Everything was as Erin had expected, and on the third day after the experiment was shown, the entire empire was plunged into a sudden burst of racial feelings, and this feeling was so explosive that it was out of control at the first shot.

Whether it was the highest-selling batch of official newspapers or the third-rate tabloids printed in private workshops, without any discussion, the headlines such as "The Controllable Conjecture of the Wild Demon Has Been Confirmed" were uniformly printed in bold and black in the most conspicuous position of the first page, so that there was no room for other news.

I heard that a large Cortis corporation in the French continent had finally declared bankruptcy.

Who's going to care about this?

I heard that the police in Thiago City in the north broke into the home of a local drug lord to arrest him, only to find that the drug lord was not at home, and the mayor was rolling sheets with the drug lord's wife.

Well, in normal times, this thing can be mixed into the middle of the second edition, but at this moment, no one wants to deal with the mayor.

mankind

The word seems to have taken on a different weight overnight because of the success of an experiment.

The butcher vendors on the street usually take care of themselves, but in the past few days, they have hung banners saying "family members can receive one pound of chicken for free".

The woman next to the tavern was dressed up in a fancy way, and saw a veteran whose leg was blown off after the war walking by the side of the street, and after looking at each other for a moment, she hesitated for a while, and then said with a smile: "Today girl, I am in a good mood, you look for me. Gratis. ”

Even the bastards who sold hallucinogens in the alley at night saw a young man of sixteen or seventeen walking in and asking for goods, they thought for a moment, and then gave a word 'get out'.

These guys who sell medicine must have done a lot of things that lack morality, but these days I always feel that if those young and strong young men don't take drugs, then maybe they will also be warriors who control the demons on the front line and fight bravely to kill the enemy.

Hope seems to be subtly changing people's attitude towards life

In fact, human beings have always had the deepest and strongest confidence and pride in their own race, but because the wars over the centuries have really smoothed out the mentality of several generations, the huge hell gate on the Antarctic continent is like opening a huge hole in the hearts of all human beings.

And now, a howl of a counter-offensive has sounded.

Then this sound will naturally resound through the heavens and the earth, drowning everything, people can't see anything else, and don't want to think about anything else, the innate pride has been suppressed for too long and too long, and when it is released, it must be vented like a waterfall falling from a mountain, like the sea being boiled and boiling!

And the medicine that can cure some diseases, which has just gained the favor of countless people a few days ago, seems to have been annihilated under the tide in this unique catharsis, even if it is occasionally mentioned, it is not so important.

In an ordinary building in the ancient Roman city of law, a young girl wanders back and forth in what appears to be a broadcasting studio, looking anxious and conflicted.

The girl looked to be only about 20 years old, wearing a nurse's uniform, but standing in such a room, she looked a little out of place.

What is this nurse's name. It's not that important.

Because in the beginning, she just followed a medical team into the ancient Roman city and then performed a physical examination for the emperor of this empire.

After the test, the team was supposed to leave, but the old man lying on the hospital bed suddenly became inexplicable......

Turning to the young nurse, he asked:

"Would you like to stay?"

At that time, of course, the nurse did not have any strong medical skills, and compared to the rest of the team, her role was really only to deal with some of the simplest bandages or the management of medical equipment.

But Augustine the Great didn't care about her medical ability, he just felt that the other party's voice was very good.

So, the girl stayed, and her job, in addition to checking the emperor's daily health reports, was not to talk, and sometimes, to pass on some of the other party's instructions.

Augustine the Great was so weak that the slightest hint of foreign wind or germs carried in the wind could shorten his life, so many times, his contact with the outside world was only through the embedded amplifier in the room.

The young nurse never thought that she would one day become a person who specializes in chatting with the emperor, in fact, in the process of chatting, she didn't feel that the person on the other side of the microphone was the greatest emperor in the history of the saint, and sometimes, she felt that the other party was kinder than her teacher in the nursing school.

And in a short chat one night, she finally learned a subtle coincidence with a little sadness, that is. His own voice was very similar to the other party's dead daughter, and when the girl died, she was about the same age as herself.

At this moment, a few newspapers were on the table in the room, and of course these newspapers were written about various reports on the controllable experiments of wild demons and their impact on the future, and immeasurable changes in military development.

The teenage nurse, who was also a citizen of the Empire, was of course glad at such a thing, but at the same time, because of her long time in the company of the kind but frail old man, she seemed to understand that the success of the experiment might have some influence on the old man's plans.

She didn't know whether she should tell him this, because not long ago, the old man had said not to bother him anymore.

Looking at the microphone that could be turned on with her hand, the girl continued to hesitate, and then thought that it seemed that in two days, the inheritance ceremony of the empire would begin, and it seemed that there was no way to change anything by telling the other party now.

In the end, she still didn't press the microphone switch. I just quietly looked at the holy newspaper on the table in a daze, thinking, the gentleman named 'Franklin' printed on it should have just looked like he was 50 years old, why was his hairline already so high?

At the same time, the headquarters of the Holy Journal.

In the past few days, the Holy Journal may be the busiest place in the entire empire, and the eve of each inheritance ceremony in the past has been enough for these people to be busy until midnight, and in the past two months, one shocking news after another has appeared frequently, and as the closer to the inheritance ceremony, the greater the momentum of the incident, and the [Darwinian recovery experiment] a few days ago directly ignited the passion of the people of the entire empire to the extreme.

In this era, newspapers are the most common, if not the only way to transmit information, and the employees of the newspaper undoubtedly believe in the principles of truthful and reliable reporting, and also have the most ardent enthusiasm for their work, but they are still a little tired after two months of heavy work.

And just then, there was a sudden knock on the door of the editor-in-chief's office of the Holy Journal.

He put down the pen in his hand with some displeasure, he was now writing a report on Professor Darwin's life and the 30-year mental journey of the wild demon's controllable experiment, and when he was at his most concentrated, his train of thought was interrupted at this moment, of course he was extremely depressed.

"Come in!"

He said irritably.

Immediately afterward, his secretary pushed the door open, then walked over and handed him a letter in his hand.

"What is this?"

"Edward Weston has sent a letter." The secretary said.

The editor-in-chief was even more displeased, and looked at his secretary coldly: "Don't you know that I don't want anyone to disturb me now, just because of a letter?"

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something.

"You say. Who sent it? ”

"Edward Weston." The secretary repeated very seriously, and then for fear that his boss would forget the name, he specially reminded: "It is the person sent by the newspaper a few years ago to deliver the newspaper to Lord Dante."

(End of chapter)