When people in the audience saw this scene, no one could react for a moment.
No one thought that this assassin would die so easily.
After a brief silence, the scene began to become chaotic. Amidst the screams, the soldiers of the King's Guard rushed to the high platform.
Cabinet members and nobles in the House of Lords either subconsciously sought shelter or mustered up the courage to follow the guards and inspect the scene.
Audrey looked at it with a slightly dazed expression, feeling that everything happened so suddenly and so unreal.
She had long guessed that something big might happen in the king's speech, but she didn't expect that Mr. Devil would actually engage in such a radical behavior. She didn't believe that Mr. Devil would simply die like this, but it had completely collapsed.
The island of her soul, but it repeatedly impacted her confidence.
Soon, a figure that was very familiar to many people present, but also extremely surprising, appeared on the high platform where the king had fallen. He was wearing a palace dress and had an aura of iron blood about him. He stretched out his hand to hold the king's hand.
Hold the phone and say:
"Dear people, I am Edsac Augustus, the third prince of the Kingdom of Loen. Now, I have to announce a sad news to you. Just today, December 3, 1350, at 9:27 am
, our King, George Augustus III, was assassinated during a speech in Memorial Square and died of his injuries,
The assassin has been killed on the spot. Next, the cabinet will temporarily take over the war affairs. We will take out food reserves to stabilize food prices, open relief agencies in various places, provide basic living subsidies, and make war profits to drive up food prices.
The profiteers who set high prices will be punished. Although we have lost a king, please people, please believe..."
Prince Edsac, who should have committed suicide for "raising a witch", "causing great smog" and other disgraceful reasons, now stood on a high platform and announced the king's obituary and new policies to the whole country. This made Taiwan
The cabinet members, nobles, and congressmen felt extremely ridiculous.
But as veteran officials, they did not act rashly. At this time, no matter how bad their political sense was, they could still detect the unusual smell of gunpowder smoke.
Audrey, who was standing next to her mother, was focusing on another issue at this time——
The mood that was originally reversed because of that Mr. Clown seemed to be fading quickly.
“By focusing resentment, dissatisfaction and anger on the king, and then by killing the king, did you kill the sadness and resentment of the people?”
…
As Audrey said, under the "live broadcast accident" led by Snow, under the influence of the BGM player created by the singer's potion, and under the empathy brought by the power of Zhuang Zhou's fish, all who heard it
Under his guidance, the people who broadcast the news regarded Qiao San as the source of all evil. When the news of Qiao San's death was made public, all the negative emotions such as sadness, anger, fear and worry disappeared.
Of course, killing the "source of all evil" is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. People who have lost loved ones will still be sad, and people who are in the flames of war will still be worried. But after a round of guidance, as long as the follow-up work on people's livelihood can keep up, everything can be done.
Neither will be a problem.
The enthusiasm and labor movement that had spread to all parts of Loen had already stored a large amount of food and supplies before the war. Once Qiao San died, the supplies and food would be in place immediately.
And the assassin who was shot dead on the spot also managed to truly "die" in the witness of countless people.
Snow's body had completely died with the gunshot, but his spirit body and spirit had been combined with extraordinary characteristics and transformed into another existence as early as the moment he took Schrödinger's Cat potion.
form.
With the death of his body, Snow's sense of existence dropped to a limit, and his consciousness began to flow blindly, constantly looking for a place to settle down.
The ritual of Schrödinger's Cat is completely different from all the angel rituals in the world. Other rituals are basically establishing anchor points and developing anchor points to anchor one's mental state and avoid being engulfed by the erosion caused by magic potions.
But Schrödinger's cat is just the opposite. Its ritual is to remove its own anchor.
This is because the ability of Schrödinger's Cat is too free, and the side effects are extremely terrifying. To survive in this state, absolute and unshakable will is a must.
Snow, who had given up his body, only felt that his consciousness was constantly expanding and contracting. The characteristics of the coffin bearer as an auxiliary material began to play a role. The power called death was like an ice coffin, wrapping his indescribable consciousness.
The bone-chilling cold silence transcended all physical senses and directly impacted his spirit.
The "ice coffin" melted little by little, and Snow's consciousness began to flow in the sea of collective subconsciousness. No, it is not accurate to say that it is flowing. To use a more accurate term, it should be "jumping".
He has no flow process, no forward trajectory, but directly flashes back and forth on islands that are not adjacent to each other.
Countless people's cognitions impacted the "Ice Coffin", and Snow's consciousness became increasingly clear in the biting cold.
"Yes, I have actually been promoted..." When the goal was remembered, and when the consciousness was refocused, Snow's "secondary two" cognition, which he had spent several months reawakening, began to come into play.
The ridiculous idea that "I am the most special existence in the world" became the only shield that supported him to "stay" in countless islands of consciousness after the 'ice coffin' melted.
Various consciousnesses and cognitions flowed into Snow's consciousness along the islands of consciousness, but they were blocked by his belief that "I am the only noble one, and I disdain the company of ordinary consciousnesses like you". He maintained a pure
The self is constantly going back and forth in the consciousness of everyone who is connected to it, accumulating some kind of power that is difficult to explain.
…
Backlund, where the parliament is located.
Because King George III died suddenly and suddenly, all nobles and parliamentarians were not allowed to return to their homes, and they were concentrated here twenty times, accepting the protection of the three major churches and the military.
Audrey, who was dressed in pure black, stood behind the railing on the second floor, quietly staring down.
Because the incident was so sudden, she still felt unreal and unreal until now.
She seemed to be out of touch with reality and was watching an unusual dramatic performance:
Her father, brother, nobles, and congressmen gathered in small groups in different small rooms. From time to time, one of them would walk out, covered in smoke and dressed like a gentleman, and quickly rush to other discussion circles, and from time to time, they would
Exchange a few words with the stiff-faced officers from MI9;
The ladies and ladies sat in the lounge. Most of them had not yet come to their senses. Their eyes were dull and they were trembling slightly. However, Miss Triss, who was very famous in the social circle recently, kept walking back and forth between the military and the congressmen.
, Judging from their attitudes, this lady seems to be very extraordinary.
Prince Edsac, who was supposed to be dead long ago, was sitting in a prominent position in the hall, communicating with several officers. The aura of a superior person gave people the feeling that he had become a king.
All this happened in a very quiet environment, with only the sound of footsteps and vague whispers echoing, like a realistic giant-screen oil painting, with its gorgeous layout, dark colors, spring morning light and everyone's faces
The expressions on the faces together create an extremely depressing atmosphere.
Audrey pursed her lips slightly and couldn't help but reach out and hold the folding fan she carried with her, feeling slightly depressed.
"Even if the mood of the people is affected, killing the king will inevitably bring about deep-seated hatred. Now Prince Edsac seems to have unknowingly controlled the power of the royal family and the military, but the separation of the three major churches
It’s inevitable...Mr. Devil, why on earth..."
"Because this is the choice of the times."
Suddenly, a voice emerged in Audrey's mind. She was startled, and immediately switched her substitute's field of vision, looking down at the island in her mind, only to find that a familiar figure had appeared on the island at some point.
"I didn't expect that the person I miss the most right now would be Miss Justice!"
"Mr. Devil?! How come you are on the island of my mind?"
