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The three Meers went for the mayor's hall to be as discreet as possible.
Theon hats for disguise, Meer puts a cloth on his head, like a veil......
Regardless of Theon, Meer, there she is, a little, restless and really ayes......
Most importantly, they never caught my attention because it wasn't the other way around.
At the town was the figure of the young men with the weapons in their hands.
Everyone is dressed up, and unity like a regular army is not there. However, there is nothing in common other than the fact that we are redding that face to excitement and exhilaration.
"Revolutionary Army..."
It was Meer who thought of the previous timeline for a moment, but soon realizes the difference.
The light that dwells in its eyes is somewhat pure excitement like before the festival.
I could not feel the stabbing abomination of the Imperial Revolutionary Army at that time, nor the colour of the dark desires that were twisted and tangled.
The houses along the streets are either to avoid winding up, or they all close their doors tightly......
From what I've seen, no looting or anything like that has taken place, nor is it slaughter, though noisy.
- Even the guys earlier didn't look like they could kill people...
"That's the Revolutionary Comrade. Look, look over there."
There was a crowd ahead of Linsha pointing. And in the hands of those who walked away from the crowd was shaken like a blue cloth.
"Is that...?
"I guess it's like a revolutionary symbol. Wrap that around your head. I think he named it the Ethereal Wipes Party."
"Damn, that's right...?
Meer snapped in her mouth and then
- Mm-hmm. That's a subtle name. Something like pacli. That's a name like the ones led by some monstrous patriarch.
Meer finally caught information about different worlds!
... is a waste of money.
- The Vajra Infantry Corps looks stronger at all.
"By the way, how long have they known about us? Not all of them, I guess..."
"I think I've been in touch with the original comrades, but what about those guys? Maybe because they are the people who have come together in response to your brother's call..."
"I see. That would be convenient. Let's get lost in them and hurry."
When Theon went to the hedge for a small run, he returned with a blue cloth.
"Look, Meer, you too"
"So, are you okay...?
Meer wrapped a blue cloth around her head.
"Well, yeah...... Better than wearing a cloth from your head."
Linsha said with a small sigh.
The mayor's hall was a little aristocratic mansion or something.
Already, the commotion had subsided, and the large garden had gathered men with blue cloth wrapped around their heads continuously.
And one young man was raising his voice so as to stir them up.
Same as Linsha, brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was some luminous light in his eyes.
"We're just making the obvious demands. I want to deliver our voice tormented by heavy taxes. I would ask you to return that spokesperson, Prime Minister Dasaev, to us. That's all. But the King's Government does not lend its ear to our voices. Would you be allowed to do this? That's why we stood up. The mayor fled with an escort before we besieged the hall. Ignore our appeal and be irresponsible."
That's not a singer-like voice to hear.
It's not the same as the voice of a powerful knight captain.
Exquisitely discouraging, it was very similar to the voice of a politician with a certain charisma when inspiring or inciting the people.
"It's a shame we couldn't stop that, but this is how we managed to hold the town safe. All thanks to you, comrades, for responding to our appeal. Thanks, guys."
To that voice, the young men of the square bark in unison. That morale is very high, even though I didn't even win the fight.
"What about the fan?" The story of attracting people is brilliant... Linsha, maybe that's your brother?
To Sion's inquiry, before Linsha replied,
"Oh, Linsha. Were you here..."
A young man turned his eyes to this one.
"Brother Lambert......"
"Oh? What about those children?
Lambert looked surprised, and saw the Zions,
"Hey, are those the kids Jem was talking about? Something about the risk of interrupting the revolution..."
Hearing it, those who were around him hand on the sword in unison.
As I echo, Theon also finds himself again….
"Let's not. No one will listen to us if you put your sword to a child who is too old to be old."
And Lambert lifted up his hand, and took control of those around him.
"Please, brother. Talk to these kids."
"Talk to me..."
He stared quietly at Theon and Meer's face before smiling lightly.
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The three Meers went for the mayor's hall to be as discreet as possible.
Theon hats for disguise, Meer puts a cloth on his head, like a veil......
Regardless of Theon, Meer, there she is, a little, restless and really ayes......
Most importantly, they never caught my attention because it wasn't the other way around.
At the town was the figure of the young men with the weapons in their hands.
Everyone is dressed up, and unity like a regular army is not there. However, there is nothing in common other than the fact that we are redding that face to excitement and exhilaration.
"Revolutionary Army..."
It was Meer who thought of the previous timeline for a moment, but soon realizes the difference.
The light that dwells in its eyes is somewhat pure excitement like before the festival.
I could not feel the stabbing abomination of the Imperial Revolutionary Army at that time, nor the colour of the dark desires that were twisted and tangled.
The houses along the streets are either to avoid winding up, or they all close their doors tightly......
From what I've seen, no looting or anything like that has taken place, nor is it slaughter, though noisy.
- Even the guys earlier didn't look like they could kill people...
"That's the Revolutionary Comrade. Look, look over there."
There was a crowd ahead of Linsha pointing. And in the hands of those who walked away from the crowd was shaken like a blue cloth.
"Is that...?
"I guess it's like a revolutionary symbol. Wrap that around your head. I think he named it the Ethereal Wipes Party."
"Damn, that's right...?
Meer snapped in her mouth and then
- Mm-hmm. That's a subtle name. Something like pacli. That's a name like the ones led by some monstrous patriarch.
Meer finally caught information about different worlds!
... is a waste of money.
- The Vajra Infantry Corps looks stronger at all.
"By the way, how long have they known about us? Not all of them, I guess..."
"I think I've been in touch with the original comrades, but what about those guys? Maybe because they are the people who have come together in response to your brother's call..."
"I see. That would be convenient. Let's get lost in them and hurry."
When Theon went to the hedge for a small run, he returned with a blue cloth.
"Look, Meer, you too"
"So, are you okay...?
Meer wrapped a blue cloth around her head.
"Well, yeah...... Better than wearing a cloth from your head."
Linsha said with a small sigh.
The mayor's hall was a little aristocratic mansion or something.
Already, the commotion had subsided, and the large garden had gathered men with blue cloth wrapped around their heads continuously.
And one young man was raising his voice so as to stir them up.
Same as Linsha, brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was some luminous light in his eyes.
"We're just making the obvious demands. I want to deliver our voice tormented by heavy taxes. I would ask you to return that spokesperson, Prime Minister Dasaev, to us. That's all. But the King's Government does not lend its ear to our voices. Would you be allowed to do this? That's why we stood up. The mayor fled with an escort before we besieged the hall. Ignore our appeal and be irresponsible."
That's not a singer-like voice to hear.
It's not the same as the voice of a powerful knight captain.
Exquisitely discouraging, it was very similar to the voice of a politician with a certain charisma when inspiring or inciting the people.
"It's a shame we couldn't stop that, but this is how we managed to hold the town safe. All thanks to you, comrades, for responding to our appeal. Thanks, guys."
To that voice, the young men of the square bark in unison. That morale is very high, even though I didn't even win the fight.
"What about the fan?" The story of attracting people is brilliant... Linsha, maybe that's your brother?
To Sion's inquiry, before Linsha replied,
"Oh, Linsha. Were you here..."
A young man turned his eyes to this one.
"Brother Lambert......"
"Oh? What about those children?
Lambert looked surprised, and saw the Zions,
"Hey, are those the kids Jem was talking about? Something about the risk of interrupting the revolution..."
Hearing it, those who were around him hand on the sword in unison.
As I echo, Theon also finds himself again….
"Let's not. No one will listen to us if you put your sword to a child who is too old to be old."
And Lambert lifted up his hand, and took control of those around him.
"Please, brother. Talk to these kids."
"Talk to me..."
He stared quietly at Theon and Meer's face before smiling lightly.
The three Meers went for the mayor's hall to be as discreet as possible.Theon hats for disguise, Meer puts a cloth on his head, like a veil......Regardless of Theon, Meer, there she is, a little, restless and really ayes......Most importantly, they never caught my attention because it wasn't the other way around.At the town was the figure of the young men with the weapons in their hands.Everyone is dressed up, and unity like a regular army is not there. However, there is nothing in common other than the fact that we are redding that face to excitement and exhilaration."Revolutionary Army..."It was Meer who thought of the previous timeline for a moment, but soon realizes the difference.The light that dwells in its eyes is somewhat pure excitement like before the festival.I could not feel the stabbing abomination of the Imperial Revolutionary Army at that time, nor the colour of the dark desires that were twisted and tangled.The houses along the streets are either to avoid winding up, or they all close their doors tightly......From what I've seen, no looting or anything like that has taken place, nor is it slaughter, though noisy.- Even the guys earlier didn't look like they could kill people..."That's the Revolutionary Comrade. Look, look over there."There was a crowd ahead of Linsha pointing. And in the hands of those who walked away from the crowd was shaken like a blue cloth."Is that...? "I guess it's like a revolutionary symbol. Wrap that around your head. I think he named it the Ethereal Wipes Party.""Damn, that's right...? Meer snapped in her mouth and then- Mm-hmm. That's a subtle name. Something like pacli. That's a name like the ones led by some monstrous patriarch.Meer finally caught information about different worlds!... is a waste of money.- The Vajra Infantry Corps looks stronger at all."By the way, how long have they known about us? Not all of them, I guess...""I think I've been in touch with the original comrades, but what about those guys? Maybe because they are the people who have come together in response to your brother's call...""I see. That would be convenient. Let's get lost in them and hurry."When Theon went to the hedge for a small run, he returned with a blue cloth."Look, Meer, you too""So, are you okay...? Meer wrapped a blue cloth around her head."Well, yeah...... Better than wearing a cloth from your head."Linsha said with a small sigh.The mayor's hall was a little aristocratic mansion or something.Already, the commotion had subsided, and the large garden had gathered men with blue cloth wrapped around their heads continuously.And one young man was raising his voice so as to stir them up.Same as Linsha, brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was some luminous light in his eyes."We're just making the obvious demands. I want to deliver our voice tormented by heavy taxes. I would ask you to return that spokesperson, Prime Minister Dasaev, to us. That's all. But the King's Government does not lend its ear to our voices. Would you be allowed to do this? That's why we stood up. The mayor fled with an escort before we besieged the hall. Ignore our appeal and be irresponsible."That's not a singer-like voice to hear.It's not the same as the voice of a powerful knight captain.Exquisitely discouraging, it was very similar to the voice of a politician with a certain charisma when inspiring or inciting the people."It's a shame we couldn't stop that, but this is how we managed to hold the town safe. All thanks to you, comrades, for responding to our appeal. Thanks, guys."To that voice, the young men of the square bark in unison. That morale is very high, even though I didn't even win the fight."What about the fan?" The story of attracting people is brilliant... Linsha, maybe that's your brother? To Sion's inquiry, before Linsha replied,"Oh, Linsha. Were you here..."A young man turned his eyes to this one."Brother Lambert......""Oh? What about those children? Lambert looked surprised, and saw the Zions,"Hey, are those the kids Jem was talking about? Something about the risk of interrupting the revolution..."Hearing it, those who were around him hand on the sword in unison.As I echo, Theon also finds himself again."Let's not. No one will listen to us if you put your sword to a child who is too old to be old."And Lambert lifted up his hand, and took control of those around him."Please, brother. Talk to these kids.""Talk to me..."He stared quietly at Theon and Meer's face before smiling lightly.
