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Crane took a breath, the dust and smoke coming into his nostrils made him cough.

The round of bombardment had long since passed, and by this time, as far as his eye could see, there were already ruins, the buildings on the streets had collapsed one after another, and there were raging fires burning between the ruins and rubble, blood and death were shocking, but there were not many shouts, and it was eerily quiet.

The flames crackled and burned, and it was frighteningly quiet.

There were some broken corpses on the ground, but more often than not, some strips of burning cloth and a large black lake piled up.

After half a minute of silence on the tragic situation in front of him, Crane gritted his teeth and leaned over, trying his best not to let his eyes fall too much on the chilling black lake, and began to rummage through the ruins.

"Anyone! Ahem! ”

He asked aloud, worrying about Melissa and Benson as he walked through the rubble.

He wanted to rush over immediately to see if his brother and sister were okay, but what he saw made it impossible for him to leave with peace of mind.

"Anyone!"

"Anyone!"

His voice echoed alone in the streets that had been bustling a moment before.

But in fact, this act was superfluous, and he turned on his spiritual vision to scan the entire ruins, and countless black spiritual threads were floating in the air so weakly, and the roots were dotted with a few dying people who had almost no spiritual brilliance. As a "trickster", Crane has little to do about it, he has a life-saving skill that can transfer damage, but not enough to deflect damage to death.

"Save ...... Destiny ......"

Just as Crane was disheartened enough to leave, a faint cry came from a gap not far away, followed by the sound of a piece of masonry being pushed away and falling.

"Hold on! Someone! ”

Crane perked up, and he immediately ran in the direction of the sound.

But when he ran to the source of the voice, Crane frowned—he found that in his vision, there was only one equally dying spiritual brilliance beneath the ruins, so dark that it could be extinguished almost at any moment, and it was no longer alive.

He hesitated for a moment, but still quickened his pace and walked over, and with the strength of his arms, he lifted the piece of construction waste that was holding down the spiritual brilliance.

A bloodied hand reached out from the narrow slit. Before Crane could throw away the construction waste in his hand and grab it, the hand grabbed it in the air and slammed straight to the ground.

Crane's outstretched hand froze in the air, slowly withdrawing it. He looked up at the sky and exhaled hard.

He closed his eyes mentally and silently moved away from the masonry, widening the narrow gap.

I saw that a middle-aged man was squeezed in this small slit, his body was already full of flesh and blood, and he couldn't even see the original color of his clothes and coat. His eyes were covered in a lake of blood, and a huge rock broke his waist.

In less than five minutes of torture and severe pain, he lost his life.

There must be some reason why such an ordinary and nameless middle-aged man would appear here. He may be a worker with a family to support and participate in the march because he is unemployed, or he may be a commoner whose family has been abducted by the Witch Sect and participate in the march out of anger. I fantasize that this march will get some response, even if it is only a public announcement, like the lucky ones in the past. But none of that matters now, his family, his pain, his appeals, his anger, everything is scribbled over.

His life ended like this unreasonable bomb, like this unreasonable fucking world.

Just like the rest of the dead, they probably didn't care much when they were alive, and they didn't care much when they died.

The only person who had just paid a little attention to his life was standing in front of him, and Crane stared at the middle-aged man who was dying in pain in a posture of struggling to survive, and an abrupt thought flashed in his almost blank mind:

What is his faith? Will there be church members who will hold a corporate requiem?

Is there time to catch up? The spirit body of an ordinary human dissipates within a short time after death, he ...... They, these people, these people have lived like this, they can't, they shouldn't...... At least after death, at least in the world after death, it can still be done, right?

Probably can, right? Isn't it because we promise the afterlife that we can enjoy the faith and anchor of believers? Although they have just marched, it does not mean that they have become bad people, they just rebelled against the king, it does not mean that they are disrespectful to God, in this case, since God can make people believe in all of them, whether good or bad, then they should show some God's fairness and love for the people, right? Isn't it? There should be some of them, right?

Crane himself didn't quite believe his own thoughts, and even wanted to cry a little.

At least...... Should...... Do this!!

He suddenly thought of old Kohler, who had visited the East End once after the great smog, and was pleased to see that the old acquaintance was still alive, and at the same time learned from his tailor's daughter that Kohler Sr. was not going to survive the winter.

But the tailor girl, who was about the same age as Melissa, did have a relaxed and even relieved expression when she said this, and she said that in the last month or two of her life, her father had delicious ham to eat and a warm house to live in, and he did not have to live in the coldest part of winter. In the end, being able to die peacefully on the bed instead of on a corner of the street, and being able to be sent to the church for burial instead of dying next to the church to be carried is enough to be the envy of most people in the East End.

How I wish I could be like my dad in the future. The girl said almost enviously.

Looking at the visceral envious expressions of the neighbors and the tailor girl, Crane only shuddered. Fortunately, he was no longer a little detective who had a hard time with his own life, and he gave them a sum of money for the hospice care of old Kohler, so that they could move out of that small apartment on the East End, so that Taylor could live a slightly happier life at social school last Sunday.

Now, how are they?

Crane tilted his head, took a deep breath, and took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the emotions that were surging in his heart.

He looked away with a hideous face, only to be caught off guard by the black lakes of rags at the center of the explosion.

What is that?

It's people.

After realizing this, realizing that this was the same person who caused all this, for the first time, without any external force, Crane, who was already a demigod, gave up his legs and knelt straight on the ground.

He felt like he should scream.

He felt like he should have roared loudly.

He should scold something and hate something, otherwise such emotions will drive him crazy.

On top of that, his stomach was churning violently, his chest and abdomen contracted violently, just like that day in the Southern Continent, he fell to his knees and retched several times in a row, almost throwing up in the ruins.

But his throat ached from inhaling too much smoke, and he didn't want to shout or move, his eyes fixed on the strange middle-aged man in front of him, and he knelt here like an out of place stone carving, with dust on his shoulders and hair.

There was no one here who needed his help.

Everything, even everything around it, was completely destroyed in this instant.

What are you doing here? Why can't you just walk away as you did in the past?

What caught him by the foot? Is it pain, is it despair? Is it because of the impact that has been too great and has a psychological shadow, is it simply sad for the dead, or is it sad for yourself who has done almost nothing?

No answer.

He couldn't stay like this anymore, he'd been here for a long time, and there was definitely something else to do now.

Finally, Crane stood up and stumbled toward the neighborhood where Melissa and Benson lived.

……

A few minutes after being rescued, Audrey successfully took the Foundation staff into the subway station for refuge.

It's not long after the attack, and there aren't many people in the subway station, and the subway is still rumbling. Most untrained people don't think of bomb shelters and subway stations as underground shelters to take refuge in the first place after an attack.

They found a clean corner in the subway station, spread their coats on the ground, and put the wounded on to rest.

The bloodied young men and women caused panic among some of the subway staff, but the subway station staff provided them with hot water and blankets. After learning that the earthly world was already unsafe, they had no intention of leaving.

Audrey sat in the lounge area with a cup of hot water, she had just settled down, and she still had a few candies in her hand.

"Thanks to Miss Audrey."

The employees who survived the catastrophe shared the candy in their hands, and they knew little about the extraordinary, and it was hard to imagine why bricks, stones, and steel would turn into candy, cookies, and chocolates and fall down, but now they tacitly did not mention it.

"Your name is Audrey?"

Richard threw a piece of candy into his mouth and leaned against the wall to talk to her very easily:

"The calm in the critical moment is good, but you are all in the sequence, and it seems that you have no combat experience."

Audrey was slightly stunned, and said with some embarrassment:

"Yes. I rarely had the opportunity to practice my extraordinary abilities, and I didn't seem to be good at fighting in the early stages of my path, so ......"

"That's true, but just now, it's actually better for you to use forced reassurance on everyone, and then force temporary hypnosis to imply that they will split up with you, going from different routes to different subway stations. That will at least save you a lot of time. ”

Richard chewed the rock candy and looked at Audrey's unpretentious and expensive pearl cufflinks:

"But you're doing a good job, too. As a nobleman who has not been baptized in battle, you were not so frightened that you started crying and waiting for rescue just now, but plucked up the courage to lead people to survive, and I can already praise you. ”

While being praised and pointing out the shortcomings, Audrey suddenly felt a trace of subtle emotion, and she subconsciously wanted to use the perspective of the "audience" to judge the attitude of the other party when speaking, but as soon as she entered the perspective, she immediately cut herself off.

- You can't do that, that's an unimaginable powerhouse!

Audrey calmed down and asked with a little curiosity:

"Excuse me, if I have no master of the six gods and wait for rescue, then ...... will you?"

"Wait for you to die."

Audrey's bluntness startled Audrey.

"I'll help somebody else, but I won't save you. When you die, take your extraordinary properties with you, as well as valuable cufflinks, necklaces, earrings, and maybe your corpse, because you look noble and may be sought by your family. Did it scare you? Ah, I've never expected much from a creature like a nobleman, except that it looks pleasing to the eye when it's an ATM, and other than to make me gag and make me want to destroy the class. ”

Audrey was stunned by this answer, and when she came to her senses, she immediately untied her necklace, cufflinks, and earrings, and took out all the valuable things on her body.

The decoration she went out today was actually not too luxurious, but no matter how ordinary a noble lady of her level was, the jewelry on her body was hundreds of pounds as a base, and the complete set was even more valuable.

“…… If you don't mind, I'll go change a dress. Audrey said hurriedly.

Seeing her frightened and frightened busyness, and a little like laughing, she waved her hand and motioned for Audrey to put the pile aside.

"You're quick to react." "It's convenient to talk to smart people," she said. ”

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, she thought about it for a moment and tentatively asked another question:

"Sir, can you save people on your behalf? I would like to ask you to see if my parents and brother are safe now, and if you are willing to bid, I will try to pay for it, no matter how much. ”

"West End? The airship did go there. ”

Audrey suddenly became more anxious: "May I ask ......?"

"I'm sorry, I don't accept this kind of commission." Richard bluntly rejected Audrey's idea, "You should be the daughter of Earl Hall, right?" I met you once, and with your father's donation and influence to the Church of the Night, the demigod Archbishop of the Night will not let your parents and family get hurt. I don't want to fool the kids, but if I did, I might not even have the archbishop. ”

Audrey heard such words for the first time, and while she fell into a stuze again, she realized the meaning of the other person's words.

"You ......"

Without the help of the perspective of the "audience", and even in the face of the overall malice of a strong man towards the aristocracy, Audrey considered her words and was a little overwhelmed:

"You're ...... Disgusted with the nobility, why do you want to save me again? ”

"Because I happen to see you, and you're trying to save yourself with others."

Li looked at her and frowned a little strangely:

"As an extraordinary person who doesn't fight much, are you a little too bold? Are the high sequences in charge of teaching you good tempered? Also, it stands to reason that you will never be in contact with someone like me for the rest of your life. ”

Audrey was scared for a moment, but after that was over, she hesitated for a few seconds, and then summoned up the courage to ask the question that had arisen from the other party's blunt prejudice against the aristocracy:

"Why do you hate aristocrats?"

As soon as the words fell, she immediately became a little afraid: "I'm not questioning, I'm innocent, and I......'m a little curious."

"It's a really novel question."

Richard casually said perfunctorily.

"Do you need a reason to hate aristocrats? Do I have to make up a few reasons why I like aristocracy? ”

"What kind of answer do you want to get from giving me this question? Want to hear what I have to say? I know you're a charity worker, and I can see that you're a very well-loved little girl, and you should be a good person. Do you want to hear me say that the nobles are greedy, shameful, disgusting, and then feel that they are different from them and get some satisfaction? ”

"If you have the guts to ask me this question, then I don't want to look down on you because of your age. However, I don't think you understand the complexity of telling you. ”

Richard clasped his arms and tapped his fingers on his arm, thinking for a few seconds:

"Let me put it this way, how much money can you exchange your jewelry for, how much food can you buy, how many quilts can you buy? Generally speaking, a weekly salary of about 2 pounds is enough for a normal family of three to live well, so if they are given to a family with a weekly salary of about 2 pounds, how long is it enough for them to live? ”

Audrey subconsciously glanced at the jewels that had been piled aside by herself, which, according to her memory, added up to more than eight hundred pounds—she bit her lip and spoke with some difficulty:

"More than eight years ......"

Richard gave his eyes to Audrey, who still dared to speak, and his words became harsh:

"But now, with so many things all used to support you, you must have more than just these pieces of jewelry, these dresses, right? How many people could they have fed when they were exchanged for money and means of production, but now they can only make you a trivial decoration, and when you give them all to me, I don't even see much distress, and there is nothing in them that you particularly like, right? ”

"You nobles are only a small group of people, a class, a group, accounting for about 10 percent of the country's total population, but occupying more than 70 percent of the country's resources, in addition to this, you are still greedy, clinging to your money and land and not letting go, can you see nothing as a charity?"

"Even, if I want to get some money from you, it will take me half a day."

"Miss Hall, if this is what you want, think about it."

"—isn't that enough reason for me to hate all of you nobles?"

tbc

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Ok ok.