Tonight in Yodun is a night with fans and thunder.
This port city has experienced a lot of turmoil, but as time passes, the depressive atmosphere has not eased.
Although ultra-nationalism has not continued to spread to the north, the unscrupulous and brutal persecution continues in the city of Yotun.
No foreigner could sleep peacefully, and pickets would still break into residents' homes from time to time, raiding and massacring the homes of Nippurs, Sarcens and other foreign residents.
Not only that, the situation has gradually gotten out of control, and it was even exposed that as a Lugao man, he was also invaded and robbed by pickets.
In this regard, the reason given by the pickets was - to drive away the despicable invaders of the Gordon Kingdom and to unite with the outside world.
Gordon is the official enemy of the Greybean Empire, and the two sides often have frictions. Therefore, the Lugao people living in the Greybean Empire are at war, even if these Lugao people have settled in the empire for generations.
Useless.
It was windy and rainy tonight. Outside a large house on the outskirts of the city, serious guards raised their guns to drive away a group of pickets who tried to break in.
"Get out of here! This is not a place you can search. You are a bunch of idiots..."
Snapped!
The gunfire was drowned in the thunder, and the three pickets outside said disdainfully: "I heard that this is the mansion of Gaton Hawkins. He is not a Bain, but a Koman."
"You don't care what kind of blood our master is, get the hell out of here right now!" The number of guards is about the same as that of the pickets. Once the two sides exchange fire, it will definitely be a lose-lose situation.
"Since he is a native ethnic group of Remanland, we will not make things difficult for him. Besides, he is also an official of the Information Agency..." said the leader of the picket team.
The guard became even more angry after hearing this: "Knowing the identity of Mr. Gaton, how dare you break in here?"
The leader of the picket team pointed to a thin carriage next to him and said: "But we found that he received a strange woman tonight. We just wanted to confirm that Mr. Gatton did not take in anyone from Nippur."
"My husband is seriously ill in bed. He just hired a doctor from a private clinic outside. Does this need to be approved by your picket team? Who do you think you are?" the guard spat and cursed.
…
When the guards and pickets were confronting each other outside the mansion, inside the mansion, the sound of violent wind and rain was blocked out by the good building materials, making it quiet and comfortable.
There is a large bedroom on the third floor. A smokeless charcoal fire is burning in the fireplace in the bedroom. The heat permeates the entire room, making you want to take off all your extra clothes.
However, at this moment, a painful howl resounded throughout the house.
There was a twisted body on the soft mattress that was struggling constantly. His hands and feet were tied, and he could only howl in pain, venting his own fear in a horrifying voice.
The one who howled was an old man. He was wearing silk pajamas and was soaked with cold sweat. His eyes seemed to pop out, and his pupils were full of deep fear.
A servant was originally holding him down, but he was kicked away by his crazy struggle. Now only the "doctor" invited from outside is sitting on the bedside to accompany him, the closest to him.
Even the old man's relatives and children could only gather outside the door, trembling and looking at everything in the house.
The so-called "doctor" turned out to be a woman with short hair.
Her facial features are exquisite, as if carefully carved by a sculptor, and her skin is fair and soft, as delicate as a newborn baby.
She wore a tight-fitting black dress with a long collar, and the sleeves and neck were embroidered with white lace.
"It's happening..." The woman opened her lips slightly and stared at the lady and two children outside the door.
The mother and son were so frightened that they turned to look at the woman with longing eyes.
"give it to me!"
The woman stood up and closed the door to the room. She motioned to the people outside to go away and not to interfere with the subsequent "treatment".
Then, she walked up to the old man who kept twisting his body and looked at him without any pity in her eyes.
"This is fear... fatality, Mr. Gatton..." the woman said calmly, "Although you are unconscious now, I know very well that you can hear what I am saying..."
After saying that, the woman walked to the cabinet next to her, picked up the silver kettle on top, poured the wine inside into the same silver cup, picked it up and took a sip.
She was calm and calm, and seemed not to care about her employer's life at all.
"Well... maybe only rich people of your class are qualified to taste such wine..."
The woman put down the silver pot, stretched, and then continued the topic.
"Let me introduce myself first, Mr. Gaton Hawkins... My name is Abigail Gerstaf Herman, a freelance writer, not a doctor in a private clinic... In fact, it is difficult for you to
The empire found female doctors, who were only allowed to work as nurses..."
The old man's body arched up on the bed, shouting in extreme fear, but the ropes at the head and foot of the bed restrained him, preventing him from making more violent movements.
Abigail continued: "I know that you are a seer, and you have not reported it to the Velen Police Bureau, so you are an illegal person... But it doesn't matter. With your status and official position, even if the Police Bureau knows about it, it will not
I dare to do anything to you without permission, but..."
Abigail said and paused here.
"It's just that you forgot that the seer is always under threat of death, and you are already in the early stages of a fatal attack of 'fear'. If no one saves you, you will definitely go crazy tonight, or
Die..."
Today, Abigail is so cold and calm even when discussing death, her temperament has completely changed.
"You must be curious why the personal doctor your family hired turned into a woman like me, and I am not a doctor at all but a writer. But that doesn't matter, you just need to know that I am the only one who can save you now.
That’s all you need.”
Abigail approached the other party's bedside again, then stretched out her hand, and the five fingers suddenly turned into five tiny tentacles, wrapping around Gaton's body.
"I'm here to make a deal with you. If you're interested... Well, let me think about what you should do... Let's do this. If you're interested, just blink twice. If you don't agree, just say no.
actions..."
Mortally trapped, Mr. Gatton blinked quickly, twice.
Abigail showed a satisfied smile, and then said: "Very good, Mr. Gatton, then I will leave you a piece of fanatical ghost fire, which can help you get through the current situation...and I need you to help me
All you do is agree to approve my works so that they can be published and circulated throughout the empire, including publishing books and newspapers, and then fueling my publicity. How about it? Is the deal done?"