The villain, the devil, he got the wrong script

Chapter 77 Margaret Rose 1
"In the past, merchants from Goro and Webslen bought a large amount of red roses from Margaret every year. Now, in the end of the world, there are fewer buyers, and Margaret's business is not as good as before. Now everyone needs They are survival supplies, who would buy roses..." said a traveler named Arnold.

The people in the bus were overjoyed, and some people who didn't want to join in the fun looked up at them irritably, but there was nothing they could do.

The young man in a black windbreaker sat on the window seat, listening to Arnold, a man he met on the way, talking about Margaret's past glory and present bleakness.

"However, I still heard that their roses are still in full bloom, but no one buys them. The residents in the town can't make a living selling roses. God knows how they survive."

The young man smiled, as if he didn't agree with his words, "There should be more than roses planted in the town, how much money can you make just by selling roses?"

"You are here for the first time, so you don't know the situation. When people used to mention Margaret, their first reaction was to be rich. You have to admit that they made money from selling roses. A lot of profits, even the so-called richest Goro City, can't compare with Margarita, the money is enough for them to squander for several lifetimes."

Arnold said nonchalantly, while gesticulating with his hands, he was familiar with the town of Margaret to a considerable extent.

"But who would have thought that Goro City and Margaret, which were once prosperous for a while, are now in such a field. Goro City fell after Skaan City. The strange thing is that Margaret, which is the closest to Goro City Gretel was not affected in the slightest."

"This is the most incredible place."

The young man looked up at him, "You mean to say that Margaret's only roses cannot be sold, and other places have not been affected by the disaster?"

Looking at those brown eyes with a hint of inquiry, Arnold's expression suddenly became unnatural, and he turned his head away, "Well, I didn't say that."

"It's the end of the world, how can there be unaffected areas?" He tried to force an ugly smile on his handsome face.

Obviously, he was hiding something.

In other words, it is trying to hide the truth.

The young man smiled slightly, and had no intention of exposing him.

Arnold excused himself to relieve himself and walked away. He stopped the driver, and the bus stopped slowly.

Seeing this, the driver was not impatient, and stopped by and said to the people in the back row: "Who else wants to go, if you want to go now, you won't stop when you leave later!"

While waiting for the car to stop, the driver took the time to light a cigarette, opened the window, and blew a gray smoke ring out of the window.

The young man got up and left the seat, got out of the car to take a breath.

Where the bus stopped, there were dense towering trees on both sides of the road, the light was dark, the sunlight could not even penetrate in, the road was full of potholes, and the air was filled with a humid atmosphere.

It must have rained before.

Countless tire tracks overlap each other, and the final trajectory leads to the end of the road.

He stepped over the mud puddle on the road, and inadvertently walked under the window of the driver who was smoking.

The driver found a young man in black standing under the window, tapped the window to attract the other person's attention, and greeted him, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

The young man looked up, "I'm just curious. It seems that there are a lot of vehicles passing by on this road. Why don't we repair the road?"

The driver took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke ring, "If it could be repaired, it would have been repaired long ago."

"How to say?"

"Who knows, I heard that the people in the small town disagreed with the road construction, and they were in a stalemate with the people over there, saying that the road construction violated the taboo of their town."

The young man looked surprised, "It's unlikely, it's just road construction."

The driver suddenly laughed and said in a meaningful tone, "In this small town, there are very few outsiders who live there for a long time. For the residents of the small town, we outsiders are intruders, and road construction-will hinder their progress. God came."

The young man thought for a while, and looked at the potholes in front of him. When the vehicle passed by, the body would definitely shake. There was almost no way to avoid those mud pits, and the risk of overturning was quite high.

"This road is so difficult, is there no other way to go?"

"There is only one road leading to Margarita Town," the driver said.

"I guess there should be a lot of accidents here."

"This really makes you guess right. Most of the vehicles passing by here will have accidents. No driver is willing to take those who are going to Margaret. If I don't want to support my big family, I won't come. Take this trip to live."

The driver looked at the dilapidated road ahead, and continued, "Fortunately, this is not far from Margaret. After finishing this job, I can go home properly."

Seeing a trace of relaxation in his expression, the young man in black asked, "Do you live in Margaret Town?"

"Ah, yes, it's right there in the damn place." The driver finished smoking, threw the cigarette butt away, and said to the young man, "Sir, everyone is almost here, and we should be on our way."

After all, he closed the window.

The young man returned to his seat, but he found that Arnold, who was sitting next to him, had disappeared, and was replaced by a blond girl in a pure white dress and a wide-brimmed hat.

When the girl saw him, she nodded slightly, and greeted him politely, with tenderness in her eyes, "Hello."

The young man replied lightly: "Hello."

The blond girl lowered her eyes and explained: "Mr. Pate is not feeling well, so I changed places with him, hoping not to disturb you."

"No, you don't need to worry."

"um. Thank you."

He didn't say anything more.

After about a few minutes, the girl came to ask him again.

"Sir, what are you going to Margaret Town for?"

Hearing this, the young man paused, turned his head to see the girl's harmless eyes, and said, "Walk around casually, and visit your family by the way."

The blond girl seemed to be taken aback for a moment, "Mr. is also a resident of Margaret?"

The young man's face remained unchanged, and there was a vague look of nostalgia on his face, "Well, it's okay, but I was picked up by relatives when I was young, and I haven't been back for many years. Now that there is a disaster, I want to come back and see if possible. If so, I want to live in Margaret."

The girl's face was full of joy, "Really? I think they should welcome you home very much."

"Are you from a small town?"

"Well, I originally thought that I was the only one going home, but now it's great. With you and Mr. Pat together, sir, I won't feel scared anymore."

(End of this chapter)