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On the morning of December 31, the bridge south area, the harvest church.

Emlin White wore a priest's robes and stood in the kitchen, sometimes throwing different herbs into the big iron pot, supplemented with some stirring.

After all the materials prepared in advance were finished, he waited patiently for ten minutes before picking up the dark black liquid inside the iron spoon and putting it into the glass bottle and glass next to it.

48,49,50...Emlin took aim at the empty iron pot and counted the prepared potions.

After confirming the quantity, he picked up the large tray and sent a bottle of dark green liquid to the hall.

Inside the hall, the seat of prayer was removed, and the ground was covered with a ruined bed, lying inside or sleeping or suffocating.

Emlin and the Uttrasky priests collaborated, each carrying a part of the potion, distributed from both directions.

In the first place was a middle-aged man with a sallow face. He was busy half-supported, took the potion and drank it.

Returning the bottle, he gratefully said to Emlin Road:

"Father White, I am so thankful to you, I feel much better, and I have a little strength!"

Emlin raised his chin and replied dismissively:

"This is just a very small thing, it is not worth thanking, you are too ignorant."

After that, he speeded up the dispensing of medicines.

After ten minutes, he returned to the altar of the Mother Earth and complained to Father Uttraski:

"You should find two more volunteers!"

Father Uttraski did not respond, looking at the patients, gently laughing:

"There should be two or three days, they should be able to heal."

"How do you know?" Emlin was surprised.

Father Uttraski bowed his head in kindness and looked at him:

“The herbal medicine is one of the fields of the mother god. As a believer, although he is not in the “earth” path, he still needs to understand basic common sense.”

Emlin snorted:

“I am not interested in religion and I don’t know much about it.”

Although I have often copied the Holy Scriptures of the Mother Earth in recent months... He added a little resentment in his heart, so he said casually:

"Father, I didn't expect you to receive the believers. Only two or three of them are believers of the mother god."

Father Uttraski smiled carelessly:

"They are also life, innocent lives."

Emlin stayed for a few seconds, vomited and said:

"Father, I have found a way to solve psychological cues, and maybe I will leave here soon."

Wait, why should I mention this? I was touched by him. What if he shut me down to the basement? Emlin suddenly became nervous.

There was no change in the expression of Father Uttraski, looking down at Emlin Road:

"In fact, you don't need to find a way. For a while, psychological hints can be lifted naturally. You are free to choose whether to come to church."

"After waiting for a while, I will become the mother god, no, the goddess of the earth **** gods!" Emlin blurted out.

Father Uttraski moved his eyebrows and said a little strangely:

"I didn't force you to change your faith.

"The psychological suggestion I have left is just to let you go back to the church every day. I hope that you can fully appreciate the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest."

"The only effect of the psychological suggestion is to get me back to the church?" Emlin's expression was sluggish.

Father Utlavsky nodded calmly:

"Yes."

"..." Emlin's mouth was half a half, slow and mechanically looking back at the altar, looking to the "destination of the earth god", as if it had become a doll.

............

On the evening of December 31, Tingen City, No. 2, Narcissus Street.

When Benson entered the house, he took off his hat and took off his coat. He laughed and said:

"I have booked a steam train ticket to Beckland on January 3, second class."

Sitting in the restaurant, Melissa, who was holding a few newspapers in front of her, said with a slight anxiety:

"Banson, Beckland's air is too bad. Just a few days ago, because of the poisoning and disease caused by the smog, tens of thousands of people died..."

"This is really a regrettable and sad thing." Benson went to the restaurant and sighed, "but the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, and there will be corresponding legislation to regulate the emission of smoke and waste water. We will be greeted by the new Beckland, you don't have to worry too much."

Having said that, he smiled ridiculously:

“When I came back from Iron Cross Street, I found that many factory owners or their employees from Beckland were recruiting people there, saying that because of the smog and plague, the factories there were understaffed, so They are willing to commit to working hours and minimum rewards, which will be much stronger than the current standard of standards, hehe."

"Do you think it is impossible?" Melissa asked sharply.

"When more and more people flock to Beckland, it is doomed to be impossible, unless the upper and lower houses can pass the corresponding bills and directly make provisions." Banson spread his hand and pointed at the table. "Good. Now, we should welcome the New Year."

Three cutlery, three empty porcelain plates, and three cups were placed on the table.

In three cups, one is beer and the other two are **** beer.

............

December 31, evening.

The costumed Audrey stood in the lounge, waiting for the beginning of the New Year's party, but from her expression, she could not see the excitement, excitement and joy of coming to the ceremony.

There is a newspaper in front of her, which reads:

"... According to preliminary statistics, more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent spread of the plague has taken nearly 40,000 people. There are many young children, strong young men and women..."

Huh, Audrey couldn't help but close her eyes.

Just then, her father, Earl Hall, and her mother, Mrs. Caitlin, knocked in and praised:

"Your beauty is better than everyone tonight, baby, it's time to go out, the queen is waiting for you."

Audrey sighed slowly and burst into an elegant and bright smile. With her father and mother, she walked out of the lounge and into the party hall.

She walked all the way to the forefront of the high platform, and in a stunning gaze, handed the hand with the elbow and white gauze gloves to the queen.

The queen took her to the edge of the high platform and faced all the guests.

After a pause, the Queen smiled:

"Although this is the dark time in the history of Beckland, we still have a gem that illuminates the whole city. Her wisdom, her beauty, her character, her etiquette are impeccable.

"Today, I will officially introduce her to you.

"Miss Audrey Hall."

boom! boom! boom!

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the fireworks lifted off and blew up another piece of dreamy light.

On the evening of the last day of 1349, Audrey officially became an adult in social terms.

............

The afternoon of January 3, 1350.

On the outskirts of the Eastern District, in a newly opened cemetery,

Klein used divination to find the graves of the old Kohler and Lif mothers.

This is not a real grave, but a cabinet for storing caskets, one after the other, one row in a row, one overlapping and one heavy.

Klein stood there and saw that not only the old Kohler's cabinet had no legacy or epitaph, but even his name was missing.

It's not uncommon for similar situations. There are too many unowned ashes who can't find relatives and friends. What are their names in front of them, what they look like, what kind of experiences they have, no one knows, no one feels. Interest, only the number on the cabinet can distinguish them.

Klein closed his eyes, took out a note pad, shook it into pieces of iron, and wrote a word on the door:

"Cole."

Then he added the epitaph:

"He is a good worker. He once had a wife and a pair of children. He worked hard."

Retracting the wrist, stunned, the black-haired brown-faced face of the thin Klein let the paper burn in his hand, as if to pay homage to all the souls here.

For Daisy who lost his mother and his sister, he did not directly help, but wrote an anonymous letter to Mike Joseph, describing in detail the predicament of the girl, so as not to be involved in her own affairs.

Mike reporters have seen Daisy, know her things, and enthusiastically promote the establishment of the corresponding charity fund, so Klein believes that he will help Daisy to get more help, so that she can complete the basic study and find enough Feed your own stable work.

After two steps back, Klein looked around and left only the name and photo, and even the victims who did not have the money.

He raised his head, slowly spit out his breath, turned his body and left the cemetery.

On the steam train to Beckland, Melissa concentrated on the textbook, and Benson quickly chatted with the surrounding passengers.

"It's too expensive, too expensive, a full 10 Sule, half a pound!" A young man of less than thirty sighed from the heart, "If you haven't bought a third seat and a ticket recently, I simply I won't spend this money, which is equal to my salary for most of the week!"

"Really, there are too many people going to Beckland after the New Year." Benson echoed.

The man in the prime of the year put away his distressed expression and said with full expectation:

"Because they promised 21 Soler a week, promised to work up to 12 hours a day, we signed the contract!

"When I rent a house and get my first salary, I will let my wife also go to Beckland. She should also find a good job. There are 12 or 13 solers a week. Beckland is said to be very lacking. By the time, ah, we add up to 1 pound and a half of salary a week, you can eat meat often!"

"Your wish can be fulfilled. The king has signed an order to allow the bill to provide minimum wages and working hours." Banson blessed a sincere heart and immediately smiled. "There is a place of hope."

Hey!

The steam train arrived at Beckland with countless hopeful people. At this time, the sky was still bright, and the fog in the air was thin. The gas lamps hanging above the platform no longer lit up early.

Benson was very experienced in protecting his sister and wallet, carrying a suitcase, and walking out of the station along the crowd.

Suddenly, they also felt a sight to sweep.

Looking around, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with dark hair and dark brown eyes.

The gentleman wearing the gold-rimmed glasses pressed the top hat and looked over the distance and cast it into the distance.

Benson and Melissa also looked back and looked at the pillars of smoke in the heart of the garden, looking forward to seeing the underground traffic of Beckland.

Klein, carrying a suitcase, walked straight past them with a blank expression, facing a large crowd of people who had poured into the "land of hope", and entered the starting station against the people who had good hopes in the middle.

This is the worst era, this is the best time.

(End of the second part)