Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 235 The Scalper and the Innocent

Chapter 235 The Scalper and the Innocent

"The Backlund smog."

"I actually wanted everyone in Backlund, regardless of class, to feel this 'unpleasantness,' but that doesn't align with the goddess's teachings. As a believer, I won't go against the goddess's will, nor do I want to actively spread suffering. So let Backlund remember this day."

"Remember this lesson."

Having come this far, Xia Er is very clear about his true nature. His true nature is the tradition of his hometown: "an ordinary lower class who became a landlord after the rebellion." His change of mindset was very smooth, without any complicated feelings of worthy or unworthy.

At this point, there was less of an extreme. As ordinary Chinese people, they were nothing more than those same characteristics, such as believing in their own luck when drawing lots, and inexplicably becoming advisors who could dictate the course of history at certain times.

Of course, Xia Er had reflected on his actions. He had considered whether he was unworthy of his position, lowering the standard and average level of the true god, or whether he was simply a lucky person caught in the wave of the times, brought to a height he couldn't control, and who could fall and die at any moment.

Or it might be swallowed up by the surrounding cold wind.

He did have these necessary reflections, after all, it's lonely at the top, and he didn't want to be laughed at by his peers for being a mere figurehead.

However, when Xia Er actually arrived at the summit, he discovered that the group of guys there weren't exactly serious either.

The more realistic and accomplished "time traveler" predecessor, Roselle, seems to prove that they are all Chinese, and their underlying nature is actually quite similar. Even if they say "The Taste of the Witch" is really good, do they not watch porn in private?

Klein's clean, rational, and untainted lifestyle, which avoided despicable acts, seemed more respectable.

But Chael still chose not to study.

Now, he can do whatever he wants. He's already become a dragon, so why should he try to be a hero and worry about his morals and burdens?

As one of the driving forces behind the Backlund smog, he lowered his eyes slightly, describing it as a lesson for Backlund, an attitude...

Indeed arrogant.

So what?

If a real natural disaster doesn't occur, it won't just be a lesson learned.

Edsack couldn't detect any complex or pitying emotions in his teacher's tone. He sighed inwardly, perhaps feeling that he was not mature enough, or perhaps that his teacher, like his father, was too cold-hearted. In the end, he didn't say anything more, left the room, and went to deal with his own affairs.

His responsibility is to stand up and condemn the stubborn elements who are hindering reform when the royal family steps in to deal with the chaos. He is the king's mouthpiece. After all, he is just a third prince and doesn't expect those stubborn elements to give him any support. He just needs to speak from the perspective of the middle class and common people.

As time passed, the Witch of Despair, dressed in a white robe, appeared on the streets of the East District.

Above us was a hazy, dim crimson hue obscured by clouds and fog, and below us lay filthy, nauseatingly foul-smelling streets.

Because of the factory owners' last-ditch efforts before the enactment of labor and environmental protection laws, a thick yellow haze permeated every part of Backlund, combining with the local climate to make it cold and damp, causing discomfort to the throat just by breathing.

Even in the East District, the streets are sparsely populated at night. The few pedestrians who do appear on the road are either wearing blue masks or covering their mouths and noses with their clothes or handkerchiefs, clearly not wanting to inhale the smog or air that looks disgusting.

"Ha, even if the angels of the church came, they would have to be more serious to achieve this effect."

The Desperate Lady looked around with a mocking smile on her face, then walked out of the alley and into the street, her steps slow, as if she were wandering in a sea of ​​mist.

Where she walked, the dark yellow fog seemed to deepen, taking on a slightly iron-black hue, playing the most terrifying melody for this nightmare.

The first dead person appeared very quickly.

A homeless man in a tattered jacket, who was passing by, coughed and collapsed to the ground.

His life was very simple, starting in poverty. He entered the factory at a very young age, and after witnessing his peers, who were crammed into the narrow prefab houses with him, die one by one, he finally couldn't suppress his fear and fled the factory.

After that, he did all sorts of jobs in his life: dockworker, petty pickpocket, but he never stayed in any of them for long.

Unemployment struck him as punctually as the bells of the docks. He entered and left factories time and time again, but ultimately chose to wander.

Because of this decision, he lived longer than his peers, although he was still poor and destitute.

The living conditions in the East District were very poor. His childhood experience in a shady factory had long ago left him with health problems, and he has been suffering from lung disease ever since.

Now, he has fallen, unable to survive the winter, dying quietly in this historical event that will be remembered.

A thick fog, a mixture of iron black and dark yellow, enveloped the eastern district, the dock area, and the factory area that continued to emit fog. It spread to every corner of Backlund. Workers died while working overtime or in their sleep, ending their lives one or two years early, ending their fate of never being able to escape the factory.

One by one, the poor felt distressed, and one by one, the homeless showed expressions of fear on their faces.

The Witch of Despair showed no expression, even though she had once been one of these people.

She glanced regretfully in the direction of Queens and the West End, regretting that her abilities were limited. The factory areas with the heaviest smog were far from the aristocratic and wealthy areas, so she couldn't spread the disaster to those who were enjoying themselves or were about to enjoy themselves immediately.

The three major churches were ultimately a step too slow to react. The visibility in Backlund was too poor, and the witch's plague spread mixed with the smog, preventing them from reacting immediately.

But they will eventually realize what's happening.

At this time, people like Hugh DeCharle, Sherlock Moriarty, and Audrey Hall were using their channels to transmit dangerous signals to various churches. Once the churches received the messages, they would immediately report to the archbishop stationed at the church and try to find a solution to the problems they encountered.

My hands are also stained with the blood of innocent people.

Chael stood by the window, looking at the faint crimson glow shining through the mist onto her hands.

Is this considered dirtying one's hands? They could have simply stayed out of it, or remained pure and stood on the side of justice to stop it all?

"Night is always melancholy; before the new storm arrives, dawn should break."

Xia Er withdrew her hand and saw a golden sun rising in the sky as night fell.

Golden sunlight pierced through the thick fog, carrying a sacred and purifying power.