The son and the woman forgot to cry. The men held the gun or the helicopter in the stick and followed it until it stopped. Then they quickly focused their focus on Alex and Rosalia. The look was really uncomfortable. The lich was very familiar with this. Many of the dead were wandering around the Dead Tower of Feiren. There were such eyes. It was not hatred or sadness. It was asking-why was it not someone else who was abandoned and taken away from his life? It was himself?

The answered questions accumulated as if the magma surged under the mantle could explode at any time. This was also the reason why he tried hard to grasp Alex's arm and covered him with his body to try not to make him a target for too many people - he could almost imagine what kind of unbearable reports would be published by the Western Continental Federal newspapers and chambers of commerce tomorrow - but no matter what the reports did not mean that the Crown Prince of Sardinia would take risks for it.

The Templars carefully surrounded Rosalia and walked past the silent crowd.

Oh what a wonderful subject matter—it's a laborious topic for those photos—"Royal privilege: run away before everyone!"

At this time, the sooner the end, the better, but Rosalia seemed to be dragged down by something - of course, Alex could not have left the Templars alone, and was whispered over and over again. But as the only royal adviser of the crown prince's secretary, he had to deal with this trouble - as he moved his footsteps, he saw the inspector general also walked to Rosalia's side. The former's big black cloak and the wide robes of the nanny blocked Rosalia tightly.

Rosalia looked at the child who was only separated from her by a steel barrier. He had a black head and a pair of shining brown eyes. He shouted the name of His Royal Highness the princess in the unique crisp voice of the child.

"His Highness Rosalia-His Highness Rosalia..."

He clung to the isolation barrier in a weird posture because he was standing at the gap between the isolation barriers and he had to hold his feet in the narrowest place—the scissor-shaped notch that was only 1 inch wide, earnestly stretched out his arm to Rosalia, a soft and beautiful little wrapped around his hands, and he actually stuffed her out of the gap between the barriers and less than 7 inches: "This is my sister." He introduced sharply: "Please please

She was not sick and she had been bathed. She had been bathed three times a day. She was very healthy... Please." He whipped his nose and begged: "You only take her away... You don't have to worry about taking such a little guy... She is very gentle... She is very obedient." He looked at his little sister with longing, "Our whole family is here..." He whispered: "Please, the kind-hearted saint only takes her one, no one... only one."

The Templars around Rosalia are hesitant. If they face demons, vampires, or evil pagans, they can rush forward fearlessly to fight or fight - the problem is that he plays with his wooden boat by the small lake, just like every child who grows up in the abundant sunshine and fresh air. Put a little bug in the teacup of annoying guests. He lifts the priest's robe to see if he is wearing long trousers... He may have been jealous of this newborn.

Going to his father's kiss and his mother's arms, he once secretly pinched her face and patted her ass and snatched her milk when his mother had no time to take care of her. But now he held his sister as if he was holding the last child into the ark. His face was flushing red. You know, little boys at this age often had inexplicable arrogance and reserve. But at this time, he stretched out his arms without hesitation and begged for the mercy of others for his infant sister.

"Let's go... Rosalia." Ino said in a deep voice, not the relationship between one person or two people, nor the difference between children and adults, but the necessary constraints and control. This is not something that can be easily solved by personal pity.

*As early as the 17th century, a city with an epidemic disease will first implement strict spatial isolation: the city and its suburbs are closed. The violators are strictly prohibited from leaving the city. Violators will be executed. All animals are hunted and killed; the city is divided into several districts. Each district is responsible for a district chief. Each street is responsible for a village chief. Each street is closely monitored for the affairs of the street. If he leaves the street, he will be executed. Everyone stays in his own house. Food and water will be sent from a small window. The filth and corpses are collected by a special person. This is a space that is cut and frozen. Everyone is fixed in his own position. If he moves, he will risk his life. He will be infected or punished.

Supervision continues to proceed. There are alert surveillance everywhere: "a militia team commanded by reliable officers and wealthy people". The city hall and districts are on guard at various entrances and exits, to ensure the obedience of the people and the absolute authority of the superiors. In order to prevent all chaos, theft and blackmail.*

Until hundreds of years, people still responded to the plague in a rough way - people who originally lived here might be able to endure it. But facing the fear of death and traditional Western Sardinians insisted on returning to their hometown - just like salmon going upstream and trying their best to return to their birthplace, breeding and raising offspring there, and then dying - the threat of death made them miss their hometown even more.

The Western Sardinians show the most headache here - and they almost have two to three hunting rifles per capita, countless bullets and gunpowder, and exquisite and sharp knives, and their skillful hunting skills - whether it is humans or animals. The reason why they are still stalemate with the isolation troops here is only because as a Sardinian, he instinctively respects and guards against state power.

So... absolutely not. Rosalia () as a member of the royal family and representative of the country. Here, you can show tenderness and compassion - because you will definitely not be able to bear the responsibility next.

****

Unfortunately, the inspector's general's good intentions were completely wasted - the nanny around Rosalia gently signaled the enthusiastic reporters before the girl habitually obeyed the guardian's instructions and turned away - Rosalia's heart was beating frenzy and fast, yes, this was an opportunity. She had been vaccinated but people didn't know this - and the most touching picture in the album she had seen was the photo of the baby in which Madam Langonez, who was given the name of "saint" by the Holy See, holding an AIDS baby, who was once known as a charity angel, Crown Princess Ross, who had also taken several photos of her dying sick child.

As for the possibility of the disease dispersion - they have to go through a long observation and quarantine period before they can enter Sardinia - right? Besides, if there is any problem... she can also try to call the Holy Light and the Holy Light cannot reach too many people, but dozens of loyal believers should still... Ino, who had already walked to her, stretched out his hand and Rosalia didn't have time to think about it. She reached forward and picked up the pink, tender, soft baby who seemed to be sleeping before everyone could stop it - for a moment, the flashing light was so bright that Rosalia showed her gentle and friendly

She felt extremely excited and happy, all the fatigue and soreness were not the same as the pain. She smiled at the little boy and solemnly promised him that he would take his sister away or even lower his head to kiss the baby's cheek.

The baby's cheeks were a little hot. Rosalia's broken shattered around her face made her uncomfortable. She twitched for a few times and twisted her body in pain. She straightened her body with all the strength a baby could. She sneeze suddenly and violently.

Warm liquid splattered on Rosalia's face with this abnormal fishy smell. Then it was a stronger cough. Rosalia looked at the small mouth in panic. A light red mist spewed out on the white bib. The angel-like face was filled with blood and strange muscles. In just a few seconds, the demon occupied her body. She opened her mouth and had no teeth. There were only a few pustules on the crimson mucosa that Rosalia saw every night. The occasionally opened mouth of the ghosts.

Rosalia let out a terrifying scream. Before everyone understood what had happened, she instinctively threw the baby out. This was beyond reputable, and the thing that was far from danger and unknown was one of the powerful support for human beings to survive to this day. The baby and the outer swaggers smashed on the isolation rail and then fell like a bag of garbage. The little boy's innocent face turned pale and even a little hideous.

"You killed my sister!" After a moment of silence, he screamed wildly and tried to climb up the quarantine bar at an adult height. An adult man assisted him-worse, someone raised the gun again and more people ignored the soldiers and stopped trying to open the quarantine bar.

Sporadic crowd began to circumvent the isolation barrier. They jumped off the shoulders of the road and prepared to go around the back of the isolation troops to go to the cordon line formed by the soldiers could no longer resist the impact of people. The inspector general had already grabbed Rosalia at the first moment of the sudden change. Her legs were like melting cream. The guardian had to hold her half and half to carry her. But they could not get close to the helicopter that was ready for takeoff at any time. The Western Sardinian guns were always aimed at them.

When a person is angry, he will want to destroy everything - and restrain his anger and destruction requires a steely will. However, once this will is defeated, it is better not to exist from the beginning - the order it maintains will be attacked and the most ruthlessly ravaged. Everything in the world will fall into terrible riots.

Alex lowered his eyes slightly.

“The disease spreads when ** is mixed together.

When fear and anger overwhelm the ban, sin grows.*”—The riots mean that the peace that the Salieri family has worked hard to create in Western Sardinia was once again broken and the plague was inevitably extended—will the association organization individuals willing to travel thousands of miles to foreign countries to suffer the double threat of viruses and bullets?

"Please say sorry to my mother on my behalf, I can't go back for the time being."

The black figure brushed across the struggling side.

"His Highness Alexander!" shouted hard, trying to catch Alex but only a stone flying from the crowd hit his shoulder.

****

A young man in black pants and a very faded beige shirt was rushing hard like a strong bull and watching the isolation barrier. When he saw success, he reached through the isolation barrier and pushed him back to the crowd.

He gasped like a bull who had attempted to hit the head, looking for the trace of the bastard, preparing to do it again. As long as he could cross the quarantine, he didn't mind wasting some time to beat him up first - and then he saw that the crowd around him suddenly became quiet. The bastard who pushed him back without hesitation was bent down to pick up the cause of the commotion - the baby who was thrown on the edge of the quarantine.

The little boy raised his face and looked at the beautiful young man with the mark of the barrier on his face. Because he failed to climb, he wanted to get through the gap. He failed. And because the gap at the bottom of the barrier was small, his hands were covered with scars and could not reach out. Even if he was holding his sister's swaddle clothes, he could not hold her back. Now his sister was held in the arms of the man, and he skillfully patted her on the back. She made a faint and clear cry.

"She is alive," Alex said, his voice calm and cold and low tone as sharp as a steel knife. The voice fully expresses authority as he wants to do things - more people think of his middle name - Sallyellieri.

"I am Alexander Sally Eridinand," he continued: "Please follow the government's arrangements - you cannot leave here for the time being."

Many people showed disappointment but finally lowered their hands that were climbing onto the isolation rail.

The baby in Alex's arms was a little restless and restless. People watched the crown prince take out a piece of soft fabric from the inside of his coat. The off-white man next to him brought a bottle of water very tacitly. Alex slightly used the hand that could easily push a big man away to wipe the twisted baby girl clean the small nostrils, mouth, and blood-stained head and ears.

He only hugged the baby steadily with one hand - this was a difficult job. Maybe he felt comfortable that the baby girl no longer whimpered but squirmed with her lips and sucked her thumb with satisfaction.

"Look at her very well." Alex showed her to her brother.

"Thank you... I'm sorry... I just thought..." The boy muttered disappointed, tears drew a few distinct traces on his dirty face: "Thank you sir... Can your Highness return her to me?"

"I understand." It was just that little hope and unscrupulous plan. Alex was about to erect the swaddle and stuff it back into the isolation rail. But the baby's fingers grabbed his soft sweater. She fisted hard and turned into a round and bulging ball of flesh. Well, Alex glanced at Wilderger and nodded quietly. The Sallyery family was informed and explained.

Alex tucked the baby back into his arms and tightened the buttons of the windbreaker. He tied the belt and made the wide dress a temporary chest bag. He looked at the height of the isolation barrier and moved his fingers and greeted the crowd opposite him: "I'm here."

The steel barrier came out in people's exclamations, which was like a sound that only happened when swords collided with each other. The crown prince of Sardinia jumped up like a strong black cheetah with its prey, climbing smoothly and quickly on the grassland, a rare and usually extremely tall tree that could reach nearly a hundred feet, gracefully climbed over the other end of the metal barrier - from a safe place to a dangerous place.

He jumped lightly on the ground without even alarming the baby in his arms.

"Go back." He said softly: "I'm with you."

Quote some of the texts in Michelko's book "Discipline and Punishment" within the * number. They are not counted in the number of vipp words. (To be continued)
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