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"They left after the meeting, so the news probably hasn't reached them yet," the [Accountant] estimated, but she wasn't entirely sure.

"Mandela dislikes that guy the most, she won't care." The [robber] curled his lips, very dissatisfied with being ignored just now, but there was nothing to refute.

"Ahmedeen... I never quite figure out whether she's on our side or not." [Arsonist] sighed, but her remarks caused dissatisfaction among her colleagues.

"Watch your words. We all stand by the leader." The [Elocutionist], who once became the adjutant of the Victoria garrison, may be the most loyal person to [that person] here, otherwise there would be no need for him to betray Colonel Hamilton.

"You can say whatever you want. I don't care if you want to attack Ahmoni. Mandela is a good girl. Don't think of trapping her as well." The [robber] also stated his position. A simple person like him is closer to the equally simple Mandela. As for this group of smart people, he just wants to stay away from them.

"How could that be, my friend? She is also our inseparable comrade. Like us, she longs to demonstrate her talent and loyalty in front of the leader." The Orator smiled slightly, but no one present minded killing Ahmoni. After all, people hate double-dealers.

"I don't know what Ahmonie and Mandela said, but Mandela suddenly became very obedient and cheerful, as if something good had happened." [Accountant] also frowned and said, "I always feel that this action is a bit strange. Of course, it would have been better if these garrisons hadn't bombarded Xiaoqiu County. We could have obtained more things and not just been left with a piece of garbage contaminated by the Originium dirty bomb."

"I think it's great. It's more in line with my aesthetics." [Arsonist] habitually retorted, "Only misers would calculate art in terms of money!"

"...a madman from Leitania."

"The miser from Casimir..."

Both sides snorted coldly. Perhaps only the [Orator] could stop the two from arguing, but at this moment, the [Orator] just found it funny.

"So... where is our leader... now?"

Chapter 20: Grudge in the Deep Pool

The six-member group did not reach a consensus, but it didn't matter. They were a group connected by a very fragile agreement.

In the Deep Pool, it was simply because their goals overlapped. It was normal for them to have differences, and it would be strange if they didn't. After all, they were the most extreme people in the world, and there was no room for tolerance between extremes.

What's more...the leader has not yet expressed his approval of their plan.

Although the [Orator] ended the argument with the excuse that "as long as we can prove we are not wrong, we will always have a chance to convince her," if the leader's sister gets involved this time, even if the [Orator] is eloquent, she will probably be burned to ashes.

Anyway - find the other [Leader] first, and this will be over.

——Even if I have to search the whole city...

Soon, the six of them set off again, including the prisoner who had remained silent the entire time.

One of the contracts between the six people is that any credit must be distributed absolutely fairly.

Although the robber himself scoffed at it, these people all had their own cunning minds, and it was common for them to even plot against their companions.

If you really don't want anyone to leak the information, what should you do with the soldiers who know the news?

The orator smiled and said, "Of course I'll take them with me first. After all, the more people the better until we find someone."

The robber asked, "What about after we find it?"

"We all know what to do." The orator finally broke through his gentle and polite expression. "No one can escape from the Deep Pool, and no one can glimpse its secrets."

-

After more than ten minutes of rest, Noah felt that the chaos in her mind had eased a little. She had discovered when she was playing the piano before that when she was playing music, she could capture the emotions of other people, such as Enxia who occasionally came to listen to her playing the piano, or Enya, Enthiotis and others. Their emotions would be swept up by the music and gradually fill Noah's heart. These positive emotions would also speed up the recovery of her mental strength.

Unlike when he was absorbing negative emotions, positive emotions didn't put pressure on Noah, so he didn't really like absorbing negative emotions. Fortunately, all of Casimir's negative emotions were absorbed by the Nameless Harp, so they wouldn't affect Noah.

After the loss of the Eye of God was gradually replenished, Noah belatedly realized that he had unconsciously captured some inspiration during his meditation just now.

Or perhaps it was the inspiration that this city brought her. This devastated hilly county seemed to be conveying something to her. She took out a pen and paper and recorded this fleeting burst of inspiration on the paper. Although it was only a small section, for Noah, the sadness and grief contained in this section made her feel the same.

Even Herhunzollon, who had been diving, finally spoke at this time.

"Not bad - is this your first step in composing Victoria's music?" Herhunzollen could give a very excellent evaluation, although it was only a small section. Obviously, Victoria could not be interpreted in just a small section.

Herhunzollon was so looking forward to fully experiencing the true earthly sounds composed by Noah. He had a premonition that the suite composed of earthly sounds might very well surpass the power of the golden rhythm music, the crystallization of Leithania for hundreds of years.

As the only sorcerer capable of modifying the Golden Rule, Herhunzoron fully understood its age. Indeed, it was the finest work of the Leithanian sorcerers. But it was still too old. Herhunzoron never had the opportunity to leave Leithania and explore Terra, nor did he have the chance to compile such a rich, varied, and unique repertoire.

Both Don Quixote and Yelagunda amazed this great musician, who had immersed himself in music his entire life. He was extremely excited about what a magnificent work the suite would be once it was completed, which was why he accepted Noya as his last disciple.

She has a unique talent that allows her to play with people's hearts, devour emotions, and even hear the entire music of the city. In addition, her talent for magic is also excellent.

As expected of a hybrid of a nightmare and a unicorn, the nightmare's ability to manipulate terror has transformed into the ability to manipulate emotions, while the unicorn itself is a race that can understand people's hearts. Noah was born by inheriting the best parts of both.

Even the loss of vision itself may be a gift from heaven - without such sensitivity and touch, it would be impossible to write "Don Quixote" and "Yeragunde".

"...Maybe." Noah wasn't sure. "I originally thought I wouldn't be able to start compiling Victoria's repertoire until at least Londinium, but what happened in Hill County has given me some inspiration."

Yes, I really just caught some inspiration...

"You now have the ability to play the Nameless Harp a second time, Noah. You have previously absorbed the emotions swirling over the entire Hill County - if it weren't for you, it would be even worse here. And these emotions are obviously the best food for the Nameless Harp." Although Herhunzollon didn't care what kind of tragedy happened in Hill County, Noah was indeed a blessing in disguise. The conflict here made Noah absorb too much despair and anger, just like the time with Casimir.

Now Noah has a second chance to play the nameless harp.

However, Noah has not played it yet——

Originally, she thought that she should try to heal her legs by playing the Nameless Harp for the second time, but she hesitated this time.

Can the Nameless Harp's power to change reality do something for the people of Hill County? Horn, Bagpipe, Jenny, and Outcast are all trying to save those people, but is he going to selfishly use the power brought to him by these emotions on himself?

"I have to wait a little longer—" Noah shook his head, "Maybe I can do something more meaningful—"

"The Nameless Harp's purpose is to distort reality. It can't change what has already happened," Herhunzollon reminded him again. "It can't change what has already happened, just like your eyes. In fact, I don't think the Nameless Harp can restore your legs. This power is essentially used to change the present - do you understand?"

"I know—" Noah shook his head, "but thank you anyway—Teacher."

"Oh, I'm not saying this just for you. You have to continue composing these pieces—try not to make me feel bored with you."

Herhunzolen's voice disappeared in Noah's mind again, but Noah found that her mental strength had recovered, which meant that she could use the Eye of God for search and rescue again.

This was obviously not a natural recovery. It must be that Herhunzollon did something, perhaps as a reward for her composing this section of earthly music, or simply doing it for the sake of convenience.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, Noah now feels that he is able to do it again.

"...Thank you, teacher."

She muttered to herself. Herhunzollon didn't reply, but Noya didn't mind.

That's just the way they get along.

-

Before Noah came back online, Jenny and others did not slow down the pace of rescue. More and more volunteers and people with less serious injuries joined the search and rescue.

Whether it was the Tara or the Victoria, it seemed meaningless in the face of such a disaster in the Hill Country. The Tara people were saving the Victorians, whom they regarded as their enemies, and the Victorians were saving the Tara people.

At this moment, life is the most precious.

"These bandages must be disposed of—"

“But I’ve already washed it…”

"It can't be used even if it's washed. This box of supplies has been contaminated by the Originium on the ground, and we can't guarantee that the dust can be completely cleaned." Jenny had a headache. Although these volunteers were very grateful for their joining, which solved the urgent problem, their medical knowledge was very poor. They almost used contaminated bandages to treat patients. Jenny could only patiently teach them about bandaging and sanitary isolation.

"Oh, Jane, I know what you said is right, but we really don't have enough." The volunteer sighed. The supplies were really not enough. Even if several clinics were emptied, it would not be enough... After all, this was a disaster comparable to an earthquake.

As they were talking, several more people with serious injuries were carried over. Jenny saw them, but still stopped.

"Do you know them?" The volunteer noticed that something was wrong with Jenny and asked.

"...Yes, I... used to know them." Jenny shook her head, "But I don't think they want to see me... Could you please take care of them? I'll go to the clinic and see if I can find some supplies."

Jenny turned around and tried to leave, but was met by a group of Shenchi soldiers. The volunteer was a Tara native, and at this moment, he thought Shenchi was planning to come to the disaster relief, and was even a little excited. "Sir, are you here to help us?"

"Get out of the way!" The soldiers in Shenchi impatiently drove the volunteers away, "Don't get in the way!"

"...Wait, are you Ronan?" At this time, someone in the crowd finally discovered the identity of the Deep Pool soldier. The Deep Pool soldier named Ronan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Search one by one, don't miss any place! Listen carefully, there are many alleys around here, it's easy for people to hide!"

"Ronan, what are you doing? It's us. How come you don't recognize your neighbors and friends after changing your clothes?" The person who knew Ronan said in disbelief, but her call did not cause Ronan to respond. After all, if he stopped, those six people would not let him go.

"...I still have an important task to do. If you keep nagging me, don't blame me for taking action!" Ronan warned viciously.

"Craig is injured, please help him, considering he has been following you to do those things..." The woman who knew her went forward and hugged his thighs and begged, she only wanted some medicine and bandages.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Ronan couldn't be tripped up, so he could only kick the woman away and said, "Continue searching!"

Jenny knew the woman. She had a child named Craig, and they had expelled Jenny from the family. Craig's head was bleeding... They needed treatment.

But Jenny knew that they did not welcome her——

"Have you searched everyone?" Ronan demanded of the other Deep Pool soldiers. "Are you sure there's no one hiding here who matches your identity?"

"...Are they looking for someone?" Jenny muttered to herself, "Could it be...the one Outcast went to rescue..."

"...No, no, this group of people is blocking us here. If we turn around and leave, and someone else sneaks in, we'll be in trouble." Ronan gritted his teeth, feeling that there were too many people here and it was really inefficient. "Hey, you guys, stand up and get out of here!"

—I should go...but...

Jenny was torn between her conscience and her conscience. Her mind told her that she should report to Outcast first, but then she saw the group of Deep Pool soldiers driving away the patients.

"Sir, we have too many wounded, and no one can move..." The volunteer tried to stop them, but Ronan kicked him away. "Even if you can't move, you have to move! Come on, get all these mineral patients out of this block! Be careful they explode on the spot, they're even scarier than those Originium crystal clusters outside! For example, this child with blood all over his face—"

Ronan pointed at Craig, the woman's son. Only then did the child begin to get scared. He originally regarded the Deep Pool as the savior of himself and others, but now... the savior he thought of was driving them away.

"Craig, Craig! No, you can't take him away, I beg you!" The woman finally saw the true face of the Deep Pool at this time. In their eyes, the Tara people who had been used were no different from the Victorians.

"You, not only did you stand by and watch them die, you also wanted to kill them?" The volunteer stopped Ronan and demanded, "Aren't you Shenchi? Aren't you supposed to be protecting the people of Tara?"

"Why are you saying such harsh words? We're all Tara people. What's wrong with making some sacrifices for Tara's cause?" Ronan was too lazy to care about these people from the Deep Pool. "Go! I haven't used my weapons yet, which is already the greatest kindness I can offer!"

"Ronan, the last time you said that, we lost Saoirse!"

"...Saoirse?" Jenny stopped immediately when she heard the name. "It was this person... this person betrayed Saoirse..."

She still remembered how desperate she was when she heard that Saoirse was executed. She thought she had killed Saoirse, but when she thought about it carefully, it was not right... Even if she knew that someone had leaked the secret, it should not have been discovered so quickly.

There is only one possibility... There are also people from Shenchi around Saoirse.

He traded Saoirse's life for this dress...!

Although Saoirse did not die, Jenny's heart was still filled with anger.

"She betrayed our trust... She deserved it!" How could Ronan repent? Instead, he was very happy because by betraying Saoirse, he became a soldier of Deep Pool as he wished and became the person who suppressed others.

Isn't this much better than being a nobody?

"Those who fail to understand the greatness of the leader and the significance of the struggle deserve nothing less than this fate—if you continue to be uncooperative, it will be your turn next!"

Chapter 21: Flag

"enough!"

At this moment, when Ronan was about to drive away the wounded, a person came to him. It was a Vaifan girl. Her face still had an immature air, but she stood in front of Ronan like a protector, as if protecting a baby bird, separating Ronan from the crowd with one hand.

"Jane... haven't you left?" The young volunteer looked at Jenny who stepped forward, somewhat incredulous. He thought Jenny had already left. After all, the people here had even driven her away, so she could have just stood by and watched.

"Who are you? No, that's not right... I've seen you before! You're not from Tara, you're a military honor guard!" Ronan frowned. "Why? Most of the military has been killed by the leader's flames. Are you the only one who can move now that you're out?"

"..." Jenny turned her head and looked at everyone who was hurt. This was originally everyone's home and the place where they lived, but now - what has become of this place?

The ruins are gone, all the beautiful things have been destroyed, leaving only fatigue and anxiety.

After much difficulty, a small flame was condensed again, but this group of people actually wanted to extinguish it?

Jenny can't allow this to happen. If she can stand up once, she can stand up a second time. She should never lose the courage to stand up!

"...I am Saoirse's best friend."

"……you."

"I am a child raised by this land..."

"what are you talking about?"

"I know the people of this land. They are originally gentle and kind people."

"...Tsk...you crazy woman talking nonsense!"

"Now, our home has been destroyed, and you came here. You are under the banner of Tara people, but you are doing things that hurt others--" Jenny's hand tightly grasped Ronan's arm. Waifan's strength was fully demonstrated at this time. Ronan wanted to pull his hand back, but he never succeeded.

"I remember all their names - Saoirse, Craig, Damian, Louis, Grainne..." With each name she said, her palms tightened a little. Ronan felt that his hand bones had sent out signals that they could not bear the weight. He began to panic, not only because of the strength of the Vaifan in front of him, but also because of the names she said, and because he suddenly realized that at some point, the wounded, those who could stand up, and the volunteers had stood behind this Vaifan girl one after another.

Ronan did not bring many members with him to the Deep Pool Squad, and at this moment, the situation seemed to have reversed all of a sudden.

"I know their names and what kind of people they were. And you - Ronan, you were their neighbor. Saoirse once brought you food, and Craig helped you pass messages. I know everything and I saw it all. Who do you think you have become? Ronan, the "traitor" you mentioned is Saoirse, or yourself?!" Jenny's expression was already ferocious. This was probably the first time that the gentle her showed the anger that Vaiven should have.

"No one can say that lightly. No one has the right to decide for others what they should sacrifice for."

"What's that thing you're holding... a flag?!" Ronan finally found a clue. Seeing the flag Jenny mentioned, he tried to stir up hatred again. "You, you're a Victorian soldier! Don't be fooled! This is a Victorian soldier! She's here to divide the unity of the Tara people!"

"No, I'm not anymore." Jenny shook her head. "I'm a deserter. I can no longer call myself a soldier! But if you insist on trampling on the lives of these innocent people, I will be your enemy."

"...Innocent? Do you know what these people have done? How can you say they're innocent?" Ronan tried to beg for mercy. Even he knew that with Vaiven holding him at this distance, Vaiven would have plenty of ways to kill him. "This kid, and everyone here...does anyone have clean hands?"