Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Klein took a breath, and the dust and smoke that rushed into his nostrils made him cough repeatedly.

One round of bombing had long passed. At this time, ruins were everywhere as far as he could see. Buildings on the street collapsed one after another, and raging fires burned among the ruins and rocks. The blood and death were shocking, but there were not many shouts. , eerily quiet.

The fire crackled and burned, eerily quiet.

There were some broken bodies on the ground, but more of them were burning strips of cloth and a large amount of black paste piled together.

After waiting in silence for half a minute at the tragic situation in front of him, Klein gritted his teeth and leaned over, trying his best not to let his eyes fall too much on the black paste that made people feel chilling, and began to look among the ruins. Search for live mouths.

"Is anyone there! Ahem!"

he asked loudly, worrying about Melissa and Benson as he walked among the ruins.

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 peacefully.

"anyone there!"

"anyone there!"

His voice echoed alone in the streets that were bustling just a moment ago.

But in fact, this behavior was unnecessary. He turned on his spiritual vision and scanned the entire ruins. Countless black spiritual threads were floating feebly in the air, with several dying people whose roots were dotted with almost no spiritual glory. In this regard, as a "cunning mage", Klein has almost no way to do anything. He does have a life-saving skill that can deflect damage, but it is not enough to deflect damage that can cause death to others.

"Help……"

Just when Klein was so disheartened that he was about to leave, a faint shout came from a gap not far away, followed by the sound of a piece of brick being pushed away and falling.

"Hold on! There's someone!"

Klein's spirits perked up, and he immediately ran in the direction of the sound.

But when he ran to the source of the sound, Klein suddenly frowned - he discovered that in his spiritual vision, there was only an equally dying spiritual light under the ruins. It was so dim that it could be extinguished at any time. It was already alive. No more.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked over. Using both arms, he lifted up the construction waste that held down the spiritual brilliance.

A bloody hand stretched out from the narrow gap. Before Klein could drop the construction debris in his hand and grab it, the hand grabbed it in the air and then smashed it straight to the ground.

Klein's outstretched hand froze in the air and slowly retracted it. He raised his head to look at the sky and exhaled forcefully.

He closed his eyes and silently moved the bricks away, widening the small gap.

I saw a middle-aged man squeezed into this small slit. His body was already bloody and bloody, and even the original color of his clothes and coat could not be clearly seen. His eyes were covered with blood scabs, and a huge stone broke his waist.

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

There must be some reason why such an ordinary and unknown middle-aged man would appear here. He may be a worker who has a family to support and participates in the demonstration because he is unemployed, or he may be a civilian whose family was kidnapped by the witch sect and participates in the demonstration out of anger. I imagined that this march would be like those in the good old days, and get some response, even if it was just an announcement. But none of that matters now. His family, his pain, his demands, his anger, everything ended in this way.

His life was over like this unreasonable bomb, like this unreasonable fucking world.

Just like other deceased people, no one probably cared about them when they were alive, and no one cared about them after they died.

The only person who paid a little attention to his life just now was standing in front of him. Klein stared at the middle-aged man who died painfully in a posture of struggling for life. A large blank flashed through his mind. A sudden thought came to me:

What are his beliefs? Will there be church members at the mass requiem?

Can you make it in time? The spirits of ordinary humans will dissipate within a short period of time after death. He... They, these people, these people's living lives are already like this. They can't, they shouldn't... at least after death, at least after death. The world can still do it, right?

It might work? Isn’t it possible to enjoy the faith and anchor of believers because of the promise of the world after death? Although they have just marched, it does not mean that they have become bad people. They just resisted the king, which does not mean that they are disrespectful to God. In this case, since God can make people believe in everything regardless of good or bad, they should show some of God's respect for God. Justice and fraternity among the people, right? No? There should be more or less, right?

Klein himself didn’t quite believe his idea, and even wanted to cry.

At least...should...do this! ! !

He suddenly thought of old Kohler. After the great smog, he once visited old Kohler in the East District. While he was happy to see that this old acquaintance was still alive, he also learned from his tailor daughter that old Kohler would not be able to survive. Get through this winter.

But the seamstress girl who was about the same age as Melissa did have a somewhat relaxed and even relieved expression when she said this. She said that in the last month or two of his life, Dad would have delicious ham to eat and a warm house to live in. You don’t have to live in limbo during the coldest period of winter. In the end, being able to die peacefully on the bed instead of in a corner of the street, and being able to be sent to the church for burial normally instead of dying next to the church waiting to be transported is enough to make most people in the East District envious. thing.

How I hope I can be like my father in the future. The girl said almost enviously.

Looking at the envious expressions of the neighbors and tailor girls around him, Klein felt shuddering. Fortunately, he was no longer a little detective who was living a hard life at that time. He gave them a sum of money on the pretext of providing hospice care to the old Kohler, so that they could move out of the small apartment in the East End and allow Taylor to go to school. Social school on Sunday and live a slightly happier life.

Now, how are they?

Klein raised his head, took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, struggling to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He shifted his gaze with a ferocious expression, but was caught off guard and saw the black paste mixed with rags at the center of the explosion.

what is that?

It's people.

After realizing this, and realizing that this was the same person who caused all this, for the first time, without any external force, the already demigod Klein's legs softened, and he knelt down straight on the ground. .

He felt like he should scream.

He felt like he should roar loudly.

He should curse something and hate something, otherwise such emotions would drive him crazy.

The most important thing is that his stomach was churning violently, and his chest and abdomen were contracting violently, just like that day in the Southern Continent. He fell to his knees and retched several times in a row, almost unable to hold back the ruins. Zhongda Tu Te Tu.

But his throat hurt from inhaling too much smoke. He didn't want to shout or move. His eyes were fixed on the strange middle-aged man in front of him, sitting here kneeling like an out-of-place stone sculpture. The hair on my shoulders is covered with dust.

There is no one here who needs his help.

Everything, even everything around him, was completely destroyed at this moment.

What are you still doing here? Why can't I leave as cleanly as before?

What grabbed him by the foot? Is it pain, is it despair? Is it because the shock was too great and caused a psychological shadow? Is it simply sad for the deceased, or is it regretful for myself who did almost nothing?

No answer.

He can't stay like this anymore. He has been here for a long time, and he definitely has other things to do now.

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

…

A few minutes after being rescued, Audrey successfully led the foundation staff into the subway station to take refuge.

It was not long after the attack. There were not many people in the subway station, and the subway was still running rumble. Most untrained people do not immediately think of underground facilities such as bomb shelters and subway stations that can be used for refuge after an attack.

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

These young men and women covered in blood caused panic among some subway staff, but employees at the subway station still provided them with hot water and blankets. After learning that the world on earth was no longer safe, they had no intention of leaving.

Audrey was sitting in the seating area with a cup of hot water. She had just settled down and was holding a few candies in her hand.

"Thank you so much to Miss Audrey."

The employees who survived the disaster shared the candies in their hands. They had little understanding of the extraordinary, and it was difficult to imagine why bricks, stones and steel would turn into candies, biscuits and chocolates and fall down, but now they tacitly did not mention this. thing.

"Your name is Audrey?"

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

"You're good at keeping calm in critical moments, but you've already passed the rank, and you don't seem to have much combat experience."

Audrey was startled for a moment, then said a little embarrassedly:

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

"You're right, but just now, you used forced comfort on everyone, and then forced them to use temporary hypnosis to suggest that they would go separately from you and go to different subway stations from different routes. It was actually a better choice. That would at least help Saves you a lot of time.”

Richard chewed the rock candy loudly and looked at Audrey's simple yet expensive pearl cufflinks:

"But you did a good job. As a noble who has not been baptized by battle, you were not frightened to the point of crying and waiting for rescue. Instead, you mustered up the courage to lead others to survive. I can already praise you. .”

While being praised and pointed out shortcomings, Audrey suddenly felt a subtle emotion. She subconsciously wanted to use the "audience" perspective to judge the other party's attitude when speaking, but she cut it off as soon as she entered the perspective.

——You can’t do this, that is an unimaginably strong man!

Audrey calmed down and asked with a little curiosity:

"Excuse me, if I am helpless and waiting for rescue, what would you do...?"

"Waiting for you to die."

Audrey was startled by Richard's frankness.

"I will help others, but I will not save you. When you die, I will take away your extraordinary characteristics, as well as your valuable cufflinks, necklaces, earrings, and maybe your body, because you It looks like a noble person, and there may be family members looking for it. Does it scare you? Ah, I never have any expectations for noble creatures. Except when they are used as cash machines, they look more pleasing to the eye. At other times, apart from letting me Nausea makes me want to destroy this class."

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

The decoration she wore when she went out today was actually not too luxurious, but even for a noble lady of her level, no matter how ordinary she was, the jewelry she wore cost hundreds of pounds, and the complete sets were even more expensive.

"...If you don't mind, I'll change into a dress." Audrey said hurriedly.

Richard looked at her working in shock and fear, and wanted to laugh a little. He waved his hand and motioned for Audrey to put the pile of things aside.

"Your reaction is very quick." He said, "It is convenient to talk to smart people."

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief. She thought about it and tentatively asked another question:

"Sir, can you please save people on my behalf? I hope you can go and see if my parents and brother are safe now. If you are willing to bid, no matter how much it is, I will try to pay it."

"The West District? The airship is indeed heading there."

Audrey suddenly became more anxious: "Excuse me..."

"I'm sorry, I won'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. Based on the information your father gave to the Church of the Night, With donations and influence, the demigod archbishop of the night will definitely not hurt your parents and family. I don’t want to lie to children, but if I go, maybe even the archbishop will be gone.”

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

"you……"

Without the help of the "audience" perspective, and even facing the overall malice of a strong man towards the nobles, Audrey considered her words and felt a little at a loss:

"You... hate nobles so much, why do you want to save me again?"

"Because I happened to see you, and you were trying hard to help others save yourself."

Richard looked at her and frowned strangely:

"As an Extraordinary who doesn't fight much, are you a little too courageous? Are the high-sequencers responsible for teaching you good-tempered? Also, logically speaking, you can't come into contact with people like me in your life. "

Audrey was frightened for a moment, but after the fear passed, she hesitated for a few seconds and mustered up the courage to ask the question she had when the other party bluntly expressed his prejudice against the aristocracy:

"Why do you hate nobles?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately felt a little scared: "I'm not questioning, I'm just simple and a little curious..."

"This question is indeed quite novel."

Richard said casually.

"Do I still need a reason to hate nobles? Do I have to make up a few reasons for liking nobles?"

"What kind of answer do you want to get when you ask me this question? What do you want to hear from me? I know that you must be a staff member of a charity organization, and I can see that you are a well-loved and nice person. Girl. Then do you want to hear me say that nobles are greedy, shameful, and disgusting, and then feel that you 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, if I tell you something complicated, I guess you really won't understand."

Richard crossed his arms, tapped his arms with his fingers, and thought for a few seconds:

"Let me put it this way, how much money can your jewelry be exchanged for, how much food can it buy, how many quilts can it buy? Generally speaking, a weekly salary of about 2 pounds is enough for a normal family of three to live well, then if They are given to a family who earns about £2 a week, how long can they live on?"

Audrey subconsciously glanced at the jewelry piled aside. According to her memory, these items totaled more than eight hundred pounds. She bit her lip and spoke with some difficulty:

"More than eight years..."

Richard expressed his approval with his eyes to Audrey who dared to speak, and then his words became harsh:

"But now, all these things are used to support you. You must have more than just these few pieces of jewelry and these skirts, right? How many people could they have supported when they were converted into money and means of production? Now they can only be given to you. Make some trivial decorations, and when you gave them all to me, I didn’t even see much distress, and there wasn’t anything you particularly liked in them, right?”

"You nobles are just a small group of people, a class, a group, accounting for about 10% of the country's total population, but occupy more than 70% of the country's resources. In addition, you are greedy, hold on to yourselves If you don’t let go of your money and land, don’t you, the philanthropic person, see nothing?”

"Even if I want to get some money from you, I still have to talk for a long time."

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

"——Isn't this enough reason for me to hate all of you nobles?"

TBC

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OK OK.

Okay, I know everyone is waiting impatiently, but I am really not feeling well. I am in pain while coughing and typing! Forget it, I'll try my best to get back to normal tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.