Chapter 442: Re-arrival (3000+ words)

Half a month later.

The capital of the Invis Empire—Plymouth!

Compared to the layer of history where Aaron was, this city's area had expanded further outward, and there were several satellite cities.

Besides that, the layout was not much different from what Aaron knew—except for the absence of two districts.

The two missing districts were the Waste City District and the hidden Black Queen District.

After all, the Invis Empire had enough strength to eliminate the pollution of the Waste City District, and the Suppression Bureau, the Suppression and Killing Bureau, and even the Inquisition of the Sun God Cult would never allow the existence of a so-called "Black Queen District," and Plymouth was undoubtedly the place where the Empire's top combat power was most concentrated...

The Extraordinarys hiding here could be said to be quite tragic.

From what Aaron saw, those hurrying people were mostly sallow and emaciated, and they did not seem to be well-nourished, likely often going hungry.

【Physical characteristics: tall stature, blue eyes, blonde hair】

The Identity Card provided by Mao Nvshi might be more convenient, but if that Persian cat were caught, it would be particularly dangerous.

Furthermore, what if the other party wanted to betray the "Feathered Serpent"?

Therefore, it was better to go through the trouble himself.

"Yes, my name is Para, a small merchant from out of town..." Aaron seemed to be weighing his words: "I didn't expect to see such a crazy scene just after arriving in Plymouth... Are those unemployed workers?"

Not long after, messy and heavy footsteps sounded.

Half a month had passed since the last showdown with the "Keeper of Secrets."

Bang bang!

Shops on both sides closed one after another, windows were tightly shut, and passersby nervously dodged to both sides.

The streets were still relatively clean, with not even beggars or vagrants.

"Last warning, serious warning, immediately stop your actions against the Empire!"

The security inspector wearing a black uniform spoke expressionlessly, numb as if they were a machine.

"Identity Card!"

"Factories now pay daily wages because workers need today's pay to buy dinner... However, the nearby bakery raised prices, and the unemployed workers couldn't afford bread and didn't want to starve to death, so they could only rob the bakery, which then developed into a riot..."

A steam-powered passenger mechanical ship docked at the pier, and rows of passengers walked down from the gangway.

Aaron took a step, following behind him, and the two hid in a small alley; listening to the quiet sounds nearby, the clerk couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Are you from out of town?"

The middle-aged passenger obediently handed over his Identity Card, which the security inspector inserted into a machine connected to the ground.

He walked down a street and suddenly heard a commotion.

As long as the destruction of the corpse and evidence was thorough enough, then only his own side would have the possibility of exposing clues.

"Ahead... a bakery riot broke out ahead..." the young clerk shouted nervously: "Riots and parades... the parade is coming this way!"

While roaring, they held their right hands high, shouting slogans about bread and milk, and walked across the main road like a black, angry dragon.

"Why?" Aaron raised his own question.

"Fire!"

After confirming that no progress could be made, Aaron threw Keni back to Dailisi, who had finally managed to return by steam train, while he himself came to Plymouth alone.

The security inspector glanced at the other party, paused on the tall stature, blue eyes, and thick golden beard, and pressed the stamp down hard: "Security check passed!"

He never liked to entrust his own safety to others.

Looking at the vast, surging crowd of people and the Dosom River, where all kinds of sewage and garbage floated, he was slightly dazed.

As for this identity? Naturally, it was some thug Aaron had chosen at random.

Xiling Wharf District.

"Thank you!"

According to Imperial law, even travelers with expired residence permits could not stay in Plymouth, let alone those vagrants; in any case, once they appeared, they would be immediately arrested and never return...

Louis reached out and shook hands with Aaron.

Clatter clatter!

After all, it was the authority of a God of the Era, and it was not so easy to research.

He grabbed a clerk who wanted to run away and asked curiously.

Most of them were in rags, some even without pants, both men and women, looking like wharf coolies or nearby workers.

After a burst of gunfire, the parading crowd left behind a ground full of corpses and scattered like birds and beasts.

Aaron took the Identity Card stamped with a blue seal, his fingertips brushing over the raised patterns on it, knowing that this represented a temporary identity that allowed a one-month stay in the Imperial capital, and violating the time limit would also result in punishment.

Although according to Dailisi's disclosure, "Mao Nvshi" was very grateful to him and willing to provide some help within her power, such as forging a real and reliable identity certificate, Aaron still declined with thanks.

A tall, middle-aged man wearing a brown trench coat, a hat, and carrying a black suitcase arrived at the security checkpoint.

"Go quickly, otherwise we won't be able to explain it if we get caught."

Aaron saw a sea of black heads moving, and a large number of protesters walked over.

As the Imperial capital, the number one city on the continent and even the world, the capital effect was incredibly strong, attracting flows of people from all over the world every day.

Patrol officers in black uniforms cursed while grabbing people everywhere.

A police officer shouted with a tin megaphone, but the fanatical crowd had already swept up the group at the front and rushed toward the intersection.

Because this job was hard-won, and also because there were people from the Suppression Bureau monitoring not far away!

The clerk screamed and ran away.

It was exactly eight o'clock in the morning, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, thick clouds were accumulating in the sky, and only occasionally did thin sunlight spill down.

Yes, Imperial Identity Cards are hard to forge, but they can be usurped!

On his way here, when he saw that this middle-aged man named Para was a merchant on the surface but secretly practiced the Invisible Spell and was preparing to sacrifice a pair of twins, he simply slaughtered the other party and obtained his identity.

His face was full of fatigue and dark circles due to the heavy work and lack of rest, but he tried hard to maintain his spirit.

【Occupation: Building Materials Merchant】

【Para Love Toman, 39 years old, native of Mannov City, Identity Card code: XXXXXXX】

And his research into the abnormality of Keni had shamefully failed...

At the next traffic intersection, a squad of patrol police had already set up a blockade; they had skillfully stacked sandbag fortifications and even mounted machine guns...

He put away his Identity Card, picked up his suitcase, and walked into the dock area.

"What is going on?"

"Yes, they are not homeless, but they can no longer survive... My name is Louis!"

After walking out of the dock area, looking at the high-rises on both sides that could be called skyscrapers, Aaron raised his eyebrows: "It really is much more developed than the other Plymouth... It's just, why does it feel even more oppressive than the other Plymouth?"

Accompanied by the turning of gears, the feedback results appeared quickly.

Louis sighed.

"No, I am just curious... why is the parade still able to proceed?" Aaron corrected with a blank expression.

(End of this chapter)