Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 577 Backlund in Chaos

Eastside.

In a one-bedroom room.

Iris pushed open the door of her home with a heavy hand, her mind filled with the scene of the army dispersing the textile workers in the afternoon.

She was somewhat frightened by the soldiers' brutality and the cold muzzles of their guns, and she was even more worried about the future fate of the textile factory.

After all, it is not easy to find a job with such good pay in the East District.

Especially for her who had only received a few days of basic education.

I opened the door and the lingering stench eased a little.

However, before she could quietly close the door to avoid the landlord asking for payment for wear and tear, she heard sad cries.

The evening sun was blocked by haze, but the simple room was still clearly visible.

Dilapidated walls, a table with peeling paint, and a stool that was missing a leg but still managed to maintain balance.

"Mom, what happened?"

She walked quickly forward and came to the side of her mother who was wiping her tears with her rough hands.

It was not until this moment that she realized that the cold atmosphere in the house was different from usual.

"Your father's leg was broken by cargo at the dock. The doctor said it's serious and will cost a lot of money."

"Elise, I remember your salary was 11 soli and 8 pence, right? You weren't late or asked for leave this week!"

Looking at her mother's eager eyes as if grasping at the last hope, Iris's expression froze and her body trembled inexplicably.

The experience of being driven out of the factory was still vivid in her mind, but at this moment she had no time to recall it, so she quickly asked:

"How is my father? I remember that after I started working, my family had some savings..."

"Elise, that's not enough!"

The woman, who looked to be nearly middle-aged, emphasized her words and then said sadly:
"Your father is still in the hospital. Our family is out of money. We will start to starve tonight. Maybe we have to move to the innermost part of the East District."

"Iris, I remember your factory belongs to the 'Company'. I heard old Will, the baker, tell me so."

She looked hesitant and at a loss as to what to do.
"He also said that your factory can advance wages for the next few weeks?"

The middle-aged woman with wrinkles in her eyes looked at her daughter cautiously, fearing that the news she heard was just a rumor without any basis.

Iris was stunned and asked blankly:

"How much do you need?"

"3 pounds."

The middle-aged woman frowned with joy and looked at her daughter expectantly.

"But, but..."

Illya opened her mouth and was about to tell the fact that the factory was banned by the kingdom today, but she stopped suddenly.

The family savings had been used for emergencies. My father broke his leg at the dock, and my mother's meager salary from washing clothes was not enough to pay the rent here or the family's subsequent expenses.

The sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and Iris, with a blank mind, suddenly realized that no matter what she did, there seemed to be only one way.

"I, I will try it. I will go now!"

With a heavy pressure on her shoulders, Iris pushed open the door and trotted back.

'I hope Mr. Nix, who is distributing the salaries, is still here, and I hope the soldiers have left...'

She prayed silently in her heart and ran fast in the afterglow of the sun.

After running for a distance, the discomfort in her lungs made her slow down and breathe deeply.

"It's almost there, it's almost there..."

Looking towards the textile factory, Iris started running again.

boom!
But just as she was about to approach the factory gate, a crisp gunshot made her stop abruptly.

"I, I'm an employee here, I, I left something here, and my salary for this week hasn't been paid yet."

She smiled ingratiatingly with a pale face, stammering and shouting out the words she had made up along the way.

However, the soldier ten meters away did not show any extra expression and said without any emotion:

"The factory has been sealed off and no one is allowed to approach!"

"Otherwise you will be shot on the spot!"

After saying that, he raised his gun again and pointed it at Iris who had already stepped into the cordon.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the girl, who was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, was so frightened that her body trembled and she retreated backwards with a pale face.

She didn't feel relieved until she saw the soldiers in red uniforms put down their guns.

'There's no way to get in here. Maybe, maybe, they won't be here for long...'

Iris kept wandering outside the factory, pacing back and forth nervously, trying to wait for the soldiers with guns to leave as soon as possible.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Time passed slowly, and when only a ray of sunlight remained, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"You are breaking the law, I will not surrender!"

In the distance, a well-dressed man in his thirties was forcibly subdued by soldiers and pushed onto a carriage.

Behind him, there were several officers carrying heavy suitcases with smiles on their faces.

"That's Mr. Nix from the finance department. Those boxes contain... gold pounds!"

"He was taken away..."

When Iris saw the boxes that were often seen when salaries were distributed, she felt that the little hope in her heart was suddenly shattered.

She staggered, her mouth trembling slightly. The fear that surged in her heart made her give up the decision to go forward and argue to get her salary back.

My heart was filled with a gray gloom, just like the desolate streets after the sun sets.

Iris walked and walked, mechanically, wandering without knowing the direction.

My father's leg was broken. If it can't be cured, he might be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, or help my mother wash clothes at home.

And this often means the beginning of tragedy. Iris has seen and heard too many similar scenes.

But she never thought that such misfortune would befall her one day.

Tears quietly slid down from the corners of her red eyes, and her blurred vision reflected rows of lit gas street lamps.

Perhaps it is the guidance of fate, perhaps it is the beginning of disaster, or perhaps it is an unconscious choice in the subconscious.

In this false and faint yellow light, in the reflection of the glass of the street shops, Iris saw her pretty but freckled face, her dense but somewhat rough and withered blonde hair, and her slender body that could not hide her girlish youth.

Can they be exchanged for money?
Iris didn't know, but she still took a difficult step and walked into the store that was open at night and was filled with melodious music and the laughter of men and women.

'Perhaps, without those soldiers, I wouldn't have encountered these again...' The girl thought weakly as she took off all her clothes and lay on the bed.

………………

The Queen.

In the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

The blonde girl sat up from the bed early in the morning, picked up the book "Storm Heights" which had been idle on the bedside for a long time, and flipped through the pages with a frown.

A few days ago, the royal family relied on the army to ban factories, industries and shops under the name of World Peace Company.

In just one day, most of World Peace Company's businesses in Backlund were shut down.

Countless people lived on the streets, countless people marched in protest, and countless people returned to their original factories, repeating the heavy and endless work day after day, year after year.

Tragedy occurred one after another, and those who encountered disasters lost their previous composure and returned to their busy and hopeless lives.

Prices are rising, class contradictions are deepening, and chaos is inevitable.

The East End, the factory district, and even the middle-class Cherwood district were filled with villains who robbed, raped, killed, and abused lives to take revenge on society.

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The pressure on Sidras Field suddenly increased. Although police forces were actively dispatched to maintain order, the increasingly chaotic situation could not be suppressed.

Seeing this, the kind-hearted Audrey went to see Ron on Saturday to try to discuss what methods could be used to reverse the current situation.

However.
"This is the last lesson I will teach you. Mercy cannot change everything. As a king, you must carefully consider the balance between the two."

“I am not the God who saves the world, but I still give the right to choose back to everyone. This is fair and just.”

"If they lose all possibilities and run forward according to the best fate, they are essentially no different from puppets."

"If this is the case, then everything in the world has lost its meaning to me."

Recalling Mr. Ron's reply to her a few days ago, Audrey felt that the young man was a true god at that moment.

"He has human emotions, but divinity is still mixed in. It's a tangled mess, really contradictory."

She sighed and muttered softly. Now that the situation became clearer, Audrey still didn't understand what was going on.

Although she was dissatisfied with Mr. Rowan's use of the lower classes, she still knew that this was the best way to overthrow the royal family and the way to enhance her own prestige with the least sacrifice.

How can there be no bloodshed in reform?

Falling can make people sober, and pain is the best medicine to cure confusion.

"Audrey, I didn't expect you to become a bad person. You learned to use and deceive people, and even allowed the death of innocent people to achieve your own goals. If I had just joined the Tarot Club, I would probably choose to have a big quarrel with Mr. Ron."

"Oh, no, it's obviously the royal family's fault, why should I take it on myself! Maybe it's because my intentions are not pure enough! ? "

Pursing her lips and suppressing a little guilt and melancholy in her heart, the girl comforted herself, closed the book, put on clothes that were convenient for movement, and walked out of the room.

Without disturbing anyone, she came to the first floor of the villa, and suddenly saw her old father with some gray hair on his temples, sitting in a chair in the hall in a daze with dark circles under his eyes.

Audrey stopped walking out and walked towards her old father.

"Dad, what's wrong? What's on your mind?"

The former Earl Hall glanced at his daughter, a smile appeared on his lips, and he sighed:
"Nothing, I just feel that the times are changing too fast, and even I can't see the current situation clearly."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, and finally said:
"Up to this point, I can probably understand the general idea, but for the royal family with an army, those are just minor troubles."

“I feel like this is all a bit too hasty.”

Audrey nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, and spread her hands and said, "Who made some people unable to wait?"

Hearing this, the former Earl Hall smiled mockingly, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Who are those people, my little princess? Or is there only one person?"

"Dad~"

As if she heard Mr. Hall's teasing, Audrey shook her father's shoulders coquettishly, as innocent as a young girl who knows nothing about the world.

Seeing her father looking even more haggard than before, the girl felt mixed emotions.

On the one hand, she felt guilty about her own affairs, which had dragged her father, who was nearly 50 years old, into the matter. On the one hand, her father and mother would be so worried that they couldn't sleep every night.

On the other hand, she was under extremely heavy pressure. She was worried about her failure, worried that she was not qualified to win and would bring disaster to her family, relatives, friends and those who supported her.

"Audrey, have confidence in yourself. With Mr. Ron here, what are you afraid of?"

After chatting with her father for a while, Audrey used her extraordinary ability to calm Earl Hall and her own spirit, then got on a carriage and left her home in Queens.

If you want to gain support, simple speeches and lobbying are not enough; the distribution of food, medicine and the maintenance of order are still inevitable.

Fortunately, her father's family background and the support from the church were enough to sustain the girl for a while.

In the East District, outside the medical clinic that belongs exclusively to World Peace Company.

"I don't know if there will be food distribution today. I was hungry all day yesterday. There are too many people here!"

"Even the price of black bread is rising now. We are giving it away for free, so we can't give out much."

"My child has a high fever and we need medicine. Please let me be at the front of the line. I can give you anything, anything!"

The crowd in the queue suddenly became riotous, but as carriages passed by, they quickly returned to calm.

"Great, we are saved, that's Earl Hall's convoy!"

"She is such a kind person, the kindest person I have ever met"

"I don't know if the company can continue to operate. Why is it banned for no reason?"

"I heard that the king was short of money, and the company's treatment was too good, so other factory owners were unwilling to join. That's why it was banned."

"Those demons who eat people without leaving any bones behind will definitely give birth to children without anus!"

The happiness created by the World Peace Company has been torn into pieces, and the consequences are far beyond the ability of a king who can only pass the buck to others.

'Maybe He knew, but He didn't care and still chose to do it'

"Well, I am essentially the same. I hang my family emblem in the most conspicuous place, just in case others don't know my identity. Well, Audrey, you are not so perfect either."

Audrey felt guilty hearing the constant praise from the crowd, but she soon calmed down and distributed today's food and medicine with the hired helpers.

One, two, three.
"Thank you, thank you, great Sir."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Time passed quickly. Audrey gave a stiff smile as she listened to the thanks given in a flurry of adjectives.

Although there is more than one charity organization in the entire East District and in the entire Backlund that distributes supplies in the name of Earl Hall, there are still many people who do not have time to claim these hard-earned supplies.

After distributing the last piece of bread and the last bottle of water, Countess Hall rubbed her stiff face.

But as soon as she put her hand down, the spiritual intuition of the "audience" began to send out crazy warnings.

boom--

Following her instinct, Audrey instantly turned sideways. A bright orange bullet grazed her face, leaving a trace of bright red blood.

The noble girl immediately dodged behind the cover, looked up, and found that in a one-bedroom room of a three-story apartment in the distance, a strange man was taking aim for the second time with a high-pressure steam rifle.

(End of this chapter)