Haizhel's gaze instantly froze, and she felt something in her mind rapidly expanding, as if to tear through an invisible barrier and burst out.
She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.
Then, she felt a light rise from the depths of her heart, exploding in her mind into countless fragments of memories, roaring and surging back and forth.
She suddenly recalled what had happened at home that day, remembered her father, mother, maids, and male servants putting on glasses or rubbing their eyes, the indescribable horror so vivid, as if etched into her bones.
Haizhel's expression crumbled, and she curled into a ball, trembling, which startled the maid inside the carriage, who quickly stood up, reached out, and tried to help her lady.
"No!" Haizhel's body shook, and she cried out in an almost shrill voice.
The maid was shocked and scared, frozen in place, not knowing how to react.
After shouting, Haizhel calmed down a bit, groped to sit up, and looked forward with extreme fear, seeing the postman with a monocle already entering another street, leaving only his back.
"I, I was just a bit unwell, but now I'm much better." Haizhel turned around and said to the maid with difficulty.
She found that she wasn't as afraid as in her memory; it seemed that after a period of adaptation, she could initially accept that situation.
Otherwise, I might have lost control just now... Why did I use the word "losing control"... Fortunately, I had forgotten this memory before, and when I saw that postman, I didn't do anything too conspicuous. It took about ten seconds before I collapsed, otherwise I might have been noticed, and something terrible might have happened... Haizhel's thoughts uncontrollably flashed, and her body still trembled slightly.
"Miss, do you need to go to a clinic?" The maid quickly asked.
Haizhel instinctively shook her head, her mind in chaos, and said casually:
"First go to the Loen Charity Education Fund. I remember there's a private clinic nearby."
"Okay." The maid turned and instructed the coachman to speed up.
Haizhel took deep breaths continuously, trying to calm her nervous, flustered, and fearful mood.
Admittedly, it had some effect; she seemed to calm down a bit more, not having completely collapsed.
At that moment, on top of the carriage, a sparrow appeared out of nowhere. It squinted its right eye and uttered human speech in an almost inaudible voice:
"She seems to have an unnecessary misunderstanding about me.
"It seems 'I' had an encounter with her before. Ah, she's a resident of Berklund Street, interesting..."
Not long after, the carriage arrived at Pacesfield Street. Seeing the "Loen Charity Education Fund" just ahead, Haizhel suddenly said:
"Go to the church.
"First go to Saint Samuel Cathedral!
"I want to say a prayer."
She wanted to tell the bishops about what happened that day and what she saw today!
In the gap of the carriage, a black ant moved its right antenna and whispered in a human voice:
"Humans nowadays really have no creativity. When something happens, they just go to the church. I thought following her would reveal something. Next time, next time, I'll steal the church right in front of them."
As it spoke, the other antenna of the ant also moved.
Haizhel immediately forgot what she had just said, forgot what she had recalled before, forgot meeting a postman with a monocle. She got off the carriage at the door of the "Loen Charity Education Fund" and walked in with the maid.
Obviously, her maid and her coachman also forgot the previous instructions.
Inside the "Loen Charity Education Fund," Audrey welcomed Haizhel and engaged this new friend in assistance activities for soldiers wounded on the front lines.
Because "The World" Gehrman Sparrow mentioned that
Her current plan was to help others through charity activities, keeping Haizhel busy and gradually brightening her up, enhancing her ability to resist psychological shadows.
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Inside the pirates' free city, Fors was drinking a local specialty high-concentration fruit wine and recording today's experiences and encounters.
Suddenly, her inspiration was touched, and she instinctively looked to the side.
She then saw a figure emerge in the void, quickly taking shape, which was Gehrman Sparrow wearing a half-top hat, a black trench coat, and a cold expression.
Swish, Fors stood up holding her wine glass and pen, and instinctively exclaimed:
"Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Sparrow."
As she spoke, she hastily placed the items on the table.
Klein pressed his hat, glanced around, and said:
"Ready to leave?"
Fors moved her eyes left and right and said:
"Okay."
In these few days, she had already recorded the characteristics of this city that were different from other places.
Klein didn't speak, used his chin to point at the items on the desk, indicating that Ms. "Magician" should hurry up and pack.
Fors did not hesitate, quickly organizing the manuscripts, as if she had already been instructed.
Klein stood there, watching her busy, and suddenly said:
"How is that horror story coming along?"
Fors's body trembled imperceptibly, and then she replied:
"Almost, almost."