The sound of neat footsteps sounded in the streets, and a squadron of Guards soldiers walked through the street in the distance, and their mighty appearance made the pedestrians quickly hide in the alleys on both sides, but they only poked their heads out from time to time, watching in disbelief.

The situation in Saint-Quentin has been inexplicably tense lately, just like the gloomy weather at this time, as if something was brewing.

This was the guard who went out of the city to recover the cult property, and Margaret sent a brigade for the clergy of the Church of Light to command.

These days, the priests of the Ralawan Church are busy in and out of the city in groups.

When the people saw that this group of soldiers who intended to show their dignity were marching in the direction of the outside of the city, they came out of the fork in the alley like rats out of a hole and discussed.

Solomon stood by the window and looked at the moment.

Beside him was a pale-faced young man, standing respectfully behind him.

A group of chariots and horses came from the direction of the inner city, stopped in front of the palace of the Marquis Solomon, and the richly dressed old man came out of it, knocked on the door of Solomon's house, and asked to see Solomon with a little pride.

A few minutes later, the Marquess of Solomon was joined by his wife to receive the guest, the deputy governor of the court from Perth Palace.

The deputy governor of the court quickly explained what she meant, and Queen Margrethe wanted Lady Solomon to enter the palace to "accompany" her.

"Companionship?" said Solomon, smirking, "but I also need Stephanie's company, so she won't go." ”

The deputy chief was stunned for a moment, he was also a little worried that Solomon would find some excuses, such as illness.

But he never thought that Solomon was so direct, and after he was stunned for a while, the veins on his forehead immediately rose. If it weren't for the man in front of him, it was Solomon. It is estimated that he has lost his temper and pointed at the other party's nose and reprimanded.

"Marquis Solomon. I repeat, it is Her Majesty the Queen who wants to see Madame Ling today, please let her go to the palace with me. The deputy chief said angrily.

Solomon stood up with a smile, but Tiffany looked at her husband with some concern.

He took Stephanie's hand and walked out, and the deputy chief couldn't hold back any longer, and roared: "Marquis Solomon, I'm here on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen, what do you mean by that?"

Solomon had gone to the door. Hearing this, he paused, "Not only will Tiffany not go back with you, but you will also stay. ”

"W-what?" the deputy finally realized that something was wrong.

At this moment, the pale young man who had been standing behind Solomon came out of the door and pointed to the deputy chief from afar, and the deputy chief suddenly felt numb.

"What shall we do with him?" said the young man to Solomon.

"Shut them up in the basement first, send someone to watch over, and the carriage outside the door and the people in the carriage can't let them leave. Solomon commanded, "Is it ready over there?"

"Don't worry. Outside the city has long been prepared. "Young humanity.

The ghoul's touch of the deputy was unable to move, and he collapsed on the ground but could hear Solomon and the young man talking. At this time, his heart was terrified, and even if he was sluggish, he knew that something big was about to happen.

Solomon turned around and patted the slightly nervous Tiffany lightly, "Don't worry, a qiēshun lì." ”——

The outskirts of Sainte-Quentin.

Led by a priest, a group of soldiers who had walked through the street before came to a workshop.

Thanks to the development of handicrafts, Saint-Quentin can no longer be defended by walls as in the past, and the rapid development of handicrafts from the city to the city is divided into several assembly areas, around which can provide power to steam blast furnaces, which can drive some simple machinery and improve the efficiency of the workshop.

The church had informed several factory owners of this workshop a few days ago, because this land belonged to the church, and now the church was going to take it back, of course, the workshops and simple machinery above still belonged to the factory owners, and if the factory owners were reluctant, they could move out, or buy the right to use this land from the church again.

"Now I am officially reclaiming this land on behalf of the Church. The leading priest declared.

He saw hatred for himself in the eyes of the workers around him, and he thought it was because he had reclaimed the land, but he didn't know that it was more than that.

For those people, some have already been driven away for the second time.

The first time was when they were peasants, when their subordinate nobles or minor lords announced to them that the common land and wasteland which they had used for decades had been repossessed, because His Majesty Marguerite was to be returned to the Church, which was the property of the Church, and now it was the second time, and it was the Church, and His Majesty Margaret was going to return the land to the Church.

Although the land was not theirs, they were able to eat after losing their original land and being forced to work in the workshops in the city, and now they were again unemployed because of Her Majesty the Queen and the Church.

"Drive them all away, tear down all the houses here, and throw the machinery out of me. The priest ordered.

Some of the soldiers walked into the workshop with reluctant eyes, urged by the non-commissioned officer, and in a moment there were sounds of struggle, scolding, tearing, and smashing.

People were constantly being driven out of it like dogs, some of them had their upper clothes missing, some of them had more slap handprints on their faces, and some of them were bleeding.

"Stop! Stop! That's my property!" a voice rang out like an angry lion.

Then the workers saw the owner of the workshop, Mr. Douglas, leap out like a lion, with a fiery gun in his hand.

The muzzle of the gun shook in the direction of the priests and the soldiers of the Guards, showing the excitement of the owner of the gun.

The squadron leader sneered, and a small team leader under him was very clever to share the worries of the commander and stepped forward.

"You are the owner of this workshop, what's the matter, do you think that a broken fire gun will dare to stop us from carrying out the will of His Majesty Margaret?" the team leader sneered, drew his sword from his side, and pointed at Mr. Douglas: "Hand over the fire gun to me and surrender immediately, otherwise I will be charged with treason!"

Mr. Douglas's hands trembled even more. Dense sweat broke out on his forehead.

The squad leader saw that deterrence had some effect. With a sneer, he stepped forward.

That's when it happened. Suddenly, a white shadow came out and attacked the team leader, and the team leader subconsciously waved his sword, but he didn't make a ruthless move.

But this person's vital point immediately turned red and rolled to the ground, leaving the team leader stunned.

The situation just now was a bit strange, the other party seemed to take the initiative to come up, and deliberately touched the vital point to his weapon.

"Killed!" someone shouted.

"What's the point of killing a traitor!" the team leader saw that the situation was not good, and he didn't have time to think about the abnormality. Quicken your pace and walk towards Douglas, who is going to restrain him first.

Douglas's hand trembled, and there was a roar, and a puff of white smoke rose.

The squad leader's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked at the wound in his abdomen with some surprise, where the bullet from the fire bolt pierced a terrible wound.

"I, I'm going to kill you!" The squad leader did not die, the Guards were originally the main army of Asturias, and the soldiers in it were considered elite, and the squad leader was the best among them. At least it's a rank person, far better than the average person's physique.

He swung his sword and slashed at Douglas. Douglas retreated as if he had just woken up from a dream.

In normal times, it would be easy for the team leader to kill a workshop owner who was not much stronger than ordinary people, but at this time, after he was shot, the wound affected his movements, but he missed the blow.

"Save Mr. Douglas!" several pale men roared and jumped out of the crowd, and they rushed forward to bravely stop the mad tiger leader.

"Do you want to rebel?" the squadron leader roared angrily, drew his long sword and pointed forward, "Why are you still standing, arrest all these people for me, and the guy who injured your captain, kill him!"

The workers were completely stunned by the sudden change, but before they could decide whether to resist or be captured, some of the unhealthy-looking people in the crowd bravely jumped out and began to resist.

These people, of course, were no match for the Guards, not to mention that they resisted with their bare hands and soon fell in pools of blood.

At this time, the gunfire rang out again, and Douglas watched the few people who desperately help him pester the injured squad leader being stabbed by the squad leader, and watched the people who jumped out being killed by the Guards soldiers, and he was in a state of excitement and fired the remaining bullets.

The successive shots hit the previously wounded squad leader, one of which hit the head and quickly slipped away from the squad leader.

Douglas's mind went blank as he froze in place.

"Dare to kill the non-commissioned officer of the Guards, no one is allowed to let go, anyone who resists, shoot and kill!" the squadron leader ordered, and at the same time he also faintly felt a little strange, the worker who jumped out just now was really a little too heroic, but the shape in front of him did not allow him to think too much, and he had to quickly calm the field.

Boom, a few more gunshots.

The front few of the guards soldiers who rushed towards the workers like wolves and tigers trembled and bloodied, there were also hoplites in the guards, and the heavy armor on those hoplites, even if the firearms hit, the lethality would be severely reduced due to the blockage, but when the squadron leader led the troops out, he didn't expect to encounter the situation in front of him, and all he brought out were light armored infantry.

"Mr. Douglas, we're here to help you. A flurry of voices rang out from behind, and some people rushed out from behind Douglas.

"Yes, it's you. Douglas was surprised to see these people.

There were faces he was familiar with, Mr. John, Mr. Allen, Mr. Adolf, Mr. Barry, all of whom were nearby workshop owners who were close to his workshop.

These people had a meeting the other day, and Douglas was in attendance. As a result of the church's repossession of the property, several workshops had been demolished, and Mr. John and his party were meeting out of fear, discussing the need to defend their property, and they also bought some firearms, which I heard were Mr. Adolf's channel.

The firecracker was regulated during the Edwardian period, and was licensed for production and then sold to the general distribution of Fadell Development Co., Ltd.

Mr. John and his family bought the torch through Guò Adolf's door, and they also planned to join forces to set up a factory protection team, which is now running to support Douglas and others; Douglas was timid at the time, thinking that maybe it would not be enough to bribe the church, maybe he could save the factory, but he did not expect that in the subsequent negotiations, the greed of the church shocked him, and he either demolished and left, or spent a huge amount of money to "buy" the land from the church again.

"Douglas, we're fighting with them!" Although Adolf was angry, his face was still as pale as ever, revealing a certain unhealth, usually Douglas didn't like this person, and always felt that he was gloomy, but at this time he was extremely moved.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and workers from other nearby workshops rushed out from all directions, and the factory guards formed by the workshop owners and the workers who picked up sticks in anger launched an attack on the guards.

The soldiers of the Guards were also red-eyed, they had been ordered to expel the people and help the church recover the land, but they were not very reluctant, and they were not very happy with the domineering of the priests, but this was an order from the Perth Palace, and there were non-commissioned officers to lead the team.

Now because of the death of the squad leader, they rushed to the crowd, and a scuffle broke out-

At this time, outside the church of San Quentin Ferrol, an iron tower-like figure appeared.

Freas paused in the church for a moment, as if recalling something, before walking through the nave, the dome, and the corridor, into the garden where Solomon had been.

He was also not surprised by the strange garden of flowers in all seasons, looking for something.

His gaze finally fell on a small and inconspicuous door, similar to the one that Solomon had entered, but in a completely different position.

Legend has it that there are eight gates of virtue in the garden of the god of war, each representing the eight virtues.

Freyas walked towards the small door, then gently pushed it open. (To be continued......)