Chapter 606 The Sharp Knife Inserted Into the Eye Socket

In the room, the family turned their eyes to Gretel in response.

The child's mother huddled in the corner. The face that 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 squatted on the other side, in what barely looked like a bed, his eyes shining in the darkness. The body is bent forward and the arms are on the ground, like a beast that can be pounced at any time.

As for the children, several young children buried their heads in their mother's apron, revealing at most half of their faces. Occasionally, he would let out a half-sob, and then swallow it immediately, as if there was some great terror in the room.

Gretel "..."

He casually used the lighting technique. The narrow, smelly room suddenly became brighter, and he suddenly hoped very much, but 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 his nostrils, and there was a broken piece on the edge of his cheekbone. It looked like he had been beaten hard.

The man also had several scratches on his face and chest. It's long, with a little blood on the end, and it's 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 again:

The 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 unconsciously:

"What are you going to do?!"

He knelt down to examine 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 suddenly roared:

"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, the doors of the surrounding rooms opened a few cracks, and there seemed to be countless people sticking to the doors to peek. Grete remained silent and put her hand on the child's forehead:

piping hot.

Coupled with the child's rapid breathing and heartbeat, from top to bottom, wet clothes that have never been changed, and then consider the reaction of the child's parents...

Grete's face slowly darkened:

"You made her sick, right? You want her to die and then get the money?!"

A white light shot out from his fingertips and smeared over the little girl's body from head to toe. [Remove Disease], a third-level magic, the effect is immediate. The girl moaned a few times, the redness on her face faded, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Gretel had never been so grateful for magic. With a slight stroke of his finger, a faint ray of light flew out:

Darkness, Activating Rope, Sound Cancellation. As soon as the three-piece suit fell, silent darkness suddenly enveloped half of the room, firmly 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 pastor." 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, when she didn't see anything that frightened her, 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 rattling, and his knuckles turned white little by little. For money, for money, you can let your own children die...

He clenched his fist, released it, clenched it again, and released it again. It wasn't until he could control himself not to punch out that he stood up with the little girl in his arms and waved away:

"...What else do you have to say?!"

The child's mother collapsed on the ground and kept crying. The man was tied up with the 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 - I gave birth to this child! I gave birth to her, I raised her, A film about a girl who loses money, so what if we let her die!"

"...Not very good." Gretel sighed softly. He hugged the girl, patted her gently, and silently used a soothing technique 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, two steps, and retreated steadily. After taking the third step, he had already backed out of the room. He 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. And -"

He tightened the girl in his arms. He raised his fingertips and pointed in the direction of the man, and the activation rope flew out. He let go of the man and woven an "X"-shaped grid on the door frame, blocking it between the two of them:

"I'm taking this child away. In one month, when my paper is ready to be sent, 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, the woman's sharp cry, the man's suppressed roar, and the frightened cries of several young children formed a noisy mess. Soon, there were roars from neighbors and the sound of banging on the walls, which kept boiling behind him.

Gretel 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 - the clear moonlight shone into his eyes. At this moment, it was like looking up at the human world from hell.

In this basement, the air is dirty, filled with garbage and debris, and there is no sunlight. The residents inside have less than two square meters of living area 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 eat and sleep for a month, how long will she live after she is sent back?

Gretel shook his head and stopped thinking about this topic. He walked quickly up the stairs and back to the street, pursed his lips and whistled. A moment later, Apa appeared at the entrance of the alley with brisk steps, lowered his head, and licked his face hard.

"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 at the same time:

"I collected all 10 patients and brought them back to the hospital, preparing 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 illness - but, what is the purpose of all this hard work? ah!"

Of course it was for publishing a paper - Mrs. Alva wanted to say so. But looking at Grete's dejected look, she could only push for a cup of hot black tea, add half a cup of milk, and then 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 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? Ever since I started working on projects with Black Crow Swamp, my children can compete with the Necromancer in one day. A couple of fights—"

As 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. Gretel silently added for her:

House?

Anyway, most of the necromancers he met, especially the higher-level ones, were otakus. Not necessarily fat, mainly because they deal more with necromancy magic and negative energy. Most of them are skinny and skinny, but are they a homebody?

Love skeletons, love skins, and love 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 Grete knew, the geeks he met in his previous life actually loved girls... but they had a narrow social circle and poor communication skills, so they could only do long-distance sexual intercourse. And here, the charm and control magician’s appearance and 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 are also worried makes me feel a little happier...

I have to admit that successful magicians of the magic control system are all high-level psychiatrists. Grete said goodbye with satisfaction, and 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 scream in the distance:

"ah--"

Mrs. Alva turned and ran back. Grete quickly followed up, but a level 13 great magician, even one of the control type, had more acceleration skills than a level 6 mage. Three times and two times, Grete was thrown away dozens of steps.

By the time Gretel arrived panting, the magicians had spread out slightly and formed a circle several 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 handle. The wounded 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 view during meditation. Gretel's head buzzed and he felt his blood pressure suddenly reach 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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