happiness experiment

When he was young, Oulka always teased him, but in general he still doted on him very much. At least when he had all kinds of secondary diseases, Oulka could always help him deal with the aftermath Work.

For example, when he inexplicably criticized the church for not caring about the suffering of the people, and was almost raped on the spot by the Pope at the time, Olka covered his ears and rushed over to snatch him back home.

"Why do you care about others? The church is in charge of fighting demons and witches, and the people are in charge of the king."

"Sorry……"

Beatrell apologized very earnestly as he iced Olka, who had been dazed by his death knell.

"Next time, if I don't care about you, it's up to you."

"Sorry Orka..."

Tears rolled in the little boy's eyes.

"That's right, let me have a look."

Olka stretched out her hand to pinch Bertrell's face, letting her knead it to her heart's content.

"..."

Thank you for not mentioning the ruffle skirt.

Bertrell thought that the bottom line was too low to change.

"Put on the little lotus leaf to go to school tomorrow."

"I reject!!!"

"Ok?"

A certain adult who had no temper at all added some strength to his subordinates.

"QAQ"

"Pfft~"

"By the way, Olka, why have you never..." Bertrelle stood on tiptoe and hugged Olka's waist, "Have you never used the death knell to prevent the death of people other than me? You must be able to save many, many people..."

"Because what is saved today will die tomorrow."

he said with a smile.

—————Boundary line—————

When Bertrell and his party arrived at the murder scene, at least four or five circles of people had already gathered there.

"Don't tell me you're too lazy to squeeze."

Bertrell grabbed Olka who was about to run away.

"I'm planning to cast a flash magic after we're far away, so that the crowd will disperse~"

The latter looked at him with a painstaking expression on his face that you misunderstood me.

"Didn't you tell me that the wand was in the lamp? It's still in Massagar's place."

Beatre increased the strength in his hands.

"So I have to wait until I run away and find that I can't cast magic before coming back."

Someone who was exposed lied without changing his face.

"Do not make jokes!"

In the middle of the crowd, Massaguer's angry roar instantly drew their attention back.

Olka, with sharp eyes and quick hands, pushed Bertrell through the crowd, causing the poor lotus leaf to be trampled black and pink.

"What happened?"

He asked Massaguer, who was arguing, and the woman who had come to their room with the old man.

"I am a doctor and an eyewitness. Let me explain, Mr. Priest." The woman glanced at the girl and replied first.

"Mr. Gree died for an unknown reason just now. We suspect it has something to do with the sealed box, maybe it's a curse or something..."

"That's right..."

The captain who had been standing next to the woman echoed, and several guests nodded.

"It's all said and done..."

Massagal was about to refute, but was stopped by Ley.

"It's safer for Mr. Olka and the others to handle this kind of matter."

he whispered.

"Hey, aren't you a doctor? Why are you still making fun of unreliable people like Li Luanshen?"

Olka changed the subject as expected, the corner of the boy's mouth twitched, his expression complicated.

"Remember that you yourself are a priest!"

Bertrell couldn't bear it anymore and took out the magic wand that Massaguer handed him before boarding the boat, and hit the back of Olka's head.

"A career has nothing to do with my beliefs."

Olka covered her head with a solemn expression.

"Ahem, Mr. Sacrifice, Miss Knight, we should focus on resolving the incident first."

The captain coughed a few times.

The priest who humbly admitted his mistake immediately squatted down and observed the condition of the corpse.

The deceased was a middle-aged man, who looked like a common businessman. His death was a bit hideous, and there were several scratch marks on his neck, which seemed to be scratched by himself.

There were some broken biscuit crumbs on the ground next to the corpse, which seemed to have been stepped on countless times by the people who swarmed up at that time, and it was almost invisible unless you looked carefully.

"Did you get stuck eating biscuits?"

Olka asked.

"Please don't make such a joke." The woman was a little annoyed, "You are questioning my professional level. Although I am just an ordinary doctor, I haven't checked the corpse. But it is not choked to death. It can be seen of."

"We very much agree with your professional level, Miss Marty." Beatrell apologized, leaned over and bowed slightly to the woman, "But please allow me to ask, there are other people with relevant knowledge or experience on board ?"

People around looked around, but no one stood up.

That is no more.

thought Beatre.

"Or out of nowhere a private eye who's after a criminal who's sure not to be a murderer or something."

Olka said confusedly.

"..."

Dr. Marty seemed too lazy to continue communicating with him, and went straight to Bertrell.

"I checked Mr. Gree's body and found no signs of poisoning, but his death was very similar to poison hair, so I speculate that it was caused by something sealed in the box."

"But Miss Marty, we can't be sure that everyone here won't use the curse you made, and we can't even be sure whether Mr. Gree's death has anything to do with the curse. What's more, we have been in the room just now Take care of that box, you should have seen it when you came here before."

"Yes, I did, but what happened after my grandmother and I left, I don't know."

Bertrell frowned upon hearing that, "Are you doubting us?"

"If we want to hurt people, why don't we just release the contents of the box and move them back?"

Seeing that they hadn't made much progress for a long time, Massaguer couldn't help interjecting.

"How could it be! It's too late for us to thank you guys for helping us take care of such a dangerous item." The captain hurriedly waved his hand, and trotted over to stand in front of Dr. Marty and Bertrell.

"Mattie, don't make them actually open the box."

The blond girl who had been standing next to Dr. Marty from the very beginning tugged at the hem of her clothes and whispered.

"...Aisha, I have a measure." Dr. Marty patted Aisha's head lightly.

"Sorry, I didn't doubt the meaning of the two of you and Miss Massager, I'm just afraid that you will be used by people with ulterior motives."

"...What do you mean by that?" Massager narrowed his pupils, and quickly stepped forward to block Ley.

"I was fortunate enough to enter the church when I was treating an important member of the church for an old illness. At that time, it happened to be a 'Night of Disaster'."

She said, looking straight at Bertrell.

The onlookers exclaimed in unison.

"……what……"

The two playful church executives looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

The "Night of Disaster" was an attack that took place in the church a few years ago.At that time, the two witches launched an attack on the church for the very reason of being bored. Although the matter quickly calmed down and the church did not suffer much loss, the incident at that time was widely known among the people. Zooming in constantly, even the two witches were demonized to the point of ridiculousness.

Beatre's heart skipped a beat, and he understood the woman's intentions.

If Dr. Marty was the witness at that time, then she, like herself, discovered the identity of the boy.At the same time, she probably already knew that "Alia" was the current Pope Bertrell—after all, he was the one who led the paladins to resolve that incident.With his handle in his hand, it's no wonder he's so aggressive.

"I witnessed 'Night of Disaster' happen, so I know very well..."

"It's clear that I'm a 'Witch of Lies', you mean to say that?"

The sneering boy pushed away the girl standing in front of him, and said nonchalantly.

"……Hey?"

Massaguer blinked blankly, and looked back at the young man who suddenly had a cool and domineering aura in the eyes of the self-proclaimed witch.

"……Yes."

Unexpectedly, the other party would report himself, and Dr. Marty was taken aback.

The crowd of onlookers screamed in surprise, and many people had already started to retreat into the distance, for fear that the young man's impulse would wipe them out.

"...Ley?"

Massaguer turned away and looked at his friend who seemed to be a different person.

"...Sorry Massa, didn't tell you..."

"Shouldn't a witch be a woman?" She continued to ask with a confused look on her face, "Can you still change gender midway?"

"..."

The teenager lighted up the wax for his friend's attention.

"Masa, who told you that a witch is a woman? That's discrimination."

"Bullshit, why don't you say you're a fraud? Why don't you use 'female' for a witch? Can't you call him a witch?"

"I don't want it! Don't you think the Liar Demon Boy is full of despicable, shameless and suave brotherly aura?!"

"What the hell aura? I don't know if you want to boast or hurt..." The girl said, and suddenly remembered something and grabbed Ley's hand, "Wait a minute, what do you think you are? Liar... ...People? The one with colorful tears?!"

"Devil, your uncle, Qicai, your uncle..."

The boy lowered his head grumpily.

Thinking about it carefully, this is the second time in his more than ten years of swearing, and the first time was of course forced by the girl in front of him.At that time, he felt that the child's way of thinking was more tortuous than that of his childhood sweetheart, the Witch of Disaster's messy bird's nest hair.

"That's not the point!" The person who didn't get the point right yelled, "I knew that when I proposed to you last time and made you cry, I would have brought a flask to continue... Ley, how about I beg you to cry again one game?"

"..."

The teenager chooses to give up thinking.

The surrounding audience couldn't keep up with the girl's train of thought for a while, but no one thought of interjecting a word, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"... Massaguer, we still need to solve the incident first."

Seeing his priest watching the two cubs messing about with relish, Bertrell sighed and took the initiative to bring back the topic.

"Ah...sorry, Aliya..."

Massaguer let go of Ley's hand, turned around and folded his hands towards Bertrelle with an apologetic face.

Beatre walked up to her, stretched out his right hand and touched her head with a smile.

Then, in the boy's expected eyes, he stabbed him in the stomach who gave up resistance with the summoned left hand sword.

Orka also applied the same seal on it as on the box.

"Fortunately, you don't need a magic wand for sealing magic." He said happily, "I don't have a wand to fight, but I lost it directly. It's really embarrassing to fight."

"Thank you for your help, Miss Marty." Under the woman's satisfied gaze, Bertrell said without any emotion, "Although we are members of the church, we have not participated in the 'Night of Disaster', almost for the good Deceived by a witch who confuses others."

"My pleasure."

A slight smile appeared on Dr. Mattie's serious face.

"……Hey?"

The girl, who was tightly pressed into her arms by Belleville with one hand, let out a meaningless exclamation.