Half a year ago, not long after Sig left the Kingdom of Blackcastle, it was a sunny morning.

The rector's room of Redbridge University.

An old man in a standard suit was sitting on a couch, looking at a document with a nervous expression. In front of him, a cup of coffee wafted hot.

This man is none other than Professor McLaren.

Professor McLaren looked at it for a long time, then took a deep breath and looked up at the front. There was a majestic back standing there.

It was a white-haired old man standing by the window with his hands in his hands and looking out, and he was also the current president of the academy.

"You...... Do you really want to do this?" Professor McLaren felt his hands tremble.

"Of course. The man's voice was cold, with a hint of undeniable determination.

"Have you ever wondered how many people will die if you fail......" Professor McLaren stared directly at the back of the person in front of him.

"No in case!" the man's voice said flatly.

"We failed once decades ago. Professor McLaren seemed to think of something, and his voice began to tremble a little: "The Wilden family is even more powerful than we thought. ”

"That's because we weren't strong enough at the time!" the man's voice began to grow sharp, but still cold, "But now it's different." ”

He raised his head slightly, looked at the sky outside the window, and said in a deep voice: "This world has changed. ”

In an instant, Professor McLaren's pupils shrank suddenly.

"This time—" The man suddenly turned and looked directly at McLaren, "we're not alone anymore. ”

"Capitalists, cultists, blood worshippers......" he muttered, "there are too many people who want the Wilden family to be destroyed...... What do you say, my dear twin brother?"

The sunlight shone in through the window, revealing the true face of the principal, exactly like Professor McLaren!

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In the early morning, the streets are crowded with people.

Many housewives choose this time to come out to buy ingredients, and factory workers also go to work on time at this time, munching on black bread along the way to satisfy their hunger.

Pedestrians come and go, and the sound is noisy.

A new day, a new beginning.

In one corner, a woman's screams were heard.

Then, a disheveled woman ran out of the corner in a panic, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn, and her skirt was falling off.

With tears on her face, the woman stumbled into the crowd.

Behind her, followed by a middle-aged nobleman with a big belly. The nobleman, protected by musketeers in red and white uniforms, swaggered into the city, smiling lewdly.

"Little beauty, you can't run. The middle-aged nobleman had thin hair, a shiny face, and a huge black mole on his nose: "You think you can hide if you run to the street, hehehe, it's useless!"

The middle-aged nobleman was obviously excited, this commoner beauty he had bumped into by chance. It just so happened that he was in a bad mood today, so he was ready to vent with this little beauty.

The passers-by all showed indignation, but after hearing that this nobleman was the famous Count of Plantagenet, they all fell silent rationally.

The sister of the Count of Plantagenet is none other than the second wife of the current King Louis VII and the queen of the Black Castle.

The Earl was notorious for his lust for beauty, but with his sister protecting him, no one dared to do whatever he wanted.

"Help, help!" the embarrassed woman struggled to resist the musketeers who had come to capture her, and let out a hoarse cry as she begged around.

"Hey, little beauty. The woman I fancy has never escaped my palm. The Earl's prodigal laughter followed.

Rows of musketeers glared at passers-by, telling them not to meddle.

It's just that for some reason, more and more pedestrians are gathering around.

The angry crowd slowly approached.

Although the power is terrifying, under the overwhelming number of people, the originally cowardly individual also has a trace of courage at this moment.

"Let go of that girl!" said a teenager first, seemingly just an ordinary newsboy.

"Fuck off. "The earl's dog legs have guns, and they are going to drive people away.

But at this time, several gunshots suddenly rang out in the crowd of onlookers, bang, bang.

Immediately afterward, several musketeers around the count fell, blood spilled on the ground.

"Damn, these mobs dare to shoot!" the fat earl was frightened and disinterested, and hurried to find a place to hide.

However, before he could take a few steps, he was shot in the head by a gunman hiding in the shadows!

Blood, splattered all over the ground.

"You ...... You untouchables, how dare you murder the Earl!" Several doglegs saw that the Count had been shot in the head, and there was no blood underneath.

The earl died, and they probably had to be buried together, and their hearts were like ashes, and they suddenly showed a vicious look: "Kill them all for me!"

Bang bang bang.

The Count's own soldiers began to shoot indiscriminately at the crowd, and the elderly, women, and children all fell to the ground in response. The originally bustling street was stained with a layer of shocking blood.

People screamed and dodged, and countless people fell to the ground under the pushing, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

But soon, the gunmen in the shadows opened fire again, and killed the earls one by one.

At this time, a figure stood up. It was a young woman, the same Miss Daisy who had invited Sigurt in the first place.

"Compatriots, how long are you going to hide!!" The woman, who looked very quiet, suddenly let out a heart-rending sound, which suddenly calmed the panicked crowd.

"Tyrant, oppressive to us. Nobles, drinking our flesh and blood. How long will this dark world last? As if she had been prepared, Daisy stood on a high ground and began to make an impassioned speech: "Are you willing to let your descendants, your children, be wantonly humiliated and slaughtered like today?

The crowd looked up at her one by one, and the atmosphere was suddenly brought up.

"The tyrant is facing us, raising a blood-stained flag!

Do you hear the fierce soldier howling, and he rushes to your side, killing your sons and daughters and wives.

They use their filthy blood to make manure for the fields!

What kind of ghost are these kings and those big nobles pregnant?

Just ask who these damn shackles are going to be put on.

Who exactly are you going to wear it for?

To us, O people of Blacksburg!

How can the shame not be indignant!

It's tolerable or unbearable, they want to treat us like slaves!

Arm yourself, fellow citizens!

Rise up!

Destroy all the enemies who drink our blood and eat our flesh!"

Daisy seemed to inject all her emotions into her words, unconsciously infecting everyone at the scene.

"Let those who oppress us get out of here and fight the king!!" At some point, a shout rang out from the crowd.

"Down with the king!"

Immediately afterward, the shouts grew louder and louder, and finally a wave was formed.

Republican currents of thought have long existed in the Kingdom of Blacksburg, and the February Revolution decades ago was an experiment. Decades have passed, and under the influence of a large number of ideological enlightenment books, people have more or less a sense of resistance, and now it seems to have been completely ignited, and a large number of people seem to be congested with blood, following the leading revolutionary party, taking up arms and rushing into the streets.

Watching the countless crowds of people rush past her, Miss Daisy smiled a little haggard.

In the shadows, a mysterious person casually threw away a few scrapped magic stones in his hand, and then whispered, "The people in this area have been successfully mobilized, and the mission is complete." ”

In the space of a day, the political situation in the royal capital of the Black Castle changed dramatically.

Angry people rushed into the prison with pistols, wooden sticks, knightly swords, stormed it and released all political prisoners. Then he rushed all the way into the palace and arrested King Louis VII of Castle Black, who was about to eat lunch.

The strange thing is that both the army of the kingdom and the mysteries of the Guards Legion seem to have evaporated and have not appeared.

On the guillotine, blood splattered.

Louis VII's head was carried up by the executioner and displayed in front of the fanatical crowd. An earth-shattering roar rang out in all directions.

The thorny and broken sword flag, which symbolized the kingship of the Black Castle, was pulled down and trampled on wantonly. The new red, yellow and green tricolor flag was slowly raised and fluttered in the wind.

In the space of a day, the situation changed abruptly.

But there's more to it than that.

Almost on the same day, several kingdoms adjacent to the Black Castle broke out in a fierce revolution.

The king of the Maple Leaf Kingdom wears women's clothes and heavy makeup, and flees to another country in an embarrassed disguise. The Grand Duke of the Principality of Sicily was tied to the cross and burned alive by an angry populace. The king of the kingdom of Navia was hanged under the huge triumphal arch, and the king of the kingdom of Lionheart was also impregnated with the guillotine......

For a time, countless crowns fell to the ground, and the situation changed suddenly.