December 31, night.

Dressed up, Audrey stood in the lounge, waiting for the start of the New Year's party, but from her expression, it was impossible to see the excitement, excitement and joy of the coming-of-age ceremony.

A newspaper was placed in front of her, which read: "...According to preliminary statistics, a total of more than 21,000 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent plague took away nearly 40,000 people. Young children, robust young men and women..."

Phew, Audrey couldn't help closing her eyes.

At this moment, her father, Earl Hall, and mother, Lady Caitlin, knocked on the door and came in, praising at the same time: "You are more beautiful than everyone tonight, baby, it's time to go out, the queen is waiting for you."

Audrey exhaled slowly, showing an elegant and bright smile, and accompanied by her father and mother, she walked out of the lounge and entered the party hall.

She walked all the way to the frontmost high platform, and in the astonishing eyes, she handed the hand of the elbow-length gauze glove to the queen.

The queen led her to the edge of the high platform, facing all the guests.

After a slight pause, the queen smiled and said, "Although this is a dark period in Backlund's history, we still have a gem that can illuminate the entire city, her wisdom, her beauty, her character, and her etiquette , are impeccable.

"Today, I will officially introduce her to you.

"Miss Audrey Hall."

boom! boom! boom!

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks blasted into the sky, blasting out pieces of dreamy light one after another.

On the evening of the last day of 1349, Audrey officially came of age in a social sense.

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Afternoon of January 3, 1350.

On the outskirts of the Eastern District, in a newly opened cemetery,

Klein used divination to find the graves of the old Kohler and Liv's mother and daughter.

This is not a grave in the true sense, but a cabinet for storing urns, one after another, row after row, overlapping one after another.

Standing there, Klein saw that not only was there no photo and epitaph on the old Kohler's cabinet, but even his name was missing.

Similar situations are not uncommon. There are too many unowned ashes here whose relatives and friends cannot be found. No one knows what they were called, what they looked like, and what kind of experience they had. Interest, only the number on the cabinet can distinguish them.

Klein closed his eyes, took out a post-it note, shook it into pieces of iron, and carved a word on the cabinet door: "Kohler."

Then, he added the epitaph: "He is a good worker. He once had a wife and a pair of children. He worked hard to live."

Withdrawing his wrist and flicking it, the black-haired, brown-eyed Klein with a thin face made the paper burn in his hand, as if paying homage to all the souls here.

For Daisy who lost her mother and sister, he did not come forward to help directly, but wrote anonymously to reporter Mike Joseph, describing the plight of the girl in detail, so as not to implicate the other party in his own affairs.

Reporter Mike has met Daisy, knows about her, and enthusiastically promotes the establishment of the corresponding charity fund. Therefore, Klein believes that he will help Daisy get more assistance so that she can complete her basic studies and find sufficient A stable job to support yourself.

Taking two steps back, Klein looked around, and saw only the names and photos of the victims, and even the victims who didn't have these.

He raised his head, exhaled slowly, turned around, and left the cemetery.

On the steam train bound for Backlund, Melissa read the textbook intently, while Benson quickly chatted with the passengers around him.

"It's too expensive, it's too expensive, a whole 10 soli, half a pound!" A man in his thirties sighed from the bottom of his heart, "If it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't buy third-class seats and boat tickets recently, I wouldn't have I won�t spend this money, it�s equivalent to most of my weekly salary!� JrNovels.com