Shire was exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep before he lay in bed.

He had a dream, and he even knew that he was dreaming, but the dream did not wake him up because of his awake consciousness, and the dream continued.

He dreamed that he followed many people wearing cloaks and covering their faces and walking in a place like a sewer pipe.

They kept separating at some forks and converging, and finally came to a huge space.

There are already many people here, all wearing gray or dark brown cloaks and hoods that deeply hide their faces in the darkness.

"The decaying rule should not be allowed to continue. Look at our brothers and sisters. They throw us here like animals and ignore them, so that we can be immersed in pain all the time, while they enjoy the fruits of our labor. This is unfair..."

In the dream, Charles stood in a place that looked like a sewer. There were many huge pipe entrances in the huge space, and some green thick liquid and other sewage slowly flowed out of some pipes and finally gathered at their feet.

There is no clear perception in the dream. He can imagine the feeling of this sewage covering the instep, but he cannot imagine the smell and pungent smell.

He looked up at the man standing on a pipe in the distance. The man was wearing a steel mask, carefully polished to give the outside a silver mirror.

He roared loudly and roared, and his rich body language made his words very infectious.

People who stood around Shire who couldn't see clearly waved their arms, supporting his statement, including Shire, were also waving their arms.

He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't change anything, he watched it like a bystander.

After talking for a long time, the man wearing a mask suddenly waved his hand to calm people down. When the voice came out through the mask, there had been some changes. "We want to break all injustice and usher in a new tomorrow. For this moment, I am willing to die immediately now and turn into a force that tears the darkness through the dawn!"

He raised his arms, "Dawn is coming..."

...

When Charles woke up in the morning, he had no impression of the dream he had last night. He just remembered that idiot wearing a silver mask wanted to change the world by assassinating the queen.

To be honest, this idea is stupid, because a person can never rule the world, she must rely on the power of others, and this is not a feudal imperial society.

At least this is what he has learned recently, similar to constitutional monarchy, but there are some differences in details.

It is meaningless to kill the queen, except for angering all the ruling classes and making the lives of the lower classes more uneasy and turbulent, because it is definitely not the queen who can really interfere with the lives of the people, but the ministers.

As for the dream, he became an assassin in the end... Dreams are dreams, and they will never be real. This may be related to his recent relationship with him, and he will always obtain some related content from all aspects, and eventually weave it into this absurd dream.

Today is the last day of his probation period. The task assigned to him by the editor has failed. He needs to go back and hand over it, and then resign or the editor will kindly keep him. In addition, he has to go to the bank, and Xia Li will pay the tuition and miscellaneous fees tomorrow.

By the way, I also want to buy vegetables and change the taste.

The calm life was filled with some uneasiness. When Charles was less than nine o'clock, he had already arrived at the Steam Daily newspaper and met his immediate boss, Mr. Smith.

Smith looked at Charles helplessly, "I thought you would bring some positive things to our situation, but you also saw that you have not had a report that you could show off in this month, and I was very disappointed..."

Shire had not considered that he had to rely on this... a third-rate tabloid donated by philanthropists. He didn't even understand why his former owner chose to work in such a newspaper.

Just as the bearded officer said, Charles could have found a decent job in the Midtown area, with more salary, better benefits, and higher social status.

He took the camera off his neck very quickly, "Sorry, Mr. Smith, I disappointed you, so I will apply to the newspaper for dismissal..."

Smith was stunned for a moment. He thought Shire would ask to stay. He even thought about how to show the difficulty of this matter and his efforts in this matter, and finally stabilized Shire's work in exchange for Shire's gratitude to him.

The script should be like this, rather than he directly proposed to give up.

Mr. Smith immediately reacted, "No, no, I don't mean that. Although you are indeed disappointing, you are still young, and young means you have more opportunities to try..."

He praised his sudden eloquence in his heart, "We will give you another two weeks of probation. You don't have to thank me, you just need to do your own work team."

"Remember, this is not responsible for me, but for you, kid..."

Smith, who was in his forties, met Charles in his early twenties. This sentence was not too much. He picked up a notebook in his hand and looked up for a while before looking up at Charles, saying, "Three days later, the route of the Queen's inspection was set in Apeda. Although Steam Daily is just a tabloid in the lower city, we have higher circulation than some newspapers in the middle city."

"In order to allow Her Majesty's gospel and light to illuminate the dark lower city, the men in the upper city specially gave us a place to report with the group."

"You know, everyone wants this opportunity to get close to the queen at the close, but they are always dreaming. As the only college student in the newspaper, the president personally named and allocated this quota to you."

"So you need to follow up and report on some of the Queen's visit to Aepeda throughout the process. It's really an enviable interview work, Charles!"

At this time, Charles completely lost his reaction to the outside world, his mind was very confused, and even thinking became difficult.

When Mr. Smith talked about the Queen's inspection route being set in Apeda, his mind exploded.

The dream last night, what the girl said in the library, the tips of the bearded officer on the way back, and the things Smith talked about now, seemed to have an invisible line that connected everything together...

A story that he himself felt was absurd gradually emerged, and he was frightened...

"Grass!"
Chapter completed!