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"The word is 'apple', follow me once-"

Sharon was standing on a small podium teaching the dozen or so children below, she was young, but quite dignified and learned, and within a week all the adults in the town recognized her abilities.

Although it was in the Southern Continent, none of the children below dared to doze off, and they all looked at the blackboard and her with blazing eyes.

Sharon is quite satisfied with the job she has earned, the house is sheltered from the wind and rain, and she is also doing things to educate children, which is more decent and not too tired. Although there are not many students, the class hours are not long, and the credit is less than the physical work outside, Sharon likes it, because in addition to the teaching culture, she can teach these children the temperance philosophy of restraining their desires and living frugally.

…… Educating children is a good thing, anyway, the "temperance angel" didn't say that it wouldn't work. Sharon felt a slight lift of her eyebrows.

The children pronounced the word in their childish voices, and Sharon was very satisfied, and was about to continue teaching, when suddenly the ground shook violently, and the well in the town square suddenly spewed out a huge column of water, three or five meters long, and even rising.

"......" Sharon's eyes widened, and the next moment, she suddenly realized something, and with a wave of her hand, all the stones and wood scattered around her flew up, instantly sealing the deep well that sprayed water.

But this was to no avail, only two seconds later, the ground around the well suddenly cracked, and a large amount of groundwater gushed out from the crack, and the impact force that should not be underestimated instantly flooded the entire square and pounced on the surrounding residences!

Dangerous!

The desks and chairs in the classroom suddenly flew up and formed a huge raft that held more than a dozen children on it. Sharon waved off the roof to prevent the water from rising and trapping them in the house.

In this way, it is safe for the time being...... Sharon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wheat!!" Someone shouted, "The wheat is damp!! ”

Her attention was drawn to it, and in an instant, many familiar Rose School Extraordinaries had gone up, forming a human wall one after another, bagging the grain that was being dried with extraordinary ability, and then transporting it to a high place that was temporarily safe.

Marić was among them, and he was even the fastest.

Sharon looked left and right, and saw that the people had begun to save themselves, so she stayed safely on the raft with the children, occasionally helping out.

……

The rainstorm drenched Letty Orr's hair, and lifelike strands of orange-red hair stuck to her forehead.

She was in a stalemate with Tawfik, one no longer talking, the other not letting go.

“…… No, you don't. After a few seconds, the hoarse voice pierced through the rain and through the masonry, and sounded directly in Audrey's ears, with a deep hatred. Immediately after, Audrey suddenly felt the fingers on her neck begin to tighten, and the other party was serious, serious about wanting to tear off her doll's body, like a naughty child pulling out her own doll's head.

"This is our country...... This is our highlander's home......"

Tawfik said hatefully.

"It's you who should get out of here, get back to your home!"

To be honest, the appearance of a simple Northern Continent person would already make him angry, and a Northern Continent nobleman could make him start to go crazy on the spot. Indiscriminate hatred was like instinct, and the death of relatives and friends was engraved in his soul again and again, allowing anger to flow unreasonably with his blood.

Therefore, he clung to these hatreds and anger like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and wholeheartedly disgusted himself with the doctor in front of him to the point of wanting to tear her apart, in order to resist the recognition and respect he had for her in his heart.

He couldn't trust the Northlanders.

He can't respect the people of the Northern Continent.

He must hate the people of the Northland.

It's his instinct and it's where his strength comes from - if he makes an exception for a good guy in the North Continent today, he'll go crazy tomorrow for discovering more good guys. Will these good people be killed after that? Can there still be a war? Tawfik didn't need this weak feeling, it was a repudiation of the way he had always lived, which only affected how quickly he could raise the butcher's knife against his enemies.

O noble maiden of the Northern Continent, while you were coquettish in the arms of your parents, our children and parents were whipped, buried alive, killed, raped, abused for amusement, and even eaten.

While you and your friends play in expensive silk clothes, our children are poorly clothed, hungry, have no shelter, no dignity and no freedom, as if they had come into this world only to taste what it is.

When you taste expensive desserts and treat waste as status and luxury, we are picking up all the wheat grains in the cracks of the ground, eating grass, eating leaves, eating dirt, eating sand, and even eating people.

You are men, and we are beasts.

"There is no need for your mercy here! Get out of here, get back to your Northern Continent! ”

So, the eldest lady from Rune.

Go back, go back to your home, go back to the life that is truly yours. Go back to your parents' arms and cry, eat delicious food we can't think of, and get a good night's sleep, and forget about the torrential rain and divine punishment that has befallen you.

Audrey took a deep breath when she heard this, her eyes remained golden, and she watched as Tawfik's expression changed from firm to stubborn and unwilling to cooperate with the treatment in two seconds.

She had a sentence brewing in her mind, on the one hand, she felt that this sentence was really contrary to her own image, and it should not be said by a noble lady who was understanding and gentle since childhood, but on the other hand, Audrey, bit her cheeks, thinking that who in the Southern Continent knows me? Even the Mr. Tawfik in front of him only knew his name and had a rough understanding of some information!

“…… Really, please listen to me! ”

Thanks to this body, even though Audrey felt her neck begin to tighten rapidly, and her head was about to be removed, her voice and breathing remained unaffected.

She squeezed the words out of her throat with all her might, even using the dragon's "roar". It was probably the first time she had spoken in such a loud voice since she was a freshman.

- But this is the Southern Continent, and who knows what kind of person Miss Audrey Hall herself is!

"What did you do with all my efforts when you said that!"

"Mr. Tawfik, thank you for your concern for me, but it is better to pay attention to the other residents who are also affected than to waste your attention on me, the unworthy and annoying Miss of the Northern Continent!"

Audrey said like a cannonball, of course she knew the reason for Tawfik's strange attitude towards her, but she couldn't suddenly become a native of the Southern Continent? While she can't directly untie the knot in the other party's heart, time doesn't allow her to hypnotize the other party for a short time to make him forget that he is from the Northern Continent, not to mention that she can't even guarantee that she will succeed.

Her dragon roar briefly shook Tawfik, catching the out-of-form demigod off guard. And judging from his expression, it was obvious that he had never thought that this always gentle doctor and the little girl who was actually not very old could suddenly say such a thing.

"You can see that His Highness Richard has placed his trust in me, and I have never forgotten his help to me, and now is the time for us to work together, how can you plan to send the 'doctor' away like this?"

I...... This...... Tawfik is far from being sharp-toothed, at best he is not autistic in the school, and at this time, in the face of the words and reassurance of the "psychiatrist", he is already a little unable to find the north.

Then, he was dragged out of the masonry by Audrey's arm, and the rubble crackled and rolled around.

Traces of dragon scales appear on Audrey's graceful forearms, and the mythical creature form of the "audience" path is quite powerful, and the physical fitness of the mid-sequence is also very considerable. By constantly checking their own mental state, the "audience" is able to maintain an incomplete mythical creature for longer than any other means.

Without thinking, Audrey strengthened her arms and lifted Tawfik up with ease, running past the broken bricks and collapsed houses on the ground, moving as swiftly as a fawn to the nearest shelter.

In the seconds that Tawfik was so shocked by the audience that she stopped thinking, Audrey had already run dozens of meters, helping the pedestrians who were almost blown away on the side of the road back to the house, waiting for her to turn back and rescue again.

"Wait!" He was anxious, "What are you doing!" I don't need your help! Put me down! ”

"You are a wounded and you should be in shelter."

Audrey began to use the trick of messing around with her skills very skillfully, which made Miss Hall, who had almost never lied in Letty Orr's shell, cover her face in embarrassment: "Anyway, I'll take you there, please don't get in the way of the doctor's treatment!" ”

At this moment, Audrey suddenly stopped.

In the thick rain curtain around her, Audrey suddenly noticed that the things around her seemed to have undergone some changes, becoming more distant and unclear, and the rain seemed to isolate her cognition and spirituality.

"Bad premonition......" Audrey felt uneasy.

She couldn't help but think about a question:

The god of thunder obviously has the power to wipe out an entire kingdom, but would he, the god on high, do that?

If He doesn't, then the next ones to purge the native faith and the Extraordinary will be the "Substitutes"!

Audrey's heart rang with a wake-up call.

In this case, does it still make sense to go to a shelter? No, no, yes, there must be, walking outside will be blinded by the rain, you will not be able to distinguish the direction, and there is a risk of being struck by lightning, and you can wait for help in relative safety and dryness in the shelter.

Although the Vault also brings together all the people who have no combat effectiveness-

Audrey's mood was a little anxious for a long time, and for a moment, she didn't know whether she should continue, because as long as she stayed here, she would inevitably continue to be punished by God, or fight with the possible "substitute" forces.

At that time, will she have the consciousness to do it to the members of the church?

She hesitated, and suddenly a hand pressed on her shoulder, and the rain above her head suddenly stopped.

"Don't get distracted." A familiar figure appeared beside him, and the voice of the other party injected some strength into her. Immediately afterward, Richard looked up and looked at Taufik and frowned.

"How can you get the doctor to run with you?" Richard was displeased, "Come down!" Go on your own! ”

……

Beckland, North End, outside St. Samuel's Church.

The weather was sunny and sunny, and the citizens lined up in several rows to receive food such as toast, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits from the staff of the "Rune Poor Fund".

Their procession stretched from outside the church gate to the square, and circled several times, and at a glance, it was densely packed with human heads.

On the steps behind Melissa, it was all in full view.

She saw the sallow faces of the citizens and the longing in their eyes, the mothers holding the babies, coaxing and anxiously examining the ranks that did not seem to have shrunk much, the well-dressed people in formal suits and long skirts, like members of the middle class, and some of them lowered the brims of their hats and put on their veils, as if they did not want the people around them to recognize who they were.

Sometimes people don't want to follow the order, and they are dragged out by the priests and police who help maintain the team, and they are thrown to the end.

One by one, the cloth bags piled up behind the long table shriveled up and then emptied.

Eventually, all the food was distributed, but the long line was only half gone.

In the beginning, the standard for the church was three loaves of bread and three pieces of jerky per person.

After about two months, the jerky was gone, and it became corn flour that could be brewed and felt more filling, and the bread was a little smaller.

The church also seems to be struggling with material resources, but after all, it has not stopped distributing food.

However, it seems that even the members of the church do not know how long it will last like this.

The citizens who did not receive the relief could not contain a mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance and begging, but instead of arguing or arguing, they moved mechanically towards other food distribution points.

They've been through this too many times in the past month or two, and they've known that unnecessary emotional outbursts will only waste their already small amount of energy, and they can't quickly move to another relief point or cheap food stall.

At this time, their expressions were numb, and their eyes left the square with slightly empty eyes, like groups of living corpses.

In the process, a woman holding a child gave off on her feet and fell to the ground.

Her child burst into tears, and there was palpable pain in her voice.

Crying and crying, the child sobbed and said:

"Mom, I'm so hungry......"

"Soon there will be food, soon there will be food, there will be food in the Memorial Day Square......" The woman picked up the child, patted him on the back, and shed tears as she spoke.

Seeing this, Melissa thought for a moment, took out a piece of food from the wooden box under the long table, and trotted towards the mother and son.

"I didn't see it just now, there's still a ......," Melissa half-crouched down, handed the bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruit in her hand, and explained in a whisper, for fear of causing a scramble among the citizens around her.

The rest of the food was actually prepared for the Foundation staff who had been busy for a long time, and Melissa gave her own portion.

The woman took the food, and as she handed it to the child, she said in a loud voice:

"Thank you, thank you......"

The child clung to the food, and childishly followed his mother and said:

"Thank you, thank you......"

The latter stepped forward full of hope, and was greeted only by Melissa's sad eyes and the empty table.

As the queue for relief slowly dispersed, Melissa subconsciously glanced left and right, and found that the pastor of the church, most of the police, and the "night watchmen" who were secretly guarding against accidents in the citizens were all carrying undisguised sympathy, pity, and sadness.

Once the citizens had largely left, Melissa sighed and began to move the tables as usual, retracting the empty boxes and sacks back into the Foundation's small building, and closing the door tightly to prevent any hungry citizens from trying to break in and loot.

Just then, she heard the bell ring in the Cathedral of the Holy Winds.

Melissa looked up curiously, the bell of the Cathedral of the Holy Wind would only ring during the large prayers related to the sacrament of the God of Thunder, and the Cathedral of the Holy Wind had also been rung three times when Emperor George III was crowned before, indicating the approval of the new Emperor.

Immediately after, she couldn't help but let out a small exclamation.

Through the glass, she saw that Beckland suddenly had a strong wind, the flag of the Cathedral of the Holy Wind was flying, and the people were involuntarily bent down.

It seemed as if a figure had risen from there and entered the clouds.

TBC

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"The Extraordinary......" Melissa let out a voice of longing and curiosity as she looked at the figure that had disappeared as if she had hallucinated. (End of chapter)