On the morning of December 31, Harvest Church in the south of the Bridge.
Emly White stood in the kitchen in a priest's robe, sometimes throwing different herbs into the large iron pot, supplemented with some stirring.
After all the materials prepared in advance were put, he waited patiently for ten minutes before using an iron spoon to scoop up the ink-black liquid inside and put it into the glass bottle and glass cup next to it.
48, 49, 50... Emlin glanced at the empty iron pot and pointed the prepared potion.
After confirming the quantity, he picked up a large tray and delivered a bottle of dark green liquid to the hall.
In the hall, most of the prayer seats were removed, and the ground was covered with tattered quilts, and the plague infected people were lying in or sleeping or groaning in pain.
Emlin and Father Utlavsky worked together to carry some of the potions and distribute them from two directions.
The first one was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion. He hurriedly held up, took the medicine, and drank it.
Handing back the bottle, he said to Emlin gratefully:
Father White, thank you so much. I feel much better and have some strength again!
Emly raised her chin and replied disdainfully:
This is just a very small thing and is not worth thanking. You are so unsightly.
After saying that, he speeded up the issuance of the potion.
After about ten minutes, he returned to the altar of Mother Earth and complained to Father Utlavsky:
You should find two more volunteers!
Father Utlavsky did not respond, looked at the patients and smiled gently:
In another two or three days, they should be able to heal.
How did you know?Emlin turned his head in surprise.
Father Utlavsky lowered his head with a kind face and looked at him and said:
Herbs are originally one of the realms of the Mother Goddess. As His believers, although they are not in the "earth" path, they still need to understand basic common sense.
Emlin tweeted:
I am not interested in religion and do not know much.
Although I have often copied the holy scriptures of Mother Earth in recent months... He added a little resentful in his heart, so he casually said:
Father, I didn't expect you to accept dissident believers, only two or three of them are believers of the Mother Goddess.
Father Utlavsky smiled indifferently:
They are also life, innocent lives.
Emlin stayed for a few seconds, breathed, and said:
Father, I have found a solution to psychological hints and may leave here soon.
Wait, why should I mention this?I was actually moved by him. What if he locked me in the basement again?Emlin suddenly became nervous.
Father Utlavsky's expression did not change at all, and he looked down at Emlin and said:
In fact, you don’t need to find a way. For a while, the psychological hints will be relieved naturally, and you can freely choose whether to come to church.
Wait for a while and I will become a mother god, no, the earth god is a devout believer!Emlin blurted out.
Father Utlavsky moved his eyebrows and said in surprise:
I did not force you to change your faith.
The psychological hint I leave is just to let you return to the church every day, and I hope you can fully experience the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest.
That the only function of psychological suggestion is to get me back to church?Emlin's expression suddenly became dull.
Father Utlavsky nodded calmly:
Yes.
... Emlyn opened her mouth halfway, and she slowly and mechanically turned back to the altar, looking at the life emblem of Mother Earth, as if she had turned into a doll in an instant.
……
In the evening of December 31, No. 2 Daffodil Street, Tingen City.
Benson entered the house and took off his hat and coat and laughed:
I have booked a steam train ticket to Bakerland on January 3rd, second class seat.
Melissa, who was sitting in the restaurant with several newspapers in front of her, said with a little concern:
Benson, Beckland's air is so bad. Tens of thousands of people died of poisoning and disease caused by heavy smog a few days ago...
This is a regrettable and sad thing.Benson walked towards the restaurant and sighed, but the Upper and Lower Houses had passed the report of the Air Pollution Inquiry Committee, and there will be corresponding legislation to regulate the discharge of smoke and wastewater. We will be greeted by the new Beckland, you don't need to worry too much.
Speaking of this, he smiled sarcastically:
When I came back from Iron Cross just now, I found that many factory owners or their employees from Beckland were recruiting people there. They said that due to smog and plague, the factories there were shortages of staff, so they were willing to promise that the working hours and minimum reward would be much better than the current standards, haha.
Do you think it is impossible to achieve?Melissa asked keenly.
When more and more people flock to Beckland, it is destined to be impossible unless the upper and lower houses can pass corresponding bills and make provisions directly.Benson spread his hands and pointed at the dining table and said, "Okay, it's time for us to welcome the New Year."
There were three pairs of knives and forks, three empty porcelain plates, and three cups on the dining table.
Among three cups, one is beer and two are ginger beer.
……
December 31, evening.
Audrey, dressed up in the lounge, waiting for the start of the New Year party, but from her expression, she could not see the excitement, excitement and joy of the coming-of-age ceremony.
There was a newspaper in front of her, which read:
...According to preliminary statistics, a total of more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent plague took away nearly 40,000 people, including many young children and strong young men and women...
Huh, Audrey couldn't help but close her eyes.
At this moment, her father, Earl Hall and her mother, Mrs. Caitlyn, knocked in and praised in unison:
Your beauty is better than everyone tonight, baby, it's time to go out, the queen is waiting for you.
Audrey breathed slowly, and she burst into an elegant and bright smile. With the company of her father and mother, she walked out of the lounge and entered the party hall.
She walked up to the front platform and handed the queen with her elbow-length gauze gloves in her stunning eyes.
The queen led her to the edge of the platform, facing all the guests.
After a moment of pause, the queen smiled and said:
Although this is a dark period in Beckland's history, we still have a gem that can illuminate the entire city, and her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her etiquette are all impeccable.
Today, I will formally introduce her to you.
Miss Audrey Hall.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, fireworks took off, exploding dreamy light after dream.
On the last night of 1349, Audrey officially became an adult in a social sense.
……
January 3, 1350 on the afternoon.
In the outskirts of the East District, there is a newly opened cemetery.
Klein used divination to find the graves of old Kohler and Liv.
This is not a grave in the true sense, but a cabinet for urns, one after another, one row after another, one overlapping and one layer.
Klein stood there and saw that there was not only no photo and epitaph on the old Kohler's cabinet, but also his name was missing.
Similar situations are not uncommon. There are too many ownerless ashes of relatives and friends who cannot find them. No one knows or is interested in them. Only the numbers on the cabinet can distinguish them.
Klein closed his eyes, pulled out a sticky note, shook it into iron sheets, and carved a word on the cabinet door:
Kohler.
Then, he added the epitaph:
He was a good worker, he had a wife and a couple of children, and he lived hard.
Withdrawing his wrist and swayed for a moment, Klein, with a thin-haired, brown-eyed face, let the paper burn in his hands, as if paying homage to all the souls here.
For Daisy, who lost her mother and sister, he did not come forward to help, but wrote anonymously to reporter Mike Joseph, describing the girl's plight in detail so as not to implicate the other party due to her own affairs.
Mike reporters met Daisy, knew about her affairs, and enthusiastically promoted the establishment of corresponding charitable funds. Therefore, Klein believed that he would help Daisy get more assistance so that she could complete her basic studies and find a stable job that could support herself.
Two steps back, Klein looked around and left the place with only names and photos, and even the victims who did not even have these.
He raised his head, slowly breathed white breath, turned his body and left the cemetery.
On the steam train heading to Beckland, Melissa looked at the textbook attentively, while Benson quickly chatted with the passengers around him.
Too expensive, too expensive, a full 10 sue, half a pound!A young man under thirty sighed from the bottom of his heart, if he hadn't been able to buy third-class seats and boat tickets recently, I wouldn't have spent this money at all, which would have been my salary for most of the week!
Indeed, too many people head to Beckland after the New Year.Benson echoed.
The middle-aged man put away his heartache expression and said with anticipation:
Because they promised to work 21 a week, and promised to work at most no more than 12 hours a day, we signed the contract!
When I rented a house and got my first salary, I asked my wife to go to Beckland. She should be able to find a good job, like 12 or 13 a week. Beckland is said to be very short of people!By then, Ah, we will have a salary of more than 1 and a half per week and can eat meat regularly!
Your wish will certainly be fulfilled, and the king has signed an order allowing the bill to impose a minimum compensation and working hours.Benson sincerely blessed him and then smiled. It was a 'land of hope'.
Wow!
The steam train arrived at Beckland with countless hopeful people. It was still bright and the fog in the air was much thinner. The gas lights hanging on the platform no longer lit up early.
Benson walked out of the station with great experience in protecting his sister and wallet, carrying his suitcase, along the crowd.
Suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping by.
Following the trace, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair and dark brown eyes.
The gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses pressed his hat and looked over them and turned into the distance.
Benson and Melissa also retracted their gaze and looked at the smoke-sprayed pillars in the street garden, looking forward to seeing Beckland's underground traffic.
Klein carried the suitcase, with a expressionless face and a straight body passed by them. He walked into the departure station with a large crowd that poured into the land of hope and the people with good expectations in their anxiety.
This is the worst time, this is the best time.
Emly White stood in the kitchen in a priest's robe, sometimes throwing different herbs into the large iron pot, supplemented with some stirring.
After all the materials prepared in advance were put, he waited patiently for ten minutes before using an iron spoon to scoop up the ink-black liquid inside and put it into the glass bottle and glass cup next to it.
48, 49, 50... Emlin glanced at the empty iron pot and pointed the prepared potion.
After confirming the quantity, he picked up a large tray and delivered a bottle of dark green liquid to the hall.
In the hall, most of the prayer seats were removed, and the ground was covered with tattered quilts, and the plague infected people were lying in or sleeping or groaning in pain.
Emlin and Father Utlavsky worked together to carry some of the potions and distribute them from two directions.
The first one was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion. He hurriedly held up, took the medicine, and drank it.
Handing back the bottle, he said to Emlin gratefully:
Father White, thank you so much. I feel much better and have some strength again!
Emly raised her chin and replied disdainfully:
This is just a very small thing and is not worth thanking. You are so unsightly.
After saying that, he speeded up the issuance of the potion.
After about ten minutes, he returned to the altar of Mother Earth and complained to Father Utlavsky:
You should find two more volunteers!
Father Utlavsky did not respond, looked at the patients and smiled gently:
In another two or three days, they should be able to heal.
How did you know?Emlin turned his head in surprise.
Father Utlavsky lowered his head with a kind face and looked at him and said:
Herbs are originally one of the realms of the Mother Goddess. As His believers, although they are not in the "earth" path, they still need to understand basic common sense.
Emlin tweeted:
I am not interested in religion and do not know much.
Although I have often copied the holy scriptures of Mother Earth in recent months... He added a little resentful in his heart, so he casually said:
Father, I didn't expect you to accept dissident believers, only two or three of them are believers of the Mother Goddess.
Father Utlavsky smiled indifferently:
They are also life, innocent lives.
Emlin stayed for a few seconds, breathed, and said:
Father, I have found a solution to psychological hints and may leave here soon.
Wait, why should I mention this?I was actually moved by him. What if he locked me in the basement again?Emlin suddenly became nervous.
Father Utlavsky's expression did not change at all, and he looked down at Emlin and said:
In fact, you don’t need to find a way. For a while, the psychological hints will be relieved naturally, and you can freely choose whether to come to church.
Wait for a while and I will become a mother god, no, the earth god is a devout believer!Emlin blurted out.
Father Utlavsky moved his eyebrows and said in surprise:
I did not force you to change your faith.
The psychological hint I leave is just to let you return to the church every day, and I hope you can fully experience the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest.
That the only function of psychological suggestion is to get me back to church?Emlin's expression suddenly became dull.
Father Utlavsky nodded calmly:
Yes.
... Emlyn opened her mouth halfway, and she slowly and mechanically turned back to the altar, looking at the life emblem of Mother Earth, as if she had turned into a doll in an instant.
……
In the evening of December 31, No. 2 Daffodil Street, Tingen City.
Benson entered the house and took off his hat and coat and laughed:
I have booked a steam train ticket to Bakerland on January 3rd, second class seat.
Melissa, who was sitting in the restaurant with several newspapers in front of her, said with a little concern:
Benson, Beckland's air is so bad. Tens of thousands of people died of poisoning and disease caused by heavy smog a few days ago...
This is a regrettable and sad thing.Benson walked towards the restaurant and sighed, but the Upper and Lower Houses had passed the report of the Air Pollution Inquiry Committee, and there will be corresponding legislation to regulate the discharge of smoke and wastewater. We will be greeted by the new Beckland, you don't need to worry too much.
Speaking of this, he smiled sarcastically:
When I came back from Iron Cross just now, I found that many factory owners or their employees from Beckland were recruiting people there. They said that due to smog and plague, the factories there were shortages of staff, so they were willing to promise that the working hours and minimum reward would be much better than the current standards, haha.
Do you think it is impossible to achieve?Melissa asked keenly.
When more and more people flock to Beckland, it is destined to be impossible unless the upper and lower houses can pass corresponding bills and make provisions directly.Benson spread his hands and pointed at the dining table and said, "Okay, it's time for us to welcome the New Year."
There were three pairs of knives and forks, three empty porcelain plates, and three cups on the dining table.
Among three cups, one is beer and two are ginger beer.
……
December 31, evening.
Audrey, dressed up in the lounge, waiting for the start of the New Year party, but from her expression, she could not see the excitement, excitement and joy of the coming-of-age ceremony.
There was a newspaper in front of her, which read:
...According to preliminary statistics, a total of more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent plague took away nearly 40,000 people, including many young children and strong young men and women...
Huh, Audrey couldn't help but close her eyes.
At this moment, her father, Earl Hall and her mother, Mrs. Caitlyn, knocked in and praised in unison:
Your beauty is better than everyone tonight, baby, it's time to go out, the queen is waiting for you.
Audrey breathed slowly, and she burst into an elegant and bright smile. With the company of her father and mother, she walked out of the lounge and entered the party hall.
She walked up to the front platform and handed the queen with her elbow-length gauze gloves in her stunning eyes.
The queen led her to the edge of the platform, facing all the guests.
After a moment of pause, the queen smiled and said:
Although this is a dark period in Beckland's history, we still have a gem that can illuminate the entire city, and her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her etiquette are all impeccable.
Today, I will formally introduce her to you.
Miss Audrey Hall.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, fireworks took off, exploding dreamy light after dream.
On the last night of 1349, Audrey officially became an adult in a social sense.
……
January 3, 1350 on the afternoon.
In the outskirts of the East District, there is a newly opened cemetery.
Klein used divination to find the graves of old Kohler and Liv.
This is not a grave in the true sense, but a cabinet for urns, one after another, one row after another, one overlapping and one layer.
Klein stood there and saw that there was not only no photo and epitaph on the old Kohler's cabinet, but also his name was missing.
Similar situations are not uncommon. There are too many ownerless ashes of relatives and friends who cannot find them. No one knows or is interested in them. Only the numbers on the cabinet can distinguish them.
Klein closed his eyes, pulled out a sticky note, shook it into iron sheets, and carved a word on the cabinet door:
Kohler.
Then, he added the epitaph:
He was a good worker, he had a wife and a couple of children, and he lived hard.
Withdrawing his wrist and swayed for a moment, Klein, with a thin-haired, brown-eyed face, let the paper burn in his hands, as if paying homage to all the souls here.
For Daisy, who lost her mother and sister, he did not come forward to help, but wrote anonymously to reporter Mike Joseph, describing the girl's plight in detail so as not to implicate the other party due to her own affairs.
Mike reporters met Daisy, knew about her affairs, and enthusiastically promoted the establishment of corresponding charitable funds. Therefore, Klein believed that he would help Daisy get more assistance so that she could complete her basic studies and find a stable job that could support herself.
Two steps back, Klein looked around and left the place with only names and photos, and even the victims who did not even have these.
He raised his head, slowly breathed white breath, turned his body and left the cemetery.
On the steam train heading to Beckland, Melissa looked at the textbook attentively, while Benson quickly chatted with the passengers around him.
Too expensive, too expensive, a full 10 sue, half a pound!A young man under thirty sighed from the bottom of his heart, if he hadn't been able to buy third-class seats and boat tickets recently, I wouldn't have spent this money at all, which would have been my salary for most of the week!
Indeed, too many people head to Beckland after the New Year.Benson echoed.
The middle-aged man put away his heartache expression and said with anticipation:
Because they promised to work 21 a week, and promised to work at most no more than 12 hours a day, we signed the contract!
When I rented a house and got my first salary, I asked my wife to go to Beckland. She should be able to find a good job, like 12 or 13 a week. Beckland is said to be very short of people!By then, Ah, we will have a salary of more than 1 and a half per week and can eat meat regularly!
Your wish will certainly be fulfilled, and the king has signed an order allowing the bill to impose a minimum compensation and working hours.Benson sincerely blessed him and then smiled. It was a 'land of hope'.
Wow!
The steam train arrived at Beckland with countless hopeful people. It was still bright and the fog in the air was much thinner. The gas lights hanging on the platform no longer lit up early.
Benson walked out of the station with great experience in protecting his sister and wallet, carrying his suitcase, along the crowd.
Suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping by.
Following the trace, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair and dark brown eyes.
The gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses pressed his hat and looked over them and turned into the distance.
Benson and Melissa also retracted their gaze and looked at the smoke-sprayed pillars in the street garden, looking forward to seeing Beckland's underground traffic.
Klein carried the suitcase, with a expressionless face and a straight body passed by them. He walked into the departure station with a large crowd that poured into the land of hope and the people with good expectations in their anxiety.
This is the worst time, this is the best time.
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