The whistle sounded from far to near, arriving at the capital passenger terminal of the Greybean Empire in the Western Continent.
The soft sunlight passes through the hollows in the ceiling and shines on the large clock hanging on the platform. People are pushing up and down the carriages, hauling luggage, and bathing in the rising steam.
Among the people passing by the platform, there was a neatly dressed gentleman wearing a top hat. As he passed by, he noticed a thin lady struggling to push her suitcase out of the car door.
Seeing that she was about to fall, the man quickly stepped forward to help her and offered to help her carry her luggage out.
However, when he accidentally saw half of the woman's face covered with bandages, he was immediately shocked.
"Hug...I'm sorry...I, I forgot something, I'm sorry."
The man who originally wanted to strike up a conversation ran away, and the lady he supported was none other than Abigail, who had returned to the capital Velen.
Too much time passed, and Abigail looked up at the beam of light falling overhead. Under the interference of the air, it turned into a bright Tyndall effect, which was beautiful and beautiful.
Such weather was like a long-lost friend to her, comforting her suffering heart and bringing tears to her eyes.
She seemed to see a rainbow in the beam of light. As for the unpleasant man just now, it was not important at all.
"I'm back……"
Abigail said to herself.
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Leaving Jotun, a place full of nationalism and right and wrong, Abigail felt that she had left savagery and stepped into civilization.
She walked on the street, took the tram, and returned to her original residence on Thorn Street, where she planned to stay.
However, accidents never bring good things, and her house was actually occupied by someone else.
"Who are you?" The person who opened the door was a young man, disheveled, staring at Abigail with strange eyes.
There was another young man lying on the bed in the room without any clothes on. Both of them were men.
Abigail stood outside the door, looking at each other in surprise.
She did not argue with the tenant who suddenly appeared, but went directly to find the landlord.
"I...I heard others say that you have been..." The landlord is a fat woman. She has obviously not paid much attention to the situation of Yodun. The color of her head is purple, which means alienation or rejection and uneasiness.
Abigail didn't want to waste words with this kind of person, so she directly stretched out her hand and said to her in a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Please return the rent to me..."
Abigail is a long-term tenant. She pays a full year's rent at once, and the lease term is far from over.
The woman in front of me rented the house to others without caring about her life or death. It was indeed very immoral.
The fat woman stammered, reluctantly went back to the house, took out the money, handed it back to Abigail, and choked her: "I still have a warehouse here, but even with a room like that I can't
I won’t rent it to you anymore, please get out of my sight quickly!”
The evil person got angry first, so a normal person would probably quarrel with her.
But Abigail really didn't have the energy to waste time here, so she pushed her suitcase and left without saying anything.
This was a bad start. As soon as she returned to Velen, she lost her place to live. Abigail was going to rent an apartment again, but her luggage was indeed a bit heavy, and one of the wheels was worn out, making it even harder to push.
She sat on her luggage to rest and looked helplessly at the people passing by on the street.
There were crowds of people outside the job advertisement posted on the roadside. A woman wearing a skirt and holding an umbrella passed by her and glanced at the bandages on Abigail's body with a curious look.
Judging from her dress, Abigail is out of tune with this traditional industrial city.
Suddenly, the woman stopped where she was and shouted in a surprised tone: "Abigail?!"
Abigail looked over with the same surprise. After careful confirmation, she recognized that it was one of her colleagues at Xinxing Newspaper.
The other party still recognized her, and the relationship between the two was quite good at first.
"Oh my God! What happened to you? Why were you fired from the newspaper?"
The female colleague stayed where she was and kept chatting with Abigail, and soon the other party figured out the overall situation at Yodon's side.
"It's so... so crazy! Fortunately, the madman's disease has not infected us." She was talking about those extreme national elements.
Abigail kept answering in short sentences to protect her battered voice.
At this time, the female colleague suddenly remembered something and said to Abigail: "Stephen is so pitiful. I didn't expect that he died in Yotun... Sorry, I didn't mean to mention words that made you sad, but
There is something I have to tell you for the sake of your relationship."
"What?" Abigail raised her head and looked at the other party in confusion.
The female colleague wiped the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief: "That's right, has Stephen told you about his Nippur ancestry?"
Abigail was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything for a long time.
"I remember someone mentioned... Stephen's mother also lives in Velen. She is from Nippur. If you want to visit her..."
Abigail's intact eye was filled with tears. She grabbed her female colleague's wrist and expressed her feelings eagerly.
An hour later, she pushed her suitcase with difficulty and appeared on the outskirts of Yashi Road.
The address the female colleague told her is here, and the house where Stephen's mother lives is in the most remote place.
Surrounded by dilapidated shacks, there were no other residents. The one-story bungalow was among them, surrounded by a small garden by a wooden fence.
This is very valuable in Velen, where every inch of land is precious. After all, Stephen's family is not aristocratic or wealthy.
Although it was surrounded by messy collapsed shacks, the house was quite delicately maintained, especially the plants in the garden.
All kinds of climbing plants are wrapped around the hedges and trellises of different thicknesses, and vigorously growing flowerpots are placed against the fences. The flowers inside are almost as tall as a person.
Before she even walked in, Abigail could smell the refreshing fragrance.
She was actually very worried, not knowing whether her unannounced visit would disturb the old woman. Moreover, she was even more afraid of reminding her of her dead son.
So, when Abigail stood outside the fence, she hesitated.
There was movement in the garden. It was obvious that the old woman was still living well. Abigail put her luggage somewhere and carefully looked inside through the gaps in the plants.
She saw the swaying chair and the gray-haired old man sitting on it.
The ball of thread rolled to the ground, and the other end was connected to a sweater knitted by the old woman.
She was humming softly and seemed to be in a good mood. This made it difficult for Abigail to connect with a mother who had lost her son.
For some reason, Abigail felt a little disappointed, because as an outsider, she could not let go of Stephen's death for a long time, and felt extremely painful every time she recalled it. However, on the contrary, Stephen's mother could not seem to mourn her son at all.
, she even doubted whether the other party knew that her child had died in Yodon.
Sighing, Abigail thought there was no need to disturb the mother, so she turned around and prepared to leave.
However, it is possible that she made some noise inadvertently, which caused Stephen's mother to hear it.
The old woman in the garden suddenly paused, then turned her head and looked in the direction of Abigail.
"Is anyone there?"
It was a very kind face with narrowed eyes.
"Sorry...sorry..."
Abigail knew that she had been discovered and thought there was no need to hide anymore, so she walked to the main entrance of the fence and looked into Stephen's mother's eyes.
Countless bitter words were brewing in her heart, but in the end she didn't say a word, because she found that there was a hint of surprise in the other person's eyes, and the old woman was as happy as if she had met a long-lost old friend.
Then, when she called Abigail, the latter's heart instantly sank to the bottom.