On a main road in the royal city of Porso, a crowded and narrow crowd, as well as two rows of soldiers in white uniforms opposite the crowd, have been holding on for a long time.

Although the roadblocks were not actually very strong and the number of soldiers was relatively rare, they still blocked the large number of protesters with anger. Faced with their shouts, the soldiers did not speak a word and expressed their expressions.

But when an inconspicuous person in the crowd had a "sudden whim", this concentration was quietly broken soon.

A layer of blue frost suddenly appeared on the brown-black wooden roadblock and spread along the roadblock to two rows of soldiers behind. It was visible to the naked eye that their originally white military uniforms were forced to be dyed with a layer of light blue. After one or two breaths, the light blue turned into a dark blue color.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the originally pure white roadblock was quickly dyed into a crystal-filled ice blue, and it became deeper and deeper as time passed.

More than twenty black gun barrels pointing at the crowd were frozen and frozen. The soldiers with concentration looked dull and stiff. Under the influence of some special force, the air around them, as well as their bodies, were all wrapped in a layer of ice that emitted air conditioning.

"What's this?"

Looking at the vertical ice layer that appeared one after another in front of the street, the salesman's expression was full of surprise. Not only him, but all other protesters around were stunned. The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

However, although this sudden change caught everyone off guard, there was no obstacle, or the obstacle was resolved. These workers or protesters pretending to be workers quickly seized the opportunity and ran quickly towards the Dulin Taxation Bureau under the leadership of a middle-aged man holding a blue flag.

The crowd ran by, and the soldiers who were frozen into ice sculptures were hit by the impact, and the flintlock rifles in their hands were scattered all over the ground and were trampled one after another.

It can only be said that Charles did not really kill him, and their freezing was not serious, otherwise these soldiers would probably be split up due to the collision of a large number of people and died on the spot.

The salesman leaning against the wall stared at all this, as if he hadn't reacted, but at this moment, a crisp snap of his fingers suddenly came from his ear, and at the same time, there was a passage of words.

"You are right. It's really conspicuous to not wear a hat in this era, so can you lend me your hat?"

"Well, of course."

The salesman looked back at the young nobleman who looked glamorous beside him, subconsciously ignoring the fact that they had just seen once, nodded foolishly, and hurriedly took off the hat on his head and handed it to Charles.

Seeing Charles take it, he added a little reluctantly.

"Remember to give it back to me, this is my favorite hat."

"certainly."

He smiled at him, took it, and bounced the dust that did not exist on it. Charles then held it on his head and stepped away like an ordinary person.

In the irritable torrent, a young man in black, inconspicuous black sneaked into it and followed the people around him towards the Dulin Taxation Bureau.

However, when passing by a crossroads, he quietly left the large army.

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"Sir must not be a local, you have to go to the cemetery so late, so I'm in a hurry?"

...

"I heard that there was a lot of chaos in the city, and I don't know what the situation is. Many old guys went to watch the fun, but I didn't dare to go there if I think it was too dangerous."

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"The vines planted at home just finished their last fruit, and the taste was a bit sour, but the nobles in Netta District liked it tight, saying that there was a smell of fruit withering inside. Maybe my mouth was not right, and I couldn't eat it any other smell besides the sourness."

...

Under the dusk light, the carriage was hired to leave the main urban area, the outer urban area, the factory area, and finally arrived smoothly on the road leading to the hazy mountain range in the suburbs.

Just like the scene when I was riding a taxi in my previous life, the coachman kept nagging along the way, and most of his words were trivial matters in life and expectations for the future.

During the conversation, the expression was completely different from the workers who had taken strikes and protested before. There was no anger or complaint, but instead full of hope and expectation for life.

Although he was not very interested, Charles still talked to the other party all the way.

Finally, he touched the mustache that was stuck to his lips for disguise and came to a conclusion.

"Unless you really can't eat enough, no one will risk his life to resist those in power."

So before he knew it, he had a deeper understanding of the state of his country.

...

Mount Oliver is located diagonally above the Royal City of Polso, and is not too far from the city, with only a suburban villa in the middle.

Although it was almost dusk at this time, you could still see the not-high but continuous and dense green mountain range from far away.

In front of Mount Oliver is a beautiful forest, and a large area of ​​carefully carved green grass in front of the forest. There is no trace of factory pollution around it, but a clear stream is surrounded by it.

Therefore, it is usually the most common place to visit and gatherings for the middle class in the city.

However, because it is next to a cemetery, the nobles in the city rarely come.

The cemetery of Mount Oliver is not on the mountain, but on the other side of the mountain, not far from the creek.

The carriage continued to move along the dirt road, with green grass growing on both sides, and the foggy city atmosphere behind it became shallower and shallower. Finally, bypassing the green space, a carriage parking area not far from the cemetery stopped.

The parking lot paved with stone bricks is a small carriage. About three hundred meters ahead is the entrance of the cemetery. After finishing the stop, the old gray-haired coachman turned around and asked, "Sir, do you need to wait for you here?"

It's getting late now, and it's normal to get a carriage here, so Charles does need the coachman to wait here, so he nodded.

After discussing the specific fee with him and prepaid part of it, he walked towards the cemetery along the greystone brick road.

From a distance, the entrance to the cemetery is located under the shade of oak trees. The steel door sign on the door frame is written in Dulin language with the line of Olifoshan Cemetery.

Both sides were surrounded by black iron fences, and at the door, in the dim light, two gravekeepers in black robes were sitting together quietly playing puzzle chess similar to checkers.

"It's so late, I'm really interested."

I had this idea just now, but when I looked carefully, the prompt from the Eye of Real made Charles stunned. Then, the originally normal steps slowed down. Seeing that the two gravekeepers were concentrating on playing chess and not noticed his approach, he quietly left the road to the cemetery.

Although he looks very different from his true appearance with round frame eyes and two fake beards, Charles doesn't want to expose his own existence so simply.

"I thought it would be too late and there would be no gains, but I didn't expect..."

Muttering, after hiding himself in an oak tree not far from the entrance, Charles narrowed his eyes.

The two were church people. Although their disguise looked perfect, relying on the eyes of truth, Charles would not read it wrong.

In the middle of the night, the church people ran here and pretended to be gravekeepers.

“It’s obvious.”

As he thought about this, he raised his eyes and glanced around him.

Not far away is the path leading to the main entrance of the cemetery. There are rich green spaces on both sides, and several old oak trees with dense leaves grow.

There were a few yellow and blue robins falling on one of the oak trees, so Charles raised his hand and pinched it, and the panic sound of the birds flapping their wings suddenly rang out.

The sound reached the entrance of the cemetery. After the two "grave guardians" looked up, they found nothing abnormal, so they pretended to be normal and lowered their heads and played chess.

And Charles quietly appeared on the oak tree.

The dense branches and leaves blocked their sight, but after moving in a few steps, everything below suddenly became clear.

The situation of the cemetery gate, a tombstone behind the gate, an angel statue dotted therein, and the quiet road leading to the Oliver Mountain Cemetery.

From a distance, several carriages parked in the parking lot faintly came into view, which made Charles suddenly worried that he would be discovered.

However, after thinking about the disguise on his face at this moment, and thinking about his own talent for fate that cannot be investigated, Charles relaxed a little.

"The church got involved, which was really shocking."

Muttering, he leaned his back against the tree trunk and waited quietly.

Unless there is something that Charles does not know, the church will definitely have nothing to do with the sons of the gods when they come here today.

"I know this is because of the fate card, what about the church? How did they know? There are traitors among those people? Or..."

Thinking about it without thinking, time passes quietly.

When the dusk light completely disappeared and the sky was glowing with a faint blue color, a familiar figure, or a familiar name, suddenly appeared in Charle's sight.

He was also dressed as a tombkeeper and was slowly walking out of the cemetery.
Chapter completed!