As a world where only ten months a year, September is already winter.

However, Dulin's winter is not much the same as what Shire remembers. Not to mention that there is no snow all over the sky, even the flowers and green leaves blooming in summer still quietly embellish the world, making the surroundings look no different from autumn.

The climate of "Autumn" seems to be bleak. The black-skinned carriage slowly drove away along the road in front of the manor. A faint yellowish texture that could not be concealed by the greenness of the surrounding grassland. The leaves of the nearby sycamore trees are red and fall off, and are floating in the sky with the wind.

"Master, it takes about thirty minutes to arrive at Elorti Club."

The voice of Baker, a full-time coachman in the manor, came into Charle's ears along the window in front of the carriage. After answering, the surroundings fell into silence.

This was the afternoon of the second day after Charles left the shuttle door world. After plundering the study of Earl Corlandston yesterday, he felt that it was not good to expose his soaring spiritual power, so he did not ask Fat Earl, but instead put this question in his heart for the time being.

So, at present, he had only two things to do in the main world, waiting for the church to report on Monday and inscribe the stigma, and Saturday, today, to the cemetery of Mount Oliver.

He was very curious about the sons of the gods, so he was going to take a look at them secretly. However, Charles, who had been busy in the shuttle door world before, obviously did not consider the cooling problem of the real eye.

So he didn't leave the manor until he was about to enter dusk. Without the Eye of Reality, he wouldn't be sure that he could find the target group he was looking for.

Of course, after such delay, it is very likely that he would be idle, but there was nothing wrong with being in the manor, and Charles did not give up on this trip.

Charles was preparing to go to Mount Oliver outside the city, but he didn't say that on the surface, but claimed that he went to a dating club formed by young nobles.

In this regard, there are only servants and housekeepers in the manor, so naturally no one will hinder him.

"I guess the fat man should ask the bottom line after he comes back, but... I don't seem to be here for long, and I will wait until I go to the church to report..."

Thinking of this, I listened to the sound of the wheels crushing the stone brick floor in my ears, and the conversations of passers-by gradually emerging around me, and stared at a letter in my hand without blinking.

The letter was written to him by Anne, a girl in another city in the Kingdom, with the help of a nun.

There was not much information in the letter, but it only talked about some trivial matters about Charles' life after leaving Pita City, as well as her physical condition, and the help of the church, so that she did not have to worry about it.

The date of the letter was written half a month ago, and the delay was very heavy, which forced Charles to complain about the Kingdom Postal System, but he was even more puzzled about another thing.

"I thought I was about to be picked up, why are I still staying in Peeta?"

He was a little surprised that the other party had never told him about this when he saw Monk Zachry last time.

So Charles decided to ask when he went to church on Monday.

The little adult-like tone in the letter made him smile unconsciously. After reading it twice, he folded the letter in his hand and put it back in his pocket. Then Charles looked out of the carriage along the window.

At this moment, the carriage had arrived on the main street of the Porso Royal City. Under normal circumstances, there were always many pedestrians on this road, but now it seems that for some reason, there are only a few people, with three or two pedestrian kittens.

"what happened?"

Charles was quite surprised about this, but he couldn't look at anything while sitting in the car, but not long after, he knew the specific situation.

A faint shouting came from a distance, far apart, and the sound seemed very hazy, but as the carriage continued to move forward, the sound became clearer and finally turned into deafening.

“Refusal to recognize the inauguration bill!”

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"Pangge Galorin dies!"

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"Tax cut! Tax cut! Tax cut!"

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Accompanied by the noise, there were countless workers wearing linen clothes, most of whom stopped on the street in front of the carriage, but many people gathered here from all directions.

The road ahead was blocked, and the carriage had to stop by the roadside. In front of the window, workers dressed in simple clothes kept walking by, all of whom were excited and making a big fuss.

Shire, who looked out the window, found that it was not his own carriage blocked the road. There were also many black carriages on both sides of the road. From their respective glass windows, one gentleman and lady inside showed helplessness or anger at this, but they could do nothing about it.

The so-called inauguration bill is an additional tax on workers' entry into various factories - generally workers who join in the factory area must pay a quarter of the monthly fixed salary to do taxes.

Those people in Congress probably thought that Dulin currently has few job opportunities and there are many workers seeking work, so they don’t know which great nobleman came up with such a solution while slapped his butt. Then a group of great nobles nodded happily and agreed, as if they thought that this would make money.

So this kind of scene happened.

"I guess there are some underground party members who secretly instigate them."

He glanced at a child of a noble of the same age who had seen in the original owner's memory. He was pretending to be a worker and mingled among the crowd and shouted loudly. Shire couldn't help but mutter secretly.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the carriage could not walk, he followed the window ahead and ordered the coachman to return alone, and then Charles pushed open the car door and left.

There is only one road nearby to get out of the city, and it is really a waste of time to go around, so he plans to walk through this section and then hire a carriage to get out of the city.

Unfortunately, he took it for granted.

There was noisy in my ears, and protesters occupied the entire street. Looking around, the road ahead was crowded with people and the flow of people was very high.

Facing the angry people around him, Charles could only continue to squeeze forward along the edges of the streets on both sides. Fortunately, he has a good physique and does not have to work hard to do such things.

And when he came to the forefront of the crowd, he finally knew why this place was so blocked.

Because there were a group of soldiers carrying flintlock rifles and looking serious.

The soldiers were wearing neat white military uniforms, half kneeling on the ground in the heads, and the second row stood straight behind them. The old-fashioned rifles in their hands were loaded at this moment. The dark muzzle was facing the protesters opposite, and they were ready to fire directly if there was any abnormality.

At the same time, there was a row of wooden roadblocks in front of them, forming a solid roadblock.

The purpose of these soldiers was to stop the workers, but because of this, Charles had to be trapped in this street like the people around him.

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"Go aside, we are looking for Pang Gallorin!"

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"Damn white dove, don't block the way!"

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"Gentlemen, if you have relatives working in the factory, please support us and oppose the tax increase policy!"

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There were so many people around, and their ears were filled with angry shouts. Looking at the roadblock and soldiers ahead, Charles leaning against the walls on the edge of the street, he was a little hesitant.

Should I wait and see here for a while, or turn around and leave, and spend time on another path?

"Look, what did I see? A young gentleman who doesn't wear a hat?"

A hoarse teasing broke his thoughts in his ears. Charles turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man with two beards.

Like Charles, he was leaning against the wall and watching everything in front of him, but Charles took the initiative to get over, and the other party seemed to be passive, which could be seen from the wrinkled clothes.

"Or the hat was squeezed out?"

Facing Charles' gaze, the other party grinned, and then took the initiative to reach out: "Let's go Robert Kevin, business manager of Dulin Branch of Black Gold Company."

Business Manager?

When Charles heard this word, he naturally thought of the three words "salesman", but he did not ignore the other party because of politeness.

"Shar Burton." He simply responded as he reached back to hold it.

I don't know much about the atmosphere of the city, but Shire obviously did not tell a stranger about his family's origins as soon as he came up, but even if he lies, the other party can't actually find out.

"Master Hume of the Alpine Kingdom said that when you can abandon your unnecessary vanity, you don't have to care about the eyes of others." The business manager said with a smile, with a slightly complimentary tone: "It seems that Mr. Burton is a very free and easy person."

Although I don’t know who Charles is, I know from the clothes that this person is of extraordinary origin. For Robert, who cares about connections, he is a noble person worth making friends with.

So if possible, he naturally hopes to get online with Charles.

Unfortunately, Charles was not very interested in this, so he had no idea of ​​investing in finance or buying various old antiques.

However, the other party's words woke him up.

You can be yourself by abandoning vanity. So, when you have the ability to break all the constraints at present, why not do it?

Thinking about it, Charles smiled at him, then turned to look at the roadblock ahead and the two rows of soldiers behind the roadblock.

At the edge of the street where no one noticed, the young man's dark eyes suddenly turned into ice blue.
Chapter completed!