A month has passed since the tragedy in the quarantine zone. Gotham City has taken this matter very seriously, and the previous rejection and hostility have been well hidden. After all, this is a scandal.
“David, for what happened to you, the parliament believes that the compensation can be increased. In the next parliamentary election one year from now, there will be four seats belonging to the Sakaz people. I think this is a great sign of sincerity. "
In the spacious and bright congressman's office, a gentle congressman was discussing the future development direction with David. He was really sincere and even willing to share his long-cherished tea, which was said to come from the distant country of Yan and was very precious.
David took a sip and found that he couldn't get used to it at all. He simply put down the tea cup and said calmly: "The compatriots in Gotham have seen the importance they attach to us. I have just said that compatriots who are willing to stay will I hope everything goes well as I continue to live in Gotham."
The congressman's face was a little abnormal. He took a few breaths and continued to fight: "David, I know that you are the person in charge of the Sakaz clan in Gotham. This matter is very important. Please make sure that everyone discusses it." I will make a decision later. I will wait for your news here. We have many conditions that can be relaxed, whether it is education or business, or the treatment of city public servants. The council has great sincerity. This is what I want to say. "
"I will, thank you, Mr. Congressman."
"The Sarkarz will always be part of the Gotham family, David. It's time to resolve the previous misunderstanding, really."
David stood up, smiled, and said softly: "For us, the title of Demon Clan is more appropriate."
"Oh, let's discuss it further."
"I will come again tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Goodbye."
…
When David walked out of the Parliament Building, it was getting late, and a slightly chilly wind blew on his face and poured in through his clothes, dissipating the heat all over his body.
It will soon be late autumn, and winter is not far away. The cold will soon bring the entire land to a standstill.
He wanted to laugh a little. A month ago, Gotham people called them Demons, and they emphasized that they were Sakaz. A month later, they called themselves Demons, and Gotham people corrected themselves and said they were Sakaz.
"David, are we really leaving Gotham?"
"Well, this is a good thing for everyone. Gotham is not our paradise, but those who want to stay don't have to follow. Only compatriots who are willing to leave will follow."
They are Sakaz, and they are also demons.
On the day of the fire, those who had hope gave up completely. Who made them Sakaz and who made them have no home.
They are demons.
This title is accepted by more and more Sakaz people, not as a sign of submission, but as a cry of grief and indignation.
If the Sakaz people cannot establish a country, cannot control their own destiny, and cannot stop wandering, they will always be demons, will never have a fixed abode, and will never be able to stand up straight.
This is a curse. If you want to break the curse, you can only rely on your own struggle.
David has never felt that the title Mozu is a spur to them as he does now. As for other people's eyes, it doesn't matter.
Before boarding the carriage, he still had one question that he had not yet figured out. He wondered: "What does Dr. Cotterman mean by the white skirt? Who is he referring to when he says we need a white skirt?"
…
Zhou Jinru looked at the new tender skin on Abigail's face with satisfaction. According to Silver Fox's prediction, the girl would be able to grow back to her original beautiful appearance in at most half a year. It was truly a medical miracle. He thought there was no hope. .
The Sakaz girl sat quietly on the edge of the bed, facing the window, with her bandaged hands on her thighs. The source of her emotions remained calm, like an animal gathering its hard shell to hide itself.
In that tragedy, she lost all her relatives, and the huge mental shock made her choose to close herself.
"gentlemen."
The girl's throat was injured in the fire, and the sound she made was like a cat's claws gently scratching the glass, harsh and unpleasant.
Zhou Jinru sat next to her, looked out the window, and responded, "Yes, I'm here."
"I have been thinking about it for a long time. Do you think I am the witch in the story who causes disaster? It seems that all misfortunes will befall me."
"No one can define others easily, and neither can I. Abigail, I can't advise you not to think about these problems, but one thing is that you can be a warrior like me. If fate is unfair, fight against fate. Fate cannot be changed, so let us die fighting against it, at least with dignity."
Abigail praised: "You are a powerful warrior. I may never be able to keep up with you in my lifetime."
Zhou Jinru shook his head: "No, you have power. The Sakaz people in Gotham have decided to wander. Your power can be used to protect your compatriots. You don't have to follow me. Anyone can be a warrior. Even if you don't have the Origin Stone skills, you are still a warrior." .”
"Um."
There was a slight fluctuation in the girl's lifeless emotional source.
Zhou Jinru turned his head and said softly: "Abigail, today is my birthday. Can you sing a happy birthday song to me?"
"today?"
"I don't remember either, just think it's today. Come on, wish me a happy birthday."
The girl looked at him and tried her best to clear her throat, and the sound of singing came.
"Wish you a happy birthday~"
"Wish~ doctor~ a happy~ birthday~"
"Happy birthday, dear doctor."
"May we always be happy."
After singing for a while, Abigail couldn't help but lower her head. Her voice was too ugly now.
"It sounds great. Thank you for your blessings. I heard them all."
Zhou Jinru reached out and stroked the girl's new hair, trying to warm her.
Abigail's voice was choked: "Sir..."
"We will be happy forever."
…
"You're leaving, right?"
"My work is done and it's time to leave."
David has always respected Dr. Cotterman. He extended a helping hand to Sakaz when he was in crisis. He did his best, traveled back and forth, and treated countless patients. Even the most hard-hearted person will be deeply moved.
"Dr. Cotman, this is my suggestion, please don't refuse."
Zhou Jinru nodded and accepted David's gift. In addition to the doctor's consultation fee, there was also a large sum of money.
David couldn't help but ask: "To be honest, I still can't figure out what the white skirt you are talking about is."
"This question can only be answered after you find Kazdaele."
"Kazdare has been destroyed long ago and no longer exists."
"Destroy it and you can rebuild it. The Sakaz people need Kazdel after all. Maybe you can go to Victoria to find it."
David watched Zhou Jinru carry his suitcase and get on the carriage. Not many people came to see him off because Dr. Cotman didn't want to be watched by too many people.
He sighed silently in his heart and said: "Doctor, even if there is no Kazdaele, wherever we stay is Kazdaele in our hearts."
Zhou Jinru looked at David for a long time. From the moment the Sakaz people decided to wander, they got rid of the shackles of Gotham and regained control of their own destiny.
"If the Sakaz people want to take off their hat of being a demon clan, they must rely on their own strength. Everyone, I wish you good luck."
