Chapter 22 Asking to See the God of Thunder
The craftsman who inhaled the strange black smoke from the heart of the furnace died.
Chinatsu attended his funeral in silence.
Amid the pitiful sobs of the old woman, she looked across the crowd and saw the admirer standing not far away.
"Shiro, do you know him?" Qianxia walked up to him and asked.
The curious person lowered his eyelashes and felt dull in his heart.
"Well...he's a good guy," he said.
This incident was the beginning of a tragedy.
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Since then, more and more craftsmen have died due to the strange black smoke coming out of the furnace heart.
They were in agony, but no one could save them.
The furnace - out of control.
Niyu knew that this matter could not continue.
"Mr. Escher, the furnace heart must be closed." In the meeting room, Niwa said solemnly, "Your skills are good, but the lives of the craftsmen are more important."
Escher said regretfully: "I agree with your decision. Human life is indeed more important. But... can the hearth of the furnace really be closed?"
As the top person in charge, Niwa blocked the news in order to avoid panic.
After sending people to close the furnace several times but failing, he decided to go to the castle tower to ask for an audience with the general.
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"Please see the General?" Qingqi was a little worried, "Will it be useful?"
Niyu looked at the distant sky and sighed tiredly: "I just hope it will be useful."
but--
"No! The sea is very dangerous in this season. You can't go like this! Those waves will hit the boat and the boat will capsize!" After hearing about this, Qianxia immediately stopped it.
She took out the sea-crossing token given by Yae Shenzi from her arms, "Use this, I'll use this! I will definitely be able to bring the news of help to -"
She just took a step outside.
But the admirer pulled his sleeve.
Chinatsu's steps stopped for a moment, and she turned around.
Qingqi's face turned pale and he shook his head: "It's useless...the boat team has already set off."
His tone was a little dazed.
"If they really don't come back...then, let me go," he said.
The storm on the sea was as strange as a ferocious beast, and none of the people who went out to sea with their demands came back.
The whole Tatar people were in panic.
Watching the village turn from heaven to purgatory in just one month, watching the once friendly and happy people cry out in despair, the Qingqi finally made up his mind.
He is going to the castle tower.
To meet the creator who abandoned him, his cold mother.
Using his golden feather as a token... to ask her for help, maybe the probability of success will be higher.
"Qianxia, I want to ask for help." He smiled, "Can you give me the things to cross the sea?"
She flatly refused: "No, you have no experience in crossing the sea, so let me go."
"Then, I'll go with you!"
"It can only carry one person." She said, "Wait until I come back."
As soon as he took a step forward, his hand was held again.
"No..." Qingqi's voice was trembling. He held Qianxia's hand tightly and finally revealed his biggest secret.
"I was a doll made by... Lord Thor himself."
"Chinatsu...can't you get the attention of the gods?"
He thought of the witch who had returned from praying for blessings some time ago. Her exposed skin was covered with horrific scorch marks, as if she had been roasted on a fire.
Even so, the cold god didn't spare a single glance.
"Maybe it will be useful if I go...?"
But when the admirer finally set foot on the castle tower and asked to see the general in front of the majestic gate... he was driven away repeatedly.
Thinking of the situation of Tatarsha, thinking of the strange black smoke, thinking of the desperate people, thinking of the heart of the furnace that cannot be approached...
In desperation, he took out the piece of golden feather that Guimu reminded him to keep.
There was a suppressed storm hidden in those always gentle eyes, like the calm before a summer thunderstorm.
He held up the golden feather and faced the horrified gazes of the guards. His tone became unyielding and said -
"Let me see her."