East Borough, in front of an apartment near North Borough.
As soon as the haze dissipated, Daisy ignored the pouring rain and ran home from school in a hurry. He even slipped and fell on the way and had a bruise on his face.
As soon as she arrived at the door of the apartment, she found a four-wheeled freight carriage parked on the street. The white cloth on it had been soaked by the rain, and corpses of various shapes could be vaguely seen underneath.
Doctors and nurses wearing masks were still busy, carrying out new corpses from the apartment and stuffing them into the already overwhelmed carriage. Those that couldn't be put in were covered with black cloth and placed on the roadside, waiting for the next carriage to arrive.
"Mom...Freyja..."
Although it had been expected on the road, it was not until this moment that Daisy's glimmer of hope was shattered by reality. She muttered these two words and moved towards the door, but was stopped by the policeman on guard.
"Don't come close, or you may be infected with the plague!"
The policeman's expression had long been numb. 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 also stopped four or five survivors like Daisy.
These "Luck children" stood aside with empty eyes, staring blankly at the busy doctors, as if their souls and the deceased had been taken away by the carriage.
Soon, the carriage loaded with corpses started slowly and headed to the other side of the street. The survivors who were stopped outside the cordon began to cry.
"My Andy..."
"Dad! Dad!"
"Mom, Freyja."
Daisy sobbed feebly, watching the white cloth getting farther and farther away from him, rounding the corner, and disappearing from sight.
She didn't even see the two of them for the last time.
"Mom! Freyja!"
Tears that had been accumulated for a long time burst out of her eyes, mixed with the rain, and covered her cheeks.
"Daisy?"
Suddenly, a familiar shout came from behind.
Daisy turned around in a daze, and Freyja, who had followed the carriage just now, actually appeared in front of him again.
"Freyja?"
Is this an illusion?
She quickly wiped her tears, blinked, and looked carefully.
That was indeed his sister. Her face was rosy after running, and there were traces of rain or tears on her face, but the corners of her mouth were turned up. It was the joy of seeing relatives after a disaster.
"Freyja!" Daisy screamed and rushed forward to hug his sister tightly.
Watching this scene, Sherman, who was hiding on the street corner not far behind, also showed a delighted smile. His coat was still on the attic. He was only wearing a single coat soaked by the rain and was shaking in the cold wind.
But a warmth from within diluted the coldness, making him feel warm all over.
"Miss Irene is right, I can also be like Xion Beyonder..."
At this moment, Sherman felt that he had one more goal to take Potion.
On Sunday morning, Angel and Klein came to Harvest Church on the bridge South District.
After a night of heavy rain, the haze has completely dissipated. At this time, the sky is blue and cloudless. Although the winter sunshine is weak, it also makes the rain on the ground dry quickly, letting the fragrance of earth float in the air.
But this rare sunshine failed to bring about any change in the gloomy atmosphere of Backlund. There were 80% less pedestrians on the road than in the past. The doors and windows of every house were tightly closed, and the occasional carriage that passed by also drew its curtains, as if it was worried that yesterday's Great Smog would come back again.
The two of them were infected by the depressed atmosphere, which diluted the joy they felt after their "reunion" yesterday.
"Yesterday when I went to Saint Samuel Cathedral to submit a report, there were all patients there, and the square outside the door was full of people..."
After getting off the carriage, Angel, standing on the street, suddenly said.
She also met Sherman, her own assassin there. The latter was accompanying a mother and daughter waiting for the medicine to be distributed. After the two looked at each other, they both pretended not to see each other.
The mature style of the rookie assassin made Angel somewhat gratified. She did not ask Sherman to send a report letter. Instead, as before, she found a homeless man who had received treatment and reported Sevillea ruthlessly.
Of course, the letter also included Trissy next to Prince Edessak, but she believed that Demoness of Pleasure had probably been captured or even killed, otherwise her Sapphire Ring would not have appeared in the hands of Angel from the church.
"It's the same here, no, it should be said that it's the same in hospitals and churches across the city."
Klein spoke in a calm tone, but the lips under his beard were pursed tightly, expressing his excitement.
The two dressed up as "Irene Watson" and "Sherlock Moriarty" respectively, stepped onto the curved steps in front of Harvest Church, and walked into the church hall, which was full of people and smelled of strong herbal smell.
The benches used for prayer here have all been dismantled and piled in the corner, and simple bunks are closely lined up on the ground, filled with patients who are either Affliction groaning or with their eyes closed.
The tall Father Utravsky was walking towards the back door of the hall holding a large wooden crate. When he saw Angel and Klein arriving, he stood still and looked at them doubtfully.
"Wait a moment, I will send these herbs to the kitchen, Emlyn is waiting."
He shook the wooden box in his hand, and Angel saw that Church of Evernight's holy emblem was painted on it.
"This is Church of Evernight's aid. In this Catastrophe, everyone can put aside the conflict of beliefs and stand together, which shows that everyone recognizes the preciousness of life."
Noticing the visitor's gaze, Priest explained in a low voice.
"Praise Goddess."
Angel immediately drew Crimson Moon on his chest to express his position.
She saw Klein beside her raise his right hand slightly, then immediately put it down, and couldn't help but feel a little funny - he was now a temporary believer of God of Steam and Machinery.
Priest didn't care much about this. He quickly sent the box of herbs into the kitchen and returned to the hall with a medicinal smell.
"What do you want from me? It's not a good place to talk right now."
he said, looking around the crowded hall.
"I would like to ask about the Beyonder Ability characteristics of 'Dawn Paladin' and how to use them."
Angel took a step forward, and Klein walked away, leaving room for the two of them to talk.
"'Dawn Paladin'..." Father Utravsky murmured, with a trace of nostalgia on his face, "Why do you ask this? I remember that you are not Beyonder of 'Warrior' Pathway."
"Because something originated from Mystical Item of 'Dawn Paladin' Beyonder Characteristic."
Angel rolled up his left sleeve. On his fair, thin wrist, the place where "Magician Pocket Watch" was originally tied has been replaced by a white bone bracelet.
It was delivered to her early this morning by "Hanged Man" through Pathway of Mr. Fool, which she uncreatively named "Knight Bracelet".
This bone bracelet engraved with hollow skulls, spears and waves is very Bayam style, and seems to be a popular antique design there.
With the characteristic "Dawn Paladin", it can transform any cold weapon from a dagger to a two-handed sword at the user's will. Of course, all of them are in the shape of bone weapons, which is probably related to its appearance before it was made into Mystical Item.
Holding this weapon, the user's strength will increase exponentially, almost equivalent to Warrior Pathway Beyonder of the same level, and at the same time it can weaken the influence of various Beyonder Ability on him.
After trying out the sharpness and sturdiness of bone weapons, Angel quickly abandoned his dagger and used it as his only melee weapon.
As for the Mystical Item produced by the experienced Artisan, the negative effects of "Knight Bracelet" are not very strong. They just cause loss of power after use. The degree and duration are positively related to the time of use. If you don't turn it into a weapon and just carry it, it will be equivalent to carrying about 10 kilograms of items, which will have a certain impact on your physical strength.
Angel came to Harvest Church on this trip, mainly to ask Priest, the former "Dawn Paladin", about the effect of "Knight Bracelet" against Beyonder Ability, and how to use the incarnation weapon.
Seeing Angel and Father Utravsky chatting quietly next to the altar, Klein looked away with some boredom and looked at the patients in the hall.
Many of them are not believers of Earth Mother. Some are wearing Triangle Holy Emblem of God of Steam and Machinery, and some are praying to Evernight Goddess in a low voice, or asking for blessings from Storm.
Seeing these "heretics" waiting for the help of Earth Mother's beloved ones, who rescued them without any hesitation, Klein had a deeper understanding of the "conflict of abandoning faith" just mentioned by Priest.
"Sherlock Moriarty?"
A slightly arrogant, but more doubtful voice came from behind him.
Emlyn White, Vampire, who was forcibly detained by Priest and used Psychological Suggestion to force him to return to Harvest Church every day, was walking out of the kitchen at the back door with sleeves on his forearms, a robe tied to his chest, and a wide hat on his head. He was dressed like a chef in a restaurant.
"I didn't expect to meet you in the church at this time. I thought you had already..." Klein smiled, watching Vampire place a plate of filled medicine on the altar, and then continued with a joke, "... had already taken advantage of the chaos and slipped away. Didn't you say that you had found a way to relieve Psychological Suggestion from other Vampire?"
"Sanguine! It's Sanguine!"
Emlyn retorted in a low voice, for fear of being heard by other lying patients.
"I have decided that after these few days of work, I will pray to that 'Fool' and be protected by a certain big shot in the clan."
"Fool" Klein almost laughed out loud. He also lowered his voice and said:
"Aren't you afraid that it is an evil god? I remember telling you that if you pray to such an unknown entity, only two out of a hundred cases will succeed, and the rest will either have nothing happening or their life or death is unknown."
Emlyn's face turned pale for a moment, but recovered instantly.
"I am doing this for the whole Sanguine. The ancestor will protect me!"
Aren't you trying to get rid of Psychological Suggestion... Klein held back his smile and deliberately provoked him:
"Then why don't you just pray directly to your ancestor, Ancient God Lilith, and let him solve the problem for you?"
This way there is no middleman to make the difference - he added in his mind.
"The ancestor has not responded to prayers for a long time, except for some special matters, but unfortunately, my question is not included."
This Vampire was a little discouraged, and the fatigue of staying up all night to make potions also surfaced. He glanced around, straightened up involuntarily when he looked at the patients who looked at him expectantly, and quietly shrank his neck when he saw Father Utravsky.
Following his gaze, Klein also looked at Priest and Angel, and found that the two had ended their conversation. The former picked up the medicine that was no longer hot on the altar and began to distribute it to the patients lying in the hall one by one. Angel also helped, passing cups of dark green medicine, collecting empty bottles and putting them back on the plate.
This focused look fascinated him. He stared blankly for a while, and then the voice of Emlyn came from beside him:
"Well, yesterday I asked Priest to find a few more volunteers to help distribute the medicine, but he never agreed. Compared to this Feysac people, she is still a young woman who is attractive. Unfortunately, this is not my type..."
"You'd better not be."
This Detective's suddenly cold tone made him a little sluggish.