Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1100 Start taking action

Did I say something too hurtful just now... Tsk, I'm almost becoming a loner by always staying in the God-Forsaken Land, hardly communicating with anyone except Angel and the weekly tarot club. But this is more in line with the "personality" of the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow... I wonder how the "Dark Wolf" Kotar spent the thousands of years there, playing house with his secret doll?
Klein muttered to himself. The somewhat dull expression of the "magician" lady in front of him disappeared, and turned into a colorful space in the spirit world.

He did not waste the precious time of the "historical image", and quickly traveled around, talking with several familiar angels, making promises in exchange for their help, and planning an operation to hunt the "Dark Wolf".

Magicians don’t do unprepared performances!
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Early in the morning, Earl Hall woke up in his luxurious villa in Queens and took a walk in the garden as usual, exercising his legs which were no longer as nimble as they were in his youth.

Today, Backlund's sky is bluer than usual, and the Tussock Times also predicts that this summer will be the best time for air quality in the past ten years.

This is not due to the environmental protection bill which was launched just over a year ago, but because most of the factories in the East District, South District and St. George District have stopped production due to shortage of raw materials, and the towering chimneys no longer emit polluting gases.

This thought only lingered in Earl Hall's mind for a moment before being forgotten.

He then began to think about his daughter Audrey's recent abnormal behavior, especially last week when she asked him to donate his stored grain to help the lower classes and seemed very determined. He was relieved that his daughter had her own ideas, but he was also worried that she would do something unbecoming of her noble status.

Perhaps she should not be allowed to get in touch with the church so early and participate in funds to help the poor, out-of-school children and disabled soldiers. At her age, she should discuss poetry, drama and popular culture with other aristocratic boys and girls. No matter how fierce the war outside is, it will not affect them... The Earl shook his head slowly, returned to the villa, and met his eldest son, Hibbert Hall, who had just returned home early in the morning.

Coming to the study on the second floor with a French window facing the street, where one could directly see half of Queens Borough, the Earl dismissed the servants and looked at his eldest son and said:

"What do those guys from Intis say?"

Hibbert tugged at his collar to loosen it a little before answering:

"They want food, land, and shares. I followed your instructions and met their demands to the greatest extent possible... If Loen loses the war, we can retain our core assets and titles, but the corresponding seats in parliament may be taken back..."

"That's enough. You will convert to Steam by then. They are willing to accept nobles like us, rather than being as strict as the Church of the Eternal Sun... When I step back, you will be the new Earl of Hall."

Although he had expected this, Hibbert's heart still beat fast when he heard his father say this. He lowered his voice and asked:
"Has the situation really reached that point?"

"Time is running out. The city of Conston in the northern battlefield is surrounded by both land and sea. Loen has lost all its outlets to the sea. The fleet can only go north to bypass the North Sea and try to return to the east coast. On the western front, the coalition forces of Intis and Feynaport are approaching Backlund... Unless the coalition forces of the three countries are willing to cease fire, Loen's defeat is a matter of time. Intis and Feysac have also suffered heavy losses. The entire legion has been consumed on the battlefield. They can't stop."

Hibbert's expression was solemn, and after a moment he sighed:

"The situation in Backlund is not good either. The organizer of the East District's march last week has not been caught yet. MI9 said it was done by foreign forces. Haha, which foreign forces? West Balam?"

"procession……"

Earl Hall repeated the word slowly, and his worries about the domestic situation increased.

As a major noble in Loen and a shareholder of many steel and coal companies, he had seen many workers' demonstrations. In recent months, due to food shortages and reduced job opportunities, Backlund had also seen several protests, but they were not large in scale and were quickly quelled.

As long as the army and the church are on my side, I don't have to worry about this kind of thing...

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the window, which seemed to come from far away, but was getting closer and the volume was gradually increasing.

Earl Hall and Hibbert looked towards the French window one after another and were surprised to find that the street in the distance was crowded with people. They were wearing clothes of various colors and styles. Their formation was chaotic, but they maintained basic order and were walking towards this side.

Every time they passed a lamppost on the street, they raised their right fists and shouted in unison:

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

The shouts of tens of thousands of people reached the sky, loud but not noisy, and reached the ears of the father and son clearly, making their faces solemn.

"This is the kind of parade... How did they get to Queens? How come MI9 and the church didn't find out in advance?" Hibbert whispered, looking at his father, "Do you want to send a telegram to the royal family? Sodrak Palace is just down this street."

The count did not answer immediately, but squinted his eyes and carefully observed the parade, and quickly discovered several details:

First of all, the team was not composed of a mob of homeless people and unemployed people like in previous marches, but consisted of many workers from the East and South Districts. They seemed to have made an agreement in advance and shouted slogans in unison at fixed intervals with a clear purpose, which was to target the shortage of food.

Secondly, many patrolmen and soldiers had gathered around, struggling to maintain basic order, but everyone could see that order was maintained by the self-discipline of the parade team rather than the pistols and bullets in their hands. Moreover, after seeing the retired and disabled soldiers wearing military uniforms and medals in the parade, these policemen and soldiers showed sympathy on their faces and would never stand against the parade team.

Finally, a number of bodyguards hired by him to protect the villa and Extraordinary People sent by the church had gathered in the garden below. They were attracted by the momentum of the parade and had different expressions. The bodyguards were a little afraid and panicked, while the official Extraordinary People had sympathy in their eyes.

"bread!"

"We want bread!"

Another shout was heard, closer than the last one, but as far as Earl Hall could see, more marchers were still pouring into this street filled with nobles, and there was no end in sight.

There are at least tens of thousands of people. Considering the number of police here, other streets nearby are probably facing the same problem. The number of people marching may have exceeded 100,000... How did they come here quietly from the East District and the South District? Is it the subway? This level of organization... Earl Hall's scalp was numb. He felt like a stubborn stone blocking the tide. If he didn't think of a way, when the tide came, no one could save him. Of course, as a noble who knew some inside stories of the world of occultism, he knew that whether it was the night, the storm, or the Steam Church that was now under surveillance, there were ways to stop a march of this scale. This was why he was so fearless before. But now facing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of marchers, the Earl realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

The church protects nobles like him so that they can contribute money and effort to maintain the operation of the church and spread the faith. Faith is the goal, and preferential treatment for nobles is just a means!

And I almost misunderstood the relationship between the two... His thoughts raced, and as he shouted "We want bread" again, he turned to his eldest son and hurriedly ordered:
"No, you must immediately send a telegram to Duke Negan, Baron Syndras, and all the nobles on this street, telling them that I am willing to take the lead in donating most of the food, and I hope they will remain calm and not clash with the parade!"

"Okay... okay."

Hibbert was stunned for a moment by his father's sudden change of attitude, his eyes full of confusion, then he recovered from the crowd approaching outside the window and the excited slogans, and hurried out of the study.

Audrey arrived at the door at some point and watched the conversation between her father and brother next to the half-open door in silence.

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North District, St. Samuel's Church.

Leonard, who was urgently summoned, came to Anthony Stevenson's office and met the archbishop who looked a little older recently.

"Mitchell, take your team to Queens, where a demonstration broke out, with perhaps more than 100,000 people."

Leonard, who had already received news from Sherman and Audrey and knew that there would be action today, nodded in surprise and asked:

"Do we need to bring a seal? If we want to stop the march, it may be difficult for us to do it alone."

"No need. You are responsible for the safety of Earl Hall's family, Earl Chelsea's family, and other nobles. If the march turns into a riot, protect them to leave Queens and take refuge in the nearest church. The Storm Church will also send a team of Punishers. You must cooperate with each other to provide cover, but unless there is a direct conflict, you are not allowed to harm the people in the march."

Just as Angel said... Leonard pursed his lips and agreed, looking forward to today's result.

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Queens, Duke Negan's mansion.

The new Duke of Negan, the young Tirion Negan, looked at the surging crowd outside the window and listened to his valet reading out the telegram from Earl Hall. Just as he was about to say something, the door was pushed open and the military saint Celt, with black hair, golden eyes and a neatly dressed uniform, walked in.

The Duke heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and said quickly:
"The situation outside is getting out of control. Does the military have a response plan?"

The Lawmage Celt replied coldly:
"Your Majesty asked me to protect your mansion, and there were no other instructions."

Just protect my mansion... Tirion Nigan looked at Celt's handsome face and couldn't help but ask:

"What about the parade? You should be able to shock them."

"Half of them are believers of the storm, and the other half are believers of the night." Celt replied in a cold tone without changing his expression.

"I am also a believer in the storm!"

Duke Negan lowered his voice and spoke with a hint of anger.

But the next second, he froze in place.

His Majesty learned about the demonstration in Queens so quickly, but the demigods sent out by the military only protected themselves instead of stopping the demonstration. Earl Hall, a believer in the Night, quickly changed his attitude and was willing to donate most of the food... The Duke suddenly understood and stopped arguing with Celt. Instead, he turned around and said to his personal valet:
“Give up the tough stance, make our position clear to the protesters, and say we are also willing to donate food…”

He looked out the window at the endless procession and added:

"Also, secretly hand over the list of merchants who hoarded grain to them!"

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In the ever-dark wilderness of the God-Forsaken Land, a historical projection summoned by Klein came to life after his main body entered the historical mist. He held a lantern in one hand and a jewel-encrusted "Star Staff" in the other. Using the power of this Level 0 Sealed Object, he came to the square of an abandoned town.

Looking around, he saw that it was dead silent. There was no Amon's clone or strange creatures. He waved his hand to disperse the projection of the "Star Staff", placed the lantern at his feet, stood in the dim light, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and chanted in Giant language:

"The Lord of Darkness who exists with history, the embodiment of countless miracles, the god who controls wishes..."

This is the honorific name of the "Dark Demon Wolf" Kotar in the information provided by the Goddess of Night. Although this information was from thousands of years ago when the Goddess and Kotar were both "Demon Wolf King" Flegra, and may have expired, from the perspective of mysticism, it is still very likely to point to this existence.

Sure enough, just after he finished reading the honorific name, Klein's spirituality was touched and he felt the gaze from a certain existence.

He pretended not to notice, repeated the honorific name three times, sighed and shook his head as if in great disappointment, and then recited another honorific name:
"Eternal Blazing Sun..."

(End of this chapter)