Grandin was a little embarrassed.

He can go downstairs quickly, but it's not so easy to come up again. The smooth surface of the building left him no place to climb.

"Okay, teacher."

Audrey agreed.

After being assured, Grandin disappeared from the window again.

"It seems that I have one more task, and that is to prepare a rope that is long enough."

Audrey made another to-do note in her mind.

......

Falling freely, Grandin ignored the wind whistling in his ears, his hat pressed down, his eyes fixed on the grass that was rapidly closing in on him. When the collision was about to occur, he quickly spun the ring, and the whole person suddenly turned into a disembodied shadow.

Shadows scraped across the lawn without a sound.

In this state, he entered the alley between the two buildings.

By the time he stepped out of the alley, the 'Harlequin Mask' had changed his appearance. He walked up the bridge, squeezed into the crowd, and came to the front of the line.

Workers are confronting the police.

Compared to the procession, the police line is as thin as paper.

At first, the two sides were still talking, but soon the rhetoric began to become heated.

"Go back! Go back! The National Police Agency did not approve any parades! ”

An inspector stood next to the shield, he raised the megaphone and shouted loudly.

His neckline was already wet with sweat. It's not that he hasn't seen a parade, but this time there were so many people that now he was like facing a monstrous flood:

"It's illegal for you to do this! Are you going to be hostile to the whole country? ”

He yelled.

The deterrent effect brought by the state caused a slight ripple in the ranks of the workers, and for a time no one spoke.

"It's not against the government, we just want to get back the rights we deserve!"

Grandin, who had changed his appearance, stepped out of the crowd, and as he moved forward, the ranks of workers followed.

The heavy feeling of oppression made the Inspector agitated and hid his body behind his shield.

Grandin snorted:

"Are you scared? Why should you be afraid...... Are you not the ones who now have sticks and spears and weapons in your hands? ”

He then said with indignation:

"Shall the weapons in your hands be used against your fellow citizens?"

"Don't you have a worker's father, a worker's brother, a worker's son in your family? Can you bear to watch them work 14 hours a day and die in poverty and disease? ”

Grandin's tone slowed down:

"No one will be harmed by this march, so please let us pass. Ahead, is everyone's future. ”

The officers at the bottom wavered, they hung down their raised shields, and the lines began to loosen.

The silent procession was like a wave, which began to rise and fall as Grandin spoke.

Ryder, who heard this speech up close, felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. His face was red, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind:

"Let's put our arms together!"

Ryder grabbed Grandin's left arm. Another oil-stained worker stepped forward, and he grabbed Grandin's right arm.

Now, both of Grandin's arms are restricted. This gesture is the same as raising your hands, indicating that you are harmless enough.

More and more workers followed their example, arm-folded, and formed the city walls.

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No threat! Please let us pass! ”

Ryder said loudly.

As the procession continued on, the police wavered even more.

The shouting inspector was silent and lowered his horn.

Grandin and the workers held hands, squeezed through the police, and began to move on.

This time there was no one in front of them to stop them. After passing through Joewood, they will also pass through Hilston and finally reach Queens.

It's the wake up call, and it wakes everyone up. But Grandin couldn't walk there with them.

Because of his spirituality, he had 'seen' the night watchmen who were coming here in the distance, and the substitutes of punishment who were pouring out of the Church of the Holy Wind.

"Our goal is the House of the Kingdom on King's Road, please don't forget."

Grandin whispered to Ryder.

"Why, we are going to the palace so that the king can see it too." Ryder didn't understand.

"Do what I say, and this operation will be successful."

Grandin's golden eyes stared firmly at Ryder.

As long as you can get to the Kingdom House, the movement is big enough. Leave George III some decency, and he can make excuses afterwards.

For example, he was unaware of the misery of the workers and was blinded. Then a few more officials are dismissed, and some benefits are given to the working class, and the matter can be 'happy'.

But if the door of the king's house is blocked today, then this matter is a naked slap in the face. For the sake of the majesty of the king, even if the parade is successful, the result will not be too good.

Grandin never wanted to eat a fat man in one go, everything had to be done slowly.

Ryder was convinced, "I'll listen to you. ”

Having received assurances, Grandin was again integrated into the marching workers. He was inconspicuous in the crowd, and in a few moments he broke away from the group and disappeared against the flow of people.

As the movement became louder and louder, reporters had already appeared on the side of the road, holding their cameras and shooting excitedly.

The next person to arrive at the scene was not the punisher with headquarters in Joewood District, but the night watchman stationed in North District. They received an anonymous letter this morning saying that the lives of a large number of worshippers of the goddess of the night were threatened.

On the way here, they also received news from other channels one after another. The content of the news was much the same, and it was generally said that a huge number of workers were gathering.

The Combined Night Watch Team eventually found the marcher on the edge of Jowood, but they did nothing, just looked at the silent marching workers with solemn expressions.

As the crowd passed, the night watchman got out of the way.

The substitutes were the third to arrive.

At the head was a middle-aged man wearing a lightning-patterned robe.

The man glanced at the crowd, then took out the bottle he had brought with him, took a heavy sip, and then looked at the silent night watchman.

"Get out of the way!"

He stood on the side of the road with his squad, and the members of the squad breathed a sigh of relief. A young player in a leather jacket patted his chest with an exaggerated expression, a gesture that caused a manuscript in his arms to fall out.

The manuscript unfolded, and a lilac mist began to appear, followed by a transparent humanoid figure slowly emerging.

"Hide the 'Psychic Manuscript'! Be wary of what's going on around us, and hopefully we won't need it today. ”M.. coM

The captain of the substitute punisher gritted his teeth and looked at his reckless team.

......

Grandin changed direction and returned to the bridge area again. After the procession left, it was deserted again.

He walked through the bakery where the awning was being repaired, followed his instincts, and turned into an alley.