What's going on lately? The people around him began to talk about the information that was playing on the radio.

"Why do you keep getting notices like this?"

"Have you heard? Now there's a kind of monster called the Weeper, much like what was said on the radio. ”

I've heard of that." The middle-aged man standing on the side replied sharply, he put down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then said in a slow tone, "It is said that as long as you get close to it, he will rush towards you, and then spit out black maggot-like bugs from his mouth to you, the worms quickly burrow into the flesh without any consciousness, but in the next few months, fingernails will grow on your skin, which means that those bed bugs will devour your whole body, it will suck up your blood, devour your flesh and bones, and slowly torture you day by day, making you feel painful, In the end, I will only leave you with a cortex......"

"Such a serious condition, it can't be caused by magic!" This paragraph made the noisy carriage instantly quiet, and no one dared to open their mouths for a long time.

Finally, the long-lost silence was broken by a masked man in a black trench coat, "Don't believe those nonsense that has no scientific basis!" With that, he stood up, with two flint muskets hanging from the strap on his chest, a long sword in the shape of a cross at his waist, and his high-state boots striking the ground as if declaring war on the earth, and wearing a human face mask made of ivory. By the way, it seems to be a gas mask.

The masked man strode towards the unusually noisy crowd just now, and the crowd spread out towards the wings, making way for the masked man, and someone whispered, "That's the protector of the country." ”

The masked man ignored the gossip, he calmly took off his ivory mask, his long black hair hung down on his shoulders, his national face was hooked by an eagle nose, his eagle-like sharp eyes seemed to be able to tear through the false veil in an instant, and the scars under the corners of his mouth brought out the majesty of a generation of soldiers, but judging from his hair, he was probably only in his twenties, and he was really a young 'protector'.

After a moment, he spread his hands and began his speech, "The Great Queen will bring away the terrible plague, don't worry about the gossip, we Overseers will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man with the eyes interrupted his speech, to be honest, I really admire his courage when I think about it now. The man with the eyes was facing the national guard, scolding; "What a bullshit queen! The only scum of Anne's descendants! I know how to fiddle with my own clothes every day, and in my opinion, I'm just a bullshit girl with no interest! Am I right! The man in glasses yelled.

After saying that, the people around immediately catered to him, "Bullshit Queen!" The Queen of Shit! The Queen of Shit! ”

"It seems that the support rate of the Four-Eyed King is far greater than that of the Protector." Mira said with some sarcasm, then turned to me, and she continued; "Hey, if it's you, which side are you on?"

I didn't answer, just watched their conversation in silence, knowing full well that the show had just begun.

The Protector did not answer, but lowered his head, it is true that the outside world has a bad evaluation of the queen, because she is an incompetent king, Whartont under the leadership of the previous queen, it is indeed a rich era, but it is also a foggy industrial age.

Seeing that the Protector did not speak, the eyed man continued his speech: "Listen to me, everyone! The surroundings were quiet again: "The top guards of a country have come out, and in my opinion, the queen will also be by his side, do you think we should pull out that bullshit queen and criticize it!" With that, he held up a hand, knowing that people would still use him.

The people around thought in a low voice for a while, and then roared in unison: "Pull it out!" "Pull it out!" "Pull it out!"

In the face of provocation, the Protector closed his eyes, frowning and frowned, it is not difficult to see that he is patient, the man with glasses is supported, and his arrogance is stronger, he looks at the Protector, showing an extremely mocking expression, and even points his finger at his chest, even so, the Protector is still patient.

"Let me see where the Queen is!" After saying that, the man with glasses ended his taunt, and his lewd eyes began to look around. After a moment, his gaze stopped in a corner.

This was where the Protector stood up, and there was a girl in white with a hat and a veil beside her, judging from her height, she was about the same age as Mira, but the veil covered her face, and the man with glasses recognized her and strode up to her, "Beautiful young lady, can you show me her face?" The girl turned her head to the side and ignored him.

"Hey, Luna, she's a little like you." Mira whispered.

"Shut up! Give me a good look! I whispered.

Seeing that the girl didn't speak, the man with glasses may feel a little shameless, so he grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her up: "Haha, sure enough, it's you, the canary imprisoned in the golden birdcage!" ”

The girl's hat fell to the ground, the flowing silver hair set off the fairness of her complexion, and the silver pupils seemed to hide many unknown mysteries, the girl had half-closed eyes and bit her lip, she was in pain.

The man in glasses was even more proud, his stinky face was full of joy of success, and just as he was about to turn around and drag the girl into the crowd, a kick flew up from his back, and the man with glasses flew out, and with a loud "bang", he slammed into the door.

It turned out to be the protector, and he helped up the girl who was sitting on the ground; "Queen, you're frightened," the girl smiled sideways.

"Then I'll go fix things and come over right away." The Protector then pulled out the old-fashioned pistol on his chest, stood up and walked over to the bespectacled man who fell to the ground, and pointed the gun at him.

The man with glasses was half-lying on the ground, speechless, but he still begged for mercy when he saw this situation, "No...... Beg...... You're ...... Not ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the Protector pulled the trigger down, and the bullet quickly pierced his forehead, sending the man in glasses to the ground.

The people around him fell silent, and the Protector put away his gun and returned to his seat without speaking, knowing that this intimidation could completely deter those who rebelled.

Sure enough, the people scattered and returned to their places, quietly doing their own thing, and no one paid attention to or cared for the body of the man with glasses. Death in Whartont is so cold, no one cares, no one pities it, even if you are a national hero, as long as you have a down-and-out day, you will see that pair of cold eyes.

I stroked my black hair in my hand and thought about what I shouldn't be thinking about at my age.

"Passengers and friends, the train is about to arrive at Morlanke Station, please don't crowd, get off the train in an orderly manner, thank you for your cooperation with this ride service!"

The hair has grown a lot, and I take a closer look at the hair behind me, and it is almost waist-high.

"Ugh......" I sighed, and I took the hairpin out of my pocket and tied my hair up.

Mira, who was on the side, looked at me and said in surprise; "It's rare to see you in a ponytail." Seeing that I didn't refute, she said with a smile, "What's wrong?" Want to give your new school classmates a new look? ”

I still didn't pay attention to her, but my brow furrowed, and Mira understood what I meant and stopped.

Is it a curse or a mistake to have a friend next to you who knows you too well......

The crowd began to slowly move towards the door, and I jerked my head up. Suddenly, a pair of unusually familiar black eyes crossed in front of me, and just as I was about to get up, he disappeared......

With a "bang", the high-pressure gas next to the door was released, the steel gate fell outward, and the car arrived at the station.

I stood there in a daze, wondering who it was, but ignoring that there were fewer and fewer people in the carriage, and Mira allowed me to stop for a while, but when she saw that I was slow to react, she grabbed me by the arm and hurried out towards the door that was about to close.

"Do you have polio? Why are you always in a daze? Mira scolded as she walked, I was in a state of displacement, and Mira was acting like a puppet.

Seeing that something was wrong, Mira stopped and said, "What's wrong, Luna?" Then he flicked my face with his hand, and that's when I was relieved.

I quickly looked back and forth around me, as if I had just traveled back in time, the crowd on the station slowly thinned out, and after getting familiar with the surroundings, I looked up and said to Mira, 'Let's go', and Mira took my hand and walked towards the exit of the platform.

Soon we came to the outside of the station, where the endless stream of horse-drawn carriages galloped down the road, and in the morning of Whartonte, there were only two views everywhere, the ostentatious of the nobles and the desperation of the poor. In just a few minutes, you can get a glimpse of the dark places of this society.

I visited here just two years ago, in the autumn of 2537, and on that day I received two gifts, shoes that my mother bought for my thirteenth birthday, and a 'fate' that I had been desperate to know.

In addition to the accident at Sovao's estate, we also have a house in the city of Whartonte, which is a very large house assigned by my father's work, and every time I come here, my mother and I go shopping.

As I said before, my mother was not obsessed with fashion, and she was tired of fans and wigs, and preferred the most modest when choosing dresses, but there was one thing she was very picky about.

Shoes, she loved shoes, she would often take me to the Augustus shoe store in Wharton Central to buy shoes made of black fiber, and at that time, we had to go once a week, and they were very punctual like clocks, and she said that it was her only luxury, and of course, it was mine, because she would buy me a pair every time.

Augustus is located on one of the more modest streets of Wharton Central, but far from our Midtown mansion.

But everything is relative: as we were helped out of the scented inside of the steam wagon and into the noisy and crowded streets, I found myself holding my breath, slowly closing my eyes and tugging at the hem of my mother's skirt. The sound of horses' hooves and wheels came to my ears from the non-stop rolling sound. This is the Wharton Voice.

On the heights of the houses across the street, the women folded their arms and watched the people go by. The streets are lined with stalls selling fruits and weapons, where you can buy guns and swords at will. The men who shouted loudly pushed the trolleys full of goods, and the women in the aprons immediately greeted us: "Madame! Miss! ”

My gaze was drawn to the shadows at the edge of the street, and in that darkness I saw blank faces looking at us with condemnation, and I felt that I saw hunger and despair in their eyes.

"Come along, Luna." Mother said. Like a mother, I lifted up the hem of my skirt and stepped over the mud and excrement on the ground with graceful movements, waiting for us alone at the door.

It was a well-dressed, handsome young man, who looked like a playboy but looked athletic, with thick dark brown hair and a large beard. He was about eight or nine years older than me, and I was a little scared, so I immediately hid behind my mother.

"Jaceline! Hello! ”

"Augustus! Good morning! The two exchanged a formal kiss. He had a good relationship with his mother, I thought to myself.

My mother pulled me out behind the hem of my skirt and said, "This is my daughter Luna!" ”

I lowered my head as best I could to avoid the other person's gaze, my face flushing.

"I'm sorry, this kid is a little scared." My mother quickly explained, and then said to me behind me, "Don't be so rude, Luna! ”

The man smiled and bowed, "Augustus Hand Alsop," he said, "and it is an honor to meet you, beautiful girl." ”

I looked up and looked at the deep blue eyes, as if I remembered something, "Augustus Hander Alsop, you are ......"