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

Chapter 318 The World
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Klein took a breath, and the dust and smoke that rushed into his nostrils made him cough again and again.

The round of bombing has long passed. At this time, as far as he could see, there were ruins everywhere. The buildings on the street collapsed one after another, and a raging fire was burning among the ruins and rocks. The blood and death were shocking, but there were not many shouts , was eerily quiet.

The flames crackled and burned with eerie silence.

There are some fragmented corpses on the ground, but more are some burning cloth strips, and a large amount of black paste piled up together.

After waiting for half a minute in silence for the tragedy 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 the heart chill, and began to walk in the ruins. rummaging for a living.

"Is anyone there! Cough cough!"

He asked aloud, while walking among the ruins, worrying about Melissa and Benson.

He wanted to rush over immediately to see if his siblings were okay, but everything in front of him made him unable to leave with peace of mind.

"anyone there!"

"anyone there!"

His voice echoed alone in the street that had been busy just a moment ago.

But in fact, this behavior was unnecessary. He turned on his spiritual vision to scan the entire ruins. Countless black spiritual body threads were floating in the air feebly, and the roots were dotted with a few dying people who had almost no spiritual brilliance.In this regard, as a "crafty mage", Klein has almost nothing to do. He does have a life-saving skill that transfers damage, but it is not enough to transfer the damage of others to death.

"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 brick being pushed away and falling down.

"Hold on! Someone!"

Klein regained his energy, and immediately ran towards the direction of the voice.

But when he ran to the source of the sound, Klein suddenly frowned——he found in his spiritual vision that there was only a dying spiritual light under the ruins, which was so dim that it might go out almost at any time, and it was already alive. no more.

He hesitated for a moment, but he walked over at a faster pace, using his arms to push aside the spiritually radiant construction waste.

A bloody hand protruded from the narrow gap.Before Klein could throw away the construction waste in his hand to grab it, his hand grabbed it in the air before hitting the ground straight.

Klein's outstretched hand froze in the air, and slowly withdrew it.He looked up at the sky and exhaled forcefully.

He closed his eyes with mental preparation, moved the bricks and stones silently, and widened the narrow gap.

It turned out that a middle-aged man was squeezed into this small slit. His body was already bloody and bloody, and he couldn't even see the original color of the coat.His eyes were covered with blood scabs, and a huge rock broke his waist.

In less than 5 minutes of torture and excruciating pain, he lost his life.

There must be a reason for such an ordinary and nameless middle-aged man to appear here.He might be a worker with a family to support, and he participated in the parade because he was unemployed, or he might be a civilian whose family was kidnapped by the Witch Sect, and he participated in the parade because of anger.Imagine that this parade can get some response, even if there is only one announcement, like those in good luck in the past.But none of that matters now, his family, his pain, his demands, his anger, it all ended in such a sloppy way.

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

Just like the other dead, no one would care about them when they were alive, and no one would care about them when they died.

The only person who paid a little attention to his life just now was standing in front of him. Klein watched the middle-aged man who died painfully in a struggle to survive, and almost a large blank mind suddenly flashed. A sudden thought:
What is his belief?Will church members be there for a mass requiem?

Can you make it in time?The spirit body of ordinary human beings will dissipate in a short time after death. He...they, these people, these people have already lived like this, they can't, they shouldn't...at least after death, at least after death The world, can it still be done?

It might work?Isn't being able to enjoy believers' beliefs and anchors just because of the promise of the afterlife?Although they have just paraded, it does not mean that they have become bad people. They just rebelled against the king, which does not mean that they are disrespectful to God. People's fairness and fraternity, right?isn't it?There should be more or less, right?

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

At least...should...do this! ! !
He suddenly thought of the old Kohler. After the great smog, he once visited the old Kohler in the East District. He was very happy to see that the old acquaintance was still alive, and at the same time, he learned from his tailor daughter that the old Kohler might not be able to Get through this winter.

But the tailor girl who was about the same age as Melissa had a relaxed and even relieved expression when she said this. She said that Dad had delicious ham to eat and a warm house in the last one or two months of his life. Live, do not have to be precarious 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 after death instead of dying next to the church waiting to be transported, this is enough to make most people in the East District envious thing.

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

Seeing the envious expressions of the neighbors and tailor girls around him, Klein felt shuddering.Fortunately, he was no longer a little detective who was struggling with his own life. He gave them a sum of money on the grounds of giving old Kohler hospice care, so that they could move out of that small apartment in the East Side, so that Taylor could go to Social school Sunday, live a slightly happier life.

Now, how are they doing?

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

He averted his gaze ferociously, but was caught off guard by seeing the black paste mixed with rags in the center of the explosion.

what is that?
are people.

After realizing this, and after realizing that it was human beings who caused all of this, for the first time, without any external force, Klein, who was already a demigod, softened his legs and knelt straight on the ground. .

He felt he should scream.

He felt he should yell loudly.

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

Most importantly, his stomach churned violently, and his chest and abdomen contracted violently one after another, 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 CUHK vomits.

But his throat was aching 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, and he just knelt here like a stone sculpture that didn't fit in. There is dust in the hair on the shoulders.

There is no one here who needs his help.

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

What are you still doing here?Why can't I just pull away and leave like in the past?
What caught his foot?Is it pain, is it despair?Is it a psychological shadow caused by the excessive impact, is it simply sad for the dead, or is it annoyed by myself who has done almost nothing?
Can't get an answer.

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

Finally, Klein stood up and staggered towards the block where Melissa and Benson lived.

……

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

It was not long after the attack. There were not many people in the subway station, and the subway was still rumbling.Most untrained people cannot immediately think of underground facilities such as air-raid shelters and subway stations that can be used for refuge after encountering an attack.

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

These young men and women covered in blood caused panic among some subway workers, but the subway station employees still provided them with hot water and blankets.After learning that the world on the ground is already very unsafe, they have no intention of leaving.

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

"Thanks to Miss Audrey."

The employees who survived the catastrophe shared the candies in their hands. They had little understanding of the extraordinary, and it was difficult to imagine why bricks, stones and steel turned into candies, biscuits and chocolates fell 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 very easily:

"You've maintained your composure in a critical moment, but you're already in the sequence, and you don't seem to have much combat experience."

Audrey was slightly taken aback, and said with some embarrassment:
"Yes. I rarely have the opportunity to practice my extraordinary ability, and I don't seem to be good at fighting in the early stage of the path, so..."

"That's right, but just now, you used forced appeasement on everyone, and forced temporary hypnosis to suggest that they split up with you and go to different subway stations from different routes, which is actually a better choice. That way at least you can Save you a lot of time."

Richard chewed the rock candy loudly, and looked at the simple and expensive pearl cufflinks on Audrey:
"However, you have done a good job. As a nobleman who has not been baptized in battle, you were not frightened just now and started 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, Audrey suddenly felt a subtle emotion. She subconsciously wanted to use the perspective of the "audience" to judge the attitude of the other party when she spoke, but she cut it off immediately when she entered the perspective.

——You can’t do that, that’s an unimaginably strong man!
Audrey calmed down and asked a little curiously:
"Excuse me, if I am helpless and waiting for rescue, will you...?"

"Wait for you to die."

Richard's straightforwardness startled Audrey.

"I will help others, but I won't save you. After 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 noble, and there may be family members looking for it. Does it scare you? Ah, I have never had any expectations for creatures like nobles, except that they look pleasing to the eye when they are used as cash machines. Nausea is what makes me want to destroy this class."

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

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

"...If you don't mind, I'll go change a skirt." Audrey said hastily.

Richard watched her work in shock and fear, and wanted to laugh a little. He waved his hand and signaled Audrey to put the pile of things aside.

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

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, she thought about it, and tentatively asked another question:
"Sir, can you help save people? I hope you can go and see if my parents and elder brother are safe now. If you are willing to bid, no matter how much it is, I will try to pay it."

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

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

"Sorry, I don't accept this kind of entrustment." Richard bluntly rejected Audrey's idea, "You should be Earl Hall's daughter, right? I met you once, based on the letter your father gave to the Church of Evernight. Donation and influence, the demigod archbishop of the night will definitely not hurt your parents and family. I don’t want to lie to the children, but if I go, maybe even the archbishop will be gone.”

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

"you……"

Without the help of the perspective of the "audience", even in the face of a strong man's overall malice towards the nobles, Audrey was at a loss as she considered her words:

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

"Because I happened to see you, and you were trying to lead others to save themselves."

Richard looked at her and frowned strangely:

"As a Beyonder who doesn't fight very much, aren't you a bit too courageous? Are the high-sequencers who are in charge of teaching you very good-natured? Also, logically speaking, it is impossible for you to come into contact with someone like me in your entire life. "

Audrey had a moment of fear, but after the fear passed, she hesitated for a few seconds, and mustered up the courage to ask her the question that arose when the other party bluntly expressed his prejudice against nobles:

"Why do you hate nobles?"

As soon as the words fell, she immediately became a little scared: "I'm not asking questions, I'm simple, I'm a little curious..."

"This question is indeed quite novel."

Richard casually said something perfunctory.

"Do I 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 by giving me this question? Do you want to hear what I have to say? I know you must be a staff member of a charity organization, and I can see that you are usually very popular, and you should be a really nice little guy." Girl. Then do you want to hear from me 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 don't understand it."

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

"Let me put it this way, how much can you exchange for your jewelry, 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. How long are they going to live on for a family earning around £2 a week?"

Audrey subconsciously glanced at the jewelry piled aside by herself. According to her memory, these items added up to more than [-] pounds——she bit her lip, and said with some difficulty:
"More than eight years..."

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

"But now, so many things are all used to support you. You must have more than these few jewelry and these few skirts, right? How many people can be supported when they are exchanged for money and means of production, but now they can only be given to you Make some insignificant decorations, when you give them all to me, I don't even see much distress, and there is nothing you particularly like in it, right?"

"You nobles are only a small group of people, a class, a group, accounting for about 70.00% of the country's total population, but occupying more than [-]% of the country's resources. In addition, you are greedy, clinging to your own money and money. If you don’t let go of the land, don’t you, who do charity, see nothing?”

"Even if I want to get some money from you, it will take me a long time to talk."

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

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

TBC
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OK OK.

　Well, I know everyone is waiting anxiously, but I am really uncomfortable. I am also in pain while coughing and typing!Forget it, I will try my best to return to normal tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)