Is the Evil God Me?

After the venue was set up, everyone took their seats one after another and found their seats.

Those with heads and faces naturally have their own seats, but there are more people, more uninvited people, and more people who yearn for peace without seats.

After they poured into the venue, they were crowded and eagerly looking forward to it. They had to stand around the main body of the venue, which undoubtedly increased the burden of security work. The military police could only drive a group of people outside the venue to wait for the news, but in fact the square outside the venue was crowded with people.

Lynn shuddered a little.

Only when you face the collective power, the overwhelming power is either silence, enthusiasm, or anger, can you experience that unparalleled sense of suffocation. It is devastating and it works miracles, and the name of this force is: public opinion.

The poor gendarmes were almost completely overwhelmed by the crowd.

With the helmets on their heads, they can only stand with their long steam rifles. In such a crowded field, the consequences of a gunshot are absolutely catastrophic.

[Lantern holder] It's not bad here.

Even if there are people around, they will automatically separate a large circle at a safe distance. For example, Lynn and Bill are more comfortable, and they directly find a large pillar on the edge of the podium.

This large pillar surrounded by four people is also hung with a solemn golden red curtain, which not only avoids the pain of crowding, but also has a very wide field of vision. Lynn and Bill happened to be in charge of the first half of the field of vision, and any movement in the front could not escape their eyes.

The only trouble is the magnesium camera in the reporter's hand.

From time to time, a flare-level flash came, and as the meeting officially flashed more and more frequently, even a titanium alloy dog's eye would be blinded.

"I swear I must wear sunglasses next time." Lynn's eyes have been caught off guard several times, and he has been severely injured. He has no experience in dealing with intensive reporters. Seat direction.

"It'll be fine in a while, little gentleman, please bear with it."

Bill couldn't help laughing at his little colleague who was full of pain. He was naturally squinting, but he was extremely resistant to flashlights. In addition, he had experience and was not as unlucky as Lynn.

"It's not fair."

Depressed Lynn rubbed his eyes, all lamenting why God gave Bill such a pair of eyes.

"Okay, look, the meeting has begun."

The prop used to make the venue quiet was actually a whistle. A gentleman with excellent lung capacity stood on the podium and used a high-pitched whistle for nearly two minutes to silence everyone. The whistleblower blushed, and it was on the large podium with good lighting conditions that he sorted out his appearance and began to introduce the crowd.

At this moment, there are twenty people sitting on the stage.

All of these people are the dignitaries or businessmen of the [Steam City], foreign envoys and nobles, and the connections of the Medical Association are vividly displayed here.

But it's interesting.

Dr. Ziegler, who was previously identified as a suspect by Lynn, was actually on stage and was the keynote speaker.

According to the introduction, Lynn knew about the achievements of Dr. Ziegler. The doctor once called on doctors to save the wounded on the battlefield regardless of national borders, and was active in the fierce northern front most of the time. Therefore, she was also affectionately called the Goddess of Dawn by the soldiers, who would secretly kiss her shadow.

After Lynn listened to the introduction on stage, his impression of Dr. Ziegler immediately changed from a bulging ocean horse to a moving red cross. Such a character's call for peace is indeed very convincing.

After all, people are saving lives on the battlefield where bullets are flying and cannons are full of fire. Even the Virgin will take her own life to the Virgin, which is better than the Virgin whore.

Based on this, Lynn Ziegler respects him from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how difficult the times are, there will always be some people in every era who are not afraid of hardships and darkness and stand up to show their precious golden spirit. This small setback cannot be simply defined by the eyes of the country and the nation, otherwise Lynn feels that it is too narrow, and there are still some things in the two worlds that can resonate with him emotionally.

When the whistleblower introduced Gao En's third princess, Lynn glanced at the big celebrity.

Mary Theresia.

Her dress is easy to distinguish from Albion women. Albion's clothes are more luxurious and solemn. The tailors often show off their skills on the clothes and make decent and eye-catching needlework. This is not the case with Princess Mary's clothes. She is simple, elegant, and natural, and there is always an admirable indifference in her expression. Let people know at a glance that this is the noble family, this is the royal family, and it should be so elegant and beautiful.

Because under the stage, Lynn's gaze on the stage was a bit direct, and when he commented on the Queen Mary in his heart, thinking that her simple elegance was no less than a delicate beauty at the level of Earl Amiste .

The third princess on the stage seemed to sense Lynn's disrespectful gaze and glanced towards him.

This made Lynn shudder with fright, and his eyes straightened immediately.

Fortunately, Princess Mary seemed to just glance around habitually, and her eyes with a bit of natural motherly love turned to other places.

'This little guy...'

On the stage, Mary, who was invited to come and sat down dignifiedly, flashed a smile on her face. At least, she now knows what he looks like. The feeling of meeting secretly from netizens made Her Royal Highness inadvertently nod and applaud~www.wuxiamtl.com~ She was very satisfied with what Shangqin did.

The beauty in men's clothing, standing quietly behind Her Royal Highness, was keenly aware of Mary's approval.

"Your Highness, do you want me..." Qin leaned over slightly and asked.

"No, today we are here to express Gao En's support for peace. As for the others, don't care if they haven't appeared yet, lest some people's arrangements go wrong." Mary's voice was faint, and she raised her hand to be friendly Have to say hello to the foreign people in the audience.

"Yes."

Qin nodded immediately and stopped talking. They all knew that there was something wrong with this peace conference.

Some people are in the game, some people are in the game, everyone is looking forward to getting what they want from peace, and it is full of intrigue and interests.

Bathed in the brilliance of the flash, Dr. Ziegler, who has the honorable title of the Goddess of Dawn, began to speak.

"This **** war has lasted on the entire continent for four years. For the past four years, I have been helping soldiers on the northern front where cannonballs are pouring down like rain. Bullets ripped through the body, some lost their eyes, some lost their ears. Many more men, who should have been tailors, farmers, workers, fathers, brothers, and sons of our countrymen, have become a A cold corpse."

Under Dr. Ziegler's honey-colored hair, there was a deep and beautiful face.

For others, the war may be **** and romantic, but for her, the war in the newspapers and the real war are two different things.

The various weapons provoked by the steam revolution directly turned the battlefield into a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Literally, corpses piled up on burning hills, and bright red blood gathered in low-lying places to become rivers.