Chapter 205: Shilov's Grand Theater

"Good morning, Ms. Shilov." Giles, who was holding the washbasin, showed a surprised expression and smiled at Shilov who was leaving.

Giles just re-entered the Mechanical Palace as Shilov's maid today. She had just recovered from the divine disease some time ago and now she has the flu.

The little girl lost seven or eight kilograms, and her originally thin face looked a little sunken.

"Good morning, Giles." Shilov nodded to Giles with a cold face, wagging her tail leisurely. "Finally, I have adjusted my schedule."

"Yes, I finally see you in the morning." Giles put the washbasin on the shelf, and a few petals of freesia were soaking in hot water.

Encouraged by Afu, Shilov first picked up the medicine to rinse her mouth, then reached out to scoop up hot water and began to wash her face.

After finishing everything, she scraped her finger in a small bottle, pressed it on her lips, and sipped it hard: "Gils, is my lipstick crooked?"

"It's not crooked, it looks very nice, ma'am." Giles looked at Shilov's delicate lips with envy.

Applying these cosmetics is a skill that ladies must learn. At least that's what her mother taught Shilov, and it's also written in the book.

Even though Shilov didn't have to face anyone before, she still insisted on putting on makeup every morning.

"Shall we have breakfast in the lobby?"

Hearing Giles' words, Shiloh actually felt a little nostalgic. She covered her big tail on her knees and said, "No, let's eat on the terrace, Afu, let's go to the terrace."

The butler Afu, whose head was still covered with a big bump, nodded blankly and pushed Shilov's wheelchair towards the terrace, while Giles walked to the railing of the corridor on the second floor.

"Ms. Shiloh said she wants to eat on the terrace, so bring all the breakfast over here."

Standing in front of the spacious door of the terrace, Shilov was a little scared. The reason why she did not get up during the day, in addition to charging the gears, was because she was afraid of seeing the ruins.

The silence of a palace was enough for her, and she didn't want to see the silence of an entire ruin.

"Ma'am?" Giles asked curiously, holding the plate, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Shilov's tail was tightly stretched. "Nothing, Giles, could you please open the door for me?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot about you..." Giles put the tray aside and pushed open the door to the terrace.

The damp and cold air rushed into the room.

The cold wind blew the hair on Shilov's forehead, but she seemed to be stunned and motionless.

Dozens of plumes of smoke were rising from the town that was originally in ruins, and the cold wind was bringing the strong smell of fireworks from afar to her nose.

Mixed in with the smell of fireworks was the increasingly clear sound of people talking, the noise of children, and Witt's hoarse shouting as he directed the pulley crane.

These sounds came from far away into the room behind the terrace and swirled around Shilov's head.

Shilov couldn't even wait to turn her wheelchair to the edge of the terrace railing.

The raindrops from the eaves fell onto the collar of her silk and linen pajamas, but she seemed not to feel anything.

During the three days of adjusting to the time difference, the ruins next to the original white gate of the town were cleared out and replaced by a dozen buildings with various signs.

The lower half of these buildings is extremely old, while the upper half is extremely new. This inconsistency makes them unique.

But despite this inconsistency, they also have one thing in common: they are almost arranged in a straight line, and all the buildings that illegally extended onto the street have been demolished by Horn.

This was the first suggestion Witt gave to Horn.

"This is really, this is really..."

Shilov grabbed the handrail of the terrace, and a rare different emotion appeared on her ice-sculpture-like face.

Giles stood behind Shilov, smiling at her back. Shilov's eyes followed the main road of the town, and she could see hardworking bricklayers on almost every ruin.

They carried the newly prepared mortar and stacked the stones layer by layer on the half-remaining wall. Some strong women carried some branches and garbage on poles and took them out of the city.

Next to the firewood room outside the city, dozens of strong men dismantled and sorted the rotten furniture, and finally chopped those that could no longer be used into firewood strips.

Under the roar of General Dong, the town in the ruins gradually took shape.

You know, later on, Shilov didn't want to wake up during the day because she was afraid of seeing the town.

There were collapsed houses, overgrown weeds, and a completely dead place. Even the last breath of life was devoured by the hairy undead.

However, in this desolate land, smoke from cooking, houses, and residents seemed to jump out from the cracks in the ruins like weeds, filling Shilov's vision.

Silently retreating, Shilov's wolf ears stood up and her tail wagged comfortably and leisurely.

"Gilse, put the tray on that little table."

Shilov's breakfast was not as exquisite as her makeup. It was just a plate of wheat bread, two blood sausages, a few vegetable leaves and a fried egg.

But she looked at the scenery in front of her and still ate with relish.

Early in the morning, rice porridge and fish soup began to be cooked in temporary workers' sheds outside and inside the city.

Although Horn tried his best to make salt, he still couldn't keep up with the speed of fishing. The extra fresh fish were wasted and naturally ended up in the mouths of these temporary bricklayers.

These refugees simply couldn't believe it. Even though it was just a bowl of fish soup, in an empire where rivers and streams belonged to the lord, this kind of meat could only be eaten during the Winter Festival or the New Year's Day.

You know, the lords would rather sell the products from rivers and streams to the market for money or even let them rot than give them to civilians or refugees.

Because if the common people and refugees are allowed to eat fish at will, they will have full stomachs, and when they are full, they will have unhealthy thoughts and will not be able to work well for the lords.

"one two three four!"

The sound so close at hand drew Shilov's attention back from afar.

Below the terrace, dozens of veterans and Salvation Army leaders were undergoing disciplinary training. Although they still ran crookedly, they were much better than before.

However, Horn's training for them did not stop there. They had to go to the military camp for classes every week and even study characters together every night.

"Good morning, Shiloh."

Jeanna, who was supervising the running of these bishops and elders, waved at Shilov.

Although there were some minor conflicts at the beginning, since both Shilov and Jeanna were talkative, their relationship quickly heated up during dinner time.

"Good morning, Jeanne, and Madeleine..." Shilov remembered the faces and names of all the bishops and elders, even the names of all the guards, maids and child soldiers in the Mechanical Palace.

However, the bishops and elders all had miserable expressions on their faces, and they could hardly breathe, let alone reply.

That’s great. That’s great.

I have never seen such vivid scenes in Shilov's mechanical stage plays, let alone so many characters.

They were so close that she could feel their warm breath.

When she hugged the dolls, if it was winter, it would be colder than usual, and if it was summer, it would be cooler than usual.

But real people are warm when hugged even in winter.

"Okay, I'm done." Using a handkerchief to wipe the grease from the corners of her mouth, Shilov turned her wheelchair and walked towards the hall. "Mr. Horn prepared such a wonderful stage play for me. I can't just watch it for nothing. Has the water pump from yesterday been assembled?"

(End of this chapter)