"Also, the food at the relief point is always limited. If you go too late, there may be no more. You have to go to churches, workhouses and other places to apply for extra. Today's relief starts after the end of His Majesty's speech. Mr. Thomas should have thought of the time Go straight over."

Benson nodded slowly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Mrs. Thomas? I know some good doctors."

"Illness caused by worry." Melissa said the news she heard, "Mrs. Thomas is very worried about her young son who is serving in the army."

"You mean Little Thomas?" Benson frowned slightly.

After getting an affirmative answer from his sister, he fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, when he was approaching the nearest municipal square, Benson looked ahead and said in a low voice, "Little Thomas has been killed..."

... Melissa didn't respond, but her expression was a little dazed for a moment.

They walked forward in silence again, as if relying on inertia.

In front of them, more and more people appeared. These people were wearing formal clothes, holding canes, dressed as gentlemen, or dressed in blue, green, yellow, and red-based skirts, or sweaters, jackets and trousers. , or the dress is dark and the tone is low.

They came out of their own houses and came from the street where they were, like splashes of water, merging together at the intersection to form a stream.

The creek gushes forward, and many streams flow in, interweaving at the entrance of the square to form a majestic torrent.

The torrent was running slowly and flooded the square.

In such a crowd, Melissa felt as small as a drop of water.

Because they came earlier, Melissa and Benson were able to choose a fairly good location. They could directly see a strange thing on the gray and white stone pillar in the center of the square. some kind of cable.

Below this thing, a group of soldiers in red jackets and white trousers were guarding. They were carrying gray metal backpacks, and holding rifles with complex structures and large calibers, watching all directions very vigilantly.

With the influx of citizens one after another, the square was crowded with people and became more and more lively.

At exactly nine o'clock, the strange thing on the stone pillar suddenly made a rustling sound, which finally turned into a deep voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, Ruen, Dongbai Lord of Long, Rorsted Islands, George Augustus III."

...that thing can talk? Is it based on the principle of telegraph? Melissa's eyes widened suddenly, and her attention instantly shifted from the content of the speech to the strange thing.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, ruler of Loen, East Balam, and Rorsted Islands, George Augustus III."

Located in the Memorial Day Square in the West District, Audrey stood near the high platform with her father, mother and elder brother, looking at the king in formal attire and listening to his speech.

Because I knew in advance which direction George III would focus on today and what kind of atmosphere it would create, Audrey did not wear her favorite clothes that were girlish in color or style. Instead, she wore the same skirt style as Countess Caitlin. Simple and conservative, the color is pure black, and he doesn't wear any jewelry.

"...I am very happy and very heavy to tell you that we have finally stopped the first phase of the Feysacs' offensive and thwarted their plan to destroy Loen within three months...

"...However, there are too many outstanding young people who have died on the front line and in this war. They should have a better future. They should have accompanied their parents to grow old, matured with their spouses, and let their children live in Growing up little by little in an environment full of love, having a wonderful childhood...

"...the Feysacs destroyed all of this..."

Audrey, who knew why this war was launched, was not incited by the king's speech, but felt that he must have a talent for drama.

She heard small weeping sounds from the crowd around her, and felt the sad emotions emerging, converging, and brewing bit by bit.

This made her eyes flush uncontrollably.

The king's speech was false, but the sorrow of the people was real enough, especially Audrey had seen many relatives of those who died in battle, and helped those poor people who lost their children, husbands and fathers overnight.

This is the great emotional resonance, and this is the best occasion to take the "Manipulator" potion... Audrey suddenly realized something, but she couldn't use it, because not only had she not digested the "Dream Walker" potion , and have not accumulated enough contributions from Mr. World. JrNovels.com