Becoming Sophia Black is a long and long process.

Ella sat in her chair, the first time she had gone from being a questioner to a narrator.

As for how old it is, I'm afraid it can be traced back to the imperial capital a few years ago. The windows of her room were hidden, and the cold wind blowing from the sea reminded her of that winter day.

Nine years ago -

"Ella, look, there's someone in the palace!"

Ella's closed eyes moved, and as soon as she woke up, the cold wind made her shiver, and she wrapped the woolen blanket around her tightly, and she didn't want to get up. The man who woke her up was a grizzled man, and with a hasty urge, he ran towards the carriage in his broken straw sandals.

Nine years ago, just after the war ended, countless wounded people withdrew from the front line to the imperial capital every day, and the flow of people was endless, and the entire imperial capital withered. Some parents lost their children, some children lost their parents at birth, and the once-prosperous capital of Horutia was in complete chaos, with political instability, no reassurance for returning soldiers, and frequent private fights, and civilians being driven out into the streets, which was one of several makeshift slums.

Hearing the man's call, the people in the slums ignored the cold wind, and one by one they lifted their blankets and bedding and rushed into the streets.

Ella rubbed her eyes in a daze, she couldn't lift her strength, and she was quickly left behind.

"My lord, is Spitten's news true?"

"May I ask how Lord Henry V intends to settle us?"

"My kid went to war with the troops, his name is Charles!"

......

The people who rushed forward still had hope in the royal family, and even in the slums, they still believed that Henry V could hear the voice from below.

"Ella, don't you always say that your father is on the battlefield, come on, this is one of the few opportunities. ”

The man urged in the crowd.

Ella squinted, and the people surrounded the carriage in the middle, the guards of the carriage failed to stop the crowd of people, and when the people in the front row were about to touch the carriage, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a woman in military uniform got out of the carriage, and with a flick of the long whip in her hand, the fluctuating energy lifted the people out.

The panicked people quickly scattered and fled.

After the suppression of the civilians, the carriage drove away. The signs in people's hands were scattered all over the ground, and some were trampled to tatters.

"We had a hard time surviving the harsh winter. ”

"Please distribute food and water to us. ”

"Our children are on the front lines fighting for Herutia, please be kind to the families of the heroes!"

The sign reads like this.

In fact, all the painful memories of the Hundred Years' War ended nine years ago, not 10 years before the peace treaty was signed. That year was likened by many bards to the last cold night, due to the influx of front-line soldiers into the territory of the imperial capital, the population of the imperial capital swelled several times in a short period of time, the food supply was insufficient, and the soldiers returning from the battlefield could not get rid of the shadow of the war and became moody, under a series of contradictions, creating the darkest year in the history of the imperial capital.

Famine and disputes, according to incomplete statistics, in just one year, the imperial capital died more than 10,000 people due to various incidents, which is equivalent to the entire population of a small country.

News of Spitharn hung in the balance, and people gradually lost hope in the regime of Henry V.

So on that hungry and cold night, the civilians who had been overturned to the ground gathered together. Elasser curled up under the woolen blanket and watched timidly at the fire in people's eyes.

"We can't wait any longer. ”

I don't know who suggested it, and the others echoed it.

Thus, the first bottom-up uprising of modern times broke out.

And so, the first bottom-up uprising of modern times broke out. Lin Qiu waited for a while, and seeing that Ella had no intention of continuing, he repeated it in an accentuated tone. He asked Ella to continue, with an urgent look. The reason why he was so curious was that there was no record of this history in the textbooks of Holutiah's recent history.

The last harsh winter is mentioned, and the history books blame famine and disease for the death of nearly 10,000 people.

Ella's big flickering eyes rolled and asked tentatively, "Are you interested?"

"Sell less, say it quickly!"

"Well, now you understand the importance of journalism, and without us, people would never know what happened in the past! But now that you're interested, we can talk about the deal — and if you help me with the investigation, I'll tell you the second half of the story." ”

？？？

Hey!

He never expected Ella to talk to him about the conditions at such a time.

"I'll tell you a story, too. Lin Qiu squinted his eyes and said, "In the past, there was a man who only told half the story, and now the grass on his grave is already five battles high. ”

"Wei ...... It's useless to threaten me!" Ella stammered.

Journalists are always on the front line, and the dangers are unimaginable to ordinary people, and threats can only be described as commonplace, so even if they are faced with ...... Confront......

Ella cheered herself up and was still a little panicked.

After all, she had never been threatened by a Templar-level person, and with what she knew about Lin Qiu, the latter had at least 365 ways to kill her.

"We're classmates, you're not the kind of person who would do something to your classmates...... Right?" Ella asked tentatively.

"Forget it, I don't really want to know anymore. ”

Lin Qiu pretended to lie down on the bed: "I'm not very interested in these things, you can go, anyway, the person who was hunted down by the Musa consortium was not me." ”

At the same time he smiled sinisterly in his heart.

At this time, the effect of wanting to capture and indulge is the best, and it is impossible to blackmail him with this kind of thing, so if you pretend not to be interested at this time......

"Boom-"

The door that flew in upside down and the smoke that rose frightened Lin Qiu from jumping out of bed—no one told him that the means he wanted to capture and indulge would cause an explosion!

A moment later, there was a conversation at the door.

"Melia, I didn't mean to say it, this is your guest's room. The tour guide said helplessly.

"She's here, you can't be wrong, I can already smell her. ”

The smoke cleared, and the woman brandished her long blue whip said.

She was dressed in a very special way, wearing light armor like the standard light armor of the Church, but it was not a bright gold color exclusive to the Church, and half of the pendant on her chest was inlaid with a silver sword and shield insignia, and the other half was the blue dragon mark unique to the Musa Consortium.

Melia stepped forward and asked in a cold voice, "Where did you hide her?"

"Wait a minute, what the hell is going on?"

Lin Qiu's brain didn't turn around for a while, as of just now, it was clear that the plot was still very relaxed and casual.

"Nine years ago, the orphan of a sinner who rebelled against the royal family - where did you hide her?"