The Secret Code of Monsters

#782 - Ch781 Cruise

Chapter 782 Ch.781 Parade

A day in the prime of spring.

Morning time.

The mist has not yet dissipated.

The boulevard was crowded with people.

Queen Victoria and her young, adored, extremely adoring, handsome husband, Prince Albert, walked out solemnly from Buckingham Palace.

They boarded the magnificent royal carriage together under strict guard.

The two white horses were like blessings from the heavens, with golden harnesses connected to dark green poles. When the queen gently held the king's arm and climbed into the carriage, they opened a pure white parasol and began to wave to the subjects around them.

This open, pot-shaped carriage, which could not be more exquisite and expensive, will depart from Buckingham Palace, cruise through several long streets, and slowly arrive at Westminster Palace under the escort of attendants and bailiffs.

The opening ceremony of Parliament this year was cleverly timed.

Some people know it clearly.

The cases caused by the Noti Golden Lamp and the Great Whirlpool made the lady on the throne a little uneasy.

She was anxious to calm down the public opinion that was about to be directed at her, and she carefully planned this event. In addition to creating a "model family" to gain recognition and expand influence -

The people do prefer such a "transparent" monarch.

This monarch, sitting in a gilded carriage, holding a parasol, waving to them cordially.

In this respect, she and her husband are both smart.

certainly.

The most important step begins when she arrives at the Palace of Westminster - she will wear the imperial crown and enter the House of Lords.

The parliamentarians and nobles followed the ancient tradition of 'not looking directly at the monarch', and on one day every year, they all lowered their noble heads, which were often soaked in salty rain.

She would make a speech and read out a plan that was drawn up by the cabinet but still required her to demonstrate her authority and principles.

This made Victoria happy.

But not the cruise.

The parade was just a routine 'smile job' - the same job as those menial workers.

And when Victoria thought that the purpose of her job was to please those people, she became even more unhappy.

She listened to the cheers, applause and shouts coming from her ears.

The roar of those ignorant and bored men and the screams of women.

Flower petals dropped from the balcony.

She was bored.

'God save the Queen!'

The people's cheers were one after another.

Only in this festival can pearls and oyster shells appear together.

They had a great time discussing it.

These people always have many unrealistic ideas and hopes about this future as bright as the sun.

for example:

'Our Majesty loves us, and she is doing all kinds of things to fight those who have money but have lost their consciences! Fighting - just to get us a better life!'

'In fact, our life is good enough, Jeff. We enjoy no less than those big guys. This country belongs to us, and we are the masters of this country.'

'Don't they live and breathe with us?'

"If I could have a word with the Queen, I would have to persuade her not to trouble herself with us: we have everything, and what can we not get if we work hard enough?"

'Remember what I told you about my brother's son's uncle's mistress's sister's husband? When he was young, he was an apprentice in a match factory, and later he opened his own factory and got a title. Now I'm afraid he is sitting in the silent carriage and watching us.'

'I know...I know! But how did he get rich? I have no idea.'

'Try it! Jeff, try it! Try it! Try it! Try it!'

'That's right.'

On the other hand, she was also full of pampering.

The gentlemen and ladies who were sitting on the balconies on the second or third floors, watching the parade through tortoise-shell binoculars, were also talking about this smile that was more passionate and blazing than the sun.

'She's a good girl. A good, kind girl. Just a little silly - but not incomprehensible. My daughters are silly like that, and maybe they have to go through that when they get old enough.'

The woman holding up the peacock fan studded with diamonds covered her lips and smiled.

'Too good to the poor, too hard on us. I don't know what she's thinking - we don't petition and march every day, we're just nice enough to drink red wine, eat ordinary food, read the newspaper, and get together to talk about music and art...'

'We'll have less to worry about, won't we?'

Her bloated husband criticized her.

'Don't say those words!'

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He said.

'The gutter mender and the shoe shiner can speak. The maidservant and the bat that knocks on the window can speak - but we cannot speak.'

Just like a short person can say something bad about a tall person: Look at you giants. In your eyes, is the wall still a wall?

The tall person can't say the other way around: Be careful! Don't touch my knees.

The same is true for the poor and the rich.

'Those people are the foundation of the empire and its future.'

The gentleman shook the golden champagne.

"We have learned to speak, shouldn't we use it on these people?"

With the pop of the cork, he stood up from the velvet-covered stool and raised his glass to the carriage passing by under the balcony:

'God save the Queen.'

'And to all those who have contributed to the great empire! May the benefactor bless you!'

The lady rolled her eyes.

'I don't like them.'

The man turned around and said, "I know. You don't like them, just like you don't like soldiers - but we have to sing praises to those we don't like."

'Otherwise, who will suffer and die for my son? Aren't they shedding blood one after another just to open up our land and grab more gold pounds? How lovely these selfless people are, if you don't even like them...'

'Don't be so mean, dear.'

'Look. If even our supreme girl can endure it, what are we?'

He pointed to the young monarch in his carriage downstairs.

Victoria smiled brightly.

'It's so annoying.'

She thought.

'Who gave these workers holidays? What are the factory owners doing?'

The rising sun baked the mist into golden color.

It was simply layers of gold foil that looked like scales.

'The kingdom of gold!'

Someone shouted.

Amidst the shouts, the crisp sound of loading the gun obviously would not attract anyone's attention.