Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 546 Heine's Observation

Standing on the upper floor of the workshop, looking out the window at the deserted streets outside, Heine's face was filled with an indescribable loss.

This street was very familiar to her, as she had lived on it as long as she could remember.

As the first child picked up by the teacher, Heine could no longer remember his biological parents, nor his life before being picked up by the teacher.

After all, she was just a child at that time, what could she remember?
In Heine's memory, her entire life, her entire life, can almost be said to revolve around this street outside.

Here, her teacher taught her alchemy, which made the young Heine excited for several days.

Here, the teacher brought back a new child for the first time, giving Heine the sense of responsibility of being a sister for the first time.

Here, she completed the first formal work in her life and received praise from her teacher.

Here, for the first time, she...

This street and this workshop hold too many memories for Heine.

Although it was very quiet here in the past, the streets are always full of life and vitality.

This street is not a wealthy area, but an ordinary street in the inner city. The people living here are neither aristocrats nor poor people at the bottom of society. Relatively speaking, everyone has a job that can support their families and leads a relatively happy and stable life.

So everyone often has a smile on their face, and the children playing and fighting on the streets look very healthy, not as pale and skinny as the children in the working-class neighborhoods.

There are also several small shops on the street selling some daily necessities.

The goods in the shop were not expensive. When Heine was a child, he often asked his teacher for some pocket money and then went to buy what he liked.

For alchemists, money is just an external thing and it really cannot arouse their interest at all. Few alchemists will worry about money.

So correspondingly, Heine had a pretty good life as a child and always had plenty of pocket money.

However, Heine never spends money indiscriminately. Although she occasionally buys some small things she likes, most of the time she can control her desires well and will not spend money indiscriminately on messy things.

Most of the things she bought when she was a child were carefully preserved by her and always kept in her room.

But now, the streets that held her beautiful memories were filled with desolation. The ground was covered with newspapers and garbage blown up by the wind, and the bodies of homeless people were lying on the street corners. Even the flower beds in the middle of the street, which were once Heine and his sisters' favorite places to play, were gone.

But now it has withered, and only dead branches and leaves are left in the flower bed, which looks dark and ugly.

The streets are now like this flower bed, withering and dying.

The faces of those hurried passers-by were also full of sorrow, and Heine could feel their sorrow even through the window.

Although the people living on the street were slightly better off than the pedestrians with bad faces, they also had their own problems, and their lives were not necessarily much better. The restaurant on the street that the teacher had taken them to had a seal on its door. Heine remembered that the restaurant's specialty was cream stew, which was the most desirable delicacy for Heine when he was a child.

Although I could only go to that restaurant to celebrate when I celebrated my birthday or achieved results in alchemy that satisfied my teacher.

Now, however, it has closed down.

Along with it, other small shops on the roadside also closed down. Those small shops that Heine often visited when he was a child. The once shiny window glass was either broken or covered with mud, and it looked like no one had cleaned it for a long time.

All this made Heine clearly feel the fact that Langton was dying.

"Although the Northern Count's plan allowed many people to survive, it also caused even more people to die." Somehow these words flashed through Heine's mind.

She couldn't remember exactly when she had heard this, but there was no doubt that Perfectoc's plan to relocate the population of Langdon to the north had indeed drained the essence of Langdon, and now the city was slowly dying.

This is a crime called Brandelis, but she doesn't care, and neither does Sandrion, and the entire aristocratic council and the imperial center, they care even less.

Although at first glance it seems that Perfecto gave up the lives of many people, if you really understand the situation, you will know that if she chose to save the majority of people, then what awaits everyone will be hunger, cold, lack of food and clothing, until eventually everyone starves to death or freezes to death.

Because the total amount of resources is limited, we can only prioritize the survival of a small number of people before considering others.

But understanding is one thing, but when things really happen to you, no one can remain calm about being the one being abandoned.

This kind of mood can be exploited by those with ulterior motives. In the East, this mood can be exploited by those with ulterior motives and become one of the factors in overthrowing the rule of the empire.

However, in today's Langton, this kind of mood has become the best breeding ground for the evil god sect. These negative emotions are too suitable for the evil god sect that is indifferent to the cold and the warm.

Although Heine knew that the church, the remaining Langton government agencies, and so on were all still working hard to keep the city running and prevent it from really declining, looking at the bleak appearance of the streets outside, it was really hard to convince Heine that there was still hope for this city.

But she did not despair, because she knew that in the laboratory at her feet lay the hope of saving the city.

Just as Heine was thinking about this, he suddenly noticed a small truck parked at the door of the Witch Workshop, and a young officer got out of the car.

Heine went downstairs immediately upon seeing this. Now there was only her and the mysterious man in the laboratory in the entire workshop, and she needed to go and see what was going on.

After all, she had not forgotten the real purpose of the man who had been in seclusion returning to Langton. As for the officer and the pickup truck outside the door, they might be exactly what they needed.

"Miss, this is a letter from the Alchemist Association that I'm asked to pass on." The officer took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Heine. While Heine was reading the letter, the officer added, "This is part of the supplies that the Alchemist Association asked me to pass on. There are strikes all over the country right now, and we can't transport more."

"It's okay, but has the current situation reached this point?" Heine's question made the officer look bitter.

(End of this chapter)