"Grind your scissors and sharpen your kitchen knife~"
In Auschwitz in the early morning, in the chaotic and dilapidated market, the white-haired young man squatted on the ground and shouted feebly.
There was a felt blanket spread in front of him, filled with swords snatched along the way, and two carrots bought from the stall next door. After being washed, it was his breakfast.
It was early in the morning, except for a few vegetable sellers, there were almost no people in the market. The entire dilapidated gathering place is like the lower town of Avalon, full of chaos, noise, deserted and dilapidated.
It looks absolutely terrible, but not so bad that you can't live with it.
Those who can't go up or down are left hanging like this.
It is full of the feeling of living one day at a time and earning one day at a time.
In comparison, Ye Qingxuan inevitably lost his fighting spirit.
He was already prepared for a 300-round battle of wits and courage with the locals. As a result, after entering the city, I found that the locals didn't bother to care about me at all.
They do not exclude outsiders, they just pretend that outsiders do not exist.
This made Ye Qingxuan's fighting spirit go blank, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable.
After he picked up a carrot and wiped it clean, he gnawed on it one bite at a time, grinning as he ate it: the carrots grown in such a damn place were naturally not very tasty, they were completely shriveled, and they felt like they were eating in his mouth. Chewing a mouthful of mud.
"How on earth do you spend your days..."
He sighed and yawned sleepily.
He had expected a big battle last night, but as a result, several people on the other side showed great restraint. After a little probing, they withdrew and left. The remaining people were not sure of victory and did not dare to take action rashly.
The thunder was loud and the raindrops were light, so it was nothing.
It made him pretend to be in vain.
According to the plan, today he was going to communicate with the master sent by Angelou to monitor the entire trial about the specific situation, listen to suggestions, receive some teachings, and preferably some intensive special training, and receive it by the way. Some mysterious trump cards.
As a result, nothing happened as expected.
Ye Qingxuan still doesn't know the name of that master even now.
From beginning to end, he was hidden in the dark mist, not even showing his face when eating.
After meeting Ye Qingxuan that night, I took him to a shabby hotel, pointed to a room and told him that I lived here. If you have nothing to do, don't come to me. If something happens... it's best not to come to me.
All in all, just pretend I don't exist.
"Anyway, you're already here. What happens next is up to you."
The master at the time patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "What I promised Maxwell is to ensure that you come back from here alive. Forget the other things... I trust you very much, classmate Ye Qingxuan."
In response, Ye Qingxuan could only say "haha" from his throat.
Masters from other schools don't spend much money to stuff good things into their students, for fear that their students will be eliminated, but their own side... why is it so unreliable
Oh, the mysterious master still gave him something.
"But what's the use of this thing?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at the thing in his hand with a complicated expression - it was a small whistle made by the master who knocked down a section of the doorknob on the spot and hollowed it out.
Well, it's the kind of spoon for children to play with.
But the guy said in a serious tone: Don't just brag about it.
Isn’t this nonsense! What's the use of playing with this kind of ghost thing if you don't brag about it!
Ye Qingxuan threw the whistle on the stall with some annoyance, thought for a moment, sighed, picked up the whistle and put it back in his pocket - maybe it was really useful? right? Although it's probably useless...
"Hey, knife, how do you sell it?"
There was a man squatting on the stall, picking and choosing, and asking in Common Tongue with a strange accent.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at it and replied with the native accent of Romulus: "Which one? Cheaper, buy one get one free, how about charging you forty pounds?"
The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and glanced at him with a strange look in his eyes.
"How is it? My accent is standard, right?" Ye Qingxuan smiled proudly.
“…”
The man had an expressionless face and didn't say anything. He stood up and left, leaving Ye Qingxuan a little confused: "Wait a minute!" I am such a friendly and kind person, why are you leaving? I won't hit you! Is it wrong to speak with a good accent
In the end, he did nothing and watched the man leave.
My only customer.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed.
The Holy City has very strict regulations. During trials and missions, musicians are not allowed to interfere with the normal lives of the locals, and they are absolutely not allowed to release any music to the locals. Once discovered, the qualifications for the trial will be revoked.
If the circumstances are serious, they will be directly sent to a silent institution for brainwashing and transformation. Make sure you are a useful person to society for the rest of your life.
"It's just that... the characteristics of animal transformation are really obvious."
Ye Qingxuan watched the people coming and going from a distance, talking to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
Compared with other races, the skeletons of adult male Romulans are obviously thinner, and the skin is slightly bronzed. Due to the living environment, the skin quality is usually not good.
However, the hair on the face and limbs is obviously lush, and many people have sharp, thick and hard nails, like wild beasts. This is caused by the blood of demons polluted by natural disasters. It is said that this situation is especially obvious in some newborns in recent years.
Afraid of light, water, and full of aggression...
If this continues, in another five or six generations, in the foreseeable hundred years, the Romulus people may really be reduced to half-man, half-beast.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh.
In this hellish place, is there any other hope
Auschwitz is simply a wilderness.
Beyond the towering gray walls, there is no human being.
It is dry, desolate, overgrown with weeds, cannot be cultivated, has no geographical convenience, and has no possibility of livability. It is just that there is such a place.
If there is anything left to develop, there are only thin copper mines available for mining. As a result, with the discovery of ruins in the past few years, there are no copper mines now.
The environment is so bad that there is really no way to save it. No wonder the people here are messing around every day.
He was awakened from his reverie by the low ringing of the bell.
Just opposite, the door of a dilapidated church slowly opened, revealing its simple courtyard and buildings.
Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan ignored the stall, got up from the ground, patted the dust, and walked forward.
Since the locals are too lazy to take care of themselves and Angelou's thighs are unreliable, they can only follow the path of the religious order.
At the very least, it's impossible for the people of the religious order to be cold-hearted to themselves, a clergy reserve, right
What's more, Ye Qingxuan had accepted the commission from the cult before he came.
Regardless of the reason for the trial, what he originally planned to do when he came here... was to treat illnesses and save people!
…
…
As he expected, there were no official members of the cult in this dilapidated chapel. There was only one priest, who looked dim-eyed, and two locally born mixed-race children who were responsible for cleaning.
There are not many believers among the Romulus people. It is not easy for the budget allocated every year to feed the priests, not to mention that repairing the church is also a huge expense.
The dim-eyed priest looked at Ye Qingxuan's identity certificate for a long time before he remembered.
"Oh, you mean the flu... I reported this matter several years ago, but nothing happened. I thought the commission had been abandoned."
The old priest patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "I didn't expect someone to come. It really scared me. It's a pity that you came late."
"… I'm late?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "Have all the patients died?"
"No, it's just a common cold. It'll be fine in a few days."
The old priest spread his hands: "So, Mr. Ye, you are late. The influenza was eradicated half a year ago."
“…”
Ye Qingxuan looked at him blankly, unable to accept this development: He was planning to donate a red heart to cure diseases and save people, but why was the flu cured before the people arrived!
Just like in an adventure novel, the hero has just set out on the road, but in the end the villain gets the plague and dies.
The world has been saved, everything is beautiful... but Ye Qingxuan feels particularly uncomfortable.
"Then why don't you cancel this entrustment?"
Ye Qingxuan was in tears: "Otherwise, how could I have been tricked into coming here by that old bastard Maxwell?"
"Just wait until I finish."
The old priest sighed helplessly: "It's true that the flu has been eradicated, but... the virus is still there."
Ye Qingxuan fell into a sluggish state.
The virus is still there
What's the point
…
In the basement of the church, in a simple surgical laboratory.
After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan looked away from the small microscope, rubbed his eyes, and cursed in a low voice. Now, he can be sure that this flu is definitely man-made.
Someone created influenza and plague against this group of Romulans, and left a trail behind.
The sample observed came from a corpse of Romulus who had recently died of old age.
It can be clearly observed that a large number of this virus is parasitic in the blood and organs of the deceased. Although it has become dormant and completely harmless, it is still firmly integrated with the human body.
Ordinary human immunity is enough to kill these viruses and eliminate them through metabolism. Demons are not afraid of such flu at all. Their bodies are completely different from humans and are naturally immune to corpse poison and other germs.
But the Romulans, who were mixed with demon blood, ran into trouble.
This virus is obviously made to target their immune deficiencies, and the gap between humans and demon bloodlines is filled by this virus... In other words, it may even accelerate the deformation of the Romulus people and make the demon bloodline Completely replace human parts...
"It's just terrible."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "How many people have been infected with this virus?"
"Almost... all of it."