Chapter 205 Shilov's Theater
"Good morning, Ms. Shilov." Giles, who was holding the washbasin, showed an expression of surprise and smiled at Shilov who was going out.
Giles just re-entered the Mechanical Palace as Shilov's maid today. Some time ago, she just recovered from the Holy Favored Disease and got the flu again.
The little girl lost seven or eight pounds, and her originally thin face became somewhat sunken.
"Good morning, Giles." Shilov nodded towards Giles with a cold face, her tail wagging leisurely, "I have adjusted my schedule."
"Yes, I finally saw you in the morning." Giles put the washbasin on the shelf, with a few petals of freesia soaked in the hot water.
With Ah Fu's prompting, Shilov first picked up the potion and rinsed her mouth, then reached out and picked up the hot water and started washing her face.
After finishing everything, she scraped a small bottle with her fingers, pressed it on her lips, and sipped hard: "Giles, is my lipstick crooked?"
< br>"It's not crooked, it looks great, madam." Giles looked at Shilov's delicate lips with envy.
Applying these cosmetics is a skill that ladies must learn. At least this is what grandma taught Shilov, and it is also written in the book.
Even though Shilov didn't have to face anyone before, she still insisted on putting on makeup every morning.
“Do you want to eat breakfast in the lobby?”
Hearing Giles’ words, Shilov felt a little nostalgic. She put her big tail on her knees: “No, let’s eat on the terrace. , Ah Fu, let’s go to the terrace.”
The butler Ah Fu, who still had the big bump on his head, nodded blankly and pushed Shilov’s wheelchair towards the terrace, while Giles walked over. The railing of the second floor corridor.
“Ms. Shilov said we are going to eat on the terrace, so please bring breakfast over.”
Standing in front of the large door of the terrace, Shilov was a little scared. The reason why she didn't get up during the day was not only to recharge the gear, but also because she was afraid of seeing the ruins.
The silence of a palace was enough for her, and she didn't want to see the silence of an entire ruin.
"Ma'am?" Giles held the dinner plate and curiously asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Shilov's tail tightened: "It's nothing, Gil. Si, could you please open the door for me? "
"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot about you..." Giles put the dinner plate aside and opened the patio door.
The clammy air rushed into the room.
The cold wind blew the hair on Shilov's forehead, but she seemed to be stunned and motionless.
In the small town that was originally in ruins, dozens of smokes actually rose, and the cold wind was bringing the strong smell of fireworks from a distance to her nose.
Mixed with the smell of fireworks are the increasingly clear noises of people, the noise of children, and Werther's shouts at the top of his lungs as he directs the pulley crane.
These voices entered the room behind the terrace from a distant place and swirled around Shilov's head.
Shilov couldn't wait to turn her wheelchair to the edge of the balcony railing.
The raindrops on the eaves fell into the collar of her silk and linen pajamas, but she seemed not to feel anything.
In the three days of adjusting to the time difference, the ruins next to the original white gate of the town were cleared away and replaced by a dozen buildings with various signs.
The lower half of these buildings are extremely old, while the upper half are extremely new. This inconsistency is unique.
But in addition to this inconsistency, they are also consistent. They are almost arranged in a straight line. All illegal buildings on the street have been demolished by Horn.
This was the first advice Witt gave Horn.
“This is really, this is really...”
Shilov grabbed the handrail of the terrace, and there were rare different emotions on her ice-sculpted face.
Giles stood behind Shilov, looking at Shilov's back with a smile. Shilov's gaze moved forward along the main road of the town, and he could see hardworking masons on almost every broken wall.
Carrying newly prepared mortar, they piled stones layer by layer onto the half-remaining wall, while some strong women carried some tree branches and garbage on poles to the outside of the city.
Beside the firewood house outside the city, dozens of strong men dismantled and sorted the rotten furniture, and finally split the pieces that could not be reused into firewood sticks.
Under General Dong’s roar, the small town in the ruins gradually took shape.
You know, Shilov didn't want to wake up during the day because she was afraid of seeing the town.
The houses collapsed there, overgrown with weeds, and it was a completely dead place. Even the last breath of life was swallowed up by the long-haired undead.
However, in this desolate land, smoke, houses, and residents seemed to jump out from the gaps in the ruins like weeds, filling Shilov's sight.
Retreating silently, Shilov's wolf ears stood up and her tail waggled comfortably and leisurely.
“Giles, put the dinner plate on that small table.”
Shilov’s breakfast was not as exquisite as her makeup, just a plate of wheat bread, two sticks of blood Just intestines, a few vegetable leaves and a fried egg.
But looking at the scenery in front of her, she still ate with relish.
Early in the morning, rice cracker porridge and fish soup began to be cooked in temporary work sheds outside and inside the city.
Although Horn worked hard to produce salt, he still couldn't keep up with the speed of fishing. The excess fresh fish was left to waste, and it naturally entered the mouths of these temporary masons.
These refugees simply couldn't believe that even though it was just a bowl of fish soup, the rivers and streams belonged to the lord's empire, and this kind of meat could only be eaten during the Winter Advent or New Year's Day.
You must know that the lords would rather sell the products from rivers and streams to the market for money or even let them rot, rather than give them to the common people or refugees.
Because if the civilian refugees are allowed to eat fish arbitrarily, they will be full, and they will have random thoughts when they are full, and they will not be able to work well for the lords.
"One, two, three, four!"
A voice close at hand drew Shilov's attention back from the distance.
Under the terrace, dozens of elders and senior members of the Salvation Army are undergoing disciplinary training. Although they are still running crookedly, they are much better than before.
But Horn's training for them didn't stop there. After that, they had to go to the military camp for classes every week, and even studied writing together every night.
"Good morning, Shilov."
Jeanne, who was supervising the running of these bishops and elders, waved to Shilov.
Although there was a slight conflict at the beginning, because Shirov and Jeanne were both talkative, the relationship between the two quickly heated up during dinner time.
"Good morning, Jeanne, and Madeleine..." Shilov remembered the faces and names of all the bishops and senators, and even the names of all the guards, maids and child soldiers in the Mechanical Palace.
However, those bishops and elders all had grimaces on their faces and could hardly breathe, let alone reply.
That’s great, that’s great.
I have never seen such vivid scenes in Shilov's mechanical stage play, let alone so many characters.
They were so close that she could feel their warm breath.
When she hugged those dolls, it was even colder than usual if it was winter, and cooler than usual if it was summer.
But real people, even in winter, are still warm when hugged.
"Okay, I've finished eating." Wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, Shilov turned her wheelchair and walked towards the hall, "Mr. Horn prepared such a beautiful stage play for me , I can’t look at it in vain, was the water pump assembled yesterday?”
(End of this chapter)