Early in the morning, Earl Hall awoke at the most accustomed time to take a walk in his garden and lawn.

By the time he had finished looking at his beloved thoroughbreds, he had returned to the third floor of the villa, and had changed his clothes for going out, and his wife Caitlyn had also gotten up and was instructing the maid to convey the arrangements that had just come to mind.

"It's time for breakfast. Earl Hall stood by the coat rack and said to his wife with a smile.

At that moment, he heard a commotion outside, and it was getting closer and closer, and it did not subside.

Frowning imperceptibly, Earl Hall glanced sideways at his valet.

Without the need for the nobleman to speak, the valet immediately walked to the window and pulled back the remaining layer of gauze curtains.

After the sound of brushing, more light shone into the bedroom, and it was clear.

The personal valet then looked out the window, glanced left and right a few times, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

He turned his head and glanced at the Countess, who was still talking to the maid, and walked quickly to Count Hall's side, and said in a low voice:

"March! A lot of people are marching!"

The Earl of Hall was no stranger to the term, as the Grand Nobleman of Rune and the second largest shareholder of the Constance Coal and Steel Complex, he had seen many times when workers gathered and marched to demand an increase in weekly wages and a maximum number of working hours, and in the last month or two, Beckland has also protested several times due to various problems, but they were quickly quelled and did not make any impact.

His gaze moved back and forth over the valet's face for a few seconds, and Earl Hall's eyes narrowed slightly, keenly aware that today's parade might not be what he had imagined.

He walked quietly to the window.

At a glance, Count Hall's eyes suddenly froze.

Taking advantage of being on the third floor, he saw that the road in the distance was full of black people, and they were gathered together, rushing in this direction, like a huge dark cloud that was about to envelop Beckland.

"Bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts of tens of thousands or even more people gathered together, and gradually became louder and clearer, and the earl of Hall felt slightly numb when he heard it.

It was not that he had never seen so many people and heard the words that were superimposed on him when he participated in the Great Mass and other activities in the Memorial Day Square, but at that time, he was barely in the crowd, a part of the whole, and today, he was one of the targets of the turbulent "tide".

Earl Hall couldn't help but glance at the back of the procession, and saw that there was no end at all, but he could make a judgment based on some of the details he observed, as he had a wealth of experience in affairs.

There were very few policemen and soldiers on either side of the procession, and they were as small as the waves stirred up by the tide compared to the large crowd.

Count Hall was confident that the march against Queens would certainly be under the strongest control, and that there would not be no large numbers of soldiers and policemen being sent over, and the present state of affairs could only tell one thing:

There were so many people participating in the march!

So much so that the soldiers and policemen were scattered too far apart!

More than 100,000 people marched? Maybe more than that...... Demonstrations due to food shortages can turn into riots and looting at any time...... It still looks orderly...... Is it because there are so many organizers and leaders? Damn, MI9 and the major churches have not found a single sign? How can a march of this magnitude be organized overnight? Even if Beckland has become a powder keg, it will take many matches to set it on fire! Count Hall has one thought after another flashing through his mind, and his expression is becoming more and more solemn.

"Bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts grew louder and louder, as if there was a tsunami in the city.

At this time, the male and female servants in Earl Hall's mansion all noticed the movement, and came to the window one after another, looking out of the door.

Their faces turned pale, as if they had been caught in a flood that had burst their banks and could not escape them.

"Bread!"

"We want bread!"

Countless voices converged, and the black head brought a strong sense of oppression.

Earl Hall woke up suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to find someone to send a telegram to the royal family, asking them to organize an army to come and suppress it.

But when he looked further, he found that many of the people in the procession were wearing military uniforms and were physically disabled.

"Bread!"

"We want bread!"

The soldiers who maintained order watched the procession with sympathy as they watched the procession on guard, their guns pointed at the sky.

How can those people, who have their former comrades-in-arms, their parents, wives and children, their friends and neighbors, and a large number of people, who are alive, like them, who just want not to starve, not feel pity and sympathy?

Such sentiments may have initially arisen in the minds of five or six soldiers and policemen, but soon spread to almost all of them.

In the past, under the supervision of the officer's pistol, they would definitely numbly accept all orders, but now, many people have in their minds:

Whoever raises a bitch dares me to shoot, I'll shoot him!

"Bread!"

"We want bread!"

In the midst of the shouts, the impact of the large crowd gathering, Count Hall's face turned a little pale.

He couldn't help but retract his gaze and look at the guards and bodyguards gathered outside the house, and at the Night Church Extraordinaries around him who were responsible for protecting his family, and found that the reactions of the two were different.

The guards and bodyguards were full of fear, and the expressions of some of the extraordinary people he hired had become quite serious, and the protectors of the Night Church had many sympathy and pity in their eyes.

To the church, I might be a thousand believers here, and tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more outside...... Count Hall instantly had such an understanding, and he had a clear understanding of the consequences of what he was going to do before:

Even if they are armed to the teeth, they can't fight against so many marchers with just a few guards, and once a conflict breaks out, the extraordinary people of the Night Church can't count on it at all, and their family can escape from Queens with hired bodyguards, even if they are favored by the goddess!

For the first time, Count Hall experienced the power of being outnumbered, and the horror of so many people coming together.

As soon as the thought was flashing, he immediately turned his head and instructed the personal valet:

"Send a telegram to the prime minister, send a telegram to other nobles, saying that I am willing to take the lead and donate most of the food!

"Please keep them calm!"

As the airwaves flew by and exchanged, the nobles living in Queens knew the attitude of Earl Hall.

The current Duke Negan looked out the window with a solemn expression, was silent for a while, exhaled, and said to the male secretary beside him:

"Protect the mansion, give up your tough stance, and follow Earl Hall.

"Also, let's take those merchants who hoard food as an example!"

When the upper class reached a preliminary agreement and had a plan to deal with it, Earl Hall's heart finally fell back to its original position, and he had the spare energy to go to the dining room to meet his family.

As he passed through the door of the restaurant, he subconsciously glanced inside.

The wife stood by the window, looking out worriedly, the eldest son paced back and forth, looking angry and agitated, and the daughter stood beside her, watching in great silence as the procession moved forward like a tide.

............

Sea of Mist, "Future".

Gadelia stepped on the long bridge of starlight and returned to the deck.

"Captain, you'll have to take care of Frank this time!" shouted Boatswain Nina as she rushed first.

Gardelia's melancholy and sad mood was broken at once, and she frowned slightly and said:

"What did he do again?"

Nina said with an angry face:

"He asked me if I would have children, and he wanted to study how life is conceived and how souls are born!"

“...... Did you hit him?" said Gardelia in silence for a second.

"Hit!" Nina didn't hide it at all.

Gadelia then looked at Frank not far away, ignoring his blue nose and swollen face:

"You'd better study the reproduction of fish first. ”

"Okay. Frank scratched his head and obeyed the captain's orders.

Gadelia then nodded to the pale "Bloodless" Heath Doyle, who grew out of the shadows of the cabin:

"It's okay. ”

Heath Doyle is visibly relaxed:

"Yes, Captain. ”

After being so troubled by the crew, Gadelia finally returned to the real world, rubbed her forehead while they were not paying attention, and flew into the captain's room.

Then, she sealed the place with magic and took out the "Wishing Lamp", which was also ranked among the top "0" level seals.

After making preparations, Gardelia sat down behind her desk, bowed her head, and recited the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" in the language of giants, and reported to him about the "mysterious queen".

Crane, who was surveying the terrain around the ruins of the northern city-state with a lantern, tilted his head slightly, listened for a few seconds, and then followed the process and entered the gray mist.

He quickly sat down on the high-backed chair belonging to the "Fool" at the top of the mottled table, and spread his spirituality to the crimson star that represented the "Hermit".

"The 'Mysterious Queen' has a preliminary clue about the primordial island, and intends to leave the safe passage for a long-term search on a large scale......

"That primordial island was discovered by Russell the Great by chance, and it is likely that it hides one of his nine secret tombs...... This is the only one that has not been discovered or destroyed so far, and it is the hope of the Emperor's resurrection......

"However, the creatures of that primeval island seem to worship the unknown power that originates from the starry sky, and the starry sky can be polluted just by understanding it...... A word of caution should be given to the 'Hermit' lady and she should write a letter to warn the 'mysterious queen'......

"'Wishing Lamp'...... 'Wishing Lamp'? It turns out that this '0' level seal is in the hands of the 'Mysterious Queen'...... It is a combination of the extraordinary characteristics of the 'miracle master' and the mysterious nature of the origin, and even the true god cannot shatter it......" As soon as Klein heard about "0-05", he immediately adjusted his perspective and magnified the image of the golden "magic lamp" in the shape of a kettle.

Suddenly, the wick of the spout of the "Wishing Lamp" ignited on its own!

PS: On the first day of the first lunar month, I wish you all a prosperous Year of the Rat!