Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 157 Goodbye Lucy
In the bedroom, Lucy's sleeping face twisted, and she dreamed of when she was numb and left in the carriage when she was a child.Dreaming of parents and brothers with dull eyes behind.

In the new environment, although he has no worries about food and clothing, he is forced to whip and practice every day, and if he does not do well, he will be punished without damaging his appearance.

The person who taught and managed her approached the sinister face covered in white powder, so scared that she could only complete the action while crying.

The slightly older self was surrounded by the eyes of others picking and choosing as goods, and the disgusting and close old face made her wake up straight away.

After tidying up her messy hair, she hurriedly stood up and put on her coat and went to the lounge.

The ice cube had broken, and the red-haired figure lay there motionless, turning into a source of depression.

She lit the kerosene lamp and put it on the table for lighting, squatted down and hugged the person she had had a good talk with on the sofa.

The body is soft, and it feels weightless, just like holding a piece of tulle.

After putting it on the sofa, she took the blanket and covered it over the shirt. She was obviously a very tall woman, but now she looked like a small ball, extremely weak.

Holding a small mirror in his arms, he leaned against the sofa and continued to curl up, without the vigor and confidence that he had when we first met.

The beautiful face is still the same, but the light blue eyes are dim.Lucy helped her put her hair back behind her ears, and stroked her cold face.

"Are you back, Lucy. Thank you."

Hermione said this softly, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she continued to lie on her side without moving.

"Ms. Austin, what happened to you, why are you so painful and sad?" Lucy also lay on the sofa in front of Hermione.

"It's nothing, just let me stay like this for a few days."

"It's not good to hold back like this. When I was wronged, I cried directly, although the punishment later was longer."

After talking for a long time, the place became quiet.Seeing Hermione transformed back into a sculpture, Lu sighed and carried her back to her bed.

"I'll change your clothes for you. It's not good to rest in this dress."

After finishing her work, she also returned to the cold bed. Hermione's curled up body was cold and her back was on her side.

"Let's talk about it after you get better in a few days."

Lucy pulled up the quilt and fell asleep on her side, looking at the back of her head in front of her. She used to cry and shut herself up when encountering things. Maybe it will be fine in a few days.

Waking up the next day, Lucy left Hermione here without any emotion, at least the feeling of sadness disappeared.

She didn't have much time to come back this time, and she still had to take the time to meet her boss, Duke Teresa, whom she had only recently known.

She had guessed before that she was able to complete the deal with the butler under Duke Teresa so cheaply, and the contact person said it was a reward from the organization.

I don't know where I will be arranged to go again. Is it considered a promotion?Fallon is actually pretty good.

She laughed at herself a few times at her inexplicable naivety, and saw the distressed parents sitting at the dining table below.

Seeing her daughter come down, regret and remorse appeared on her face, she came up and hugged each other and shed tears together.

'Miss Austin!Every time you show up, you stir up everyone's emotions, what a villain! '

Lucy comforted her parents. After breakfast, she changed into the plain long dress at home and continued to check the accounts for the year. Family love belongs to family love. She knows exactly where her family's life foundation is.

When she came back in the evening, she called her brothers here, and the whole family sat around on the sofa. She held a page she turned out, her face a little calm.

The tax paid on timber in the middle of the year was inexplicably 1280 bode gold. She went to the chamber of commerce in the town at noon and asked whether the tax rate had not changed or she didn't come back often.

She probably knew where the money had gone. Carvey kept her head down and said nothing, while her mother, Marisa, was persuading her not to worry too much.The older brothers didn't speak either.

"Did your hometown give you some conditions again? Let you go back as long as you pay tribute?"

"It will be enough to make up for it with my salary next year." Carvey said, with a hint of stubbornness in his helplessness.

"Do you still have a salary? Is it enough for the next year or the next year? They were all cheated away. Those guys didn't care at all when we were about to starve to death."

"They call your daughter that I'm a whore, and spend the money they took from me with peace of mind. Don't you defend me?"

"Yes, I was originally...

Lucy, who was getting more and more excited, was thinking about what to say, but finally she sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly.

My own home was originally in the Vienna area of ​​Masinan Hornages, and my weak father couldn't live at home, so he came all the way here.

On the way, he met his mother and bonded together, and finally survived as a gardener in Garcia Town by planting flowers for others.

People in the plateau area have a strong sense of clan. In recent years, I don’t know how they found their father, put a high hat on him, and said good things to him.

He promised to give him a high position in the family to satisfy his vanity, but the price was to pay tribute continuously and suck blood for them.

A joke, I didn't see them when I was suffering in those places, and I didn't see them when I was about to starve to death.

He probably gave all his money to that group of people. I don't know why he took the risk of taking a large sum from his account this year. This is enough for an adult family to live a year in abundance.It even took a little thought.

"Don't worry about it in the future, just stay at home with your mother."

"Lucius, you and Bell will take care of it in the future. You should remember the straw pile we huddled together when we were young."

She beat the brothers, don't let them be as messed up as her father, and it's better to live well.

"Lucy, don't worry, we will take good care of father."

Most of her and her brothers also inherited her father's weak temper. Fortunately, they were born and raised here, and they didn't have the habits of their previous hometown.

"The forest area will eventually be cut down one day, and we must save some money to find another way out."

Lucy continued to talk about her plan with her brother, and her mother comforted her father who lowered his head and didn't know what expression it was.

After the chat, Lucy was a little tired and went back to her bedroom, where Hermione was still lying motionless, and everyone tactfully didn't mention her.

At first, I was a little envious of her, but now it seems that they are all poor people with different fates.

She changed into her nightgown and returned to the bed. She was cold, without heartbeat or breathing, just like a dead person.

"I'm kidding you, my family is like this. If you have a little money, you get carried away and ignore the fundamentals."

"You are very good, they are lucky to have you."

The voice seemed to be coming from all around, it was the familiar voice.

"I'm not bad, at least I've read a lot of books, although I was forced to do so. Otherwise, I wouldn't think about myself."

"If you don't want to be there, I can help you get out."

"Everyone has their own life, just protect me when you have time, I don't know what to do if I leave there!"

After Lucy finished this sentence, she found that Hermione hadn't moved, and she wanted to try to guide her.

Pull up the quilt, lean against her and close your eyes, let's talk about it tomorrow.

When she woke up in the morning, she touched her side and hurriedly opened her eyes to prop herself up, and found Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window in her white nightgown with her hair loose.

The morning air was very cold, she wrapped her quilt up and hugged Hermione, she was looking down at the small mirror full of cracks in her hand.

The bedroom was not reflected in the mirror, but some scattered light spots.

"My mother and sister are dead, I can't go back, and my friends are not well protected. As long as everyone has anything to do with me, they will suffer from unstoppable disasters. I'm leaving and I can't drag you down. I'm sorry Can't protect you."

"Don't go, I haven't said my opinion yet."

Hermione stood up directly, and Lucy subconsciously hugged her and hung her on her back.

"Think about what else you haven't done, like those people in Kamari Town."

Bitter wind and icy cold hit, and she found herself hugging Hermione outside the wasteland, her thin body in nightgown shivering uncontrollably.

Warm fireworks covered her whole body, resisting the severe cold brought by the environment.

Hermione in front knelt down and hugged her head and wept, "I killed her, I killed her."

"Without me, she would have nothing. That is the obsession to come to me."

She lay down in the snow again, as if she hadn't lost her spirit.

Lucy also rolled to her side and hugged her, not knowing what to do.

When she left Kamarie Town and returned to Langerberg, she went to Gessler's house to inquire about Hermione's situation, and learned that the mistress was ill, but unexpectedly passed away.

Things are unpredictable, last night Hermione also said that her mother and sister had also died, no wonder it became like this.

If my parents and brothers both died, I really hadn't thought about what would happen to me.

It's unbelievable that she walked directly into the wilderness in one step.

Such a strong person can't protect his own family, how terrible the other party is.

Looking at the milky white flame wrapped in his hand, he is obviously a person who cares about the people around him, so he will always encounter misfortune!She took Hermione back into her arms and sat with her in the snow.

"I don't know what to say, maybe I'm not qualified either, wait until you figure it out."

"Maybe I should obediently listen to them and follow their arrangements. I obviously have many opportunities to avoid it. Why did it become like this?"

Hermione struggled, hugged Lucy back to the sky and yelled, with a very long voice, shaking off the snow that had accumulated on the trees.

The red hair floated all up towards the sky, venting his painful and helpless anger at fate.

When Lucy opened her eyes again, she found that she was back on the bed in her own bedroom, and Hermione was sitting beside her staring at the small mirror in her hand in a daze.

"You just need to figure it out. I saw a sentence that every encounter has its meaning."

After speaking, she changed into a gray dress and a coat, closed the door and left, leaving behind Hermione who was sitting in a daze.

Hermione lay directly on the bed with her hands and feet spread out, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

After waking up, I haven't accomplished a single goal, and I'm still alone.

No wonder I didn't respond to my call, it turned out to be gone long ago!

Did it fall because of something?Even if she can't beat her, she can run away, even if it is a fatal blow, someone will share it!
The so-called family glory is bound, why is she so stupid, she insists on going with that group of cannibals.

Thinking of the red sword stuck in the castle, he looked at the shattered remaining spirit body in his hand.Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes like water.

At least I have to know what's going on, what happened?
'I still can't save you, you are implicated by me, I will find a way. '

She touched the shattered mirror, recalled those stinging memories, and looked for the possibility of existence inside.

The witch's magic is all about destruction and man-made disasters. She smiled helplessly, perhaps only the omniscient and omnipotent Creator could do it.

Mister Fool doesn't have any similar authority, so I don't know if it's useful to ask for help.

Or the creator of the blood race?They should have similar resurrection magic?But the correspondence is related to their pathways.

After thinking about it, she thought of the relics of the ancient sun god in the Southern Continent, perhaps she could steal the power of creation from there to recover.

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom would definitely have clues about that magical ceremony, and their Lord was once a follower of that.

'The matter of my sister is irreversible, but you and I will do our best. '

Hermione wiped the mirror clean, the cracks on it didn't heal, as she said to herself.

Then I closed my eyes and rested. I was so exhausted that I didn't want to face it.

After a long time, the outer door knocked and opened.

"Ms. Austin, your friend's Helen is here to see you."

Lucy came in with Helen, who was wearing heavy priestly clothes. Her flaxen light brown hair was still in two braids, and she wore a thick cotton hat.

Seeing the decadent figure stretched out on the bed, is this the energetic and preachy person I saw a few months ago?
She also lay directly on the bed. Miss Lucy in front of her probably wouldn't mind, as she had become good friends with her just now.

"Ms. Austin, how about going skiing, I haven't skied before, and now is a rare opportunity."

"Lying down won't solve the problem."

It took a long time for Hermione to say, "You guys go, I'm tired, I want to be alone for a while. Thank you for your concern, Helen."

She had no choice but to stand up and spread her hands towards Lucy, and the two of them closed the door and left.

"Let's talk about it in a few days. The world of the strong is beyond our comprehension."

Helen and Lucy chatted for a while and bid farewell to go back. Could it be that they encountered too much blow during the mission?

No wonder she didn't come back to Garcia Church, her luggage is still there, she will come back.

"A strong person also has troughs. In my opinion, she is also a human being, so there are joys, sorrows, and sorrows."

Lucy sent her out and continued to talk a few more words. It seems that Helen's role is the same as her own, in exchange for a thank you.

"I'm too weak to even have this trouble, goodbye!"

(End of this chapter)