Subversion of Public Opinion

Chapter 110 Subversion of Public Opinion

Inside an elegant café in Newcastle's Second District.

Ida was having breakfast with Grace.

Grace has now officially joined the United Front and is also Ada's personal secretary.

However, the deep-rooted poverty of the slums has not completely faded away.

She was devouring the Black Forest cake on her plate, holding her latte in both hands, reluctant to put it down, and eating with great relish.

Across from her, Ida rested her chin on her hand, her expression gentle and kind, as if she were watching a greedy little pet, quietly observing her.

Grace was enjoying her meal when she suddenly snapped out of her daze, looked up sharply, and met Ida's gentle gaze.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head awkwardly: "Sir, I'm sorry—"

"I'm so hungry."

"It's okay." Ada reached out and gently rubbed her cheek, her tone tender.

"Eat more. The food at the base can never compare to the fine food in big cities."

"No way!" Grace shook her head, her eyes sparkling.

"The fried chicken and fries at the farm are especially delicious; I feel like I've gained weight."

Ada's gaze swept lightly over her high, prominent breasts, and she chuckled softly.

"Really? I think this meat is growing in the right place."

Grace blushed even more, feeling embarrassed and flustered, and quickly lowered her head to apologize.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" She tends to stutter when she's nervous.

"No need to apologize," Ada reassured her.

"You are my secretary and also my closest person, so there's no need to be so reserved."

Even after a week of getting to know each other, Grace still couldn't quite handle these ambiguous words. She pursed her lips and spoke softly, her eyes full of concern.

"My lord, when will I be able to see my sister?"

Ada's smile deepened.

"Aren't you enough that you communicate via dedicated telegram every other day now?"

"We've almost never been apart since we were little," Grace said softly, with a hint of unease in her voice.

"The last time she went missing for a month, that was the longest we'd ever been apart."

"I'm always worried that she won't be able to take good care of herself on her own."

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Ada remained silent, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

In Grace's mind, her younger sister Emily was innocent, pure, gentle, and kind; she was a delicate flower that needed to be protected.

Little did she know that Emily, far away at the Irish base, was not the weak, needy younger sister she remembered at all; she had transformed into a fearsome female demon whom no one dared to mess with.

Ada was clever in dealing with these two girls who had just left the slums and had never seen the world's splendor. She did not use coercion or intimidation as she had with others.

She always guided them gently and carefully, nurturing them with top-notch treatment, generous resources, and a sincere attitude, which gradually won over the hearts of the two sisters.

Grace's status today is vastly different from what it once was.

As the personal secretary to the twenty-two executives of the United Front, her rank was comparable to that of veteran members who had been deeply involved in the Front for over a decade. Backed by Ida, she practically held the authority to coordinate the entire United Front in southern England.

From a slum girl struggling to make ends meet, she rose to become second only to one leader among hundreds of thousands of members of the Southern Front.

A key figure who is above everyone else.

At this moment, Grace was still innocent and naive. In her mind, Ada was intelligent, knowledgeable, calm, and wise. She could learn knowledge and principles by following Ada, and her sister could be protected by the United Front. That was all.

"Hextech is amazing!"

"He's not after a recommendation spot at Oxford Theology!"

At that moment, two young people at the next table were having a heated discussion.

"He was willing to bear the stigma of being an illegitimate child in order to avenge his brother!"

"I think the other ordinary people who are tracking down the real culprit are also amazing!" another person nodded in agreement.

"Hextech is simply a leader that appears at the most precise time!"

"No way!" the little mustache exclaimed excitedly.

"Even with everyone else's persistence, the real culprit hasn't been found after all these years!"

"Even Karls Edria is dead! But Hextech has only been around for three days, and he's already found the real culprit!"

"I'm not denying the achievements and efforts of others, but Hextech is indispensable!"

"He is a hero!"

"If it weren't for him and the Adelia family's insistence on uncovering the truth, the skies over Newcastle would never have brightened!"

"Rothschild is a devil! How could he do such a thing!"

"Hmph, who knows if the Tuttle family instructed him to do this evil deed!"

"I think we need to completely purge the Tuttle family!"

Grace smiled as she listened to their discussion.

"Lady Ada, do we really not need to make contact with Mr. Hex?"

"Not for now." A hint of worry flashed in Ada's eyes.

"If we show up abruptly, he might mistakenly think we are spying on him."

"Moreover, he should already be on his way to London."

"However, I never expected him to do something like this in just a few days!"

She reviewed the entire situation. Yesterday's sensational public trial, Hex's courage and boldness were indeed remarkable.

She received the news immediately when Hextech went to Newcastle for training and his plane crashed into the sea, and quickly mobilized maritime forces to carry out search and rescue operations.

She knew perfectly well that Hextech, who could escape from the gates of hell and defeat those terrifying monsters with a single punch, could not possibly drown in the sea.

She still spent an entire day searching the nearshore waters and coastline, just in case he got lost or was picked up by some other force. After all, the nun in Manchester was almost driven mad by him.

It wasn't until the next day, when Anreid reported that Hex had arrived safely in Newcastle, that she learned of his whereabouts.

Although Ada cursed Anred in her heart, she also knew that Anred was not to blame for this.

Anred was unaware of Hex's true identity. After all, Hex had arrived in Newcastle on time, and Anred was unaware that Hex had crashed, so his report was a day late.

Because of the time difference, by the time Ida arrived in Newcastle after hearing the news, the entire city's situation had been completely thrown into chaos by Hex.

The assassination of Adelya's illegitimate son.

Cases involving missing women and children.

The King in Yellow organization.

The Tuttle family.

One by one, the secrets were revealed.

Newcastle is in chaos.

In fact, Ada didn't want Hextech to get too deeply involved in this conflict.

Her original plan was for Hextech to keep a low profile and go to London for further studies.

If Hex becomes too visible in Newcastle, the Church's vast intelligence network will inevitably target him.

At that time, his special identity will likely be exposed.

Hextech might be fine, but the United Front can forget about monopolizing Hextech; he might very well switch sides to the Church.

Moreover, once exposed, it would be very difficult for Hextech to return to Oxford Theological Seminary.

The two major seminaries are the core foundation and power base of the church, which has been rooted in it for thousands of years. Even a powerful united front would find it difficult to easily place people within them.

It was quite a coincidence that Hex took Karls's place. It was a rare opportunity. When Karls's identity was first revealed, Ada hadn't investigated it thoroughly before sending Hex to Newcastle.

That's why she didn't realize that this identity involved so many hidden stories, which led Hextech to get involved.

But it's too late now.

Hextech has willingly entered the fray, becoming deeply entangled in a deadly situation with the Rothschilds and the Tuttle family, from which it is unable to extricate itself.

She could only secretly mobilize the action team, secretly deploy and protect Hex, and do her best to stabilize the situation in Newcastle.

In fact, the United Front cares more about the stability of Newcastle than the Church Federation and the Tuttle family. Ida doesn't want Newcastle to fall into chaos at this critical juncture.

She wanted to suppress the matter as much as possible.

According to her prediction, the Tuttle family should retaliate soon, and the matter would not involve the Rothschilds at all, so the struggle between the two sides would remain at a very low intensity.

But she never expected that Hex would join forces with the disgraced Bishop Tyrion to infiltrate the Tuttle family, kidnap Rothschild, and hold a public trial to expose all of Rothschild's crimes.

That's it!

The contradictions can no longer be concealed; a life-or-death struggle is inevitable.

"Mr. Hextech must be a hero!"

Grace's eyes shone with admiration, and her tone was resolute.

"He's amazing! He dared to publicly try that heinous villain!"

"If the church sees that kind of person as its hope, then it is utterly rotten!"

Having experienced hardship from a young age and the pain of losing loved ones, Grace is most able to empathize with the despair of countless victims.

Rothschild's brutality and the murder of young girls made her increasingly disappointed and resistant to the corrupt church system.

"This is not a good thing," Ada suddenly said softly, her tone deep and unsettling.

"Hextech should not have publicly tried Rothschild."

"Why?" Grace asked, puzzled.

"Rothschild Tuttle's crimes are obvious; is a public trial wrong?"

"The public trial itself is not wrong." Ada's eyes were deep as she spoke slowly.

"But you must see who is being publicly tried, and who is standing by as an observer."

"The Rothschild who was publicly tried was named Tuttle."

"And those who witnessed the public trial were just ordinary people."

Only a handful of clergymen joined Tyrion's cause.

"Most of the powerful and wealthy did not participate in this public trial."

"Too hasty, Hextech is, and Tyrion is too."

Upon hearing this, Grace was suddenly taken aback. "So what if it's Tuttle!"

"So many people witnessed the public trial!"

"The people are the most powerful group in the world." A complex expression, a half-smile, appeared on Ada's face.

"Clerics, paladins, crusaders, and even the pope all originally came from the common people."

"But the public is also the most powerless and the most easily deceived."

"Yesterday, they were able to cheer for Hextech's righteous act."

"Today, if the situation changes even slightly, they can immediately turn against us."

"No way—" Grace's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously retorted.

"Never underestimate any church noble that has been rooted in the city for over a century." Ida's tone carried an all-knowing calmness.

"The power and influence they have secretly accumulated far exceed your imagination."

Just as the two were talking.

On the street, a newsboy sped past on his bicycle and suddenly braked to a stop in front of the coffee shop.

A clear and loud cry pierced through the street, suddenly breaking the brief silence.

"Breaking news! Breaking news!"

"Rothschild was found not guilty and was released on the spot!"

"The Adriatic family has colluded with the United Front to wreak havoc in Newcastle; the evidence is irrefutable!"