Chapter 662: Bet

"That's Kent Tanka, the mute daughter of the Fishermen of the Bay."

Since the "God" visited Tom's temporary residence, many local residents began to wander around the earthen house, perhaps wanting to get some aura of God. After a few days of testing, he found that Tom did not express their existence. The people in this small town simply moved their market to this street. Anyway, the town is not big, it’s just a few more steps, and Tom is happy to see the result, he Going out for shopping has become simple and quick, and the townspeople are willing to give a low price to this foreigner who has communicated with God. Except that there are often people lying there and kissing the footprints left by the bird-headed man on the road at the door, Tom does not feel that he is life has been disturbed too much.

But Haierbo's attitude was even more ambiguous. He ordered Tom to revoke the spell of closing his ears and listening. In his words, "Popularity can make me recover quickly."

A week after the visit of the bird head man, Hai Erbo can basically go to the ground, but the area of ​​activity is limited to a small room, which also makes the townspeople forget that Tom was carrying a charred toy when he came. corpse.

Today, Tom went out early as usual, wandered around the coast first, looked at the increasingly fierce thunder and thinning clouds across the sea, and after a brief exchange with Nelson, he threw the little silver ball back into the sea , collected some herbs that might rush in, he carried the linen package back to the door of the earthen house, and saw a figure that should not appear here in this street market that had already shown a trace of prosperity——

The blind girl who was supposed to be plucking the net by the sea.

She knelt on a tattered straw mat, with a few fresh fish in front of her, biting her lower lip tightly, her head lowered to her chest, panicked by the strange illusion and work, and dared not move. Like a sculpture placed directly across from Tom's house.

Tom curiously inquired about her news from the old woman selling charcoal on the roadside, but what she got was a disdainful tease.

"Her father left her here to look at the fish stall, maybe he wanted to make her look a little more airy, and hoped that God would come and heal her disease again," the old woman gritted her teeth, and while Tom was looking back, she smashed a few pieces into pieces. The charcoal was buried under the good charcoal, "What's the use? It's just useless work!"

"Kent Tanka?"

Tom raised his eyebrows. Names are a rare thing in this small town, especially for women. Under the social relationship of almost personal attachment, their freedom is pitifully less than what was whitewashed in history, except for royal family and nobles. Daughters, or born witches, hardly had names of their own.

"It's as humble as grass, but she still has a name," the old woman smiled and put the charcoal from the stall on the balance one by one, and glanced at the girl who was kneeling on the side of the road to watch the stall for her father with her old gray eyes , a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, he squeezed a cold snort from his throat, and said, "Her father who can't row a boat doesn't even have a name, this guy who can't hear, see, can't speak Also worthy?"

She made no secret of her malice towards the girl, her mid-spirited voice echoed on the street, making the surrounding vendors and customers laugh skillfully, but Kent Tanka just knelt there quietly, not listening at all. Seeing the people around her ridiculing her, maybe they have already taken this kind of bullying as a consensus, after all, she can't hear, can't see, let alone fight back.

"That's it," Tom nodded, "God should bless such a strong person."

"Who knows? Maybe it's God's curse. Maybe she offended God at some point," the old woman laughed, raised her eyebrows, and showed a vulgar smile. "Look at her little face, it's lovely." , The dazed appearance also makes people feel distressed, you are someone who has been visited by God, her idiot father would not dare to go crazy with you."

"..."

"What do you say?"

The old woman was short in stature, so she didn't notice Tom's gloomy face, and she was still winking there, trying to mix some pieces of charcoal into it, but when she touched the charcoal with her dirty hands and wanted to flick it into the bag, , but the burning pain from her fingertips made her howl.

Just like the cry of an animal when it is imprinted, she saw that the few broken coals became as red as if they had just been pulled out of the stove, but when she looked again, they had returned to their original shape, and only a row of blisters on her fingertips proved that they had just been taken out of the stove. What happened was not a dream.

Tom had already returned to the yard of the earthen house with the bag of charcoal, and threw a silver coin at the old woman's feet. She swallowed, the charcoal was obviously not worth so much money.

"Maybe that guy read it wrong?" She thought to herself, quickly looked around for a week, and when she found that no one noticed, she stretched out her leg and stepped on the silver coin under her foot. The same burning pain came from the sole of her foot, but she Just pretend it's hallucination, "Just pick it up when no one's looking..."

Throwing the charcoal into the corner of the yard, Tom looked back at the silver coin that was smoking black at the old woman's feet.

"Do you care about her? Karkaroff," Haierpo walked out of the room on crutches, patted Tom on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you care about that girl."

"I'm just curious, how did someone like her grow up to be so big?"

Tom was a little confused. After several months here, his Egyptian language was already as proficient as the locals, but he was always troubled by the girl he saw when he went ashore for the first time. What kind of way to perceive the world, and what is it that makes this soul that is not much more complicated than a small animal hidden in the human body survive.

"Why?" Haierbo also looked at the girl across the street, but his eyes were completely different from Tom's. At this moment, his state was not much better than that girl, "Why are you interested in this useless guy? Her existence and not Does existence have any impact or even the slightest meaning in this world?"

"I don't understand," Tom shook his head. "Even as a prophet, it's hard for me to think of her proper place in fate."

"Many things, including many people, are like this," Haierbo sneered. "The meaning of their existence is not as good as grass, but they still live in this world, encroaching on what should belong to others. Every grain of wheat Entering their belly, there will be a hungry person who is worthy of food, and the existence of their life is a sin in itself."

Tom looked at Hai Erbo in surprise. His expression was hidden under the mummy's bandages, but the flames of being defeated by Nelson were ignited in his eyes. Hai Erbo had not been lying in vain for the past few months. After his power is not invincible, he seems to be trying to integrate his fallacious theory into a theory that more people can understand, but it is really clumsy, just like a mentally retarded Grindelwald.

"Since you are so curious, why don't you ask this insider?"

Haierbo looked at Tom approvingly, and looked at the old woman's feet. He appreciated this kind of torture, even if Tom only punished him slightly, and said, "Throw a silver coin that is enough for her to live a good life for a year. On the ground, even if she knew it was a piece of red-hot coal, she would step on it to prevent others from seeing it, I am curious, can her greed survive the pain?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Want to make a bet? Karkaroff," Haibo said with a strange laugh, "You underestimate greed."

"No, Master Haierbo," Tom refused with his back turned to him, "the seer never bets."

"Boring." Hai Erbo shrugged, "Back to our topic at the beginning, since you are so curious, why don't you ask this insider?"

"What does she know?"

"Give me your wand." Helbo stretched out his hand, asking for the wand like Tom. "I'll show you a magic that's finally perfected."

Tom also finally understood the reason why Haierbo walked out of the room. The magic in his mouth had made a breakthrough, and he couldn't hold back the idea of ​​practicing it. Without hesitation, Tom handed the wand to Haierbo.

Now it was Haierbo's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect Tom to give the wand so simply, he shook his head helplessly, and said, "Forget it, no need, I can cast magic without a wand."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, pressed in the direction of the old woman through the courtyard wall, and said softly: "Legiliency."

The old woman's body froze, her body fell backward uncontrollably, and fell into the weed pile by the wall, and the silver coin that burned through the sole of her shoe rolled towards the street as she kicked her legs, The silvery light attracted the eyes of almost everyone who could see it, but she still couldn't keep this unjust enrichment after all.

"Hehe, I lost the bet."

Hai Erbo sneered, and immediately after, the milky white steam that only he and Tom could see poured out of the old woman's seven orifices, gathered at his fingertips, and was flipped like a magazine.

"Huh? It's really a story with twists and turns," Haierpo let out a rooster-like laugh, shrugging his shoulders crazily, looking like he was crazy, "This old guy, if he was a wizard, I'm afraid he could become a more than a wizard. Hermes is even stronger villain!"

He looked at the old woman with no resentment in his eyes, but full of approval and approval.

"This guy is alive because he has a good sister."

This is a clichéd story. The pharaoh's guards were looking for candidates for the princess for his young son in Egypt. When passing through Alexandria, a famous local beauty was included in the list by them. The fisherman's daughter had nothing but a good skin She has almost nothing but beauty, but she possesses one of the most valued qualities of the royal family besides beauty-innate magical power. No wizarding school invited her to enroll, and no one taught her magic. When this Muggle-born witch followed When my father went to sea, it was always calm and sunny.

The elder brother of the little prince is a man full of jealousy. He is jealous of his father's favoritism and his younger brother's youth. The 40-year-old heir to the country has sat in this position for too long, so that he hates everything he doesn't own, and he chooses to be Horus, the patron saint of the younger brother, hated his father for choosing a witch as his concubine.

So, the persecution happened, and the candidate for the concubine must have a name. When the witch Kent Tanka was named, almost everyone in the fisherman's town was celebrating her, but "the concubine's ascension to the throne needs people from the homeland as sacrifices." The ignorant rumors of "goods" are also spreading rapidly in the town. Jealousy will distort all good qualities and make people crazy. On a howling afternoon, armed townspeople rushed into the fisherman's house and grabbed For the witches who can't use their own magic power, the men hold up their father, and the women destroy their thorny beauty.

The blade waving on the witch's face became more and more uncontrollable. When a sharp blade cut her throat, it did not stop in panic, but a more vicious vent. They destroyed everything in this family, but when the first When the sun rose the next day, everything returned to normal, and the townspeople continued to fish for a living. The desperate father listened to his daughter's last wish and left her only beautiful name to her poor congenital deaf Dumb sister.

The people in the town treated the fisherman who lost his daughter with a normal attitude as if nothing had happened. This appearance lasted for less than a month. Those men who killed the witch were buried in the belly of the fish one after another, and the women began to age rapidly , their panic continued until one person died of old age in a decaying body, and the last person dragging his old body broke into the house of only one girl on the same gloomy afternoon when a fisherman was out at sea.

In her opinion, the mute girl who witnessed everything is the root of all disasters. She is a cursed witch. She approached the crying girl madly, but she no longer had the strength to strangle her. Her nails dug into her bright eyes, and she fled in the sound of the fisherman's footsteps.

When the fisherman returned home, all he saw was a chicken feather and a little daughter whose eye was cut by a slit.

He didn't know who the murderer was, and his daughter was not only blind in one eye, but the other eye also lost its luster in the festering infection. She was completely turned into a puppet who couldn't perceive the outside world. Age closes the last window.

The fisherman took advantage of the last time before his daughter went blind to teach her everything he could teach, and taught her to write her own name. These were the only characters he knew, and it became the last light and shadow in the girl's chaotic heart.

The girl gradually grew up and became as beautiful as her sister, but no one in the town remembered the beauty who almost became a princess. There was only an old woman hiding in the shadows watching the girl who had lost her light until today.

"It's a good story, isn't it?"

Haierbo laughed until the wound on his body was almost open. He leaned forward and back, and the rotten bandage broke inch by inch: "The disaster brought by ignorance is much more creepy than evil! In contrast, I am actually a person who is trying to make the world a better place." Better noble man, hahahaha!"

"..."

"Resentment, despair, hatred, resignation...these things that should be there don't exist, she doesn't even know what those things are, so beautiful, so ignorant, so pitiful," Haierbo's body was distorted out of shape , but he refused Tom's correction, with a wicked smile, "What a beautiful empty shell, my mind suddenly has countless great ideas, Karkaroff!"

"You need to rest."

Tom pursed his lips.

"I'll help you turn her into a healthy, alive, and even powerful person, Karkaroff," Haierpo's wounds burst open, and his whole body was bathed in blood. The skyrocketed, causing everyone in the street to faint, leaving only the girl sitting kneeling with her head bowed. A ghostly smile appeared on his face, and he quickly formed a poker board, oppressing him with devilish whispers. Tom's nerves, "Don't say no, Karkaroff, this is your winning bet!"