Natasha's first reaction when she stepped off the train was to cover her nose with her sleeve. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

200 years ago, in the era known as the "Golden Age", due to the pollution caused by a high degree of industrial civilization, it attracted dense fog and fog beasts, and civilization and technology were destroyed in an instant, and people did not dare to touch these two things for a long time. However, time has passed, and the appearance of the Sun Knights has given hope to people again, and they have regained those dangerous technologies and established the only industrial city in the wasteland, which is Sekras.

I don't like this. Natasha looked at the towering chimney and the black smoke it spewed, and her head felt dizzy. Roger, who was next to her, seemed to see her discomfort, handed her a lemon-scented handkerchief, and said, "This may make you feel better." Natasha gratefully took the handkerchief and immediately covered her nose with it.

"It tastes like a thick fog. Natasha said through a handkerchief, faintly feeling some itching on her arm.

"That's right, little sister, these people are like gambling with their lives. They wanted to use the Sun Knight as a shield and earn as many bottle caps as they could. But if the fog did hit, the knights would simply abandon them and retreat to Sun City—not because they were greedy for life and death, but because they couldn't resist it at all. ”

As they walked out of the noisy station, Roger raised his hand and beckoned a carriage to say goodbye to Natasha and K: "I have already told you the address, take my business card, and the foreman will naturally receive you." I'll go to Sunshine City now, and when you're done, go find me in my office. With that, he slipped into the carriage and disappeared from Natasha's sight with a hiss.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Natasha after a moment, confused.

"Needless to say, Nana. Of course, to see our client. K said as he stopped a small brown carriage.

The girl was slightly disappointed, for she knew that the dye factory must smell worse than it did now. K patted her and urged her to get into the carriage, and the girl rolled her eyes at him and clumsily climbed into the carriage. The interior space was very small, barely enough for the two of them, but fortunately, the seats were still soft, and the enclosed space also blocked some unpleasant smells. K handed the driver a small white card through the small window, and after the man confirmed, he moved the reins and let the horse run slowly.

"You can take this opportunity to take a good look at the city. ”

Natasha nodded, following K's advice, and pressed her face against the carriage window. It was the first large town she had seen, and Louwen, who had passed by a few days earlier, looked much smaller in front of it, and that was enough to make Natasha stunned. Compared to Luvin, Ceclies is more like a legacy of the "Golden Age". Unlike the peaceful towns of Louvin, Cecles is full of the atmosphere of an industrial society. Teenagers and boys wore suspender suspenders, teased piles of newspapers to sell, or pushed carts full of cinder sand from factory to factory. Adults wore bright white shirts and tuxedos, with various bows tied at the neckline, some holding canes, and some wearing black hats. These people tend to walk alone on the main road, perhaps with a lady in a bright long dress with them. They smile and greet people who are wearing the same clothes, and kiss their slender hands when they meet women. But if you meet those sloppy boys and teenagers, they will only look at them with disdain, and even beat their buttocks with canes to expel them.

Hypocritical hypocrites. Natasha thought of a scene from Evans' Dragon Slayer Diary, where the warrior Evans arrives in a city of masks, and the people in it are all wearing extremely beautiful masks and are friendly and friendly. However, when Evans inadvertently took off someone's mask, he realized that it was actually an ugly man-eating monster underneath.

Thinking of the mask, she couldn't help but glance at the fog chaser beside her. Fortunately, I've seen his face, at least he's not a monster disguised himself. Unless there are any special circumstances, K-the Mist wears the Silver Crow mask almost all the time, and Natasha asks him why, to which he replies: Hide your emotions and don't let monsters and strangers see your face.

He's a liar, he just doesn't want others to see his scars. Natasha thought that there was a horrific scar on K's left eye. K sensed Natasha's gaze and seemed to guess what she was thinking, and grimaced through the mask, the incongruity that made Natasha giggle.

Well, at least this crow will still be joking.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the door of the small dye factory. Through the door, Natasha could smell the strong smell of dye, like something was blocking her trachea, making her breathless, even if she covered her handcloth, it was useless.

"I don't want to...... I can't get in, I'm going to die. She tugged at the sleeve of the fog chaser and said solemnly.

"Well," K said reasonably, "then you can wait for me under that tree." He pointed to a banyan tree with a blackened torso. Natasha nodded happily, and immediately staggered to the tree and sat down, watching K walk into the dye factory under a menacing-looking guard.

Good luck. She lay on the bare mud floor, and suddenly began to miss the lawn on which she had laid. There is green grass and birds, but there are only dark hypocrites here. She thought to herself in frustration when she suddenly saw a gray cat walking slowly past her. Almost out of habit, Natasha pounced on the cat, only to get a mouthful of mud.

The cat looked at her from afar and licked its paws.

"Hey, you come back for me!" she shouted angrily, leaving K's advice behind her and chasing after her. The gray cat turned around and ran, crossing the noisy road and plunging headlong into the narrow alley. Not to be outdone, Natasha chased after the cat's shadow.

In the evening, the alleys were filled with shadows, and the gray cat spotted those places jumping up and down. Natasha followed closely, which reminded her of the time when the proprietress had snuck to the ground and played with the cats and dogs in the ruins.

It's a pity that that's all in the past. Natasha was careless and tripped on a step. Her jaw slammed against the hard stone steps, and tears fell from her eyes. She struggled to look up, and saw that the cat's head had jumped over a wooden fence without looking back, disappearing from her vision.

"Even the cat is going to bully me......" she wept and grimaced, determined to catch the gray cat and teach her a lesson. So she gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. She walked over to the fence that was two of her own heights, and climbed it expertly. It was much easier than the ruins, the girl thought, and she jumped from the top of the fence with a slight leap, and saw a simple hut made of cloth and wood.

The gray cat sat in front of the hut, glanced at the gray-faced Natasha, barked softly, and continued to lick its paws with its head down.

"Is it Jimmy? are you back?" said an old, frail female voice in the room. Jimmy Natasha pondered the name, and felt as if she had heard it somewhere. Painful moaning and coughing followed, and Natasha rushed inside to find out.

There was a bed in the room, not so much a bed as a simple cushion, which was probably worse than Natasha's. On it lay a woman with a delicate face, but her blonde hair was mixed with many white threads, and her face was covered with wrinkles that did not belong to her age. She was moaning in pain with her eyes closed.

"You...... Are you alright?" asked Natasha cautiously.

"Medicine, please give me medicine......" She painfully pointed to a small transparent vial containing white particles in the corner, Natasha hurriedly took the bottle and poured the medicine into the palm of her hand, and took off the kettle she carried with her and fed her.

"Thank you......" After a few moments, the woman's painful expression finally eased, and she sat up and smiled weakly at the girl she didn't know.

"You're not Jimmy. She took another sip of water, "You're here?"

"Oh, I'm chasing a cat......" As soon as she spoke, the gray cat slipped in, jumped on top of the woman, and licked her cheek intimately.

"Ah, that's it. Natasha said.

"Yes, Serena is an empathetic child. The woman touched its head, and the gray cat made a pleasant meow. "She was there for me when Jimmy wasn't around. ”

"Jimmy?"

"He was my child, working as a worker in a nearby dye factory. The woman said of the child, with a hint of pride on her face, "He said that he earns a lot of bottle caps every day, and he bought the medicine for me." ”

"Unfortunately, I'm too weak to really want to go to the factory and see how hard he works. Speaking of which, I haven't been far away yet...... "The mother seemed to be talking to herself, and as if she was confiding in the girl.

Your child has been fired, the working conditions there are terrible, and you will get sick if you stay for a long time. Natasha remembered Jimmy's story, but she just silently lowered her head and kept the words to herself. She didn't want to shatter the illusion of a mother.

At the same time, she suddenly realizes that Jimmy is still alive and well.

Jimmy...... When will he be back?"

"He usually leaves early and returns late, but when he leaves and returns, he kisses me lightly on the cheek. The mother thought about it, and suddenly became sad, "I have heard him crying a lot lately. It was quiet, but I could hear ......."

"He seems to be sick, because I vaguely hear the words of treatment, medicine......"

"Are you Jimmy's friend? Can you help him?"

The mother asked Natasha for help, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Ah, yes...... I'll help him!" Natasha patted her chest and lied.

"Thank you, kind boy. Mother squeezed out a smile and thanked her heartily. "Can you stay here with me a little longer? Wait until Jimmy comes back...... It's been a long time since I've spoken to a stranger. She smiled as hard as she could, but Natasha could tell the sadness on her smiling face.

"Of course. "She couldn't refuse a kind mother.

"Let me tell you a story. She sat down beside her mother and straightened her messy hair, "Evans the Warrior's Dragon-Slaying Diary." ”