The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace once watched Alan Stone lead a troop of cavalry into the palace in a daze, and once stared at a political opponent across half of the huge conference hall.It never occurred to him that the two scenes would overlap.

He also saw Alan's beard growing up, which turned out to be like this.

Not pretty, he commented in his mind.Ellen's lips are beautiful and should be fully exposed, instead of being blocked by the mustache above the upper lip like it is now.And the beard is not conducive to kissing, it is too tight, the last time he came back there was stubble, it itch around the lips.

Soon, Grace stopped this meaningless association and curled her lips slightly.Under such circumstances, thinking about these things is really boring.

Emotionally, deputies questioned Alan Stone why he had guards barricading the door to keep them out, while others asked him in alarm where the plotting Royalists were.

The soldiers around Alan Stone protected him tightly, and the representatives could not get close to him, and he himself never spoke.The conference hall became more and more quiet. Even the most insensitive delegates felt oppressed and dangerous. They stopped making any noise, and the huge conference hall became completely silent.

Alan Stone walked up to the podium under the escort of several soldiers. He first took off his hat and placed it neatly on the podium, then took off his black leather gloves and put them on top of the hat.Next, he spent nearly a minute looking around at all the delegates in the venue, and most of the delegates who had left returned to their seats under such gazes.

But there were still a few people standing outside, and that was the five Governors: the oldest, the most stubborn one, the one who had no opinion, the one who knew the times and could make sense, and the one who Grace couldn't judge the position and the one who had clearly The one who served Alan Stone - the Earl of Arundel and Father Barnard.

Alan Stone began to speak, his voice was extremely loud, and it was made even louder by the conference hall constructed by the theater, and it was cold, majestic, and angry not because of emotional agitation, but purely for the purpose of deterrence.

Grace had never seen him talk like that.

Alan Ston stretched out a hand and pointed to the officials sitting in the front row. They were the ones who had a secret meeting with Grace this morning: "The royalist party is hiding inside the government! Someone put on a simple Clothing, undermining the republic in the name of democratic representatives, attempting to restore dictatorship! Look at our republic, which is in danger of being overthrown... We need a new, efficient, truly republican government!"

Grace frowned slightly, knowing that Allen had used the wrong tone.This is not the imperial meeting in the early days of the reform, where anyone who has a solution to the problem can be convincing; nor is this the Crown Plaza where people can speak freely, whoever has fresh and bold ideas will have an audience.This is already a new set of rules, and Alan Stone doesn't understand it yet, especially the way his tone is brought out from the barracks makes those representatives dislike it.

Many people have already moved up on the chairs.

But fortunately Alan Stone is always well prepared.After he finished accusing the government of dereliction of duty, and before any of the 500 people raised their objections, the two governors—Father Barnard and the one who could be reasonable—offered to him a pre-prepared letter of resignation.

Alan Stone had a soldier read the letters aloud to the crowd.

However, the reading was interrupted by angry delegates.They finally realized what was going on, and roared that Alan Ston was a Caesar, a robber, a conspirator, and a dictator!

This didn't seem to be what Alan Stone expected. He showed a slightly surprised expression, then frowned and glanced out the window.That outside is his army.

But obviously, using force is his last option.Since he only brought a dozen people in, he hoped to achieve his goal in a "legal" way.

But Grace didn't understand why he chose to win over the famous Father Banal instead of the more powerful Earl of Arundel.If he were to do what Alan Stone is doing now, Grace would choose the latter, which would greatly increase her chances of winning.

Father Banal tried to appease the anger of the delegates, and frantically shook the bell of order in his hand in an attempt to stop the uproar, but in vain.

The Earl of Arundel is still watching.

The oldest governor walked up to Alan Stone, as if about to speak.Alan Stone came out from behind the podium, lowering his head slightly out of superficial respect.At this moment, the old governor suddenly took out a knife from his front and stabbed Alan Stone in the chest!

He failed, his arm was held by Alan Stone, and the knife was taken away.But this change irritated the [-] delegates sitting in the back. Many people left their seats and ran towards Alan Stone, taking out the knives or guns they carried with them.

Alan Stone retreated behind the podium, and the soldiers he brought surrounded him, trying to block the angry delegates.

But there were only a dozen of them, compared to 500 delegates.Thirty fists can't hit a thousand, and some representatives probably really want to take advantage of the chaos to beat him to death.The soldiers were completely overwhelmed, and Alan Stone was pushed several times, but he didn't fight back.

Some of the delegates started shouting, and it was echoed: "Deprive him of citizenship! Declare him exempt from the protection of the law!" Everyone knows what it actually means to be disqualified in revolutionary times.

Grace stood up abruptly and took out the pistol hidden in her skirt pocket.He knew how to load the gun and he knew how to pull the trigger, but the man who had taught him the gun told him, "Keep your eye on the enemy when you aim."

But which one is the enemy in front of you?Or whoever is the enemy.

Staring at the chaos on the first floor, Grace raised her arm and fired several shots at the roof; one gun ran out of bullets, and the second was replaced.

At present, no one really dared to shoot. The sound made the representatives and soldiers startled for a moment. They temporarily stopped fighting and looked up.Only then did they remember that there was another king.

"Since Colonel Ston has just proposed a motion, why didn't he vote on it?" Grace asked with a suppressed voice, and his voice was also amplified by the venue.

Alan Stone looked at him expressionlessly, and didn't look back until he finished asking.Grace was absent-minded for a moment, and it was only then that he realized how easy these blue eyes used to be, like two clear lakes, and the stones at the bottom of the lake were clearly visible.

But now these eyes have become two bottomless pools.

The three Governors who did not submit their resignations exchanged glances with each other, but no one spoke.

"There should be a vote on whether to deprive Alan Stone of his citizenship rights!" Someone suddenly shouted, and as soon as the voice fell, many people immediately agreed.

At this moment, Alan Stone made an unexpected move.He suddenly ran to the window beside him, jumped up, grabbed onto the window sill that was taller than a person, and then jumped out of the window!The dozen or so soldiers who came in with him froze for a moment, then jumped out one after another.

Everyone in the venue was stunned, not knowing what to do.

Most people don't believe that Alan Stone will use the army, partly because he doesn't dare, and partly because he thinks he can't.They felt that once those patriotic soldiers knew that he was going to destroy the Republic, those soldiers would be the first to shoot him.

Some people also prepared for the worst, thinking that they should vote immediately, and then declare that Alan Stone is no longer protected by the law.

This proposal was again embraced.

Grace anxiously took out another thing from her group pocket, which was a piece of parchment rolled into a thin cylinder, intending to risk reading it.At this moment, the door of the conference hall was slammed open again, and James Lejan rushed in with a real army.

Before the bayonet was out of its sheath, the delegates had obediently returned to their seats.Grace stuffed the parchment back in her pocket.

Alan Stone walked into the conference hall again. His right cheekbone was scratched with blood by a representative, but he was calmer than when he entered just now.

"Go to the polls, gentlemen."

"What to vote for?" After a long silence, a representative asked boldly.

Alan Ston smiled contemptuously, unhurriedly picked up the gloves he had taken off from the podium, and patted them casually on the palm of his hand, "Let's start with the simplest."

He asked the representatives to vote for the highest consul in the country, and the candidate was: Alan Stone.

Grace knew that she was wrong. Alan Stone didn't know what kind of tone the representatives liked to hear, he was just used to using the tone he liked.