Asian Girl Completion Manual

The morning light in the Southern Continent was surprisingly cool, and the hazy light was like white mist, dragging down the transferee Margaret's consciousness like half-dreaming thoughts.

She seemed to have returned to her hometown, to Paris after the war, and to that day in 1944 that she would never forget.

"Take off her clothes!!"

"They are all traitors and traitors!!"

"Shave their heads!"

In the dim morning light, above the mess left by the war, everyone stood on the streets of Paris, which symbolized the pearl of French glory, as if forming a parade. These French people who had been oppressed by Germany in the past few years finally finally Wait for the day of victory.

In the year 1944, the German garrison in Paris, Von Choltitz, had surrendered to the Allies. They finally drove the evil beast of fascism out of the free and romantic territory. This was their great victory four years ago. The glorious mission that the "Europe's First Army" has not completed.

But even this is of course not enough. During the years of being oppressed, they certainly still remember how the shameless French spies snobbishly flattered the Germans, and how the group of worms who clung to power took advantage of this name. It maintains a bloody romance.

They want to liquidate this group of damned spies and take back the dignity they gained through flattery and bowing their heads. This is the first step for the great French nation to stand up.

In the cool morning light, there was a restless noise outside, as if the restless anger in the people's hearts had completely materialized, and was about to completely devour Paris like a beast roaring into the sky.

"Marguerite Rene, I testify that she has gained wealth and wealth by selling her body in the past few years. She is an out-and-out traitor. She deserves to be liquidated and dragged into this shameful team! "

"Yes, she is very good-looking and is very popular with a German officer. I can testify!"

"In this case, then I have to ask her to come out and have a talk."

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The hustle and bustle outside the street was unknown, but at the door of the room on the second floor of a building, a blond lady wearing a headscarf was squatting down. She gasped and glanced at the noise outside. Her expression seemed a little bitter, and she faced There was a loud knock on the door outside, but Margaret knelt down and looked at her daughter in front of her.

Like him, she had long golden hair, but her eyes were full of trembling and fear at the moment, as if she was very afraid of the noise outside at the moment.

Upon seeing this, Margaret pursed her lips immediately. She lowered her head and put a doll next to her into the little girl's hand. Then she anxiously pointed to the bedroom and whispered to the little girl,

"Matilda, take the toys and go into the bedroom. Don't come out. Don't move if someone comes in. Also, don't speak German, okay?"

"Mom, is this a toy that Uncle Schnet gave me?"

Margaret was stunned for a moment, then pondered for a moment before nodding and saying,

".Yes."

"What about Uncle Schneider?"

"He went back to Germany. Be obedient, okay? Go back to the bedroom."

"Why don't we go with him? I heard what Uncle Schnet said to you before. He wanted you to leave with him."

"We are French, baby. Your father, grandfather, and mother's father are all French. We are French."

Margaret lowered her head as she spoke. She suddenly thought of her husband who left four years ago and could not come back. Her eyes became redder and redder. It was obvious that Margaret had said these words in her heart. I have done that many times, but for some reason, I just can’t do it to the daughter in front of me at this moment.

"I don't understand, Mom."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Margaret! Open the door!"

Margaret looked back at the door, then kissed Matilda's forehead, and then pushed her and the doll into the bedroom.

"You'll understand later, baby."

As the door closed, Margaret breathed for a moment, and then she adjusted her expression, seeming to be a little panicked about the people outside the door.

But after a moment of silence, she slowly walked to the door and pushed it open.

No one listened to her words, because she was quickly grabbed by her clothes and hair by the angry people, pushed and pulled out of her house and into the parade outside.

"Kill that spy!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The city was buzzing with people. The roars all around, the screams in the distance, and the almost close-up sound of gunshots and executions made Margaret's mind go blank. She was pushed and pushed like this, along with many others. The women who were identified as "criminal traitors" stood together and were escorted by many people around them to the other direction of the street.

The gorgeous clothes, gold and silver jewelry that the women had obtained from the enemies and superiors during the Vichy period and the German occupation period were all torn clean by the angry people at this moment, and some holes were added to their clothes. , walking awkwardly among the team, covertly avoiding the angry eyes of the people around him.

Of course Margaret was among them, but she felt more panic and uneasiness. She wanted to say something, but the noise around her was so loud that no one could hear her. Not even the woman next to him.

They were soon taken to a crowded square, where tens of thousands of people were watching. There seemed to be undried blood and bodies that had been dragged away on the ground.

When a man is found to be a traitor, he will be shot by his compatriots; women are obviously more lucky, their hair will be cut off, their clothes will be taken off, and they will be dragged around in the most humiliating way. Parading through the streets of Paris, he was humiliated and trampled on by onlookers.

Margaret was pinned down in front of the judges, along with the same women who were declared to have bowed to the Germans.

"Margaret Rene, it has been reported that you have had close relationships with Germans in the past four years and have used this method to gain benefits and harm the interests of your compatriots. Do you plead guilty?"

"I I didn't."

Margaret lowered her head, her brain turned white, and she knelt down on the ground in humiliation, letting the glares and various objects thrown at her were like daggers and swords. The people have long been dissatisfied with the group of glamorous French women who danced and sang every night in the occupied territories. They love the powerful and have no French integrity at all, so they would do such scandalous things.

"You lied! We saw it with our own eyes! There was a German officer with you! You lied!"

"That's right! You deserve to die!"

Margaret seemed to have been stabbed in a painful spot. She bit her lip and lowered her head. Her face was frighteningly pale.

"My children have no food to eat. My husband went to join the army and he did not come back. I did not betray France."

"You are such a disgrace to your husband!"

"You're such a slut!"

"Buzz"

Margaret's brain turned white, and even her light blue pupils couldn't help but shrink. These words almost made her heart stop, making her want to die here. But thinking of the children in the house, she still took a breath, her head drooped feebly, and she was unable to say a word.

Of course, this look is more like a helpless confession.

The judge was silent for a moment, and then said to the person next to him,

"Shave her hair and take her to the parade!"

Margaret was forcefully grabbed by her long golden hair that was hanging out from her turban. The "executioners" roughly used scissors to cut over her head, cutting the golden hair one after another like wheat. Long hair harvested.

"Crack! Click!"

Of course, there were some uneven hair that had not been cut, but the executioners would not be as gentle as the barbers of later generations. They would only roughly pull the hair from the scalp like pulling out seedlings.

Margaret shed tears in pain. The unprecedented shame made Margaret feel more and more desperate. But even so, she still lowered her head without saying a word and endured it in such an embarrassing posture. .

But when others started to tug at her clothes, she finally began to struggle unbearably. However, such a slender body could not withstand the strength of the thugs beside her, and her defense was almost easily opened. , followed by a burst of punches and kicks that made her completely give up resistance.

"Stop, stop!"

"Stop, stop!"

"I am Beren Ael, stop! This woman's husband is my former comrade-in-arms. She is not a traitor! Stop!"

Just when Margaret was curled up on the ground, an anxious shout finally came from the side. After hearing this, the executioners nearby dispersed in confusion, revealing the young man wearing an officer's uniform outside the crowd. Men come,

"Her husband is my former comrade-in-arms Ermanno Belle! Her surname is still Belle!"

The soldier broke into the execution ground with a gun raised, panted and trotted all the way to the crowd, bit by bit pushing through the people blocking the front, and came to the side of the extremely embarrassed Margaret.

But even he was still a little inexplicable when he saw the trembling man on the ground again, with only strands of the originally beautiful blond hair left on his head.

But Belen soon adjusted. He gritted his teeth and came to Margaret's side. He looked at the judge next to him, but in fact, there were too many people to be executed. This parade The noise and noise are like people venting their grievances that have been squeezed out for four years.

Seeing that an officer came to act as a guarantee, the executioners nearby dispersed and headed to another place where a woman was executed for rape.

When Belen saw this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly lowered his body and stretched out his hand to Margaret. He said,

"Mrs. Belle, are you okay?"

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Margaret covered her body and looked at the other person with some trembling, but she felt that the person in front of her was strange. It was not until a long time later that she murmured,

"Beren?"

".it's me."

Belen gave a bitter smile and looked at the turbulent square around him. He put the firearm in his hand into his gun bag, then pulled Margaret up who was still in the same place, and quickly walked towards the outside.

"It's not safe here, let's get out of here first."

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Margaret let herself be dragged away from here by Belen in a daze. What had happened just now had greatly threatened her, and she was a little distraught because of it.

But soon, she seemed to have thought of something and looked in the direction of her home.

"Beren. I want to go home."

"Okay, madam. But you should take a rest first. You are in a very bad state right now. And there is still liquidation over there. It might be better to wait until it is quieter over there before going back. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I want to talk to you." You say something... about your husband Hermano."

Margaret was led away from the execution ground tremblingly by Beren. The bloody smell around her and the looks of people around her looking at her head without much hair made her feel scared and desperate. Therefore, she felt a little He hid behind Belen in fear and followed him to a relatively quiet place: a street corner that had been liquidated long ago.

"Madam, I wanted to come to you before, but you are no longer where you originally lived. If I hadn't heard the voices of my colleagues, I wouldn't have known."

As they sat down, Beren looked at the embarrassed appearance of the woman in front of him, seeming hesitant to speak.

Margaret was slightly startled when she heard this, then she lowered her head and said,

"Since Ermanno disappeared, I didn't know what to do. It was very difficult at home. I had no means of making a living, but our daughter needed food. I had gone to work in a hotel owned by the Germans. I met a German there and he gave me a little help, but...but not what I asked for!"

At the end of the sentence, Margaret seemed to be afraid that Belen would misunderstand, so she quickly said this with some excitement.

Beren blinked after hearing this, and then smiled bitterly and said,

"No need to explain, madam, I understand that he is pursuing you. We surrendered too quickly at that time, and many people were unwilling to fight. Of course, it is understandable that we have fallen to this point, but you and Ermanno both You know he is a good person. Many people will be wronged or over-sentenced in what happened today. As long as you can survive, I have an explanation for Ermanno."

After hearing this, Margaret's ashen eyes finally shone with a little hope. She looked up at Belen in disbelief and asked,

"Is Ermanno still alive?"

"Alive? Oh, no him."

The light in Margaret's eyes dimmed a little, and then she lowered her head blankly,

"So, he died in the war with the Germans? But I don't know. I moved to Paris. Maybe there is news back to my hometown. It's been a long time."

Beren's originally hesitant words were even more stuck, but after a moment of silence, he still said,

"Hermano, he might have been killed by British artillery because of that damn 'Operation Ballista'. Just maybe, of course. But I heard he was on the Brittany and the British were afraid the navy would be destroyed by the Germans People control, so.”

Margaret just stared blankly at the officer in front of her, all the past events came to her mind.

Ermanno believed that the navy was unlikely to participate in the battle, so he asked his wife to leave the war zone with their children and move to Paris. As a result, she missed four years of news and notifications, and Margaret was so late. It took me a long time to get the news.

"Allies? Why."

".We were allies before the surrender."

Belen lit a cigarette, then leaned against the wall of the street, and paused for a long time before saying this.

The sparks in Margaret's eyes extinguished little by little. She lowered her head like a zombie and sat with Belen on this messy, ruin-like street.

The shouts of death and the sound of marches in the distance gradually faded away, and when the sub-zero cold atmosphere around them never recovered, Margaret said blankly,

"I am going home."

"I'll take you back, madam."

Belen glanced sympathetically at the haggard-looking woman next to him, then put on his military hat, put out the cigarette he was holding, and said,

"During the liquidation activities, some people will take advantage of the chaos to steal. I led the team here to prevent this from happening. It will be safer to go back with you, and we can also meet Ermanno's daughter. We made an appointment before Okay, by the way, don’t go out again after you go back, I will say hello to others.”

Margaret just walked in front blankly. Belen said so many words without any response. He couldn't help but look at her back, as if he wanted to say some words of comfort, but he couldn't for a long time.

He seemed to remember how he boasted about his wife when he met Ermanno before.

Ermanno said that his wife has beautiful blond hair, is familiar with classics, and can write poetry. She is gentle and beautiful, and is simply the dream lover of all romantic French people.

They walked back to the neighborhood where Margaret lived in silence. In her fast, seemingly extremely worried steps, the first thing Belen saw was an open door and the messy rooms inside.

Among them, in the open bedroom, a pool of bright red blood was constantly escaping.

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Margaret's back froze in silence, as motionless as a statue in Belen's sight, only looking in the direction of the bedroom.

She was indeed as beautiful as Ermanno had described her, even now with her head shaved.

But maybe, she is no longer romantic.

"Buzz."

The cool morning light continued to escape along the sky of the southern continent, making today's weather fresh and cool, and woke up the sleeping blonde beauty who was curled up on the bed.

Her golden hair spread out on the large bed like a waterfall, and her pair of dull, light blue eyes that seemed to be in a daze remained motionless, staring at the rows of simple buildings outside the towering tower.

In the residential area established in just six months, there are various sub-races or humans walking, including many special species from the Tree Continent. They are all sub-race residents brought back by Uncle Chun from thousands of miles away.

Looking carefully, there are already tens of thousands of people here, and they are faintly showing prosperity.

Margaret stared blankly at everything in front of her, not moving her body for a long time. Waves of golden light flashed from time to time in the tall tower behind her.

That is, the light of destiny.

"Margaret."

A gentle voice came from behind, waking Margaret up from her daze.

She turned her head and saw Uncle Chun coming up the stairs to the tower.

"Tsubaki."

Chun Bo glanced at the deep pool of water in the center of the tower, whose depth was unknown and had turned black. The golden light of fate was escaping from that pool of water.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze and said to Margaret,

"There are outsiders in the country. They are Fisher and those who were transferred before."

"I know, I've known it for a long time."

Margaret sat up slowly, looked at the darkening to cold sky in the distance, and then whispered,

"Let them in."

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