Our Family Has Fallen

And today, many people have gathered here again, the torchlight reflecting the sorrowful faces of the crowd; they are the families of the martyrs sacrificed this time.

This gathering includes not only police officers, but soldiers, and even ordinary people; their loyalty has already been demonstrated.

The deceased have long since been buried, and those who needed to cry have already shed their tears. This assembly is Lance’s way of expressing his attitude, indicating his respect for those who sacrificed for Hamlet, and it is also to comfort the families.

Lance has never been one for unnecessary words, so after a simple eulogy, he made promises to those people, assuring them that the regulations will be strictly enforced, and encouraged them to report any issues actively.

Compensations cannot be disbursed all at once, but rather on a monthly basis, to prevent any individual family from taking the money and disappearing, leaving the children and elderly behind.

At the same time, it also keeps the families in Hamlet to continue contributing and shining.

The clown watched the Lord’s speech. He has traveled the world, never having seen any noble like this, yet he dutifully plucked the strings of his guitar.

It was not a simple and lighthearted tune, but a melodious tone that quickly escalated from calm to radical, as if the explosive sound of the guitar recreated the dangerous situation, but what erupted was an even stronger courage...

A song of heroic praise, perceived differently by different ears, even Lance could not help but admire this person’s control over sound, capable of transmitting such a feeling.

Initially, Lance just wanted him to play a few tunes to relieve the crowd’s stress, not expecting him to create a piece on the spot; such talent is truly remarkable.

This melody contains a deeper meaning, beyond merely relieving stress; it serves to strengthen their beliefs.

In comparison, it seems my [Enchanting Voice] is somewhat crude, lacking the finesse he possesses.

Comforting the families of the deceased is not difficult; frankly, this world is too hopeless, to the point they have grown accustomed to pain.

Lance has little means to address this, merely to fulfill his responsibilities, to eliminate enemies swiftly and bring genuine hope.

"What is the name of this song?"

"It has no name."

"Let’s call it ’Heading Towards Hope,’" Lance remarked, "They are rushing not towards the enemy, but towards Hamlet’s future hope..."

With that, he suddenly turned back and asked the clown.

"What’s your name?"

"Samendi." The clown was a bit puzzled why Lance suddenly asked this.

"Then the author is Samendi. I hope you can compose a piece for Hamlet, bringing hope to people in this difficult world."

"I will play for the people." The clown didn’t say much, drawing inspiration from Hamlet, he indeed saw a glimmer of hope amidst this chaotic world.

Lance didn’t linger too long; his presence made them afraid to cry out loud, only by venting emotions can they truly release them. Otherwise, repression only leads to more severe outbreaks.

Just as he was leaving, he was stopped by a woman.

"My Lord, please spare my two children."

Upon hearing this, Lance frowned. The woman before him was Walter’s wife, Tiffany’s mother. What did she mean by that? He didn’t react, instead he indicated with a gesture.

"It seems there’s a misunderstanding between us that needs to be clarified."

After listening briefly, it was clear that her thoughts were simple. Considering Hamlet was no longer safe, she wanted a way out for her family.

She wished to remain herself, then begged Lance to let her two children leave, likely seeing Tiffany and her brother as Lance’s hostages.

Unexpectedly, Lance laughed upon hearing this, saying: "I thought it was something serious, turns out it’s just this.

Let alone the two of them, you can also leave together. Don’t think that Hamlet is some inescapable place, nor do I have any intention of threatening your family.

However, the journey may be unsafe; I will send some cavalry to escort you to Ovando. It’s been a while since your family reunited, it’s a good time for a gathering."

Lance was incredibly busy, soothing few words before rushing to visit the wounded, as they needed to recover and resume work swiftly.

There was a shortage of manpower. Extreme Darkness had increased the difficulty in maintaining law and order, necessitating the deployment of more personnel.

Mental issues were prevalent; a large number of these police officers were newly trained, lacking knowledge about Transcendents. Many still mistook them for cultists.

As for the mental issues, they were simple to address, just a bit of encouragement from him could rescue those people from their negative emotions.

Interactions with Samendi had undeniably enhanced his understanding of such matters.

The wounded returned to their posts after leaving the hospital. Why is it said that Hamlet won’t fall as long as there is a Lord?

Because no matter how severe the injuries, if they don’t kill, they only make them stronger.

After whirling around with work, Lance was intercepted again upon returning, this time by Tiffany, who appeared somewhat indignant.

"What do you mean by this!"

"Come inside and let’s talk then."

Back at home he could finally sit down and catch a breath, "Let’s hear it, who has displeased our God of Wealth again?"

"Why did you say those things to her? How can we leave Hamlet at this time? Don’t you understand the implications?"

Tiffany looked at Lance’s nonchalant demeanor with annoyance, immediately questioning him.

"I also heard your family had a quarrel over this matter in recent days."

Lance comforted softly while gesturing for her to sit down and talk slowly.

Grendel had reported to him on the ship back that someone from Ovando arrived the day after the shroud of darkness descended, it was Walter probing into Hamlet’s situation.

At the same time, there were also messages sent by Vick, indicating Walter’s intense reaction to the phenomenon, being very concerned about his family, with the intention of taking them away.

No doubt about Vick’s loyalty, but Walter is unpredictable, considering Lance took over the business group he worked half a life to build, it’s somewhat disreputable.

It seemed Walter’s letter made Tiffany’s mother worried, wanting the two children to leave.

But Tiffany knew better not to leave at this time; with her current status, it could cause panic, and even if she returned later, she wouldn’t be able to manage, no one would trust her.

For this, Tiffany had a fallout with her mother, which became well-known, likely her mother found no choice but to seek the Lord.

Lance briefly recounted her mother’s approach earlier, without distorting a word, reciting it entirely.

"So what do you think I should say? Tell you all are truly hostages? If I refuse to let you leave, then I become a villain without cause.

Moreover, I declared before the meeting that Hamlet’s doors are open, you may enter and leave as you wish, I have utterly no reason to refuse a mother’s request."

"I was at the meeting just now, you intend to wage war and expand industry, which will require immense funding." Tiffany eyed Lance with vigilance and scrutiny, bluntly voicing her suspicion. "Are you really not trying to remove me, to get your hands on my money?"

"Am I such a person? How can you view me like this!" Lance was genuinely upset, how could she falsely accuse him?

"I really do think your family can go to Ovando; after all, you haven’t seen each other for a while.

And truth be told, safety in Hamlet is indeed difficult to guarantee right now, parental concern is very normal."

"Do you think I’d be afraid? My brother doesn’t want to leave either, hoping to stand by the school and students."

"It’s not a matter of fear, it’s a deadlock.

Your parents are concerned about your safety, truly thinking I have you and your brother captive, the problem is I haven’t, but explaining it is difficult, only when present does it become clear."

Indeed, it’s a deadlock; even Tiffany struggled to express her powerlessness, collapsing into the chair as if devoid of energy.

The so-called protection by parents stifled their opportunity to choose...