On the morning of the 11th.
Most of the citizens in Backlund had basically heard of the special parade yesterday.
They actually broke into Civilas Street!
You know, the parades they heard about in the past were really just hearsay - basically no one had seen it, and the newspapers only mentioned it in one or two sentences at most.
But this time is definitely different.
Curiosity to know more drove them to pick up newspapers.
"Backlund Morning News", "Daily Observer", "Backlund Post"...
Basically, the front page headlines of all newspapers were about yesterday's demonstration.
It can be seen that although the photos in each newspaper were obviously taken at different times and places, the people in the photos are all roughly the same - they are all initiators of the march.
Among them, "Daily Observer" marked the photos in the most specific way.
Because it marked the identity of at least one of them - the bounty hunter Rexxar.
As for the remaining people, because they have never done anything, all newspapers have not yet figured out their information.
In this regard, the "Daily Observer" has made the most positive commitment and will send reporters to visit the dock area to reveal the unknown aspects of the march in the form of continuous reporting.
…
North District, 39 Burklund Street, Congressman Macht's home.
Miss Hazel Macht took today's newspaper from the maid's hand and read it for a moment before she suddenly became stunned.
There was a person she knew in the eye-catching photo on the front page of the newspaper.
Someone she had almost completely forgotten!
The memory flashed back, and she remembered again that night, that weird man, and the weird words he said...
I obviously intend to remember his words and verify them slowly... And last time, I obviously remembered it!
Why did you forget again? !
Hazel held the newspaper, forced herself to think calmly, and came up with a solution.
She handed the newspaper to the maid and told her solemnly, "Remember, I will see this newspaper every morning from now on."
Although the young maid in a black and white dress was confused, she still nodded seriously to remember.
It's not difficult anyway.
…
West End, Backlund University.
In a classroom.
There was still some time before class started, and the students were gathered in small groups.
They are also reading newspapers.
Yesterday's parade was only a block and a half away from them, and they even vaguely heard the slogans of the parade.
"how come?!"
A tall student with neatly combed blond hair suddenly widened his eyes and let out a cry of surprise.
He grabbed the "Daily Observer" from his classmate's hand, carefully looked at the person in the middle of the photo, and then looked at the marked identity information——
"The bounty hunter Lexa... was a key figure in the final settlement of last month's 'Necklace Bet'..."
"How can it be?!"
The description that the blond student saw was completely different from what he expected, and he felt unbelievable.
"Reyes, what's wrong with you?" A classmate patted him on the shoulder.
Another classmate took the newspaper away from him and took a look at it, "Hey, bounty hunter, what's so great about it that it deserves such surprise?"
At this time, Reyes also calmed down a bit and asked, "What's going on with the 'Necklace Bet'?"
School started in February, and he had just returned to Backlund not long ago. He had never heard of this popular "bet" after the New Year.
"Oh, that," a classmate said casually, "That's it..."
…
East District, Silun Textile Factory.
"I couldn't believe my eyes!"
Varina's former colleague Susan entered the accounting hut outside the warehouse and slapped a newspaper on the table in front of John.
"Have you read the newspaper? Look at the man in the photo."
John lowered his head, then raised it up after a second with a surprised look on his face. Then he lowered his head again, looked at it carefully, and said:
"You want to say...? But how could that be? How could he be a bounty hunter? He shouldn't be..."
Susan nodded slowly and said, "But it's really similar!"
"Well, indeed..." John nodded.
…
Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street.
A pale-faced man wearing a workman's coat walked stiffly from an alley to the street, took out newspapers and letters from the mailbox, and walked back stiffly.
He went all the way back to the depths of the alley, entered the back door of a certain house, put the things in his hands on the table, walked into a room, sat on a bench and stopped moving.
What makes people feel weird and horrified is that there are more than a dozen "brothers" who are almost identical to men sitting on the bench.
This is the three-bedroom apartment Maric and Sharon rent.
When they are not at the Brave Man Bar, they spend most of their time resting here.
Maric picked up the letters and newspapers on the table, and after looking at them briefly, decided to read the newspapers first.
"This guy is causing trouble again!"
After just a few glances, he saw the big news that Varina had made.
Less than a month later, another even more sensational event happened...
"He should be trying to figure out how to digest the potion."
Miss Sharon, wearing a complicated black dress and a small soft hat, walked in through the wall and said in a calm tone.
…
Also in the Bridge District, a restaurant on the street.
Qili was enjoying her breakfast and flipping through the newspaper.
After the last wage-demanding incident, Varina's focus of life gradually shifted to the dock area and rarely returned to the bridge area.
But based on what Warina said before, it was not difficult for Qili to judge that yesterday's demonstration was instigated by Warina.
She does not know the impact of the repeal of the Corn Laws. Based on her current understanding, Varina's performance will not be very effective.
It was a big loss in her opinion that the potion could not be fully digested after being in such a big limelight.
If we adopt the cruel and cold acting method that the sect has always promoted, we can completely digest the potion without making such a big splash.
Qili sighed secretly.
Alas, let it be.
…
While most citizens were learning about the march through newspapers, the protagonists and core figures who encouraged the march, and even the staunch supporters, were all sleeping in the pub.
Either lying on the table, lying on a bench, or leaning against the wall...
When they arrived at the tavern late yesterday night, the tavern was already closing.
But with so many people drunk, it was difficult for the bartender to refuse. In addition, these people were all regulars of the pub and were very familiar with them. In the end, he compromised half of them.
After putting out enough drinks and paying the bill, the bartender locked the tavern and allowed them to drink inside.
The premise is that someone must ensure that no one will damage the pub's facilities.
This is not a problem.
Not only Varina, but Mark, Makarov, Burton, and even Kirk who were present are now eligible to provide guarantees.
They were drunk, Varina was not.
He has been worried about possible retaliation from the Aurora Society, and the "Hermit" is good at using shadow spells. How could he take it lightly.
However, don’t be too nervous, and you still need to ensure the sleep you deserve.
