For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 152

   Chapter 152 The Fourth Rainy Moon

  During the Bronze Calendar period, the priests living in Kosnia (in ancient times, now Baijin Province) divided the year into twelve months according to the astrology and agricultural time, which opened the first human calendar year.

The   Rain Moon is the fourth of the twelve months, and during this month, continuous rain covers much of the central and southern parts of the continent. Of course, this month is just a name for the white land and cold plains in the north, which are shrouded in snow all day long, and the withered desert in the west.

  April Fool's Day on the fourth day of the rainy moon is a legal holiday officially recognized by most places. In the official caliber, this is a family holiday that is not suitable for handling government affairs, should stay at home and spend more time with family members.

But for the people at the bottom, especially those in the slums who lack the means of making a living, this is an annual "legal begging festival", or according to their own words, this is the only festival that can turn over and become the master .

   But this year's April Fool's Day in the City of Thorns is a little different from usual in some places.

  In the early morning, the ragged people in the slums, wearing crowns made of cardboard and bamboo chips, gathered in a procession and marched into the streets. They waved the bells in their hands, wore necklaces strung with cheap glass beads, and straddled wooden swords around their waists in imitation of noble saber attire.

   All the brightly-decorated mansions in the upper city have their doors tightly closed, and some even lit up with the brilliance of magic protection as a warning.

All the taverns, hotels, tailors, grocery stores and other stores in the streets and alleys were delisted and closed. At the same time, they all put a small amount of money and food at the door, and stood a small sign next to it that said - Dedicated to my king .

   It's normal to get here, no difference from previous years.

   But on April Fool's Day in previous years, on the Rose Street, the relief team sent by the lord to give away money and food, but now not even a ghost can be seen.

   Not only the people who gave alms, but also the guards who would go to the streets to maintain order on weekdays.

   The procession of the mighty Beggar King followed the route of previous years along the Rose Avenue for several laps, but still no one was seen.

  Relying only on the alms of those small shops would definitely not meet their original expectations, so by this time, the team started to be a little turbulent.

   Maybe the new lord completely abandoned the traditions of previous years, maybe it was the courage given to them on this special day, of course, it was more likely that there were no armored guards around to deter them at all times.

   All in all, a voice appeared in the procession.

   "Enclose the palace."

   At first, it was just a few people chanting silently, but after I don't know who shouted it out loud, this sentence began to roar in the crowd, and soon it became a parade slogan with a frenzy.

   "Enclose the palace! Enclose the palace! Enclose the palace!"

   Then, this team composed of all "kings" marched mightily towards the Rose Palace.

  The lord of Thorns City, the guardian of Blackwater Swamp and Nakuland, the first citizen who has not yet been crowned, Vincent von Bergman, is now in the meeting room of the Rose Palace.

   His fingers tapped casually on the table, bringing a touch of restlessness to the already dull imperial meeting.

  It's no wonder, it seems that for hundreds of years, the Rose Palace has not held a royal meeting on April Fool's Day.

   On both sides of the long meeting table, there were courtiers sitting in the Rose Palace.

  The former chief of the royal family, the minister of finance, the minister of justice, the minister of espionage, the chief of the Mage Hall, the captain of the Black Guard of Thorns, and the newly established Minister of Grain by Vincent.

  Since they were seated, Vincent didn't say a word, he just listened to the courtiers' reports with no expression, and kept tapping his fingers on the table.

   After a long time, the headmaster sitting next to Vincent finally couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere. He got up and walked to the small light-transmitting window beside him and complained:

   "Why is it so noisy outside today?"

   "April Fool's Day, it's normal to be noisy on the street."

   The spy minister closest to him turned his head to him, and the man's voice was clearly complaining.

  The sight of the small window was blocked by the tall tower on the side, so the manager could not see the situation outside the Rose Palace at this moment, but he could hear the sound outside getting louder and louder.

   "But I haven't heard such noise in previous years, especially near the palace. Isn't the parade usually stopped by guards on Rose Avenue?"

  The former headmaster listened carefully to the noisy sound outside the window. After confirming that the sound was from the April Fool's Day parade, he asked suspiciously.

   Hearing the words, Vincent turned his attention to the Minister of Grain Industry he had previously promoted.

   In previous years, the relief work for the parades on April Fools' Day was the responsibility of the Minister of Finance, but now all matters related to people's livelihood have been transferred to this newly established post.

  The Minister of Grain Industry is a young man with dark and bushy hair. He used to work in the City of Thorns Chamber of Commerce, and was later tapped and promoted by Vincent for his outstanding performance in dealing with refugees fleeing the tide of the undead.

   To Vincent's questioning gaze, he just answered suspiciously:

   "The work was arranged as early as a week ago. I went to the site to check the preparations last night. It should be all..."

   "Enclose..., enclose the palace, enclose the palace!"

  The gradually louder slogans outside the Rose Palace made the Minister of Grain Industry stop to explain, he also frowned and walked to the window, trying to see what was happening outside.

   And Vincent's eyes turned to the captain of the Black Guard of Thorns.

   Even if the relief team did not come to the scene to appease them, under the control of the guards, it was absolutely impossible for the procession to come so close to the Rose Palace.

   So the captain of the guard looked a little ugly at this moment, he said quickly:

   "I have already asked the Deputy Guard Captain to lead the team to the scene to maintain order. Now this situation is simply impossible."

   "But it's happening now. Lord Vincent, do you need to send the guards or the war mages from the Mage Hall to expel the mob?"

   The Minister of Finance stood up and asked Vincent.

   Vincent shook his head:

   "They are not a mob, and it is impossible for them to break through the walls of the Rose Palace. Sending people out now will only cause casualties to innocent people."

   "But the fact that the mob attacked the Rose Palace itself is not good, no matter if they can succeed or not."

   the spy minister reminded.

  Vincent didn't say anything, but looked at him with Sen Han's eyes.

   At this glance, he saw goose bumps appearing behind him, as if a thunderbolt exploded not far behind him.

   The other party must have realized something...

   Cold sweat came out of his forehead.

   But it should be impossible. The entire intelligence system of the City of Thorns is in his hands, and the information the other party receives every day must pass through his hands. Just with Vincent's own poor connections, where can he detect clues?

   The captain of the guard stood up and walked to the door of the conference room:

   "I'd better take someone to stabilize the situation outside. Then I'll ask the Deputy Guard Captain to clarify."

   After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door directly, and then he saw the deputy captain of the original Black Guard of Thorns standing at the door.

   and fully armed.

   "The situation outside has stabilized, and the people are wholeheartedly welcoming the return of the real Duke."

   He grinned in the opposite direction.

  Behind him, stood several robe magic casters with spell agents.

  The Moon Realm, the Lake of Entropy.

   "So, is our calamity-sama now back in the City of Thorns?"

  Valke asked for an unknown number of times.

   "No... He is still guarding the place near the Viper's Scar... Forget it, don't wait, you can block all the surrounding space through those believers."

  Camilla Road.

   "It's a pity... After a thousand years, the new friends that Calamity met soon will die like this. Ahem, dementia, now let the space around that gorgeous palace fall into a sluggish state through those countless crowns!"

   I have something to do today, and I used the phone number, so it's a bit late, sorry~

   (end of this chapter)

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