Tyra, your ancestors are back!

The force exerted on Tallulah's ears suddenly became heavier——

Chapter 181 We are the approaching storm!

The scene of disaster relief the day after the end of the riot in Chernobog city

Pagan Bibian Azazel Clinic Herag

"Hi, Mr. Herag, right?"

In the noisy and busy disaster relief scene, people everywhere are shouting, moving the rubble, and transporting the wounded or remains. Doctors and nurses are busy at the nearby temporary treatment point, and trucks transporting rubble and wreckage are passing through the road. with.

Looking at the integration movement and those members of the Apocalypse Church who took off their uniforms, turned into good citizens, and participated in the rescue operation, Pagan nodded with satisfaction——

This is part of her and that Ms. Tallulah's plan to use the members of these churches as an introduction to attract or let those real ordinary Chernobog citizens get used to them and get in touch with the integration movement and even infected people.

The decree on correcting discrimination against infected people has been issued, it just needs someone to show their attitude.

"I am, this lady, are you?"

The middle-aged Li Boli turned his head when he heard someone calling his name, and looked at the black-purple-haired woman in front of him with some doubts—well, there were no obvious beast-like features, maybe she was an Agor?

"I'm Bibian—of course, you can also call me a pagan, Your Excellency the General of Ursus."

The woman stretched out her hand, as if she was actively showing favor to the Li Boli man in front of her.

“…”

Herage did not extend his hand. The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the woman in front of him.

"You're the leader of the other side that caused the Chernobog turmoil before—right?"

Herag clearly remembers the troops marching in the uniformed robes and attacking the Ursus military police and members of the Sun of the Heart, and their front-line commanders often mentioned a name - "heretic"

But at least the Apocalypse Church did not leave any extremely bad impression on the former Ursus general. They did not attack civilians or infected people. The Ursus military police escorting the civilians also symbolically drove away——

"Yes, it's me."

Bibi An openly admitted his identity and seemed to have no intention of covering it up——

"This is not a name decision, Miss Bibian - even if the Duke of Tallulah acquiesces to your actions, he has no intention of pursuing you."

The man frowned, looked at the fearless woman in front of him, and issued his own warning.

"I'm not exactly a defeatist, Ms. Bibian—but you'd better remember...."

"No political entity should be in direct conflict with Ursus. Even if its corruption and rage must eventually destroy it."

"But until that storm comes, it's still the scariest thing on the land."

The man looked at the Pagan with a gradually serious expression in front of him, waiting for her answer or an argument——

"No, no...General, you don't understand, you've been trapped in this city for too long—like a bird in a cage, you've already forgotten how vast and impermanent the sky is ."

"We - the progressive faction of the Apocalypse Church, Epsilon. The infected military organization under the Archduke, the Integration Movement... and the giants who have appeared secretly in history."

The black-haired girl opened her arms, as if she was preaching to Li Boli in front of her, her purple pupils looked at the general in front of her, with confidence and pride——

"General—we are the approaching storm."

"Those who fear, those who fear—they may say: Once Ursus really looks at you, you will know the difference between being an enemy of Ursus and Ursus being an enemy of you."

"I, and the Grand Duke, and perhaps the "giants" will also reciprocate this sentence—"

"When the storm comes, they will know that in the face of the storm, the word "becoming an enemy" will be a wild word beyond self-control."

"We were born for a time of change. On this hill we shall stand, on that throne we shall sit....We shall be the axles of the changing wheel of fortune, and the decaying old order shall be obliterated in the unborn star in the light."

.....

"...the ancients, the changers, and...a dying empire."

Herag silently recited one word after another, while Bibian was leaning on the street lamp.

"Perhaps you are right, Miss Pagan—I've been in Chernobog for so long that I've forgotten the direction of the wind."

Herag shook his head, and the wrinkles on his forehead increased a little more, as if he had aged a few years in a short period of time.

"So, what do you need from us, or what can Azazel do for you? And we'll get it?"

The revived middle-aged man in Liboli seemed to have returned to his former appearance as a general, and he looked at Bibian seriously in front of him.

"As far as immediate needs are concerned, we need someone who is good at city planning, preferably an infected person. In the long run, Azazel is a clinic for infected people. We need your attention to infected people and ore disease medical experience and technology.”

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who offered to cooperate, a cheerful smile appeared on Pagan's lips.

"Yes, some requests can be regarded as common, but Miss Bibian—you don't seem to be an infected person, right? According to your words, you should often have close contact with infected people like us?"

The nodded Li Boli man looked suspiciously at the black-purple-haired woman in front of him who seemed to be a normal person.

"Uh...well..."

"Some people, they are born to be favored by the supreme heaven, have the ability to break through the boundary between reality and illusion, and can guide those forces that transcend reality... This also brings them certain privileges in reality. "

Before Bibian could explain the difference in himself to Herag, a cold female voice intervened.

"We meet again, Mr. Herrag...I think I said we would meet next time?"

Alice nodded slightly to Bibian and Herag, as a greeting, and joined the discussion of several people.

"Ah...Although I don't know exactly what the supreme sky that Ms. Alice is talking about...But this kind of talent, which we call psychic ability, can indeed suppress or cure the owner's ore disease..."

Miss Pagan nodded——

"No matter how serious the ore disease is, as long as you use the spiritual energy for a long enough time, it will gradually weaken and then subside..."

"Ah, of course it's not a panacea - the damage to the organs eroded by ore disease will not recover."

"Talent..."

There was a little regret in Herag's eyes when he heard the words... If it was something else, there might be a possibility of mass production... Talent is something that can only be said to be rare.

"Let's continue discussing the previous cooperation matters...Miss Pagan—we can agree to all of your requests."

"But what can Azazel get? Or what can you offer to the children in the clinic?"

Chapter 182 Where did you get so much money.jpg

Giving and rewarding must be equal, what you give, you can get what, Herag, who is the leader of the Azazel Clinic, naturally knows it well.

——Equivalent, at least nominally equal transactions and contracts have allowed this underground clinic for infected people to survive the countless turmoil in Chernoborg, as well as the military and police searches that have continued to this day, allowing myself to make this from the past The clinic that my friend took over survived safely.

"remuneration?"

Bibian who received such a question showed a subtle expression——

"Well... look around, I think you've already been paid, General—at least an advance, and I think you'll get more in the future."

The woman gave such a reply——Looking at the young woman with dark purple hair in front of him, Herag was taken aback, and then subconsciously looked around...,

——Infected people walked the streets of the city, there was no military police to drive them away, and no citizens insulted them. Perhaps this was helped by the army under the command of the Grand Duke, but the infected people at this moment can indeed walk under the sun openly.

The ore patients walking on the upper floors of the city openly...as if the label "infected" does not exist in Chernobog.

...Yes, he has received it, Azazel has received it.

"In the future, there will be more and more things like this... right, Miss Pagan?"

Looking at the bustling crowd, Herag confirmed a sentence to the woman beside him...

"Why not?"

Bibian just asked the middle-aged Liboli man a question.

"General, as I said before, the storm has arrived..."

"—to ride the wind, or be torn apart by the storm."

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"I originally thought it would be Tallulah coming to find the leader of Azazel."

Alice looked at General Herag, who was in touch with the members of Azazel and the local infected people in Chernobog, and asked Miss Pagan with some doubts——

"What about her?"

"Tallulah... Sir Alice, didn't you visit the official residence of the Lord of Chernobog last night?"

Miss Bibian, who thought of something interesting, showed a happy smile.

Facial expression.

"...I'm not interested in disturbing people's dreams, Miss Bibian."

Alice just raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"That's not just a dream - Ms. Alice, let me tell you, this must be a dream no matter what. That Draco screams so loudly that anyone who passes by can hear it."

Bibian raised a finger and shook it, seeming a little complacent.

"...?"

I suspect you kid is trying to run my face over with a dump truck, but I have no proof.

"Cough cough cough—in short, our lady duke probably won't be able to get up before noon, please forgive me, Ms. Alice."

Staring at the latter's scrutinizing gaze, Bibian showed an expression that you understand what I mean, and then quickly explained and informed Tallulah's current situation.

"Uh, that...young man wants temperance?"

After contacting the members of Azazel and the infected aboriginals in the city, Herag just came back to his senses and heard part of Bibian's words... Not knowing what state of mind he was in, the middle-aged Li Boli man issued the elder's persuasion ...

"You old man tell Tallulah herself..."

Inexplicably, the pagan lady who received the persuasion immediately rolled her eyes.

"Looks like you've reached out to the right person?"

Natalula opened the brush to open the brush, and the business still had to be done——Looking at Herag who leaned closer again, Bibian raised her doubts.

"I found it. It just happened to be an infected designer who was sheltered and protected by the clinic during yesterday's turmoil. He was one of the chief designers responsible for the construction of Chernobog before."

"However, because of the ore disease, in order to avoid exposure, he was forced to resign and has been living in seclusion at home... This time he was forced to leave the house because of the riots, and was finally taken in by Azazel."

Herag nodded and briefly introduced the identity of the designer.

"Then he is quite lucky... How long has Chernobog been built, and he has been able to hide until this day..."

Miss Bibian nodded, and sighed the good luck of the latter, while the consul raised his concerns——

"Isn't that designer's ore disease serious? Can he still work?"

"This... This gentleman is in good health. His personal infection with ore disease has been well controlled, and there is no problem in starting work."

Herag shook his head, indicating that the designer's body is not in serious condition.

"So, what does Grand Duke Tallulah want this designer to do? If it is to repair the city, it seems that there is no need for an urban architect? Or is it still serving Chernoborg? A teacher is enough."

The Liboli man raised his own doubts.

"It's very simple. We need to rebuild, or develop, the slums in the lower city and the middle-class civilian areas to improve the living conditions of infected people and ordinary people——"

"Your Excellency, there is nothing better than this incident to show the new Duke's attitude towards civilians and infected people."

Pagan shrugged.

"So, what about those ordinary citizens...Although it seems that the infected and ordinary people get along well? But the fear brought about by the ore disease..."

Herag raises another question for Chernoborg.

"Studies have shown that with a reasonable schedule, a regular life, and normal eating habits - oriopathy can be well suppressed...and that Miss Tallulah has already reached a cooperative relationship with an international pharmaceutical company, In the future, a large sum of money from the Chernobog government will be used to pay for citizens’ medical insurance.”

Alice took Bibian's words and began to explain the ore disease to this middle-aged man.

"Most Ursas people have a great or blind fear of ore disease under the propaganda of past policies. They don't know that under good control, there are actually not a few cases of patients dying of ore disease."

"You're going to break people's blind fears with actual scientific theories and realities—"

"Reasonable work and rest and life patterns.....and a normal diet and medical environment - Your Excellency Alice, this is a fantasy for the Ursas."

Herag raised his head in astonishment when he heard the words, and looked at the white-haired woman in front of him——on this point, Miss Bibian took over the words of explanation.

"Ahem, it's not for Chernobog City, the Grand Duke Tallulah, and the Apocalypse Church—General, I hope you can understand this—"

"The [Ursus] in Chernobog is completely different from the [Ursas] in other places..."