The winter fog drifted slowly over the surface of the Thames River, as if it too were craning its neck to peer at this sudden farce.
In this instant, countless question marks flashed through the Observer's mind.
Wait, they are… saluting whom?
Why?
Weren't they supposed to hate autocracy? Then how could this "initiator of the Police Bill" possibly…
Why do they look like old acquaintances?
Did I get up too early today and still haven't woken up properly?
The group of young gentlemen who had just been booing the loudest now looked at one another in bewilderment.
Someone opened his mouth, yet couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Meanwhile, among the dockworkers farther away, an openly puzzled discussion broke out.
"Huh… what on earth is going on?"
"What are those Germany blokes jabbering about?"
"Why has everyone gone quiet?"
Just at this moment when time seemed to have frozen, Arthur finally moved.
