Hermione and everyone were walking on the road leaving the warehouse, feeling a little depressed. Although most of the attacks she faced did not hurt her, they almost harmed innocent everyone. The disease that Tatiana accidentally spilled still almost wiped out everyone.
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There are no brave men and no Long Aotian in the other world. Here it is more about the asymmetry of fate. What should I do if I encounter this situation next time? The Witch Church obviously does not give up on itself, and Tatiana is more inclined to come.
Test, test the attention of several churches on themselves.
It’s so difficult! Hermione held her forehead, I really didn’t come here accidentally, and I didn’t want to come here either.
Looking at the people being carried away on the stretcher, Hermione felt that she hadn't had so many emotional fluctuations in a long time, and that she was no longer a human being. "You can't think so wildly." Hermione hinted to herself that she was really a human being.
After walking through the warehouse area, the road began to become narrow and full of potholes. The road to the warehouse was built towards the dock. If you want to reach the urban hospital quickly, crossing the slums on the edge is undoubtedly the fastest, but the road is not good.
The old brick building next to it was covered with black dust, and the windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt. The stench permeated the surroundings, and the stagnant water on the road contained excrement poured directly from the residents nearby. Hermione walked carefully, and she was considered the first person.
I have never seen such a bad road.
The police on both sides were heading to the warehouse location to clean up traces. Hermione came back from her thoughts and couldn't change it after thinking too much. She looked at the Augustus family.
There are wooden houses and sheds everywhere, and the people who live in them have returned. Some are looking out or leaning against the door to watch the police and Hermione passing by. These may add some conversation topics to their numb and mechanical work tomorrow. It is dim.
Under the kerosene lights, there is another scene of the city.
On the nearby piles, the homeless man who had just wandered away ran here. When he saw Hermione, he thought of the scene when he saw Hermione continuously condensing fireballs and filled with flames during the battle. He screamed in shock, "Ghost."
Ah! If you don’t come, you’re going to chase me.” He ran away, and a policeman next to him chased after him, saying something to the homeless man…
Hermione was speechless and touched herself. I haven't turned into a ghost yet! Then she pointed at the tramp and said, "Don't spread rumors. I'm not a ghost. I'm a human being. Otherwise you can see me."
After being notified by the police, the homeless man said nothing, walked aside, picked up a little girl, and left.
Hermione met Royce and Diego at the front. Since the two had relatively strong resistance and mostly suffered from colds and coughs, she sent her teammates to the rescue when the battle was over.
"I'm sorry for tonight. If it weren't for me, so many things wouldn't have happened tonight." Hermione sat on the carriage and said.
"Ahem, cough, cough, there are many accidents that we cannot predict, such as the evil god pollution that appeared tonight. If those powers are really allowed to come completely, the consequences may be more serious than now, but haven't we already stopped it?" Royce comforted.
"When we set foot on this road, we are already prepared to die at any time or unexpectedly. Many times I can't help myself. Many times we have to make choices. As Nighthawks, it is our responsibility to protect this place.
You don't have to blame yourself." Diego coughed a few times and said. Due to the characteristics of a psychic, his resistance is stronger.
"Yes! Besides, everyone is just infected with the disease. Let's just tie up a wild medicine man and bring him back to cure it. I remember there is one in Pulitzer, right! Diego, I registered one before." Royce He made a joke at the right time and said, "For such a big thing, people from above will be sent to watch. As for the punishment agent, just ask His Excellency the Bishop of Canterbury to come for support. Don't worry too much."
"Thank you, I will be more careful in the future." Hermione seemed to cheer up again.
At Leeds Hospital, looking at his teammates lying in the ward, Voss, who was sniffing next to him, estimated that he would become 007 during this period. Simms and Fernando went directly back to their respective headquarters to report the archived information, and the injured of the Punisher went. Another hospital.
Royce took the medicine and walked over with Hermione, "How's it going, old man?"
"It's not good! Although it's not life-threatening, the doctor said it will take half a month to recuperate. Now there is a shortage of manpower. The criminal who escaped before has not been found yet!" Voss picked up the hot water and took a sip. .
"That's all we can do now. We'll collect intelligence first. I guess there won't be any unreasonable guy coming to make trouble during this period. The Bishop of Canterbury's appearance here has already solved a lot of things. Diego is going to find the pharmacist."
"I almost forgot, pharmacists are a good thing. If you can find one, they can solve many problems."
"Then we will go back first. If you have any questions, please contact us in time."
After saying goodbye, Hermione and Royce walked out of the hospital and hired a simple carriage to ride home.
The morning light has emerged in the east, and the small vendors on the street are opening their doors, and horse-drawn carriages are passing by with dewy vegetables. Factory workers and textile workers are walking towards the factory. Most of them are wearing shabby and mended clothes. Their overwork has worn out their clothes. The face does not match the actual age.
"Mr. Royce, are they like this every day?" Hermione had many questions about the place she was in now, which was similar but not the same.
"Yeah, if they didn't, they wouldn't be able to support themselves."
Hermione thought that since she woke up, she had been relying on the people she met, which was very dangerous and very lucky. The memory of the union stayed there more than a thousand years ago, and she didn't remember many of them. It seemed that she hadn't gotten to know them seriously. this world.
As the carriage continued to move forward, a little girl suddenly ran out of the crowd on the street and lay down on the car where Hermione and Royce were sitting.
"Sister, save me, my mother is going to sell me to someone else."
Hermione was stunned for a moment. She looked familiar. Are you looking for me?
"What's going on?" he blurted out, "I almost spoke the wrong language."
When the groom saw it, he scolded the little girl to let her go and was about to whip her away.
Hermione asked the groom to stop first, and Royce nodded to Hermione to understand the situation.
Hermione looked at the little girl. Her skinny cheeks were slightly sunken, her hair was withered, her body was thin, and she was wearing an old dress that was yellowed and wrinkled. The little girl was emotionally unstable, trembling a little, and kept pleading.
Hermione lifted the little girl onto the carriage and realized that she was so light that she felt almost like skin and bones.
"Hello, can you tell me your name? My name is Hermione."
Hermione held the little girl's hands and asked about the little girl. Those hands made Hermione feel that they were not what a child should have at all. They were full of roughness and scars.
"My name is Eliza Taylor, can you help me? Sister Hermione, I don't want to go to that terrible place."
The little girl said with tears, and the man behind her was cursing and approaching quickly.
