Two hundred and thirty-three. And as heavy as a rock
The time of silence is coming soon.
Even if you turn on the radio, you can receive intermittent warning broadcasts from Himfast.
But Wanghaiya has prepared everything.
…
Himfast has prepared everything.
The hustle and bustle that could be seen everywhere in the past few days has subsided a lot, thanks to the constant warnings from the city hall.
Everyone knows that the third woe is coming. When the church bells ring, keep quiet.
In the past few days, some outsiders who are different from the refugees have arrived in Himfast.
They came from the Main Continent, under the orders of the city lord or the city hall, to experience the dangers of the Time of Silence, and then brought them back to their respective cities that were not enveloped by the Time of Silence.
"The eastern city was attacked two days ago. The situation is not good, because...in addition to the time of silence, we also have to beware of attacks by other evil spirits——"
Under the wooden wall on the edge of Himfast, city officials and envoys from other cities walked quickly past, the sounds of conversation dissipated in the wind.
Sercio carried the last bag of sand and soil and piled it under the wooden wall and fixed it.
The municipal staff holding the notes came forward to check and accept it. Sercio calmed down his breathing and returned to the other workers with his head hanging down.
"Did you see it? That's the city wall we erected."
Some workers pointed proudly at the long stretch of wooden walls.
Sercio was envious of the young worker who could still smile. What would they do next if they lost their jobs?
He picked up the kettle and poured half a bottle of water into his stomach, then wet the towel hanging on his shoulders and simply wiped his body.
I have to put on my clothes for a while, but my wife will complain when I come back if my clothes are too dirty.
A worker he met while building the wooden wall came over and asked Sercio what he was going to do next.
He escaped from Watchtown. Compared to locals like Sercio, losing their job makes them more frightened.
"I'm going to the port," Sercio said.
After wiping with the towel, the coolness came over him, so he put on a vest and a layer of outer clothing.
The worker looked like a madman and shouted: "Are you crazy!? Dealing with those monster fish!"
Many workers came here because of the reputation of shouting
"If you don't work, you won't have food." Sercio's face was as hard as a sculpture.
After queuing up to receive his salary, Sercio first went home to pick up a wooden basin, then crossed the city to the port recruitment office set up in the West District to sign up. They were recruiting people there all the time. They said Sercio could go there tomorrow. If in the morning
You can still catch a train if you get here at six o'clock.
After leaving the recruitment office, Sercio walked into the fish market full of fishy smell and exchanged all the money he just earned for fish sauce.
As wheat became increasingly scarce, black bread, which was originally a staple food for the lower class, began to become unaffordable even for the middle class.
It looks very poor. All kinds of fish meat have been crushed and mixed together, so broken that you can't even pick out the fish bones. Among them are those fish with arms, legs or mouths that are rumored to be - the precious fish will be picked out to make it.
Sold in cans or sold to nobles.
But the taste is surprisingly good, and it's cheap enough. You can buy a whole pound with a day's salary, and you know this is meat.
If you think the fishy smell is too strong, you can mix it with mashed potatoes. The method is very simple, you can even do it without a pot. Just put the fish cakes shaped into cakes on the red stove, and they will be baked in a short time.
Yellow, with the alluring aroma of fish and potatoes coming out.
It is said that fish cakes have become the most popular food in Himfast.
The fishmonger accepted the money, scooped up the fish paste with a spoon that could hold just one pound, and poured it into the wooden basin held by Sercio with a strong smell of fish. He shook it and shook off the fish stuck to it.
mud.
It's getting dark.
Sercio retracted his gaze towards the sky and returned home holding the wooden basin.
"Why did you buy so much again..." said my wife, walking out of the back room with her sleeping child in her arms.
"You should eat some meat to replenish your body." Sercio said, placing the barrel in the kitchen and closing it with a lid.
There is no greedy cat in his house, but mice will smell the smell and run to eat it.
"Little Gray is eight months old..." the wife complained helplessly: "There were still two pieces left over yesterday... Go buy some fish and come back tomorrow. We can make it into dried fish."
Sercio shook his head and said: "The work on the city wall is finished, I will go to the port to work tomorrow."
The wife's face became a little pale: "It's not very -"
"Don't listen to those women. There is no danger in the port." Sercio interrupted his wife's worries. "I was watching at the West Gate a few days ago. The number of people going there and coming back is the same every time."
No wonder my husband came back very late a few days ago...
The wife thought about it and stopped persuading her. She just asked Sercio to pay attention to his safety.
The street lights on the streets outside the window began to light up. The wife handed the child to her husband and walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Half an hour later, the couple sat at the simple dining table and talked about what happened today. The wife was mainly talking.
For example, Aunt Maria next door improved the fish cake and mixed some crushed dead leaves into it to make it taste better. For example, Locke quarreled with his parents again, this time because Locke wanted to be a sailor. For example, Mrs. Stacey was pregnant.
, but I don’t know why her husband was so angry that he beat her...
Sercio listened quietly, occasionally taking a bite of fish cake.
This tranquility lasted for a few minutes, and was suddenly shattered by the sound of a bell in the distance.
"What's going on..." The wife who was telling Mrs. Fenner's story frowned and looked out the window, but she hadn't reacted yet.
But then another bell rang from another place, and then a third and fourth, chaotic and rapid church bells echoed over Himfast.
The baby in his arms was woken up and crying.
"A new disaster has come." Sercio suddenly stood up and knocked down the wooden chair and said to his wife: "Shut up little Gray."
The wife who woke up quickly went to comfort the baby, but he still cried loudly: "He was scared!"
After the words fell, the church bells on the street suddenly stopped ringing, leaving only the lingering sound.
Sercio realized what this meant and hurriedly made faces at his crying son - each time he did so, he stopped little Gray's crying.
It still worked this time. Little Gray stopped crying and opened his curious eyes to look at the changing faces.
The eyes of the wife holding the child were filled with fear, and the father opposite was making various grimaces silently. This scene in the quiet cabin was strange and warm.
"Giggle——"
Suddenly, little Gray was so amused that he burst out into giggles.
Fear crawled up Sercio's back. His bloodshot and suddenly widened eyes reflected his wife holding an empty baby in her arms.
"My child——"
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The screams stopped suddenly, and there was only an empty chair across the dining table, as if no one was ever there.
Sercio's grimace froze and he remained motionless, only tears welling up in his eyes.
The last bell disappeared into the night sky.
The whole city fell into dead silence, without chaos or commotion.
