On the morning of the 11th.

Most of the citizens of Beckland had heard of yesterday's particular march.

They actually broke into West Villas Street!

You know, the parades they've heard about in the past, they've really only heard about them – basically no one has seen them, and the newspapers have only mentioned them in one or two sentences at most.

But this time is certainly different.

The curiosity to know more drove them to pick up the newspaper.

Beckland Morning Post, Daily Observer, Beckland Post......

Almost all the front-page headlines in the newspapers reported yesterday's march.

It can be seen that although the photographs of each newspaper were obviously taken at different times and places, the people in the photographs are largely the same – they are all the initiators of the march.

Among them, the "Daily Observer" has the most specific annotation of the photo,

Because it identifies at least one of them - the bounty hunter Lexa.

As for the rest, all the newspapers have not yet figured out their information, because there has never been a deed.

In this regard, the Daily Observer has made the most active commitment to send reporters to visit the docklands and reveal the unknowns before and after the march in the form of continuous reporting.

……

North End, 39 Berlund Street, Parliamentarian Macht's house.

Miss Hazel Macht took the newspaper from the hand of her valet and read it for a moment, and then she was suddenly stunned.

On the front page of the newspaper, the eye-catching photo, there was a man she knew.

A person she had almost completely forgotten!

The memory flashed back, and she remembered that night, that strange man, and the strange things he had said......

I'm going to memorize his words and verify them slowly...... And last time, I remembered it clearly!

Why did you forget it again?!

Hazel pinched the newspaper and forced herself to think calmly, and thought of a solution.

She handed the newspaper to the maid and told her solemnly, "Remember, I will see it every morning from now on." ”

The young maid in the black and white dress nodded earnestly in memory although she was puzzled.

It's not that hard anyway.

……

West End, University of Beckland.

in a classroom.

There was still some time before class, and the students gathered in groups of three or five.

They were also reading the newspaper.

Yesterday's parade was only a block and a half away from them, and they even faintly heard the slogans of the march.

"How so?!"

A tall, well-combed student with blond hair suddenly stared at him and let out a cry of surprise.

He snatched the "Daily Observer" from his classmate's hand, carefully looked at the person in the middle of the photo, and then looked at the marked identity information-

"Bounty Hunter Lexa ...... was the key person who prompted the final settlement of last month's 'necklace bet'......"

"How is that possible?!"

The blonde student saw the description completely different from what he had expected and was in disbelief.

"Reyes, what's wrong with you?" A classmate patted him on the shoulder.

Another classmate snatched the newspaper from his hand and looked at it, "Hey, bounty hunter, what's so great about being so surprised?" ”

At this time, Reyes also calmed down a little and asked, "What's the matter with the 'necklace bet'?" ”

When school started in February, he had just returned to Beckland, and he had never heard of this hot "bet" after the New Year.

"Oh, that," one classmate said casually, "it's ......"

……

East District, Xilun Textile Mill.

"I couldn't believe my eyes!"

Susan, a former colleague of Varina, entered the bookkeeping hut outside the warehouse and slapped a newspaper on the table in front of John.

"Have you read the newspaper? Look at the guy in the photo. ”

John lowered his head, and after a second he lifted it up with a look of surprise, and then he buried his head again, looked at it carefully, and said:

"You mean ......? But how could it be, how could he be a bounty hunter, it shouldn't be ......"

Susan nodded slowly, but said, "But it's really like!" ”

"Well, it does......" John nodded as well.

……

Beckland Bridge area, Iron Gate Street.

A man with a pale face and a worker's coat walked with stiff steps from an alley to the side of the street, took out newspapers and letters from the newspaper box, and walked back with stiff steps.

He went all the way back into the alley, entered the back door of a certain house, put what he was holding on the table, went into a room, sat on a bench and stopped moving.

What makes people feel weird and terrifying is that there are more than a dozen "brothers" who are almost the same as men sitting on the bench.

This is a three-bedroom apartment rented by Marich and Sharon.

When they're not at the Brave Bar, they spend most of their time resting here.

Marić picked up the letter and newspaper on the table, and after a cursory look at it, decided to read the newspaper first.

"This guy is doing trouble again!"

After just a few glances, he saw the big news that Varina had made.

It's only been less than a month, and a more sensational event has been made......

"He's probably trying to figure out how to digest the potion."

Miss Sharon, dressed in an intricate black dress and a small floppy hat, came in through the wall and said in a calm tone.

……

Also in the Bridge District, a restaurant down the street.

Qi Li enjoyed her breakfast as she flipped through the newspaper.

Since the last wage incident, the focus of Varina's life has gradually shifted to the docklands, and rarely returns to the bridge area.

But from what Varina said before, it is not difficult for Qili to judge that yesterday's march was instigated and instigated by Varina.

She was unaware of the impact of the repeal of the Corn Laws, and judging by what she knew so far, Varina would not be playing very well.

With such a big show, the potion can't be completely digested, which is a loss in her opinion.

If you adopt the cruel and ruthless method of playing that the sect has always promoted, you can completely digest the potion without making such a big noise.

Qi Li sighed secretly.

Alas, let him be.

……

While most citizens were learning about the march through the newspapers, the protagonists and central figures who agitated for the march, and even the staunch supporters, slept in the tavern.

Or lie on a table, or lie on a bench, or lean against a wall......

When they arrived at the tavern in the middle of the night, it was already closed.

But so many people were drunk, and the bartender couldn't refuse, plus these were all tavern regulars and were very familiar, so he finally compromised halfway.

Enough drinks were put out, and after the checkout, the bartender locked the tavern and let them drink inside.

The premise is that someone has to guarantee that no one will damage the tavern's facilities.

That's not a problem.

Not only Varina, but Marke, Makarov, Burton, and even Kirk who were present are now eligible to vouch.

They were drunk, Varina was not.

He had always been worried about possible retaliation from the Aurora Society, and the "Hermit" was good at using shadow spells, so how could he take it lightly.

However, you should not be overly nervous, and the sleep you should have should be ensured.