In Xia Ning's opinion, this small town is strange in every way, both advanced and backward, which is truly contradictory.
There are pickup trucks and wooden guns here, showcasing the achievements of modern technology, yet Greta is carrying an old-fashioned oil lamp.
Could the fog not only affect transportation and communication, but also restrict the power supply?
At night, Greta carefully led Xia Ning home along the narrow path.
She said somewhat awkwardly, "The situation in town is rather complicated right now. Please, Your Excellency, stay at my house for the time being."
Xia Ning remained noncommittal.
The fake gray mist incarnation, the real owl sister, knows nothing and goes wherever Xia Ning goes.
"Gurgle~ Gurgle~"
Before long, Xia Ning followed Greta to the town's tavern, which was still mainly made of wood.
The main theme is a classic and antique style, lacking reinforced concrete.
The first floor is temporarily closed; Greta's room is on the second floor.
Based on the surrounding architecture, this pub looks like it was moved from a Western movie set.
Xia Ning judged that they were probably not people who had lived here for generations, but rather people who had temporarily migrated here due to some change in circumstances. Because they were in a hurry and had limited resources, they could only use local materials to build wooden houses.
After the wooden house was built, they did not carry out any further modernization. It is possible that they did not intend to live there for long, but unexpected changes trapped them there.
Perhaps it's this thick fog, or perhaps something else entirely.
This completely alienated them from the times, as if time had stopped decades ago.
The black veil obscured Xia Ning's face, giving her an air of mystery.
Greta walked beside Xia Ning, her heart pounding. She felt that the turning point in her destiny had arrived.
Xia Ning easily caught Greta's expression, which couldn't hide anything.
This girl with red hair and playful freckles on her nose looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Given Xia Ning's understanding that Western children tend to mature earlier, Greta was probably even younger, only fifteen or sixteen.
Xia Ning recalled that when she was fifteen, she was exhausted from military training at school, and all she prayed for every day was for it to rain.
Indeed, the happiest time for a person is when they are young and naive.
Greta gave her room to Xia Ning, while she planned to spend the night in the storage room, thinking carefully about how to explain to her father when he woke up and found out she had brought a stranger home.
Xia Ning saw through the girl's dilemma but didn't say anything. She simply handed Greta a feather that belonged to her younger sister when Greta said goodbye.
Xia Ning said, "This is part of the gray fog. Keep it safe; it will be of great help to you in a critical moment."
Greta solemnly put away the owl's feathers. She first looked at Xia Ning, and then at the divine messenger standing on the windowsill.
My younger sister's eyes shone brightly in the darkness.
(`?Θ?′)
The younger sister noticed Greta looking at her and tilted her head.
Greta suddenly made up her mind and knelt down in front of Xia Ning and her sister with a thud.
Xia Ning instinctively tried to scoop her up and said to her: Girl, the Qing Dynasty is long gone!
At least she held back.
She is now part of feudal superstition.
Greta, her eyes red and choked with sobs, cried out, "Please save my mother! I'm willing to offer my soul!"
Greta's mother was recently "cursed," and her fate took a sharp turn for the worse from the moment she was bedridden.
To protect his family, the father was forced to join the militia.
As the owner of the town's only tavern, Greta's father was quite popular and influential among the residents. His defection indirectly changed the town's landscape.
Greta was unaware of the power struggles among the adults; all she knew was that her mother was dying, her father was depressed, and she couldn't help him in any way.
She didn't agree with her childhood friend Lauren's approach, but at least Lauren chose her own path.
Greta could no longer stay cooped up at home, waiting for fate to smile upon her.
The door of fate has opened a crack for her; the rest is up to her to fight for.
Xia Ning doesn't need Greta's soul; what she needs is trust, and for the natives to personally issue her an identity card.
“I accept your request,” Xia Ning placed her hand on Greta’s head. “When the fog rolls in, I will send my blessings to your mother, the second person.”
Greta, the second servant of God, was moved to tears.
Xia Ning remained calm and collected. As soon as Greta left, she immediately searched through Greta's room and successfully found a "Girl's Diary" under the bed.
quality?
In times of life and death, what qualities are important?
Besides, as the fourth natural disaster, she didn't randomly smash and loot the homes of the natives, which already shows she's a very high-quality player. Look at how those troublemakers acted.
Xia Ning flipped it over with complete confidence.
Greta's diary is thin, with fragmented entries and large gaps in dates.
Xia Ning found the first few pages quite familiar, especially like when she was doing her summer homework. She remembered everything in detail for the first few days, but it became more and more sloppy as she went along with it, simply writing "weather, sunny". The most recent entries were much longer. The girl sensed the oppressive atmosphere under the current in her environment, but she didn't want to add to her father's worries, so she could only confide in her diary.
Xia Ning pieced together the following information from the fragmented words:
1. Greta has lived in the small town since she can remember. Her life is secluded and her social interactions are simple. All her records revolve around the misty town.
2. The fog has been there for ten years, but it only appeared occasionally on sunny days, and no one in the town got sick because of it.
3. The first case appeared a year ago. Six months ago, the number of infected people increased, and some panicked residents chose to flee the town.
4. The usually kind and friendly uncles and aunts have become strange and unfamiliar. Butcher Aug organizes a militia and takes over the administration of the town.
5. Greta stayed with her family because her parents believed that leaving would only hasten their death.
6. Greta told the priest about the Gray Mist Apostle. The priest was very excited, but for some reason, he decided that she would be the only one to greet the apostle.
7. The word "saint" appears frequently in Greta's mother's ramblings.
...
Xia Ning closed the diary and put it back in its place.
She closed her eyes and pondered for a moment before preparing today's potion.
[Basic Nutritional Agent] +1, [Basic Antidote] +1, Pharmaceutical Talent ↑.
Good luck.
Xia Ning looked at the two vials of medicine in her hand with satisfaction. Now it was time for her to shine and save the suffering family.
We can't give her a villain role again this time, can we?
Xia Ning: "Hmph."
Sister: "Coo coo".
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