The staff of the parliament and the middle and lower levels of the military were running back and forth inside and outside, passing on information sent back from different places;

A gatekeeper in a red shirt and white trousers came in from the outside and handed a stack of papers to the officer in charge of the hall. The officer glanced at it and immediately called for his deputy, who pointed to the small room where Earl Hall and the others were. Without asking, he took the information and trotted towards the destination.

All of this happened in a very quiet environment, only the sound of footsteps and faint whispers reverberated, like a realistic giant-screen oil painting, with the gorgeous layout, dark colors, dim light and faces of the people. The expressions together create an extremely depressing atmosphere.

Audrey pursed her lips slightly and looked at it for a while, her mood was always at a low ebb, and she kept her calm only by "pacifying".

"Why does Mister 'World' deal with the king...

"The death of a king is bound to bring deep hatred...

"Regardless of the king's actual order, because he has never shown it, this does not affect the overall strength of the kingdom, but the occurrence of such an incident is enough to show one thing, that is, the three major churches, the royal family, and the military have split , the internal strife is quite serious...

"The situation ahead for Ruen will be very dangerous. The enemies will definitely not let this opportunity go..." Audrey was thinking about it, and saw a man in a black wool coat rushing into the building where the parliament was located.

He lowered his voice and communicated with the officer in charge of the lobby.

As a senior "spectator" who can observe subtle expressions and body movements, lip language is undoubtedly Audrey's strong point. She interpreted the corresponding content while looking at it: "Intis excused Horner Border disputes in the Chis Mountains, where large armies are assembled."

Audrey bit her lips lightly, and felt that familiar sense of detachment again, as if seeing a description in a book being staged in the real world.

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The grayness of the sky seemed to be thicker, and no one spoke for a long time in the house where the Moretti family was located.

Benson stood behind the oriel window with a dignified expression, watching the pedestrians hurrying outside, wondering what he was thinking.

Melissa sat on the sofa next to the tea table, lowered her head, and looked at the crude machines she made, as if they had turned into statues.

"Phew, the situation is even more chaotic." Benson exhaled, touched his hairline, turned his head, and forced a smile, "No matter what, Backlund is definitely safer than most places."

Melissa didn't raise her head, and said with a faint voice: "Klein found a good job, and our life gradually improved. In the end, an accident took him away...

"We moved out of Tingen, you got the coveted government employee position, I got into university, started on the right track, and as a result, the war broke out...

"We finally adapted to this environment and prayed for the war to end soon. As a result, the king was killed..."

Speaking of which, Melissa raised her head slowly, looked at her brother with eyes full of confusion and said, "Benson, is it just that a better life than before is so difficult to obtain and maintain?"

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Backlund, East District.

Forsi, who had just returned from the world of ice and snow, was wrapped in thick clothes. Looking at the charcoal-burning stove in front of her, as if she had fallen into that harsh environment again, she couldn't help shaking a few times and said, "George III is dead. , the previous things will definitely come to an end, maybe we can move out of here, go to the North District, to the Hillston District.

"There's a house with a fireplace!"

Xio sat on the opposite chair, staring at the stove emitting warmth, and responded with a slightly confused expression: "Wait another week or two.

"Frankly, I still can't believe that George III was killed like this ... I haven't had time to do anything."

The bounty hunter who has become a "judge" has obvious loss, confusion and bewilderment in his tone, as if he has lost all motivation in life.

Fors briefly forgot the damage caused by the cold, and said in relief, "I think that this matter was not done by Gehrman Sparrow, but by those who used Sherman before, and they are the only ones who are still here. Investigating George III's secret plot, you can also be regarded as having made a certain contribution to the death of George III, which is equivalent to indirectly completing revenge.

"Uh...the monitoring and suppression against your family should be gone. You can try to start a new life. If you have the opportunity, you might even appeal for your father through formal channels." JrNovels.com