Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

388

Audrey stood by the window, watching the light yellow and iron black mist dissipate quickly, watching the heavy rain that was not winter falling in a majestic manner, and her mood became much calmer.

After an unknown amount of time, she and Susie finally waited until Earl Hall came home.

"Dad, how's it going?" Audrey asked with concern.

Earl Hall gave his coat and hat to the waiter while showing a gentle smile:

"Solved, but the specific process is still unclear. My little princess, you really helped a lot this time. You deserve a ton of medals!"

That's good, that's good... Thanks to Mr. Fool's reminder, and thanks to His Favorite's adventurous investigation... Our Tarot Club once again prevented the evil god from coming, and once again saved the world! Audrey's heart was filled with pride.

Earl Hall took the towel from the maid's hand, wiped his face, and sighed:

"But this time it still caused relatively serious casualties. The smog in Backlund could become so deadly... Although the statistical results have not been released yet, I estimate that more than 10,000 people died in the East District, dock area and factory area. , and the plague is still spreading, please try not to go out recently."

More than 10,000 people? This is a number that Audrey can understand but cannot imagine. Only during the float parade every National Day, she can see tens of thousands of people gathering together.

However, this did not prevent her from feeling heavy in her heart and becoming depressed.

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Daisy stood outside the apartment, watching doctors and nurses in white coats and large masks entering and carrying out corpses one by one.

She already knew the result, her expression was numb, her eyes were empty, and she subconsciously moved closer to the door.

At this time, the policeman in charge of the cordon stopped her:

"Don't go there, do you want to catch the plague?"

Daisy stopped there, watching the two corpses being carried out, watching her mother Liv hug her sister Freya tightly, watching them being carried to a temporarily commandeered delivery carriage wrapped in black cloth, watching Covered with white cloth, they disappeared before his eyes.

The carriage drove slowly towards the other end of the street.

At this time, Daisy seemed to wake up from a dream. She turned around, ran quickly, and chased the carriage.

The ground was extremely muddy after the rain. She fell down and got up several times, leaving stains all over her body. However, she still failed to catch up with the carriage and watched it disappear around the corner.

Daisy slowed down, her body swayed slightly, and her expression was unusually dull. She held onto the trees beside the street and watched intently where the carriage left.

Suddenly, her whole body softened, and a cry escaped from her throat:

"Mother……

"Flea..."

The voice was thin, low, sharp and weak, lingering and endless.

At this moment, in the East District, the dock area, and the factory area, tens of thousands of people were also mourning and crying.

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After being fed a whole bottle of specially prepared spiritual stabilizing potion by Dr. Black, Sean's pale face finally looked better. He looked at the two people present. One was covered in cold sweat just like him, and the other was already sitting on a chair and started rolling his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

"I have long said that you need to exercise more, don't rely on taking medicine to regain your strength! Look at my muscles, look at your thin arms, you almost collapsed during this visit! Hahaha! You are a Sequence 8 Extraordinary people almost collapsed!"

After laughing for a while, he strangely patted something in front of him: "But Feinuo, why is there a streetlight in your clinic?"

The street lamp spoke: "Mr. Sean, I am Admissor."

"Your spiritual overdraft is a bit serious. It seems that you have hallucinated. But there is no danger now. You just need to rest more these days." Dr. Black wiped his sweat. He felt like he had just run a marathon and was so hot. You have to want to take off your coat and just wear a shirt in temperatures below ten degrees.

He looked around: "Where did Miss Maria go?"

He asked as he walked upstairs to the clinic. The second floor was already full of patients. The beds and cabinets were all placed aside. The beds and chairs on the floor were filled with weak people one after another. Admisor followed and distributed oral solutions to the patients one by one.

Doctor Black sighed with emotion:

"With my ability, it would be impossible to prepare a potion that can combat this kind of toxin."

"Thanks to you, Admisor! The Path of Destiny is well-deserved. Those bottles of potion you accidentally knocked down actually turned out to be effective after mixing! Without you, I can only watch everyone die in pain. You are really us Lucky star!"

Admissor scratched his head in embarrassment, but his mood was slightly depressed: "But there are many patients..."

"That's not your fault (Dr. Black patted Admissor on the shoulder). You have done your best. You touched the potion. Gavin's potions are all in perfect proportions. He will probably brag about it for the rest of his life. , if you can blow it.”

The little monster scratched his head again, thought for a while, and said rather complicatedly:

"I don't know how this vicious poisoning incident will be characterized by the Kingdom... Miss Maria said that she encountered a Sequence 4 witch, so this should be a terrorist attack by a cult organization, right? I hope that after this incident, the Kingdom It would be nice to pay a little attention to slum areas like the East District and East District...even if there are no subsidies or compensation, a little environmental improvement."

As he spoke, Dr. Black approached the patients lying on the bed - these were patients with severe symptoms, and the poisonous mist had seriously damaged their respiratory systems. Damage to body organs is fatal and even the best doctors are powerless to do anything about it.

Unless they can afford a ventilator in a hospital. After checking the conditions of several patients, Dr. Black's mood gradually became depressed.

But as a doctor, he was used to seeing life and death, let alone in the East District. He tried to tell the bad news to several patients who were accompanied by their family members as gently and calmly as possible. The patients and their families, who had long been numb from pain, did not show excessive sadness. In spite of their grief, they accepted the advice from the doctor. He was notified of his death. While grateful, he expressed embarrassment that he was short of money and wanted to leave the clinic immediately.

"Lie a little longer, sir, ma'am."

In this regard, Dr. Black could only sigh secretly: "The patient needs enough rest. You can lie down for another hour. When you have strength, go to a nearby church to pray..."

Then, go home and wait to die, or just wait near the church.

Generally, homeless people will choose the latter, because if they go early, they may be able to queue up for the collective requiem in the church earlier.

"Admissor," he greeted, "go boil a pot of water. Be sure to boil it and give the patients some hot water."

"OK."

Admissor ran downstairs, took a full pot of water from the tap, and put it on the stove to boil.

When a small amount of white steam began to emit from the spout, the door of the clinic was pushed open, and Maria walked in with her right arm bandaged and splinted.

Her face looked very ugly, even worse than Dr. Black's, but the moment she walked under the light, she controlled her facial expression and tried her best to put on a relaxed smile:

"Thank you everyone for your hard work."

She turned to look at Sean: "Have you met your wife and daughter?"

The navigator, who was slumped on Dr. Blake's exclusive single sofa, immediately nodded vigorously: "I've met before coming here! They are all fine. Mira is still very energetic and asks me for sweets. I am going to leave from Feinuo." Here are some sugar pills... They are all staying well in our temporary shelter, great, great! Miss Maria, you are the savior of my whole family!"

Maria smiled and nodded: "I also want to thank you on behalf of the children in the school who were unharmed."

"Next, we have to help Dr. Black avoid being tracked by the Church of Storms. The clinic will be closed for a while and the place will be converted back into a grocery store. I will go up and talk to him later."

Then, she found Admissor who was guarding the kettle and looking here: "By the way, it seems that the matter is over. Do you want to buy a ticket and go back to Tingen now? It's not too late."

Admissor shook his head: "Alia has gone back. I will stay here this year. I think everyone..."

He looked around the room, looking at the exhausted people.

"I think maybe everyone needs some good luck," he said diplomatically.

Maria couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Gavin, the collapsed living corpse, uttered unexplained murmurs, and the atmosphere in the room became much lighter.

The water boiled and the lid began to beat. Admissor quickly took the kettle and put it aside. He also took out the disposable paper cup and prepared to wait for it to cool before serving it.

Aaliyah...Daisy...Maria sighed, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Gavin and Sean had already started chatting, joking about how long the big shots would keep the East End issue on the front pages of newspapers, and how many powerful-sounding but meaningless debates the congressmen would use this opportunity to do. No matter how many charitable funds are established, how much can be allocated to the Eastern District. Admissor brought each of them a cup of hot water to warm their hands.

Two grown men were lying on the sofa talking nonsense, making the clinic's narrow reception area on the first floor very crowded. Maria was also about to sit down and rest for a while, but Gavin quickly moved his legs to make room.

"Gavin, how much money do we have left this year?" she asked.

The living corpse who was not responsible for accounting but often made claims and reimbursements scratched his head: "Shouldn't I ask Ms. Yalian about this?"

"..." Maria's lips twitched, "I gave her a holiday, and she died of illness at home with her little grandson."

"Well……"

"Forget it, I really shouldn't ask you."

Maria sighed and looked at Admissor again: "Mr. "Machine", do you still remember how much balance we have this month? "

Admissor immediately reported a series of figures: "There are forty-five pounds six soles and two pence left in the funds this month. It is expected that after all wages are paid, there will be three and a half pounds left." He hesitated, "But I don't know. …How many people can get these wages…”

Maria did not answer this sentence: "How much money is left in total?"

Admissor calculated in his head for a few seconds: "The last cooperation with the Aurora Society got us a lot of money. We are still very rich now, with 1,600 pounds left, but this is also our basis for the next two months. funds."

"Okay, first divide 600 pounds and use it as a pension fund." Maria's face could no longer see much sadness, it was as hard as a stone, "Take a two-hour rest, and after dinner, we will start counting... Casualties."

"Start counting the casualties within the foundation."

The three of them responded in silence, and Admissor picked up some warm boiled water and went upstairs.

"Have you ever heard of any extraordinary items that can change people's minds?"

Maria said thoughtfully to Sean and Gavin: "Looking back now, I always feel a little strange."

"Why didn't I recite the honorable name to summon the leader immediately? Instead, I thought of rescuing people first, recited it twice, and then ran into the witch?"

The three of them looked at each other with a confused expression.

Upstairs, Dr. Black had just finished consoling the last patient. His mouth was dry and he hurried downstairs to make a cup of tea. Admisor handed over the medical records and medicines to him, and went upstairs to take care of the patients.

He poured hot water on those who were closer and sober, getting some tired responses.

There were many older patients without family members to accompany them. Admissor always had to carefully check whether their chests were still rising and falling. He couldn't bear to wake them up, so he used wet wipes soaked in cold white water to help them. They wiped their lips.

During the process, he occasionally went downstairs to get clean disposable cups. He heard Dr. Black discussing with Maria whether to leave tonight or tomorrow. Sean, who had regained a little strength, had already started to remove the sign outside the door and replaced it with groceries. shop.

By five o'clock, the patients will be emptied, and the beds on the second floor will be converted into shelves.

Dr. Black decided to leave now. He was single, without a wife or children, so he could leave without worries and come back in a few weeks.

"Your water."

"Thanks."

Admissor handed the last cup of hot water to the patient's family. This was a young girl. Admissor had seen her before. She was a little seamstress in the East District. She often mended clothes for people near his residence. .

The girl was holding a paper bag in her arms. It looked heavy, and she didn't know what was inside.

She was talking quietly to the middle-aged and elderly man lying on the bed. The middle-aged and elderly man was smiling and kept saying words like thanking the doctor to his daughter. However, after saying a few words, he would start coughing. It seemed that he had respiratory problems. Injured.

"Doctor, I want to take my father back." The tailor girl stood up holding the paper bag and helped the middle-aged and elderly man's upper body up. Admissor quickly put down the tray and helped her get the man off the hospital bed.

The man looked very thirsty and drank the water his daughter handed him in one gulp, gasping for air as if he had been burned.

He kept thanking him, which made Admissor very embarrassed. He quickly asked him to sit down and rest for a while, and took the tailor girl downstairs to tell Dr. Black about leaving.

Downstairs, Dr. Black, who had already started packing his luggage, saw the tailor girl. After hearing what she said, he was surprised and said: "Miss Taylor, won't you let your father rest for a while? Are you leaving now?"

The girl named Taylor shook her head. Before she could speak, her eyes started to turn red.

"Dad said he wanted to go home for dinner and eat the broth I cooked." Taylor rubbed his eyes and said, "He said he just bought a big ham and wanted to eat some quickly, otherwise he would never eat it again... "

Seeing this, Dr. Black couldn't say anything more, so he could only shake his head and sigh a few times, and said:

"After you go back, let him have a good rest, drink more water, and exercise less. Mr. Kohler said that he just made a small amount of money, which is enough for you and your daughter to have a warm and comfortable winter. After that... Taylor, you must be strong. "

Taylor wiped her tears again, borrowed some warm water to wipe her face clean, and wiped away the tear stains. She waited until her red eyes returned to normal before she walked upstairs and helped her father down.

Mr. Kohler can't survive this winter... Admissor suddenly realized something.

He thought of all the recent events, of the insignificant lives of mortals, of this crisis that even extraordinary people could not protect themselves from, of people who died in various ways... At this moment, he looked at the door and left. As Taylor's back gradually receded, he suddenly had some indescribable feelings about his fate.

"Can we let her work in the foundation?" He quickly asked Miss Maria, "I heard that she has very good craftsmanship and is good at making clothes."

Maria, who silently looked through the member list and crossed out some with a pen from time to time, raised her head and said in a cold and soft voice:

"Okay, I have this idea."

"And Daisy...if she doesn't get enough subsidy for a little girl to survive, I will recruit her as a clerk."

"We need to replenish manpower, we need...a lot of people."

She sighed and continued to look at the list without saying anything.

389

Only after it turned completely dark did Klein say goodbye to Azik.

After a confusing conversation, Klein felt that the haze that had always existed in his heart—that he had to deceive others in order to hide himself—dissipated a lot, and he felt much better.

Although this sudden desire to talk is not necessarily a good thing, Klein feels that when he gets up tomorrow morning and thinks about the nonsense he is talking about now, he will wrap himself in the quilt in embarrassment. But he still chooses to talk, because he has been suppressed and silent for too long, and those vivid pasts are gradually buried under the current dangerous and weird world, getting farther and farther away from him.

Azik's side is a bit more subtle. Azik is very interested in Klein's real home, and is interested in "flying machines", "four-wheeled iron boxes", "barbecues" and various other things. All kinds of things feel novel.

At the same time, he also seriously discussed with Klein the possible reasons why "Zhou Mingrui" came here - as a person who possesses memory fragments of the Fourth Age, Azik denied Klein's "Maybe the Source Castle is the hidden place." "In the Antigonus Notes" speculation, he believed that those few ancient (Chinese) incantations were connected with the Source Castle.

And the honorific name created by Klein's newborn calf, Not Afraid of Tigers, just points to Source Castle - this is something worth pondering. If the "mysterious master above the gray mist" is pointed, then what is it pointing to? Is Klein still the "yellow and black king of good luck"?

The proposal of this idea made both Azik and Klein feel sweaty and hastily ended the topic.

Coupled with the fact that "Klein" had come into contact with the soothsayer's path angel, Antigonus's notes, Azik strongly suspected that all of this was the plan of some great being!

"Kleon" died, "Zhou Mingrui" came, "Zhou Mingrui" contacted Origin Castle, and "Zhou Mingrui" became the current Klein... But Klein is now the favored one of the Night Goddess, and he doesn't know that the Night Goddess is here. What role does it play in the process...

When Azik thought about this, he couldn't help but feel a little grudge.

However, subjectively, he felt that they were all victims of the same disease. Klein, a young man who had no intention of actively harming others, could not be one of the organizers.

"Actually, I don't recommend that you pray to the goddess of the night to protect your brother and sister." Azik said before leaving.

"The favor of the gods is like a lottery ticket. They spend a few pennies and a few soles to give you a lottery ticket called favor, but when you redeem the prize, they take hundreds or even thousands of pounds from you. I don't know The goddess of the night wants to get something from you, but putting your family under the eyes of God may not be a good idea."

"But this should be the only way."

"I don't know the attitude of the goddess of the night towards me. If I personally protect your brother and sister, it may be counterproductive."

Klein couldn't help but sigh: "I know, Mr. Azik."

"Thank you, thank you for being willing to listen to what I have to say."

Azik put on his hat, picked up his cane, and gave the last instruction: "Since you have made up your mind to leave Backlund, make all preparations before leaving. Make good use of 'Creep Hunger'."

"I don't want to lose one of my students again, Klein."

TBC

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Richard: Teacher, what are human beings?

Decay: Reed.

Richard: I am very strong, I still have knowledge and practical ability, so I should be a strong blade of grass, right?

Decline: Still a reed.