Rainy day.
There was a continuous and dense rain outside the window, dripping on the windowsill and splashing countless water droplets.
A little girl was lying by the window, wiping the windowsill with a rag and staring at the neon lights in the distance. A graceful girl was dancing in the rain, and an advertising logo for aphrodisiacs was spinning next to her.
Mia and Mier stared at her in shock.
Medea had disappeared, or Rasul had no intention of introducing the revolutionary army to her. Only Mia and Mier were teleported to this apartment of about 30 square meters.
The air was filled with a damp and moldy smell. Children's and adults' clothes were hung out to dry under the air-conditioner vent. It was obvious that the owner of the house did not look wealthy.
Especially when you have four kids to raise.
There were four children in the room, two boys and two girls. One of the two boys had a high nose and deep eyes, and looked like someone from Irania. Mia was sure he was the young Rasul; the other had dark skin and seemed to have the bloodline of the southern continent.
The boys were sitting on the sofa watching TV boredly, while the girls were doing housework diligently.
The girl who was wiping the windowsill had fair skin and two strands of hair on her cheeks were braided into tangled braids, similar to Peggy's hairstyle, so Mier guessed that she was probably Armenian as well.
The other girl was wearing full-coverage headphones, and her hair was flaxen, but there were still a few pink strands showing. Mier observed her carefully and was sure that the little girl's flaxen hair was dyed.
Like herself, she was a half-elf, and wore headphones to hide the shape of her ears.
Since the four children have different ancestries, it can be confirmed that they were adopted by the owner of the house. As for the owner of the house who has not yet appeared, she should be a woman with a strong figure, which can be seen from the clothes and sizes of adult women hanging on the clothesline.
Mia also tried to talk to these children, but not only could her voice not reach them, she couldn't even touch them. Her hands would pass right through their bodies.
About ten minutes later, just when the two little girls were getting a little impatient, the door opened.
A fat woman walked in. She was wearing a nun's robe and looked like a researcher for the Vatican. Her employee badge was tucked on her left chest, and the name on it was:
Natalie Hillman.
"Mother Natalie." The little girl who was wiping the windowsill ran over and asked obediently, "Why did you come back so early today?"
"The demonic tide is coming, and the Church has completely stopped all work." Natalie replied with a smile, "They gave us a month's vacation."
She put the things she was carrying by the door and closed it. Suddenly, the TV started to snow.
Then bang, the screen went black.
In Solomon City, all electrical appliances here have anti-spontaneous combustion devices, and spontaneous combustion is basically caused by the magic tide.
In other words, the demonic tide had just risen.
Natalie looked out the window. Solomon City was quiet in the rain and all the neon lights were off.
She closed the curtains, turned around, and looked at the four children in the room: