Miss Rebecca and the other four adult passengers were using their own magic to maintain the temperature of the two carriages. Even so, the children were still forced to hug each other for warmth.
Many of them were sobbing softly, a few were praying devoutly, and more were looking out the window in despair.
Xing Ze was more worried about the children's mental condition than the cold. They were tortured by fear, and their sadness continued to intensify with the screams outside, which continued to eat away at hope.
I'm afraid it won't be long before the people in the car will have a mental breakdown. Just as Cecil said, they will all die here, not by external force, but by drowning in despair by their own hands.
He is a good man. This is the conclusion that a rescued boy made to Xing Ze. The poor boy had his legs broken by human traffickers so that he could be easily sold to a begging organization.
Xing Ze didn't agree with his point of view, but now, he really needed to do something to save the people on this train.
He squeezed through the crowd and came to Lady Rebecca. The elderly lady's face was pale and her lips were purple, which was a symptom of excessive use of magic.
Not far from her left hand, a man with blond hair wearing a plaid gown was also struggling to support herself.
Even if the magic suppression curse is eliminated, it is extremely difficult to gather magic power to raise the temperature in this weather. The low temperature has caused an imbalance in the magic elements, and there is almost no usable fire element around.
Xing Ze looked around, and soon he found two familiar figures in the crowd.
"Cedric, Percy, come here," he called.
When they arrived, Xing Ze took out the drying yellow charms from his bag and handed them to the two of them, "Put these on the floor. They can make the temperature rise."
Cedric nodded and reached out to take the yellow talisman. Percy was in a daze, with most of his attention drifting to the window.
"We will die." He murmured in a low voice, "There is no hope... We can't win..."
Xing Ze let Cedric go first, then he snapped his fingers in front of the lost prefect's face, "Hey, Percy, concentrate, your three brothers are still in the car."
Percy woke up from a dream, his eyes were red, and he took the yellow talisman with slightly trembling hands.
"Listen, kid." Xing Ze put his hand on his shoulder, "You won't die, I promise you."
In addition to violent interrogation, lying is also Xing Ze's specialty. He is confident that he will look extremely sincere at this moment.
He did. Patsy took two deep breaths. The cold air made him cough a few times. He didn't say anything, stood up and followed Cedric.
Mrs. Rebecca opened her slightly closed eyes. She saw the young man in front of her clearly and sighed: "You shouldn't lie to him. Our situation..."
"They need hope, madam, even if it's just a lie." Xing Ze interrupted her, "Also, I don't think you should continue to consume magic power. If you continue like this, you will die."
Mrs. Rebecca looked around at the children around her. She hesitated, and then Xing Ze spoke again: "Those yellow talismans are like magic scrolls. They will raise the temperature of the carriage."
She then put down the wand in her hand, and then said apologetically: "That voice, I tried my best, but it keeps..."
"I know, Madam, leave the rest to me. You need to rest for a while." Xing Ze helped Mrs. Rebecca sit on the ground and crossed her name off the list of suspects in his mind.
It can be seen that this lady really likes children.
The drying yellow charm has worked, the carpet has regained its softness, and the temperature in the carriage is slowly rising.
This can last about an hour, maybe only half an hour, but it's enough to restore the power module and all that's left is to prevent the monster from approaching the train.
"Don't go, child!" Mrs. Rebecca grabbed Xing Ze's hand. She probably saw Xing Ze's intention, "Don't go, you will die outside."
"They can't hold it anymore, ma'am, the shield hasn't been opened yet, someone has to do something." Xing Ze never thought that he was a good person, but at least he had to have a bottom line. He ignored the old man's dissuasion and stood up and walked towards the car.
Go to the door.
Contrary to expectations, someone blocked Xing Ze's way, it was the blond man. He had a smile on his face, leaned to one side, folded his hands on his chest, and put one leg across the middle of the car door.
"Drying scrolls is really clever. Where did you get so many scrolls?" He asked Xing Ze with a smile, without any intention of getting out of the way.
"First of all, that's not a scroll, it's a yellow talisman." Xing Ze stopped, "Besides, everyone has a mother who loves to worry."
"Aha, I like your humor." The blond man stretched out his hand, "My name is Reko."
Xing Ze hesitated for a moment and shook his hand gently, "Xing Ze." He replied.
"From the East?"
"Yes. If you don't mind, I have to go out."
"Where to go? Outside?" Reko turned to look outside. "This is not a good weather to go out, sir."
Xing Ze narrowed his eyes, lowered his face and asked, "Why don't you just tell me, what do you want to do?"
"We want to be with you."
The serious voice came from behind Xing Ze. He turned around and saw that the person speaking was a fair-skinned young lady with short brown hair and ruby-like pupils that added a bit of enchantment to her unsmiling face.
"You want to go out with me?"
The brown-haired lady nodded: "You can't deal with Novel Ke alone. We do have an adventurous plan, but we lack manpower."
"Nover what?"
Reko chuckled lightly, "Novo Ke, the name of that monster, to be precise, it's just a close pronunciation. Human vocal cords cannot pronounce its name accurately."
Looking at the two strangers who spoke so seriously, Xing Ze's face was full of suspicion. After so many things happened, it was really difficult for him to trust the people on the train.
Probably seeing his suspicion, Reko shrugged his shoulders and said to his companion: "I told you, Edwin, he won't believe it. He is just like the British."
"You are British too, Recco." the red-eyed lady reminded.
"That's different. I'm from Scotland and am an orthodox Scotsman."
"I don't have the energy to argue with you about this. Think of a way. Reko, you are a poet. Use your expertise to convince him."
"Don't insult the poet, Miss Edwin, I'm not a lobbyist, I'm a poet!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity for the two to quarrel, Xing Ze weighed it in his mind, and soon interjected: "What are your plans?"
The two of them closed their mouths at the same time. Reko's face was full of surprise. He said cheerfully: "Sir, have you heard of Tussel's Flame Explosion Spell?"
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Xing Ze estimated the approximate location of the black shadow through the window. The suppressing spell was lifted, and he planned to use Apparition to go directly there.
This is a profound magic, the user must be highly concentrated and ensure that the destination can be clearly presented in the mind, otherwise, it will lead to catastrophic consequences.
The plan of the German scholar and the Scottish poet was full of loopholes. God knows why he believed in those two people. Blind desire to survive? Desperation with no way out? Or maybe he just gave it a try like a gambler?
Xing Ze reached out and touched the trembling wand in his pocket. His originally irritable heart was a little more worried. The shining cube-shaped octahedron was eager to get close to the monster. Are they connected?