Chapter 601: The sharp knife stuck in the eye socket
In the room, the family turned their eyes and looked at Gretel in response.
The mother of the child huddled in the corner. Her face, which looked thin and sad during the day, but still clean at least, was now covered in patches and shadows under the extremely dim light.
The child's father was squatting on the other side, in what barely looked like a bed, his eyes shining in the darkness. He leaned forward with his arms on the ground, like a beast that could be pounced at any time.
As for the children, several young children buried their heads in their mother's apron, with at most half of their faces exposed. Occasionally they let out half-sobs, and then swallowed them immediately, as if there was some big terror in the room.
Gretel "..."
He casually used the illumination spell. The narrow, smelly room suddenly became brighter. He suddenly felt very hopeful, but he still saw nothing.
The areas on the woman's face that looked like shadows before were all bruised and swollen. There were two rows of dried blood scabs hanging under the nostrils, and there was a big bruise on the edge of the cheekbone. It looked like she had been beaten hard.
.
There are also a few scratches on the man's face and chest. They are long, with a little blood at the end, and are submerged under the chest hair. However, compared to the woman's injuries, they are almost negligible.
He lowered his head slightly, his muscles flexing. His face was frozen at the intersection of fear and ferocity, his eyes shot from under the messy hair, and he immediately turned away as soon as he touched Gretel, and stared at the child on the ground:
That child, the child that Grete had just cured the day before, that little girl of three or four years old, was sleeping on the ground now, her whole body wet, her face flushed, and her breath weak.
"What are you doing?" Gretel's voice grew louder unknowingly:
"What are you going to do?!"
He knelt down to check on the child. The mother made a rattling sound in her throat and wanted to speak, but in the end she just hugged the baby in her arms tighter; while the child's father took a few breaths and roared suddenly.
:
"You put her to death! You put my Jenny to death! She started to get sick when she came back! She got so sick!"
The roar echoed in the small room of less than 10 square meters. Creaking, creaking, cracks in the doors of the surrounding rooms were opened, and it seemed that countless people were leaning against the doors to peek. Gretel remained silent and put his hand on the child's forehead.
:
piping hot.
Coupled with the child's rapid breathing and heartbeat, wet clothes from top to bottom, and never changed out of clothes, consider the reaction of the child's parents...
Gretel's face slowly darkened:
"You made her sick, right? You want her to die and then get the money?!"
He shot out a ray of white light from his fingertips and wiped it all over the little girl's body from head to toe. [Remove Disease], a third-level magic, had an immediate effect. The girl groaned a few times, the redness on her face faded, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Grete had never been so grateful to magic. With a slight stroke of his finger, a faint ray of light flew out:
Dark magic, activation rope, and sound elimination. As soon as the three-piece suit fell, the silent darkness suddenly enveloped half of the room, tightly controlling the couple. Then, Gretel half-knelt on the ground and asked softly:
"Little Jenny? Do you recognize me?"
"...I recognize you. You are the priest." The little girl blinked and replied timidly. Grete smiled at her and continued to ask:
"What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly have a fever?"
The little girl shrank reflexively and looked around. After a while, she didn't see anything that frightened her, and then she answered in a low voice:
"Dad asked me to soak in cold water... I soaked with my clothes on and I was not allowed to take them off."
"Where's your mom?"
"Dad beats mom."
Gretel clenched his fist tightly, his fingers rattled, and his knuckles turned white little by little. For money, for money, you can let your own child die...
He clenched his fist, released it, clenched his fist again, and released it again. Until he could control himself not to punch out, he stood up with the little girl in his arms and waved away:
"...What else do you have to say?!"
The mother of the child collapsed on the ground and kept crying. The man was tied with an activated rope and fell to the ground struggling. Suddenly he raised his head and roared loudly:
"What do you know!...What do you know! That's ten gold coins! Ten gold coins! You know what ten gold coins can do! It can make our whole family eat meat, it can let us move out of this damn place, and it can make my son
go to school!!!"
Veins popped up on his neck and his face turned red:
"... You high-minded men can eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want, and if you want to practice your skills, you can search the whole city for poor people and insert vines into people's hearts. This child was born to me! I gave birth to her, I raised her, and each one has to pay for it.
So what if we just let her die!"
"...Not so good." Grete sighed softly. He held the girl, patted her gently, and silently threw out a soothing spell to calm the frightened child:
In this poor and miserable world, what can we do if we talk about morality with people who are struggling to survive?
He took one step, then two steps, and stepped back steadily. When he took the third step, he had already backed out of the room, and said calmly through the door:
"But it was you who harmed the child, not me who put her to death. I have seen everything. Even if she dies now, the Viscount will not give her any money. Also"
He tightened the girl in his arms. He raised his fingertips and pointed in the direction of the man. The activation rope flew out, let go of the man, and weaved an "X"-shaped grid on the door frame, blocking the two of them.
middle:
"I'll take this child away. In one month, when my paper can be published, I will send it back to you. If you are not convinced or have the courage, come to the Mage Tower to find me."
After saying that, he walked away. Behind him, there was a loud noise from the woman's sharp cry, the man's suppressed roar, and the frightened cries of several young children. Soon, there were the roars of the neighbors and the sound of banging on the walls.
It boils behind you.
Grete walked faster and faster. When he came to the end of the corridor, he retracted the activation rope, raised his head and looked up the stairs to see the clear moonlight shining into his eyes. At this moment, it was like looking up at the human world from hell.
In this basement, the air is polluted, filled with garbage and debris, and there is no sunlight. The residents there have an average living area of less than two square meters per person, and they are half hungry and half full all year round.
Even if he takes the girl back to the hospital and lets her rest well and sleep for a month, how long will she live after she is sent back?
Gretel shook his head and no longer thought about this topic. He quickly walked up the stairs and returned to the street, licking his lips and whistling. After a while, Apa appeared at the alley with brisk steps, lowered his head, and pressed his hand hard on him.
He took a lick on his face.
"Appa! Appa, let me go! Your neck is even wet!"
Two days later, Grete sat in front of Mrs. Alva and chatted with her about her experience during this period, complaining and complaining:
"I collected all 10 patients and brought them back to the hospital, intending to raise them for a month. It turned out that half of the children who came back were sick! Although poor children are prone to getting sick, what is the purpose of all this hard work?
"
Of course it was to publish a paper, Mrs. Alva wanted to say so. But looking at Grete's dejected look, she could only recommend a cup of hot black tea, add half a cup of milk, and change the incense to a relaxing type:
"There's nothing you can do about it. Taking care of the poor is like this. In any case, they could have lived to be 10 years old, but after you treated them, they might be able to live to be 20 years old, or even 30 years old, right?"
Gretel shook his head and said nothing. Mrs. Alva comforted him while flipping through his papers:
"Poor people have their own worries, and rich people also have their own worries. Just like here, don't we have constant headaches every day? Since we started working on projects with Black Crow Swamp, my children can compete with the Necromancer in one day.
Two quarrels”
While she was talking ramblingly, there was a sudden noise outside, as if five or six men and women were arguing. Mrs. Alva put down the paper in her hand, stood up in a hurry, and came back after a while, shaking her head and saying:
"It's those kids again. Alas, the magicians of the control system always attract too much unnecessary attention and favor. The interpersonal skills of the necromancers, and..."
She didn't know what words to use for a moment. Gretel silently filled in for her:
House?
Anyway, most of the necromancers he met, especially the higher-level ones, were otakus. Not necessarily fat, but mainly because they dealt more with necromancy magic and negative energy. Most of them were skinny and skinny, but they were otakus.
What...
He loves skeletons, skins, and figurines. He is not very capable of dealing with living people. He talks endlessly about the things he likes without considering whether others can accept them.
Of course, as far as Gretel knew, the nerds he met in his previous life actually loved girls... It’s just that they were nerds and had poor communication skills, so they could only do long-distance sexual intercourse. And here, the nerdy magician’s
Appearance, affinity...
I always feel like something is going to happen.
He chatted with Mrs. Alva for more than half an hour, exchanged information on recent research, and received enough psychological comfort. Hearing that others were also worried, he seemed a little happier...
I have to admit that successful magicians of the magic control system are all high-level psychiatrists. Gretel said goodbye with satisfaction. Mrs. Alva stood up to see her off. As soon as she reached the end of the corridor and waited for the elevator, she suddenly heard a tragic sound in the distance.
scream:
"ah"
Mrs. Alva turned around and ran back. Grete quickly followed. However, a level 13 magician, even a magician of the control type, had more acceleration skills than a level 6 mage. Three or two times, Grete was thrown away.
We drove dozens of steps away.
By the time Grete arrived panting, the magicians had dispersed slightly and formed a circle a few meters in diameter. Mrs. Alva stood in the center, her face ashen, with an injured person lying in front of her:
An extremely narrow, extremely thin sharp knife was inserted downward from his left eye until it reached the hilt. The injured man's chest was covered with blood, he had difficulty breathing, and he had basically lost consciousness.
Gretel:!!!
He almost snatched the pendant from Mrs. Alva's hand, raised his hand, and quickly released a [Detection Magic]. The X-ray film came into the meditative field of vision, and Gretel's head buzzed, and he felt that his blood pressure suddenly reached 200.
:
The tip of this sharp knife was inserted through the injured man's left eye and penetrated directly into the base of the skull!
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