old dream

Chapter 363 Conspiracy
The weather is gradually warming up, but the market in Danaro is becoming more and more depressed.Except for the line in front of the food store getting longer every day, most of the other stores have taken off their signs and their doors are closed.

Colin quietly observed along the street, while the puppet followed not far behind in a small cloak.There is almost no traffic on the road, and people with nothing to do wander around like walking dead.

Occasionally, some women can be seen at the entrance of the alley. They look like ordinary housewives, but cover their faces with scarves, waiting for people passing by to strike up a conversation... just take a look and you will know what is going on.

Today, the golden caves like the Metropolitan Theater, and underground taverns of all sizes in the corners, may be the only two places in the city that still have a little vitality.The former is for the incompetent upper class to indulge in luxury, while more and more angry people gather at the cheap wine tables of underground taverns.

With the help of alcohol, some people quietly planned things that they had never even dared to think about before.Now that there is no way out, there is nothing to be afraid of.While talking, these people pay close attention to the people at the next table, but in the end they find that everyone's situation and thoughts are similar, so they simply move chairs and sit together.

Smart people smell the rust in the air and make plans for themselves early.

In Danaro for nearly a month, I don’t know how many taverns are whispering. Many people only order half a glass of bad wine, but they can sit for a whole day, until a group of domineering Prohibition Commissioners (not long ago were gangsters) Rushing in with sticks in hand to smash and blackmail, these talents scattered and moved to the next meeting place.

Because of the Stade Agency's contraband distribution network in Danaro, Colin was the one who had the most and closest knowledge of these plots.Even the report in the hands of the director of the Ninth Bureau may not be more detailed than what he saw.To put it simply, there are at least six or seven groups of people in Danaro City who are planning large or small riots.Whenever night falls, someone will wrap a simple soil gun in clothes and secretly throw it into the towering fence of the residential area.So far, the secret detectives of the Ninth Bureau have taken actions to arrest dozens of people, but it is impossible to stop the process that countless people have spontaneously promoted.

In fact, tragedies like the Grand Court have never been uncommon in Danaro. The gas leaked out of nowhere, the body of an official was found in a gay brothel one day, or a deranged lunatic shot in the street... Even children would not believe it. Lies, everyone knows what's going on with these bullshit, but they tacitly keep silent.

But this time is different, because all those who died seven days ago were close friends of the Grand Duke.Some people naturally linked them to the previous rumors of "General Vanus' Saber", and at the same time, they didn't know where they heard that the "number one traitor" Zal Winter was also related to this case.

It has always been believed that although Zal Winter was falsely accused of treason, his influence within the authorities has not diminished but increased, and many followers are secretly following him.Because if it weren't for a large number of internal support, it would be impossible for Winter to resist the authorities' full search and arrest, and come and go in Danalo for nearly ten years.

These potential henchmen usually keep silent, hide themselves, and have been watching the various actions of the Edmond family with cold eyes.But at the most critical moment, this group of people will shoulder their responsibilities.

Of course, it would be impossible to rely solely on a group of mobs in the underground tavern, but it might be different if you add Winter and his supporters.So when people in the tavern talked about the two tragedies, what appeared in their eyes was no longer sadness or fear, but hope.

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At the same time, even in the most absurd tavern rumors, no one thought that something was wrong with the principality's crown, the "Bird of Light".The news blockade of the theater played some role, or it was impossible to hear any information about the crown in these low-level occasions.

There are significantly fewer pigeons on the streets and on roofs.I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but as the pigeon flocks are no longer as active as before, the number of bedbugs here seems to be on the verge of getting out of control. Many empty shells of bedbugs have been cleaned out at the door of many people’s houses, and piled up at the entrance of the street. A small pile of deciduous leaves exudes a foul smell.

The closer you get to the Grand Duke's garden palace, the more dead bugs pile up, and people can't imagine what the night will be like nearby... Little black dot-like animals grow up and crawl over People's bed sheets, foreheads and arms lay eggs invisible to the naked eye in all sorts of places.Whether you are poor or rich, no matter how big a person you are during the day, you will suffer similarly in the middle of the night.

Now there is only one issue that Ke Lin is most concerned about, and that is whether the realm of the Grand Duke himself is true or not.He didn't know why he kept thinking about this rambling statement, but he always felt that he seemed to have missed something important.

The key to Nancy's overall plan is to kill the Grand Duke with a theater ceremony, and there is nothing wrong with being cautious.And if you want to know about the Grand Duke, perhaps no news channel can compare to the court lady, Bernice.

"Hmm... are you asking about the Grand Duke?"

In the unattended clothing store in the embassy district, Bernice hugged the petite Boyd Ives. As for the latter, he seemed to have accepted the fact that Colin always sold himself in exchange for information.

The female officer repeated Colin's question.She turned her head and pondered for a while.She obviously has to go in and out of the garden palace every day, but looking at her, it seems that she is recalling something from a long time ago.

"Grand Duke, he..."

A moment later, there was a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth:

"First of all, it is forgetfulness, and it is also forgetfulness that you can't imagine."

Edmund's failing memory was no secret at court.He seemed to forget his schedule or someone's name every few days, which even Colin had heard a little bit about.

"Also, his stubbornness and withdrawnness have reached the point of being pathological...Although everyone is flattering, if Edmund is just an ordinary person, no one will accept him." The lady's face was blank Said expressively.

It was only when the amiable smile on Bernice's face disappeared that Colin noticed that she actually had thick dark circles, and there were a few undetectable fine lines on the corners of her soft eyes.

Is it recent?Or has it always been like this?
Bernice lowered her head and buried her face in the doll's long fluffy hair, wondering what to think.After a moment of silence like this, the female officer hugged Bond Ives tightly in her arms again, and asked abruptly:
"If possible... would you take me out of here?" She raised her eyes, looked at Colin and said:
"The three of us, go to a place that no one knows, and never come back."

(End of this chapter)