After a sound of brushing, more rays of light shone into the bedroom, making it completely clear.

The personal servant then turned his gaze out of the window, glanced left and right, and his expression suddenly became serious.

He turned around, glanced at the countess who was still talking to the maid, walked quickly to Earl Hall, and lowered his voice, "Parade! Many people are parading!"

procession? Earl Hall is not unfamiliar with this term at all. As the nobleman of Loen and the second largest shareholder of the Conston Coal and Steel Consortium, he has seen workers gather and march many times, demanding an increase in weekly wages and a maximum working time. In the past two months, Backlund also broke out several demonstrations and protests due to various problems, but they were all quickly subdued without causing any impact.

His eyes moved back and forth on the face of the valet for a few seconds, and Earl Hall narrowed his eyes slightly, keenly aware that today's parade might be different from what he had imagined.

He walked forward calmly and came to the window.

With a glance, Earl Hall's eyes suddenly froze.

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

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts of tens of thousands or even more people gathered together and gradually became louder and clearer, which made Earl Hall's scalp tingle slightly.

When he participated in the mass and other activities in the Memorial Day Square, he had never seen so many people, and he had never heard the superimposed words, but at that time, he was barely in the crowd, a part of the whole, and Today, he is one of the targets of that raging "tide".

Earl Hall couldn't help but glanced at the rear of the parade, and found that there was no end at all. However, with his rich experience in affairs, he could make judgments based on some details he observed.

He could see very few policemen and soldiers on both sides of the parade. Compared with the large crowd, they were like waves stirred up by the tide, extremely small.

Earl Hall believes that the parade against Queens will definitely be under the strongest control, and a large number of soldiers and police will not be sent over. The current situation can only illustrate one problem:

There are so many people participating in the parade!

So much so that the soldiers and the police were spread far apart!

A parade of more than 100,000 people? Maybe it's more than that... The parade due to food shortages may turn into riots and looting at any time... It seems to be very orderly now... Is it because there are many organizers and leaders? Damn, didn't MI9 and the churches find any signs of it? How could a march of this magnitude be organized overnight? Even if Backlund has turned into a powder keg, to ignite it, you still have to strike a lot of matches! One thought after another flashed through Earl Hall's mind, and his expression became more and more serious.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts became more and more orderly and louder, as if a tsunami had appeared in the city.

At this time, the servants and servants in Earl Hall's mansion all noticed the movement, and they all came to the window and looked out of the gate.

Their faces immediately turned pale, as if they had encountered a flood that burst a bank and they couldn't avoid it.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

Countless voices converged together, and the dark heads 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 suppress it.

But when he made further observations, he found that many people in the parade were wearing military uniforms and were physically disabled.

"bread!"

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