The road ahead was completely blocked.
The car was parked on the side of the road.
Approaching us was a parade of nearly a hundred people.
This procession was strange; there wasn't a single Maka Race them; they were all from other ethnic groups.
They marched forward, waving Huahua flags and shouting various slogans.
"Support the Equality Act!"
"No war, we want peace!"
"The Fifth Prince is the chosen emperor; the First Prince must abdicate!"
"Abdicate! Abdicate! Abdicate!"
"..."
The pedestrians on the street retreated to the sides of the road or the shops along the roadside to watch the excitement.
A piercing whistle suddenly rang out.
Behind the car, a squad of fully armed Imperial Guards marched in with synchronized steps.
Facing the gleaming spears, the marching crowd did not retreat in the slightest, continuing to shout slogans as they advanced.
"Form ranks!"
At the command of the leading Imperial Guard officer, the soldiers raised their spears.
"Rush!"
After a pause of more than ten seconds, seeing that the ranks had not yet dispersed, the officer gave the order again.
The Imperial Guard charged into the parade in an instant, scattering the procession and staining the ground red with blood.
Although the vast majority of the team members were martial artists, they were powerless against professional soldiers.
When the Imperial Guard saw the royal carriage, several soldiers specifically positioned themselves around it.
Ten minutes later, everything was quiet, leaving only more than twenty corpses on the street.
The soldiers took the body away in just a few minutes.
Only the pools of blood on the ground testify to what once happened here.
The driver restarted the car and said to Qin Ze, who was sitting in the back, "Sir, you've been frightened."
"You live in the next block, we'll be there soon."
Looking at the bustling streets again, Qin Ze asked, "Do these kinds of demonstrations happen often?"
The driver replied, "It used to be only occasional, but since the late emperor passed away, these foreign tribes have become increasingly rampant."
"To rebel under the pretext of so-called equality is a joke."
"If we hadn't taken them in back then, these bastards would have long since become nourishment for the Abyss, a bunch of ungrateful scum."
Qin Ze frowned.
The chaos within the Maka Empire was far more severe than he had anticipated.
It can be said that the Maka Race has suffered a great backlash now, just as much as it previously benefited from the " Wanderer Reception Act ".
The conflict between the unassimilated foreign tribes and the local tribes has now fully erupted.
"My lord, we've arrived."
"I will come to pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to go to the palace."
The driver parked the car downstairs at the hotel and opened the car door for Qin Ze.
"Thanks."
After thanking him, Qin Ze entered the hotel.
The Fifth Prince had made prior arrangements, and someone at the hotel was already there to greet Qin Ze, arranging for him to stay in the most luxurious top-floor suite.
The Dharma King clicked his tongue. "Xiao Wu is a good person, someone I can get along with."
Thousand Faces asked impatiently, "Master Qin, when are you going to let us out for a spin?"
Qin Ze stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the bustling pedestrians on the street.
"Someone is watching in the shadows."
After leaving the palace, Qin Ze noticed someone was following him; otherwise, he would have sent out his clones along the way.
Despite the other person's extreme caution, he still managed to spot them.
Qin Ze's mental strength is now comparable to that of Advanced Martial Artist.
Unless one is a level eight or nine martial artist, no one can hide from Qin Ze's mental probing.
"The Fifth Prince, or the First Prince?"
Qin Ze didn't draw the curtains, but walked into the bathroom without any hesitation.
After turning on the shower, he crawled into his Shelter Space and left the hotel through the bathroom window.
After changing his face, Qin Ze began to wander around the city.
He's like a hen, laying several "eggs" wherever he goes.
They quickly pierced all the eyes.
After doing all this, Qin Ze returned to the bathroom the way he came.
Her hair was slightly damp, giving the impression that she had just taken a shower.
Compared to Qin Ze, who was lying in bed pretending to be dead, the clones he released were having a blast.
"The capital is so beautiful!"
"Holy crap! There's a kemonomimi girl! I love the Asylum Act so much!"
"How about a mermaid with a fish head and a human body?"
"It's alright, unlike the human-headed, fish-bodied type which is just for show."
"To be honest, we encountered more different kinds of alien races today than we've ever read about in books."
"..."
While his clones gathered information outside, Qin Ze pondered the current situation.
The fifth prince in the palace is not as simple as he seems; her thoughts may very well be being manipulated by him in secret.
As Brother Yuanzi said before, the chaos in the Maka Race was very likely instigated by Ying in the shadows.
Is the Fifth Prince the Shadow?
But is the fifth prince in the palace really an imposter?
Judging by appearance alone, the fifth prince in the palace clearly looks more like a mixed-race person.
Furthermore, Zhan Li was wanted nationwide, and his portrait was circulated throughout the streets and alleys.
In Torch City, he always covered his face.
Zhan Li were truly a prince, why would he be wanted by the authorities?
At first, Qin Ze thought that the imposter in the palace would look exactly like Zhan Li, but that was not the case.
His face is completely different; how did he manage to impersonate her?
Qin Ze realized that he was being manipulated Soundlessness.
If this is the power of the fifth prince in the palace, then assuming that Zhan Li is the true prince, the fifth prince in the palace used his power to subtly change everyone's mind, making everyone believe that he is the true fifth prince.
But the royal palace must be full of experts, and there may even be Level Nine Martial Artist among them.
He couldn't possibly control the thoughts of a Level Nine Martial Artist, otherwise he'd be Demigod, wouldn't he?
If that's the case, how did he manage to convince even the First Prince Xuan Ling, of his identity as the Fifth Prince?
Unless, he really is the fifth prince.
But Zhan Li's bad luck doesn't seem fake.
At the time, Qin Ze was interrogating the other party in his capacity as the Circus Troupe Leader, so he had no reason to lie.
Qin Ze took out the prince's token that Zhan Li had given him, which was exactly the same as the one in the invitation letter.
Sigh~
"We still don't have enough information."
Based on the existing information, Qin Ze was more inclined to believe that Zhan Li, who had been accompanying him all the way, was the real prince.
As for why the one in the palace had to replace Zhan Li, and not the eldest prince or another prince?
Currently, a crucial link is missing to connect all of this.
Qin Ze hoped that his clones could make some progress before he went to the palace tomorrow.
In the evening, a waiter brought a small cart of dinner.
"There is no curfew in the capital at night. If you are bored, you may go out for a walk."
Qin Ze said calmly, "Another day."
The waiter nodded. "Please enjoy your meal, sir. If you need anything, you can contact the front desk via the intercom on the bedside table."
After the waiter left, Qin Ze threw half of the food into his storage ring, pretending that he had already eaten it.
On the one hand, he simply couldn't muster any interest in the cuisine of the Maka Race.
On the other hand, who knows if someone poisoned it?
"Stop slacking off, get to something useful. I'm going to sleep now."
After urging his clone to finish, Qin Ze lay down on the bed.
It was still early, so he opened the chat group to prepare for a chat session.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside the window.
Qin Ze got up and opened the window, seeing people screaming and running around outside, with thick smoke rising from downstairs.
Fire?