagerness.

"Great, I've got everything!"

The middle-aged man in a plaid sweater and suspender pants suddenly shouted excitedly, and instantly burst into cheers, and some even jumped up excitedly with tears in their eyes.

"How many years, how many years of hard work, we have waited for this day!"

"yes, yes, we—we've finally arrived!"

"We are the promoters of society and the guides of the torrent of the times!"

"Okay everyone, don't be excited, put on the logo now, don't be hurt by mistake, and set off on time in half an hour!"

They quickly put on ponchos and wore bright yellow armbands on their right arms, and this basement was no longer a lightless existence, but a revolutionary flame that could still burn in the midst of a raging storm!

The kerosene lamp shook slightly, and the figures on the wall were crowded.

If Bill had been there, he would have seen many familiar faces, such as the studio owner and Hanson Baker, the reporters surrounding him for exclusive interviews, and the editor-in-chief Thomas......

Basements like this, Britts have a lot more.

Unlike the noisy and chaotic aristocratic and central districts, the wealthy district on the east side of Britts has no parades, only rows of villas.

Bankers, merchants, factory owners and a few farmers lived here, and at the moment every house had a carriage ready in front of it, ready to travel in the rain.

Only the Barclays family villa sent away a private doctor.

Illya had just fallen asleep, and a noblewoman with jewelry and wrinkles on her face was clearly visible, and she stood by the ivory-white princess's bedside, holding Illya's hand distressedly.

"My poor daughter, she has always been healthy, how could she suddenly get sick, it must be that you usually push her too hard!"

"Didn't the doctor prescribe medicine, don't make a fuss, give her more hot water. ”

"By the way, you and the children are waiting at home tonight, don't go out, something big will happen in a while, and I need to come forward to announce Barclays' position. ”

The curtains were drawn in the room, and Colon was standing with his hands behind his back, already dressed in a black outfit and a yellow armband, and holding an envelope in his hand.

The old butler knocked on the door and entered the room with a humble attitude.

"Sir, the carriage and bodyguards are ready to go. ”

Colon pulled out a bronze pocket watch, the silver chain hanging from his coat pocket, the other end hanging from the watchhead, and the second hand clattering.

"Let's go. ”

"Remember, don't go out tonight, rest early, don't wait for me to come back. ”

Telling Mrs. Barclay again not to go out, he turned to leave, and walked slowly down the solid wood staircase.

His back was still tall and majestic, but he looked a little lonely as he walked down the wooden staircase, the gas lamp flickering incessantly, and only the butler behind him could hear him muttering to himself.

"Double investing is really right, otherwise we at Barclays would have been left far behind by the times tonight......"

......

On the south side, the wealthy district is chaotic, with workers occupying the main streets.

Blinded by the heavy rain, they looked at the luxurious and magnificent buildings, and thought of the innate wealth and status of these nobles, and they were furious.

"Overthrow the rule of the aristocracy and make all men equal!"

"The nobles are all paper tigers, they shouldn't have so much wealth and power to smash their villas!"

"Yes! smash the villa and break their pride!"

"Smash! smash!"

Angrily picking up rocks from the side of the road and throwing them into the fenced building, the sound of glass shattering gradually increasing and gradually equalizing the sound of rain.

Workers slammed hammers on iron doors, smashed black iron gas street lamps, pried open bluestone pavement, and destroyed all the injustices they could see.

The little nobles all closed the gate of the garden, acting as turtles with shrunken heads, while the high nobles were now trapped in the office building, unable to quickly get in touch with the private soldiers.

There was already chaos in the police station, and the police chief personally went out to arrest people, and at the same time sent people to Stafford House, who was responsible for the safety of the capital, to ask for help.

The guards stationed outside the city did not yet know what was happening in the city, and if they wanted to mobilize the guards, they had to go through the Marquis de Stafford.

It's not just that there are many branches of the Stafford family among the guard officers, who are directly at the disposal of the Marquis of Stafford.

The old Marquess of Stafford was originally the guardian of Brittus and the royal family, and was an honorary Norman general.

The Stafford family's infiltration and control of the army almost reached the level of terror that covered the sky with one hand.

But the police chief did not wait for reinforcements, only for more demonstrators and armed troops, and he could only go to the House with most of the police force to protect the prime minister.

At this moment, in the old villa of the Stafford family, a lightning bolt flashed, illuminating the study on the second floor, reflecting on the old and rigorous face of the old Marquis of Stafford family.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The butler knocked on the door, holding a letter in his hand, but not the same as the envelope of a revolutionary.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, the thunder was deafening, the slogans of the troublemakers could be faintly heard, and you could feel how much anger they had from two floors.

The old Marquis de Stafford sat in a carved armchair of solid wood, his furrowed skin darkening, his face darkened, and a dark gray coat stained with mud and blood before him.

There is also a white gold family crest on the chest of the coat, which reflects a dazzling luster in the electric light.

The butler walked briskly into the study and handed the envelope into the hands of the old Marquis Stafford, who inquired about him, his brows all furrowed.

"Has Xavier found it?"

"Back to the master, there is no news from the young master, just now the police chief sent someone to say that the young master has gone out of the city to arrest the prisoner, and he has not come back yet. ”

“......”

"I see, who sent this letter?"

"It's a newsboy, sir, there are a lot of troublemakers out there wreaking havoc, should we send private soldiers to suppress it?"

“...... Don't need to do it yet, send some people out to look for Savoy, and let me know as soon as there is news. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The butler slowly withdrew from the study, and the old Marquis de Stafford, alone in the room, quickly opened the letter, which contained only two short sentences.

"Stay out of the way, we promise not to fight the army. 」

"Savoy is in our hands, and when it's over, he'll go home safely. 」

"Those damn worms!"

Old Stafford slapped his palm on the solid wood table, clumping the letter into a ball and holding it in the palm of his hand.

Multiple choice questions about sons and face?

No, this is forcing him to choose between bloodline inheritance and noble glory!

Old Stafford looked tense and in trouble.

Although he is still the ruler of the Stafford family, he is already old, and when he gets old, his heart will become soft and less determined.

Both are the things he cherishes the most, and it is difficult for him to choose between the two.

On the one hand, there is the glory of the Stafford family for hundreds of years, and it is also his proudest and proudest honor, because the Stafford family has always been the suppressor of the revolution and the most loyal and staunch defenders of the glory of the nobility.

About a dozen years ago, it was also Stafford Sr. who personally led the troops to send the reformers to prison, maintaining the indestructible dominance of the traditional aristocracy.

As for the Norman royal family?

The whole world, who doesn't know that the Norman royal family is a joke?

The Norman kingdom was controlled by several nobles a hundred years ago, and the royal family was like a canary in a fine iron cage, in addition to its bright appearance, it spoke like a bird's call.

It is precisely because the nobles trust the Stafford family that they will willingly let Stafford control the army, if Stafford no longer sends troops for the nobles, it will lose the support of the nobles, and even become hated!

On the other side of the scale, the only son of the old Marquis de Stafford, the only hope that the Stafford family would keep its pure bloodline alive.

Savoy ......

"And the glory of the family......"

Taking out the gold-edged letter paper and the family seal, the elder Stafford picked up the pen and couldn't leave it down for a long time.

In the dark and strange needle woods, the thick fog has not yet lifted, the smell of blood fills the nostrils, and the surroundings are as quiet as if there is no life.

Bill was tugging at Shavoy's collar, half of his body on the ground, the ground wet and muddy.

Alert at all times, revolver in hand, pale golden eyes glancing to the sides, he was about to take Shawe out of the clearing and into the woods.

The sky seemed to get lower and darker......

Black smoke suddenly fell from the dark sky, quickly condensing into several arm-like black shadows, and Bill could see through the illusory smoke that it had a row of pupils, deep and glowing blue.

It was staring at Bill with scrutiny in its eyes, as if to confirm what the human-looking creature in front of it was.

“......”

"Giggles......

"Great, you've finally shown up to stop me from leaving?"

Instantly let go of his collar, and Savoy fell to the ground with a thud, and Bill looked at it with a good-natured smile.