�Hey, it�s Mr. Albas.�

A man whose eyes were dead enough to be considered a corpse was dragging a cart full of rotten food.

�I am my husband�s friend.�God, how can a person do that����.�

The Alba she remembers was a huge one that weighed over 100 kilograms just a month ago.

�Can you call me?�

Desperate to find her husband, Verdi�s mother plucked up the courage and stepped out of the shadows.

�Mr. Albas.�Mr. Albas.�

Albas, who hadn�t even turned his head, suddenly came to his senses and looked back with a shocked expression.

�Mardel?�how are you here����.�

Putting down the handle of the cart, he quickly ran to her left and right and grabbed her by the shoulder.

�it�s crazy?�Where do you come from here?�Go home quickly!�

�What about your husband?�Haven�t you seen my husband?�

Albas finally found Verdi crying and a stranger holding her hand.

�I�ll be thrilled.�Are you here to save me?�

�that�s right.�This one will protect us.�Mr. Albas will also leave.�

Albas lowered his head sullenly.

�Give up.�I don�t know what kind of person this brother is, but Baseto can�t go back anymore.�Just raise Verdi well.�Please tell my family the same.�

�You can�t come back!�I hope my husband����!�

Sirone stopped talking.

�What are you doing here?�

Perhaps, in order to survive here, he would have lived by blocking the thought.

Albas, who was choosing the words to answer, finally realized what he was doing and his face turned pale.

�I don�t know.�I don�t know either.�

Albas covered his face and sobbed.

�Here����The devil lives there.�

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�Go in quickly!�I want to die!�

At the heart of North Eymond�s 48th Military Facility, a group of soldiers were threatening workers with knives drawn.

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