"Miss...why should we take care of a little beggar?" The housekeeper standing by the bed didn't understand why the lady, the family patriarch, would act like this.
The girl gave the housekeeper a cold look, but her cold eyes could not block her beauty. Although she was only a sixteen-year-old girl, her charming temperament made her look like an iceberg beauty.
"In my eyes...some people are worse than beggars..." the girl said coldly.
The housekeeper scratched his head. There was nothing he could do to deal with this willful young lady. He had watched her grow up and never once did she act according to common sense.
"The coachman...cut out his tongue!"
The housekeeper was startled and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his head: "Why, Miss!"
Messerli moistened a towel, folded it into a square shape and placed it on Fant's forehead: "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. Isn't this what you have always taught me?"
The housekeeper looked at the unconscious young man lying on the bed and seemed to understand the reason why the eldest lady did this.
"I understand! Miss!" The housekeeper bowed lightly, then turned and walked out of the door.
Not long after, a man's cry for mercy was heard in the garden outside the villa. After a while, the entire garden became quiet.
One of the guards threw a piece of half tongue still dripping with blood into the den of the hounds, and several hounds began to bite madly, fighting for a piece of meat.
Messery took care of Fant carefully. She touched him and found that half of the bones in his body had been broken. She frowned slightly and put her right hand on Fant's left shoulder.
A stream of black-purple air appeared in her palm and slowly penetrated into Fant's body.
Fant suddenly frowned, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the sweat quickly soaked the sheets.
At this time, Fant's body was in severe pain, as if he had been bitten by a wild beast. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, and even tore a big hole in the white sheets.
This black-purple air flow wandered in Fant's body for a while, and then returned to Messery's hands.
Regarding the legendary black magic, no one would have thought that this fifteen-year-old girl, the heir to the Messery family, was actually a witch who was proficient in black magic.
Nowadays, people who can use black magic are almost extinct. This unique profession is as precious as a black pearl.
And Messery is the only outlier among the remaining black magicians. Her talent and talent have already surpassed the black magicians of all generations. This is all due to the soul behind her, the other self, who has been pushing...
If she doesn't become stronger, she will be eaten by others.
"Is it worth using your power for a little beggar?" A dark spirit came out of Messery's body, floated behind her, and laughed at her with a half-manly voice.
"Get out of here, Miss..." Messerli said coldly.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk! If other nobles know that the famous Miss Messery actually saved another little beggar, then what prestige do you still have in the eyes of this group of people? You should know that nobles have never disdained
Dealing with those poor people!" The black spirit floated to Messery's left ear again.
Its sound was as annoying as a fly's to Messery.
This guy entangled himself the day he accidentally touched the black magic book passed down from generation to generation in his family.
It is like her own dark side, reminding herself that she is a bad girl and should not pretend to be compassionate.
In the eyes of outsiders, Messery is indeed a cruel girl, but deep down in her heart, she unconsciously sympathizes with people who have the same life experience as herself.
Perhaps this girl is not completely indifferent to the core. She is cynical and looks down on these so-called nobles, including herself.
She felt helpless and shameful to live in such an environment. These people were using other people's lives and squeezing other people's flesh and blood for their own benefit.
Therefore, Messery never bothered to associate with other nobles, she never bullied the people or even ignored them.
Over time, in the eyes of the poor, this woman was like an arrogant princess. No one looked at her, and no one dared to look at her. Everyone seemed to feel a sense of gloom when they saw Messerli.
The fear of the forest.
This is how Messery uses her own unique way to vent her dissatisfaction with the dark world.
Her method is to fight violence with violence, so she has a bloody feud with the other three nobles. She has killed countless assassins from them, and she even started to feel a little bored.
"If you don't calm down! Don't blame me for being rude!" Messerli said coldly, changing the towel on Fant's forehead and touching his left side that she had just used black magic on.
Half of the body and bones have been reattached, and it looks like there is no danger to his life.
"You won't! You have to know that you have such power all because you have me! Otherwise...ah!!!" The black spirit body was suddenly hit by black flames from Messery, and a piece of his head was missing.
The big piece turned into a concave shape.
"I no longer count on you! Don't think too highly of yourself!" Messerli stared at it coldly, her expression as cold as ice.
The black spirit flew around the room: "You bad woman! Next time something happens! Don't call me!! It hurts me to death..." After saying that, the black spirit flew back into Messery's body.
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The room suddenly became quiet...
And Fant's expression seemed to slowly soften.
"Riva! Riva..." Fant called his sister's name in a coma. At this time, the only thing that could make him feel the meaning of living was his sister.
Messery looked at the boy quietly, as if thinking of her past self.
In that dim room, a dozen children in iron cages huddled quietly in the corner. They stared at each other, wanting to see which one would be taken to the market next.
This gang, which specializes in kidnapping and trafficking young children, has successfully completed more than 200 transactions. Not only are they looking for targets within the city, they even target poor villages outside the city.
For them, money is their belief, and for it, this group of people will do anything.
There was a knock on the door. The sturdy man put down the wine bottle in his hand and walked to the door and opened the iron door.
A man dressed as a gentleman walked in, and his black cane hit the ground, waking up Riva from her sleep.
"Lord Oren!" The tough man bowed slightly.
Euron nodded, walked into the house and looked at the "goods" in the iron cage.
"No. 4! No. 8! No. 12! Bring these three things out!" After saying that, Oulun turned and walked out of the door.
The sturdy man followed the number Pullen said and pulled out the child with the same number on the cage.
"Let me go! Please!"
"What are you doing! Catch them! They are better than me!" A boy of about twelve years old pointed at the children in other cages and begged the strong man to replace him with others.
The three children were pulled out of the door amidst a burst of shouting and loaded into a carriage. No one knew where they were being sold.
Riva looked at everything that happened in front of her, tears streaming down her eyes. She was very scared. She didn't know if she would be next.
This notorious Quipley family actually engaged in some illegal activities, including human trafficking, underground casinos, and taking young girls to brothels to work as prostitutes to make huge profits for themselves.
Because the current king is incompetent, the law is not binding on nobles like them at all. Some of the loyal ministers in the palace have already left this fallen city, and there is nothing left for them to miss here.
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After the sturdy man came back, the young man who had seduced Riva also walked into the house.
He sat on a wooden chair next to the cage, put his right foot on the iron cage, and looked at the other children in the cage.
"You are so lucky!" said the young man.
"Is there any good news?" The tough man sat behind him and continued to drink.
The young man smiled slightly, as if he had negotiated a big deal: "The remaining goods have already been booked!"
"Who is so generous?"
"The Cult of Evil God!" said the young man.
The tough man frowned: "That cult outside the city? Why do they need so much goods?"
"Sacrifice! In a few days it will be their day of sacrifice. They said they want some boys and girls to worship the evil god!"
The tough man put down the bottle of wine and said with a mocking look on his face: "Fuck the evil god, there are no gods in this world, they are a bunch of bastards!"
"Maybe! But I heard that there is a thousand-year-old monster living in a cave in the magic mist forest on the mountain, and this sacrifice is going to be sent there. To be honest, I really want to see what the thousand-year monster is.
!" The young man looked at the child in the iron cage, and the smell of copper seemed to overflow from his eyes.
(Brother! Where are you! Come and save me...) Riva huddled in the corner, her whole body trembling. She begged her brother to come quickly and rescue her from this devil's cave, but she didn't know that at this time, his
My brother is lying unconscious at Messerli's house.
Two days have passed, and Fant is still in a coma. Because his body is too weak, he has lost a lot of weight.
The handle on the ornate wooden door turned slightly, and the two maids in the room immediately turned around.
"Miss!" They bowed slightly.
Messery glanced at Fant who was lying on the bed: "How is he?"
The maid shook her head: "He is still in a coma."
"I know! Get out!"
Messery sent the two maids away and began to take care of Fant herself.
"If you're a man... wake me up quickly!" Messerli said as she wiped Fant's body with a wet towel.
At this moment, Fant seemed to have received a response, and his lips wriggled slightly.
"Mei…Mese…Li…danger…danger"
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