Our family is in decline

Lance also had a rough judgment after listening to him.

Family-based supernaturals are very unreliable, as Hamlet has proved. There is a complete set of equipment passed down to ensure the strength of the lord, but it is useless.

Supernatural organizations can either be like the church, looking for and collecting most of the supernatural talents from the entire empire.

Or like the Roma, they rely on the large number of races, then concentrate on training them, and then control them by issuing them.

Anyway, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is normal that the prosperity brought by individuals will disappear when the individuals disappear.

His father, an ordinary person without talent, forcibly intervened in the mysterious supernatural field and came into contact with those dangerous alchemy. It was simply a matter of death. It was a very lucky thing that he could hold on until he grew up.

As for the further decline after he took over, it was probably the same as when Tiffany took over the merchant group. The people below saw that you didn’t understand and embezzled in various ways, but they all burned it.

Those hairy people in the church, let alone, Lance is not surprised by what they do. In the final analysis, it is still a feudal force to maintain its rule.

But it did maintain stability to a certain extent. After all, out-of-control demons are very dangerous for ordinary people.

"Out-of-control transformation is not your subjective will, and you don't need to have too much burden. Now we need to consider how to solve the problem.

But now you can see that Hamlet is turbulent. At least we have to wait until we completely wipe out the cult before we can spare time to help you."

Lance comforted him and first painted a big pie to stabilize him. This alchemy genius must find a way to keep him. At the same time, Lance also asked a very critical question.

"What's your name?"

He is now wanted by the church, and that's why the names he uses are all pseudonyms, but it's obviously not this question now.

The man exhaled a long breath, and then he opened his mouth to say a name.

"Bigby."

"Although it is impossible to solve it from the root now, I will take you to see a scholar who studies mysticism. Maybe he can help you control yourself."

Bigby was also very grateful when he heard this. In Hamlet, he felt the glory of human nature for the first time in a long time.

After a few brief explanations, Lance left. He didn't expect to find a talent by accident. Sure enough, those extraordinary people are all good.

It's a pity that I don't know how many people will choose to stay under the current extreme darkness...

And the clown-like man at the door of the tavern made exaggerated movements and played one tune after another.

After the first few days, people are now in a panic, and not many people can stop to listen.

Even the most beautiful music can hardly soothe the impetuous heart.

At the end of the song, the clown saluted on his own, but there was no audience in front of him.

"Good song, you deserve a reward."

Until a gold coin was thrown and landed on the piano bag.

When the clown looked up, he saw a man standing in front of him.

"What's the name of this song?"

"No name." The clown looked at the man in front of him. He looked ordinary, but inexplicably gave people a sense of conviction.

"It's right to have no name. After all, everyone hears it differently. It's really interesting."

Lance's self-centered words immediately made the clown react.

The expression under the mask could not be seen, but he did not care about the gold coin at all. Instead, he started to play the lute in his hand.

A power that was not there just now was hidden in the tone, and Lance did not waste words and hummed along.

"Ding, ding ding ding..."

The simple humming seemed to have a different power, and it could keep up with the brisk piano sound. It could vaguely feel the confrontation, but it was quite in line with it.

A heart-breaking song, where can I find a soulmate in the world.

Soon when both parties stopped, it seemed that the communication had been completed.

But compared to the silence of the clown, Lance smiled and approached.

"I am the lord here. On behalf of Hamlet, I thank you very much for your help."

"Hehehe!" The clown laughed a strange neurotic laugh and said bluntly, "Are you crazy? I'm just a clown."

"What's wrong with the clown? He doesn't steal or rob, but relies on his ability to make a living. Anyone who works hard in Hamlet deserves respect."

The clown could only smile awkwardly at this, and his neurotic attitude was restrained a little.

"I want to invite you to play a song for me somewhere."

"Where?"

Lance looked a little confused, and sighed. "Follow me and you'll know."

The Heroes' Cemetery was originally established in a place in the suburbs of Lance. Different from ordinary cemeteries, this place has special significance, and not everyone is qualified to be buried here.

Only those who have contributed to Hamlet are qualified, and ordinary people are in another place.

Since its establishment, hundreds of heroes are now lying here, and their achievements are engraved on the tombstones instead of the cross.

There are soldiers who died in battle for Hamlet, and there are also some ordinary people who have outstanding performance, but their heroic deeds are enough to move everyone.

They are the builders of Hamlet, both materially and spiritually.

At the same time, these people also show the cruel reality of Hamlet's confrontation with evil. No matter how careful you are, casualties are inevitable.

According to Lance's preference for refugees with family structure, there are families behind these tombstones.

And today many people gathered here again, the torches reflected the sad faces of the people, they are the families of the martyrs who died this time.

This time, not only the police appeared, but also soldiers and even ordinary people, their loyalty has been demonstrated.

The people have been buried long ago, and those who should cry have cried. This time, Lance was summoned to express his attitude, indicating that he valued those who sacrificed for Hamlet, and also to comfort those families.

Lance never liked too much nonsense. After a simple eulogy, he mainly made a promise to those people that he would strictly implement the regulations and actively report if there were any problems.

The pension cannot be paid all at once, but in units of months, so as to ensure that some individual families will not run away with the money and leave children and the elderly behind.

At the same time, it is also to keep the families in Hamlet and continue to shine.

The clown watched the lord's speech. He traveled around the world, but he had never seen such a noble, but he also cooperated to pluck the strings.

It was not a simple and brisk sound, but a melodious tone spread out, but it soon turned from gentle to radical. The exploding piano sound seemed to reproduce the dangerous situation, but what burst out was a stronger courage...

A song of praise to heroes, different people have different feelings when listening to it. For Lance, he couldn't help but sigh that this person's control of sound can spread this feeling.

Originally, Lance just wanted him to play a few songs to relieve everyone's pressure, but he didn't expect him to compose one on the spot. Such talent is really amazing.

And the consciousness contained in this tune has a deeper meaning, not simply relieving pressure, but making them firm in their beliefs.

In this way, it seems that my [Charming Voice] is a bit rough, not as delicate as his.

It is not difficult to comfort the families of the victims. To be honest, this world is so desperate that they have become accustomed to pain.

Lance doesn't have much to do about this. He can only do his own thing and eliminate the enemy as soon as possible to bring real hope.

"What's the name of this song?"

"No name."

"It's called, "March to Hope." Lance commented, "They are not rushing towards the enemy, but Hamlet's future hope..."

He suddenly turned around and asked the clown.

"What's your name?"

"Sarmenti." The clown was a little surprised why Lance asked this suddenly.

"The author is Sarmenti. I hope you can compose a song for Hamlet to bring hope to everyone in this difficult world."

"I will play the people." The clown didn't say much. He got inspiration from Hamlet, and he did see a glimmer of hope in this chaotic world.

Lance didn't stay for too long. He was there, and they didn't dare to cry loudly. Emotions can only be truly let go if they are vented. The accumulated emotions in the heart will only explode more seriously.

But he was stopped by a woman when he left.

"Lord, please let my two children go."

Lance frowned when he heard this. The woman in front of him was Walter's wife and Tiffany's mother. What did she mean by this? But he didn't get angry, but gestured.

"It seems that there is a misunderstanding between us that needs to be clarified."

After a brief listening, I found that this person's idea was also very simple. He thought that Hamlet was no longer safe and wanted to find a way out for his family.

She wanted to stay by herself and then ask Lance to let the two children go. In her eyes, Tiffany and her brother were probably Lance's hostages.

Who knew that after hearing this, Lance laughed and said, "I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be like this.

Not to mention the two of them, you can also go together. Don't think that Hamlet is a place you can't leave, and I don't mean to threaten your family.

But the road may not be peaceful. I will send a few cavalrymen to take you to Owendo. Your family hasn't seen each other for a while, so it's a good time to get together."

Lance was so busy that he just comforted them with a few words and ran to visit the wounded. They needed to be treated as soon as possible and return to work.

There is a shortage of manpower now. The arrival of the extreme darkness has increased the difficulty of public security management, and more people can only be used.

The majority of them have psychological problems. A large part of these policemen are newly trained. Their consciousness has no knowledge about extraordinary people. Many people still think that they are cultists.

As for the psychological problem, it is also very simple. He only needs to motivate them to save them from negative emotions.

I have to say that after communicating with Sarmienti, I have a better understanding of these.

The injured walked out of the hospital and returned to their posts. Why is it said that Hamlet will not fall as long as the lord is there?

Because no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it does not kill them, it will make them stronger.

But when Lance was busy, he was blocked by someone again when he went back, but this time it was Tiffany, who looked a little indignant.

"What do you mean!"

"Come in if you have anything to say."

I was finally able to sit down and take a breath when I returned home, "Tell me, who made our God of Wealth unhappy again?"

"Why did you say that to her? How can we leave Hamlet at this time? Don't you know the impact?"

Tiffany was unhappy when she saw Lance's casual look, and immediately questioned.

"I also heard that your family quarreled because of this matter in the past few days."

Lance comforted her softly, and raised his hand to signal her to sit down and talk slowly.

On the boat back, Greendale reported to him that someone from Owendo came the day after the dark curtain fell. It was Walter who was inquiring about Hamlet's situation.

At the same time, there was news from Vic, which mentioned that Walter reacted strongly to this vision, and was very concerned about his family's situation and wanted to take his family away.

There is no need to question Vic's loyalty, but it is hard to say about Walter. After all, Lance took over the merchant group that he had worked hard for half his life, which was somewhat shameful.

It should be Walter's letter that made Tiffany's mother worried and wanted the two children to leave.

But Tiffany also knew that she couldn't leave at this time. With her current identity, if she left when something happened, she would not be able to control people even if she came back in the future, not to mention whether it would cause panic. No one would believe her.

For this reason, Tiffany quarreled with her mother, and it was known to everyone. It is estimated that her mother really had no choice but to find the lord.

Lance also briefly talked about the situation when her mother came to him, and he really didn't say anything nonsense, and repeated it verbatim.

"Then what should I say? Are you really hostages? If I don't let you go, I will become a big villain for no reason.

And I said it at the meeting before, Hamlet opened the door, he can go out if he comes in, I have no reason to refuse a mother's request."

"I was at the meeting just now, you want to start a war and expand the project, which will cost a lot of money." Tiffany looked at Lance with a vigilant and scrutinizing look, and questioned him bluntly. "You really don't want to transfer me and then take my money."

"Am I that kind of person? How can you look at me like that!" Lance was also anxious, how could you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?

"In fact, I really think your family can go to Owendo, after all, we haven't seen each other for a long time.

And now Hamlet is honestly very difficult to guarantee safety, it is normal for parents to worry."

"Do you think I will be afraid? My brother doesn't want to leave either, he wants to stay in school and stand with the students."

"This is not a question of fear or not, but a dead end.

Your parents are worried about your safety, they really think I tied you and your brother up, but the problem is that I didn't, this matter can't be explained clearly, only people can understand it when everything happens."

Yes, this is a dead end, Tiffany also has some indescribable powerlessness, the whole person seems to have lost her spirit and slumped in the chair.

The so-called protection of parents killed their chance to choose...