East End, in front of an apartment building near the North End.

As soon as the haze cleared, Daisy hurried back home from school despite the pouring rain, slipping and falling on the road, with a bruise on her face.

As soon as she reached the door of the apartment, she noticed a four-wheeled carriage parked next to the street, the white cloth on which had been soaked by the rain, and a corpse of various shapes could be faintly seen below.

Doctors and nurses in masks were still busy, lifting new bodies from their apartments and stuffing them into the overwhelmed wagons.

"Mom...... Freya ......"

Although she had expected it on the road, it was only at this point that Daisy's glimmer of hope was shattered by reality. She muttered these two words and leaned towards the door, only to be stopped by the policeman in charge of guarding.

"Don't come close, beware of the plague!"

The policeman's expression was already numb, and in just half an hour, he watched the carriage go back and forth twice, carrying away a number of corpses that he had never seen in his life, and stopping four or five survivors like Daisy.

These "lucky ones" stood by with blank eyes, staring blankly at the busy doctors, as if their spirits had been taken away by the carriage along with the dead.

Soon, the carriage laden with corpses slowly started and headed to the other side of the street, and the survivors who had been stopped outside the cordon were crying out.

"My Andy......"

"Daddy! Father! ”

"Mom, Freya."

Daisy sobbed a little weakly, watching the white cloth grow farther and farther away from her, around the corner, and disappear from sight.

She didn't even see the two of them for the last time.

"Mom! Freya! ”

Her long-stored tears welled up in her eyes, mingling with the rain and crawling all over her cheeks.

"Daisy?"

Suddenly, a familiar shout came from behind him.

Daisy turned around a little dazedly, and Freya, who had just left with the carriage, actually appeared in front of her again.

"Freya?"

Is this a hallucination?

She quickly wiped her tears, blinked, and looked closely.

It was indeed his sister, with a flush on her face after running, and traces of rain or tears, but the corners of her mouth were upturned, which was the joy of seeing her relatives for the rest of her life.

"Freya!" Daisy screamed and rushed up to hug her sister.

Looking at this scene, Sherman, who was hiding on the corner of the street not far behind, also showed a happy smile, his coat was still on the attic, and he was only wearing a single coat wet by the rain at this time, shivering in the cold wind.

But a heartfelt warmth diluted the cold, making him feel warm in his body.

"Miss Erin is right, I can be an extraordinary person like Hugh......"

At this moment, Sherman felt that he had one more target for taking the potion.

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On Sunday morning, Angel and Klein arrived at Harvest Chapel in the south side of the bridge.

After a night of heavy rain, the haze has completely dissipated, and the sky is blue and cloudless, and the winter sun, although weak, also allows the rain on the ground to dry quickly, leaving the air floating with the fragrance of earth.

But the rare sunshine did not bring any change to the gloomy atmosphere of Beckland, and the road was eighty percent less crowded than usual, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and the occasional horse-drawn carriage was closed with curtains, as if fearing the return of yesterday's great smog.

The two were infected by this depressed atmosphere, diluting their joy after yesterday's "reunion".

"Yesterday when I went to St. Samuel's Church to report the letter, it was full of sick people, and the square outside the door was full of ......"

After getting out of the carriage, Angel, who was standing on the side of the street, said suddenly.

There she also met Sherman, an Assassin under her command. The latter was waiting with a mother and daughter to distribute the potion, and after the two looked at each other, they both pretended not to see each other.

Angel was a little relieved by the rookie assassin's mature style, and she did not ask Sherman to deliver the report letter, but as before, she found a homeless man who had received treatment and reported Severia fiercely.

Of course, the letter also included Triss beside Prince Edsak, but she believed that the witch of pleasure had probably been captured or even killed, or her sapphire ring would not have appeared in the hands of the angel of the church.

"It's the same here, no, I should say the hospitals and churches all over the city."

Klein said in a flat tone, but his lips under his beard were pursed, expressing his somewhat agitated mood.

Dressed as "Erin Watson" and "Sherlock Moriarty" respectively, the two stepped on the curved steps in front of the Harvest Chapel and entered the hall of the church, which was full of people and smelled of herbs.

The prayer benches had been dismantled and piled up in the corners, and the floor was lined with rudimentary bunks, filled with patients groaning in pain or shutting their eyes.

The tall Father Utravsky was walking towards the back door of the hall with a large wooden crate when he saw Angel and Klein arrive, standing still and looking at them suspiciously.

"Wait a minute, I'll take these herbs to the kitchen, Emlin is waiting."

He shook the wooden box in his hand, and Angel saw that it was actually painted with the emblem of the Church of the Night.

"This is the aid of the Church of the Night, and in this disaster, everyone can put aside the conflict of faith and stand together, which shows that everyone recognizes the preciousness of life."

Noticing the gaze of the visitor, the priest explained in a low voice.

"Praise the Goddess."

Angel immediately drew a crimson moon on her chest, making her stand out.

She couldn't help but feel a little amused when she saw Crane's right hand raised lightly beside her and immediately lowered it—he was now a temporary believer in the god of steam and machines.

The priest paid little attention to this, and quickly sent the box of herbs into the kitchen, and returned to the hall with the smell of medicine.

"What are you looking for me? It's not a good place to talk right now. ”

He said, looking around the crowded hall.

"I'd like to ask about the Dawn Knights' extraordinary ability traits and how to use them."

Angel stepped forward, and Klein paced away, leaving room for the two to talk.

"'Knights of the Dawn'......" muttered Father Utravsky, with a hint of nostalgia on his face, "why do you ask this?" I remember that you were not an extraordinary person in the 'warrior' pathway. ”

"Because of a magical item derived from the extraordinary properties of the 'Dawn Knights.'"

Angel rolled up his left sleeve, and on his fair, thin wrist, the place where the "magic pocket watch" was originally tied has been replaced by a white bone bracelet.

It was delivered to her by the "Hanged Man" early this morning through Mr. Fool's route, and she uncreatively named it "Knight Bracelet".

This bone bracelet carved with hollowed-out skulls, spears and waves is very Byam-style and seems to be a popular antique design there.

With the "Knight of Dawn" trait, it can conjure any cold weapon as small as a dagger or as long as a two-handed sword at the user's will, and of course, all of them are in the shape of a bone weapon, which is likely related to its appearance before it was made into a magical item.

Holding this weapon, the user's strength will increase exponentially, almost equivalent to that of a warrior of the same level, while also reducing the impact of various extraordinary abilities on him.

After experimenting with the sharpness and sturdiness of a bone weapon, Angel quickly discarded his dagger and used it as his only melee weapon.

As for the magical items from experienced craftsmen, the negative effect of the "Knight Bracelet" is not very strong, it is only that it will lose its strength after use, and the degree and duration are directly related to the time of use. If you don't turn it into a weapon, just carrying it will be equivalent to carrying about 10 kilograms of goods, which will affect your physical strength.

Angel came to the Harvest Chapel to ask the former "Knight of the Dawn" priest about the effect of the "Knight Bracelet" against extraordinary abilities and how to use the avatar weapon.

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Watching Angel and Father Utrawski whisper to each other at the altar, Crane looked away with some boredom and looked at the patients in the hall.

Many of them were not followers of Mother Earth, some wore the triangular emblem of the god of steam and machines, and some whispered prayers to the goddess of the night or the protection of the storm.

Seeing that these "heretics" were waiting for the help of the Divine Servants of Mother Earth, who had no trouble rescuing them, Klein gained a deeper understanding of what the priest had just called "the conflict of renunciation of faith."

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Behind him came a slightly arrogant, but more confused, cry.

Emlyn White, the vampire who was forcibly detained by the priest and forced to return to Harvest Chapel every day using psychological cues, was walking out of the kitchen at the back door with sleeves on his forearms, a pocket tied around his chest, and a wide hat on his head, dressed like a chef in a restaurant.

"I didn't expect to meet you at the church at this time, I thought you were already ......," Crane smiled as he watched the vampire put a tray of filled potions on the altar before continuing with a playful look...... Having slipped away in the chaos, didn't you say that you had found a way to dispel the psychological suggestion from other vampires? ”

"Bloodline! It's the Bloodline! ”

Emlyn retorted in a low voice, afraid to be heard by the other lying patients.

"I've decided, after these few busy days, I'll pray to that 'fool', under the protection of some big man in the clan."

"Fool" Crane almost laughed, he also lowered his voice, and said:

"Aren't you afraid that it's an evil god? I remember telling you that only two out of a hundred cases of praying to such an unknown being will succeed, and the rest will either happen nothing, or their fate is unknown. ”

Emlyn's face turned pale for a moment, but then recovered in an instant.

"I'm here, for the sake of the entire blood clan, and the ancestor will protect me!"

Aren't you trying to dispel the psychological suggestion...... Klein held back a smile and deliberately stimulated him:

"Then why don't you just pray directly to your ancestor, the ancient god Lilith, and let Him solve the problem for you?"

So that there are no middlemen to make the difference, he added in his mind.

"It's been a long time since the Ancestor answered the prayer, except for some special matters, but alas, my question is not included."

The vampire was a little discouraged, and the exhaustion of staying up late to make potions came to light, and he glanced around, involuntarily straightened up as he looked at the patients who looked at him expectantly, and quietly shrunk his neck at the sight of Father Utravsky.

Following his gaze, Crane also looked at the priest and Angel, and found that the two had finished their conversation, the former took the potion that was no longer boiling hot on the altar and began to distribute it to the patients lying in the hall one by one, Angel also helped, handed over cups of dark green potion, and collected the empty bottles, and put them back on the plate.

This attentive look fascinated him, and he stared blankly for a moment, and Emlyn's voice came from beside him:

"Alas, I asked the priest to find a few more volunteers to help distribute the potions yesterday, but he never agreed, compared to this Fursak, she is still a young woman, but unfortunately this is not my type......"

"You'd better not."

The detective's sudden cold tone made him a little sluggish.

(End of chapter)