Chapter 428: Ruins
Horn blinked. He could not recognize the witch in front of him after she washed and put on makeup.
The rose from the Megdi Chamber of Commerce came slowly. She stretched out her hands to tuck her long brown hair behind her ears, leaving a few strands of hair hanging down from her temples.
The figure-eight hairstyle revealed a smooth forehead. Although Catherine applied light blush to the cheekbones and tried to cover it up with orange and pink blush and rose lipstick, it was still covered up. The pale face and lips could not help but look haggard.
Different from Jeanne's hurried trot, Carrie's calm and steady stride, or Shiloh's flat stride, Catherine's walking posture is an elegant lady's walk.
Her back was straight, and she looked ahead with a smile on her face. She was extremely smooth and light as she walked.
According to some ceremonial courtiers, this gait allows a lady to run through Rogue Street in a long skirt without exposing her ankles. It is the most suitable gait for the daughters of barons, knights and urban aristocratic women.
The steps for ladies of high-ranking nobles (from earls to above) are even more different.
Because noble ladies cannot walk fast, and besides, they have to wear heavy gold and silver jewelry and various gemstones, so they can't walk around casually.
As she stepped, the long-sleeved black and purple brocade dress swayed, and the lace lining in the cuffs exposed when she lifted the skirt was still shaking.
Seeing Horn staring at her intently, Catherine puffed out her chest slightly and pushed up the gourd-shaped white silk tie on her chest. The round arcs were vaguely visible in the sliding silk.
“Does it look good?” Catherine asked this question out of nowhere when she walked up to Horn. She regretted it as soon as she asked. The tone of her words sounded like someone who had just taken a shower and put on new clothes. wife.
In fact, when she was washing just now, Catherine felt that she and Horn were a little too offended.
It was the first time for the two of them to meet, so it was very awkward to hug each other. How could they talk about messy old women?
Besides, this leader of the Salvation Army is not only her savior, but also the savior of Rapid City, and even the military security of Rapid City for a long time to come. She should be given enough respect.
The middle finger pinched the palm of her hand tightly, and Catherine stared at Horn with rare uneasiness. She felt rude and looked forward to Horn's answer.
Horn has honed these problems as early as the two girls in the Gulag: "I am face-blind and can't tell whether someone is beautiful or not."
Katherine subconsciously He pouted, then quickly switched to an elegant smile, and sat down next to Horn.
"Sir Horn, I'm sorry for being rude. On behalf of the Megdi Chamber of Commerce, I have to thank you for saving Rapids City."
"No, it was you who saved Rapids City. I just wanted to say Run away those coalition forces of nobles." Horn said sincerely, thinking of the long vine wall that blocked the church army that day and Catherine who was almost exhausted at that time.
Catherine shook her head: "Thank you very much for saving me. I won't embarrass you by force.
Find an opportunity to send me to Black Snake Bay. I happen to be managing the White Mountain Hermitage. The group of astrologers have elected me as their leader several times."
"Not now"
"Why?"
"I still need you. To unify the entire Rapid City with prestige, you are basically half of the founder of Rapid City, we need you.”
"But I think they won't listen to me anymore." Catherine raised her hand with a wry smile and pointed to herself with difficulty, "I am a witch..."
"You are a saint! Anyone who dares to say that you are a witch is committing the crime of aiding the devil. Anyone who dares to commit the crime of aiding the devil will lose his head!" Horn said decisively, "You have saved the lives of so many innocent people. This is what a witch can do. "I..."
"Could a person who created so much wealth and allowed countless people to have enough food and live in good houses to be a witch?" Can a person who sacrifices himself for the people be a witch?"
Horn sneered: "The world has been deceived by the devil. The witch has no reason, but the priest has reason. This kind of identity politics is too much. Dirty.”
Being interrupted, Catherine sniffed, but she wasn't very angry. Instead, she had a strange feeling of inexplicable grievance.
Originally, Catherine accepted being bitten by the citizens, but for some reason, when Horn said this, she felt a sense of grievance that she had never felt before.
"You can rest in peace and recuperate first. I have asked Armand to work for you in the city." Horn looked at Catherine in front of him, her thick and slender eyelashes were flashing sadly, "Don't worry , you will only be a saint."
Catherine shook her head lightly: "I know those citizens too well, they are not as easy to cheat as farmers..."
" Don't talk nonsense, when have I ever deceived people?" Looking at the briefing paper in his hand, Horn said without raising his head, "If I have deceived people, my head will fall off."
Seeing Horn's confident look, Catherine's complicated mood calmed down and she stared at the young man who was a round younger than herself quietly.
The two sat opposite each other for a long time before Catherine suddenly said: "I want to see the current Rapid City. Can you take me to see it?"
Horn closed After reading the briefing in his hand, he stared at Catherine's face for a long time before speaking: "Then you have to be mentally prepared."
"I can accept it."
Holding Catherine's arm, Huo En took her onto the terrace. The dazzling red light of the setting sun made Catherine squint her eyes after staying in the room for a long time.
But when she opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but feel suffocated.
The former Cathedral of Flowers was burned in the fire. The gilded bronze statue of Saint Shelley was knocked off the head by the knights who were too late to pull it away. The clear inner city river was extremely turbid, with broken wooden boards and cloth floating in it. Articles and even dead bodies.
The walls of most of the houses have peeled off, exposing the mottled walls. There are a few ignorant children hanging on the wooden frames, still laughing and joking.
But the civilian craftsmen wearing ragged clothes were not in such a good mood. They just cursed and cleared the broken rubble on the ground under the command of the Salvation Army.
The Rapids City under the setting sun is full of dilapidated scenes.
Is this still her Rapid City?
“At present, the port area of Rapid City is basically destroyed. The previous Red Dragon’s Breath Fire and the deliberate arson of the extraordinary knights, as well as the vine walls and street fighting... I have to say that most of the entire Rapid City has been turned into ruins. "
Looking at the tents in the streets and the refugees sleeping on the broken tiles, Horn took out his notebook and made two notes: "The current remaining infrastructure in Rapid City is estimated to be unable to accommodate the remaining 30,000 people. There are too many people, so you have to move at least nearly ten thousand people to other places."
"Holy Lord..." Catherine's fingers turned white as she grasped the railing, "Why is this happening? ..."
"But we won, didn't we?" Horn stroked Catherine's slightly trembling back: "Don't worry, as long as Rapid City is not destroyed and as long as people are still there, Rapid City will be rebuilt. That day.”
(End of this chapter)