Sunrise, sunset, the same scene repeats itself every day. After seeing it too much, most people will subconsciously ignore it and only immerse themselves in daily life that is closely related to them.
And occasionally... just occasionally! Occasionally, I would look up in the early morning or dusk, and then, while admiring the majesty and splendor of nature, I would turn my head again and integrate into my own life again.
Maka, of course, is no exception—at least that's what he always thought.
Most of the people who had gathered in the central tent during the day had left now. Including Hermione and the others, after discussing whether Maka would disappear midway again, they all went to do what they should do.
Maka came back after everyone left one after another. When he came in, Sarah was the only one in the tent still sitting in the shadow of the corner, whittling wood by herself.
"The sunset is beautiful."
He sat on a chair not far from the tent door with his back against the round sand table. The golden sunlight from outside shone in slantingly, and part of it fell on the skin of the back of his hands folded on the back of the chair. The faint warmth It seems that the mind can drive away all the darkness in the heart.
Looking over the top of the tent where the group of living corpses were on the opposite side, he could see the black and gray clouds across the strait in the distance, but what was more visible at this time was the golden-red sunset filtering through from the left. The brilliant brilliance from the sun, and even the clouds and mist from endless sin, are inevitably stained with a layer of crimson.
"Sarah, why don't you come and bask in the sun for a while? It will be dark again in a while!"
After admiring it for a moment, he suddenly turned back and asked the girl in the corner.
"I like the moon better than the sun." The girl was still busy with her work and said without raising her head when she heard the words. "At least the latter is not so dazzling."
"All right!"
Maka shrugged noncommittally, her eyes swept over the half-finished doll on the other side of the round table, and then returned to the scenery outside the tent.
After another ten minutes of silence, as his last words, "It seems that tomorrow will be sunny again," settled, the glow faded and the night gradually took over the sky.
Behind Maka, Sarah, who had her head lowered all the time, could not see the half-finished doll leaning on the chair without moving. But for some reason, looking at it at this time, it always gives people a weird feeling that "maybe it will move next second."
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While Maka was watching the sunset in the central tent of Camp Granger, Hermione had already taken Harry and others, along with Mrs. Maxim, two heads of the three major families, and a big housekeeper. They gathered in the president's office on the top floor of the federation headquarters building.
At this moment, Hermione, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, was also looking at the brilliant sunset outside the window.
It's just that although the Federation Building is located on the ground, the scenery outside its window is actually maintained by the weather spell and the mapping spell like the British Ministry of Magic. What she and Maka are looking at are not actually the same sky.
"Miss Granger, most of the Ministry of Magic and Muggle governments in Western Europe have responded. They have promised to maintain order in domestic society in accordance with the plan we have jointly formulated. And the remaining sporadic countries have basically given They will solve their own internal problems as soon as possible, and after reaching a state where the plan can be implemented, they will keep up with the overall pace. There are only a few countries due to their own national conditions... "
Next to Hermione, a secretary to the president of the Federation was making a detailed report based on documents. The content of the report was generally about the current situation in various European countries.
Madame Maxime was also by the side, and would occasionally add a few words, or make decisions based on her richer experience on issues that did not require Hermione to deal with personally.
Although Hermione's eyes stayed outside the window, most of her attention was still focused on the report of the president's secretary. It can be seen from the slightly frowning brow that no matter how smart she is, it is still quite difficult to think about these important matters.
In fact, she set off after having a hasty lunch with everyone in the camp.
Before coming here, he also went to the German-French border, the German-Czech border, and the regained German eastern defense line to conduct a series of inspections of battle conditions and disasters, in order to personally understand those who were engaged in tug-of-war, blocking battles, and resistance against the zombie army. A series of wartime regional conditions in positional warfare.
Although the previous targeted strikes had indeed effectively blocked the expansion offensive of the zombie army, it was obvious that the battle was still taking place and going on everywhere and would not disappear just because of those few limited obstructions.
The flames of war are still burning everywhere; life is still disappearing every second.
This is precisely why the counterattack plan can be officially implemented only after the rear area has truly stabilized and the defense line has been prevented from collapsing again under the attack of the zombie army. To fight against the outside world, you must first settle down inside. You cannot escape anywhere. Let this be the case.
Not long after, the president's secretary finally finished the complicated report in an orderly manner and left the president's office with Maxim's slight nod.
The huge room became quiet for a while, and several people present were sorting out their thoughts.
After a few seconds of dead silence, the head butler Matusievich, who had only been sitting on one side of the sofa with the two heads of the three major families, suddenly stood up and leaned forward slightly, even though Hermione was facing away from him. But he still said politely:
"As Miss Granger saw during her previous inspection, after Mr. MacLean captured Helbo, the offensive of the zombie army was no longer as alarming as before, and even there was chaos within them as it had been many times in the past. . And what I want to say is, in fact, Miss, you also know that my Matusievich family has some roots spreading in countries such as Norway and Sweden. According to family information, although there is also the North Sea, it is the same as Denmark. The disaster-stricken areas in the UK are across the sea, but so far there are no signs of living corpses landing... This should be considered good news."
"Yes." Hermione turned around and looked at him, then nodded slightly and said, "The information obtained by the Federation is similar. It is true that the coast of Norway is still calm."
"Then," the chief steward paused, and finally said, "for the next counterattack, can we take advantage of Norway and land directly at the disaster area from the north? As you all know, according to our previous analysis, if we want to end this It’s a disaster, and the final destination is most likely the original site of Hogwarts Castle... right?”