Chapter 993： Double stage (2/2)

Compared with the vague and anxious rumors before, at least this matter is clear: with the unanimous approval of all members of the Imperial Assembly, His Majesty temporarily closed the Assembly.

No one knows what future this city-or this country-will face.

But for the civilians living at the bottom of the city, they have not yet reached the level where they can worry about such "big events". The factory is still running, and the exchanges, stations, and docks still need a large number of employees. Even due to the outbreak of this inexplicable war, the machines in the factory are turning a little bit happier than in the past, and those who work in the factory People... They have to work harder to keep up with those bearings and gears that turn faster and faster.

Bonn tightly wrapped his old coat, and walked hurriedly on the way to the magic train station. He has walked this way many times, and he has to set off from here almost every day to the station or station. Moving things in the warehouse next to them, loading and unloading trucks, and then on the way home until the sun sets, from here back to the dilapidated apartment in Xia Shizi Street. And he is not the only person walking on this road, and there are many people who also go to the station to work the same route with him-they walk fast or slow in the fog, silent to each other, only their footsteps The sound is like those gears and chains in the factory that can't speak.

The bell of a two-wheeler came from nearby. Bonn glanced aside and saw the young postman riding a car through the fog. The **** bag was on the back seat of the car, which was already wet by the fog. .

When the postman passed between these workers, he appeared to be full of spirits, and even had a proud posture. Obviously, he thought his job was more decent than these coolies who could only carry goods.

Bonn shook his head, thinking nothing, just continued on his own way.

But there was another sound that broke the calm in the mist: it came from mid-air, as if a sharp resonance sounded across the city in an instant, and then there was a short and loud music from the air. , It was so sudden and loud, even the lingering fog of Aldernan seemed to be shaken by the sound, flowing in the winter sun.

Bonn froze for a moment, and quickly realized what it was—this was the sound of magic towers set up all over the city, and these magic towers were all directly connected to Obsidian Palace, Aldernan’s The citizens know very well what these "magic-controlled gadgets" mean by making sounds—obviously, someone who is qualified to speak over the city is about to speak, and the whole city must listen.

This subsequent voice will even appear in recent newspapers and be sent to various parts of the country.

Bonn shrank his neck subconsciously, and then he heard a majestic, low-pitched male voice suddenly sounded, which shocked him--

"...Say hello to my hardworking and loyal people, I am your protector and loyal servant of the Empire, Rosetta Augustus...

"...The royal family has noticed the tension in the city, but please relax. The situation has been effectively controlled. Recently...

"...The empire has entered a state of wartime emergency, and the royal family will spare no effort to protect the rights and interests of every citizen in this difficult period. I personally announce the following bill:

"...The rights and interests of workers in the factory will be guaranteed, and the income of all positions will not be less than...For the workers who extend their working hours and work overtime to produce and actively contribute to the empire, corresponding rewards will be formulated...

"Regarding wartime food supplies and medical supplies..."

...

The magic broadcast reverberated over the city, and Aldernan could be heard clearly from any corner.

"Insane...Insane...Insane!!!"

A short man walked angrily in the dark red carpeted hall, expensive and delicate leather boots plunged into the thick carpet, making only a small noise. The expensive dress on his body was wrinkled by his rough movements, and even one of the buttons on the collar was dropped-it was pulled off by himself in an angry display attitude.

Several high-ranking combat mages wearing black short robes were standing near him. These combat mages were looking at the demeaning man with indifferent eyes, with neither pity nor sarcasm on their faces.

"He can't do this! Listen, he can't do it-even if he is the emperor!" The short man flushed and shouted to the black-robed wizards, "He has no right to deprive me of any reputation and title. , These titles were granted to my family by his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather! What did I do? I didn’t do anything! I just tried to maintain our glorious tradition! Go and reply to that living in Obsidian Palace People here, he has no right..."

"Sir Yule, there is one last minute left for you to arrange housework," a black-robed mage suddenly said calmly, interrupting the man's angry shout, "If you confirm that you have finished the arrangements, please contact Let's take a trip-in addition to fulfilling the formalities, you have to explain many things to Prince Hadillon."

"Explain what? I have nothing to explain!"

"For example, the three illegal estates under your name, or the extra gold characters in your vault--" the black robe mage said quietly, "or those who have disappeared in your family castle?"

The short man flushed even more suddenly, and looked at the wanderer mage in front of him angrily: "Listen, I don't know where these unprovoked accusations come from-and even if they exist, this is for someone like me. What’s that for the nobles? Are you going to take me away from here just based on these accusations!?"

"Unfortunately, you really only have one choice-go to Obsidian Palace with us, which at least proves that you are loyal to the empire and to the Emperor himself."

The short man stared, and then suddenly he seemed to calm down again. He stepped back half a step, tugged his coat vigorously, and said word by word: "Let the stinky Hadillon Augustus Come to see me personally, or let his father come!"

The battle mages looked at each other.

"Well, Sir Yule, then it's the second plan."

A mage took a step forward while talking.

"You are not loyal."

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