The entourage of the ceremonial officer's family was not stupid, and he had already found out that the civilians were now on strike, and the preliminary investigation of the cause of the parade was because of his master, the ceremonial officer.

The entourage was afraid that they would really come looking for trouble, and the number of guards at the gate was also arranged several times more.

If it was in the noble fief, the entourage would not feel nervous and scared at all, after all, the commoners in the fief were left to the nobles' choice, but now they were in the capital.

I don't know how long it took, but before I could see people in the distance on the street, there were countless shouts, and the footsteps stepped on the ground, making people feel that the ground was shaking a little.

Sleta felt the carriage shake, and she lifted the curtains again to look outside, wondering how many people were in the procession.

The populations of the kingdoms of this world are not very large, and a town with a population of 10,000 is considered a medium-sized town.

Like Goth, where Sreta once stayed, the population of that town is only about 4,000 people, but this population is in the normal category, and it is not particularly strange.

In Xu Mu's words, to survive in this world, we must establish a correct value that is very destructive, that is, human life and freedom can be sold.

Especially in the places where the slave trade in individual kingdoms was developed, the cheap sale of human lives was even greater.

Most of the rich can continue to be blessed, while the poor can be poor until they die, and it is not easy for the poor to survive.

And the most populous city is the capital of each kingdom.

For example, the capital of the Heini Kingdom has a population of nearly 200,000, of which there are about 110,000 strong men.

Xu Mu sighed when he knew the news at the time, after all, the physical and medical conditions in this world are indeed underdeveloped, and there are extremely many people who die of infection after the mother gives birth.

It seems that there are quite a few people on strike this time, perhaps more than the first strike in the capital, after all, there is a precedent of a 'success', and there are many fewer civilians who are afraid.

The guards at the entrance of the ceremonial officer, all wearing armor and helmets, were very nervous, like enemies on the verge of battle.

They were now thinking about whether they should plunge their weapons into their chests if civilians clashed with them.

On one side of the street, with the sound of shouting, many figures gradually appeared.

The streets of the northern city are so wide that it is not difficult for even seven or eight horse-drawn carriages to travel side by side.

But now the wide street was filled with people, and the civilians had a lot of anger on their faces, waving their right hands, shouting slogan-like words from time to time, and squeezing their shoulders in a menacing manner.

It's cold now, but the civilians are gathered together, and it looks very warm.

Er Lan looked at the crowd of civilians outside the window, and glanced at it, there were all the heads of the seedlings behind him, and he couldn't count how many people were marching. She had heard of the first strike march, but she had not yet been born when the first march took place, but she was very proud when she heard the old man talk about it, and she spoke of the scene very strongly.

At that time, Er Lan felt that she was just a little more familiar, and at this time, she couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the scene in front of her, and then she thought of something, and asked: "Speaking of the girl who has entered the ceremonial official's house as a mistress, doesn't her family know about this?"

Beres spread her hands and smiled: "Naturally, I know that this matter is so violent now, it's hard to think about it." I heard from the guards that when the civilians went to her house to ask about the parents, they asked if they were as the story suggested. ”

"What did the girl's parents say?"

At first they said they had agreed to it, and the boy said he had never heard of it. However, it was not until they found that the civilians were ready to march on strike, and everyone was huddled together, and when they went to question them again, the words changed. Even the mother cried out, saying that everything was forced by the ceremonial officer, and if they didn't do this and didn't say so, they would be killed by the ceremonial officer. ”

Er Lan was stunned, knowing that the story itself was fake, he didn't expect that the parents would echo the plot of this story.

Sleta is not surprised, because of the herd mentality, even if the girls of the parents enter the house of the ceremonial officer as mistresses, they are still ants in the eyes of the ceremonial officer, no one will look down on them, they are still ordinary civilians, the only difference is that the daughter is sold more expensive.

The other civilians are ready to strike and march, if they do not conform to the herd and do not conform to the plans and speculations of the civilians, then they will be excluded by the civilians in the capital in the future, let alone the shops with ornaments.

As for the follow-up civilian strike and procession, if there is no good result, the ceremonial officer will track them down, and they will only have to cry again, saying that those words are forced to be said, and most of the ceremonial officers will not investigate it further after selling it miserably.

Beres turned her head to look at Sreta and asked, "Little master, now that the civilians of the march have arrived, what should we do now?"

Sreta looked out the window and narrowed her eyes: "Let's see, we'll talk later." ”

At this time, the ceremonial officer was sitting on the sofa chair in the bedroom in his pajamas, his whole face was dark and gloomy, and he was in an extremely bad state.

He held a scroll in his hand, and on it was written a story, a story that seemed familiar to him but was unfamiliar.

The attendant coughed lightly: "Master... What are we going to do now?"

The ceremonial officer's voice was low, and he asked, "Didn't you keep asking you to go to the temple for the past few days, and let them help us deal with the drunkard who died?

The attendant's face was a little embarrassed, and he said slowly, "The temple said... The death of the drunkard is a mistake in the choice of the master, saying that since the master has done something wrong, he must not only pray to God, but also pay sincere apologies for the drunkard's family. ”

"And then?"

"And then... It's gone. ”

"Meaning that the temple directly ignored the reply that came out to help me?!" The ceremonial officer raised his head, his face was a little hideous, he raised the scroll in his hand and waved it: "This! Not only the strike march that is happening now, but also the songs that slandered me in front of me, are all conspiracy! It's a conspiracy of some demon! Can't the temple see this?"

When the ceremonial officer was angry, there was an angry shout from the window, and he immediately got up and went to the window to lift the curtains, and looked out and couldn't help but stare at it.

Now his door was blocked by a crowd of people, all of whom raised their arms and waved, shouting slogans that would explode at the sight of his head, and their faces were more hideous than those of his ceremonial officer, as if the civilians were crusading against a demon.

It's clear that the demon is the one behind this conspiracy!

Just as the ceremonial officer was about to say something to his entourage, suddenly a stone broke through the window, the glass shattered, and even a fragment accidentally cut the back of the ceremonial officer's hand, and the slightest blood oozed out, and the rest of the fragments fell on the carpet, and the stone from the broken window entered the room and rolled a few times and stopped.

The ceremonial officer looked at the stone and stared.