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Even stranger, everyone in the group was radiating golden light. The golden light transformed into fireflies and rose into the air.
What exactly is this thing?
pilgrimage?
Military parade?
Having lived in the lower tiers for so long, when had Luca ever seen anything like this?
In the blink of an eye, his blood boiled, he clenched his fist, and ran towards the float.
He didn't even bother to take the stairs; he grabbed the stair railing with his hands and jumped down.
Snap! Tap tap tap tap...
Luca walked on the cobblestone path, and soon he approached the group, raised his head, and felt an even greater shock.
He witnessed golden light, like snowflakes, floating in clusters in the sky, converging towards the same location.
The golden light converged into a large sphere, with a diameter of ten meters.
The crowd shouted, and the golden light grew more and more abundant, the sphere of light expanding outwards, becoming larger and larger.
"Awesome! Absolutely amazing!"
Luca couldn't help but cry out.
The sound of a guitar swept in, assaulting his eardrums. A sudden "buzz" exploded in Luca's mind.
His consciousness was lost.
Luca joins the group, singing and dancing.
He had only been jumping for a short while when beads of sweat appeared on his body, dripping onto the muddy road.
A surge of power erupted from his body.
……
At the same time, at Natasha's clinic
Whoosh! Click! Snap...
The sounds of movement and noise echoed continuously in the small space.
Hill busied himself moving the medicines, one by one, stuffing the newly retrieved medications into the medicine cabinet.
Natasha, too, was not idle.
She moved among the patients, one after another, administering their medications.
But her busy schedule extends far beyond that.
Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...
The metal kettle is boiling, emitting hot steam.
Once the kettle boiled, Natasha ran over, grabbed the kettle, poured the water into a bowl, and mixed the powder.
She used the remaining water to wet towels, warmed five or six towels, and applied them to the patients.
It took her a while to finally have some free time.
"Thank you, Hill. I really don't know what I would have done without your timely delivery of the medicine."
Natasha smiled, her eyes filled with tenderness, and looked at Hill.
"It's nothing! It's what I should do."
Hill responded, speaking as rapidly as popping soybeans.
A blush crept onto her cheeks.
Not knowing how to respond to the praise, she turned her head to scan the patients, only to discover a miraculous scene.
Golden light emanated from the patient. Meanwhile, outside the clinic, the sound of music swept in like a tsunami.
That's all, there's no problem.
However, the patient, who was originally bedridden and so tired that even moving his index finger was difficult, actually sat up.
A touch of color appeared on their pale faces.
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough..."
The patients coughed incessantly, like a symphony.
Although their illnesses were not cured, somehow they all became more vigorous.
"I love going home to do housework!"
"I need to get to the construction site as soon as possible. Otherwise, today's wages will be a mere three cents..."
"My child is still waiting for me..."
……
As the patients muttered to themselves, one after another, they got up from their beds and started to walk out of the room.
"I go!"
Seeing this, Hill couldn't help but swear and quickly reached out to press them back onto their beds one by one.
What?! Did they take performance-enhancing drugs?
Hill thought to himself.
Natasha was equally suspicious.
She was busy comforting the patients, but her eyes were constantly darting around:
Such strange things haven't been seen for years... and they don't conform to basic common sense.
That's most likely what those outsiders did.
Especially Naspar, he cannot be judged by common sense.
Natasha pondered.
Outside the door, the music grew louder and louder.
Bang!
The clinic door was flung open with a bang.
"This is incredible! This is incredible!"
A townsman broke into the clinic.
"Shh, the clinic needs to be quiet! Don't you know that?" Hill frowned and scolded the person who came in.
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Natasha reached out and stopped Hill, squinting her eyes and smiling faintly as she looked at the newcomer:
"Tell me, what did you see?"
"Floats! Flowers of all colors, music and singing, golden light like the sun, so, so, so..."
The townspeople were speaking incoherently.
"You speak clearly..."
Hill was about to reprimand her when Natasha covered her mouth.
"Why don't we go out and have a look together?"
Natasha said with a smile.
She held a town resident's hand with her left hand and Natasha's hand with her right, walked out of the clinic, and headed towards the location from which the sound came.
From afar, Natasha saw a large army marching towards the clinic.
In the army, everyone wore golden coats, like holy knights depicted in fairy tales.
Strangely, these paladins were not as orderly as described in the book; instead, they jumped around like monkeys.
This is truly...unprecedented.
What grand event did these outsiders actually stage?
Natasha, puzzled, led Hill toward the military train. But before they even reached it, the ground began to shake.
The crowd sang loudly, like a choir.
The melody was so varied that no one was on the same key; it was like a tornado, raging and rampaging.
As they approached the ranks, Natasha saw countless golden orbs of light, like lanterns, drifting into the sky.
The clusters of light converged to form a sphere of light tens of meters in diameter, resembling a small sun hanging in the sky above the lower region.
The previously dimly lit lower level was now as bright as day.
Even more wondrously, beneath the golden sphere, Spa, bathed in golden light, played a roaring instrument.
He strummed the strings with his fingertips, freely expressing his emotions; it seemed utterly chaotic, as if he were simply going mad.
But Natasha sensed a unique quality about her.
It was as if he were looking directly at a god!
This feeling… it’s like I’m seeing a divine messenger descended from Cripper. Why do I have this feeling? He was just playing the guitar, wasn’t he?
Natasha was puzzled.
Before she could come to a conclusion, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with her body.
She looked down and saw that she herself was also glowing with golden light.
However, unlike the other townspeople, the golden light on her body gradually solidified, transforming into armor that enveloped her body.
This...this...
Natasha was speechless.
But then, a surge of power welled up within her.
That power comes not only from the body, but also from within.
In an instant, all her previous worries about the lower districts and her anxieties about Belloberg's future vanished.
我们!
We are destined to overcome the cold wave!
A sense of conviction welled up within Natasha.
Not only Natasha, but everyone involved in the song and dance rallied together, their voices growing louder and louder.
The energy transformed from that protective will seemed to pierce the sky, causing the temperature in the lower areas to rise layer by layer.
"A good show is about to begin!"
Sambo crossed his arms and watched the crowd sing and play, a slight smile playing on his lips and his eyes filled with joy.
But the next second, he frowned.
There was no other reason, except that Sambo noticed that he wasn't the only bystander.
He also heard another voice, at the same time, say the same thing: "A good show is about to begin!"
Sambo frowned, turned his head, and looked toward the source of the sound, only to see a masked figure weeping.
"Cut that scumbag!"
Sambo cursed and showed a disgusted expression.
Chapter 95 The Strange Children of Rivet Town
The music stopped.
The group checked into the Goethe Hotel.
Unlike when I arrived, the Goethe Hotel was no longer empty; a few guests were staying there. Inside, warm yellow lights were on, and the aroma of food wafted faintly through the air.
The proprietress herself stood at the door, greeting us with a smile.
"This morning, we were provoked by that blue-haired swindler and neglected everyone. We apologize."