"Damn it!" A ten-year-old child walked quickly through the dark alleys of Montpellier. He was very agile, but he also seemed very hasty.
"Why aren't you afraid of the police? Are the backstage so tough?!"
Boom! While he was talking to himself, he bumped into someone's body, or in other words, someone's abdominal muscles, and then fell back because of the reaction force!
"Boy." The middle-aged man with a ferocious face grinned and said with evil intentions: "Could it be that the plan failed?"
"Brother, this is not my problem. They don't accept it at all in front of the patrol police!" The kid replied: "They may really be big shots in some country. The patrol police are afraid of them. We can't afford to offend them, so don't offend them."
Already!"
"No, it's just a bluff. How can any big shot come to Montpellier? If so, can't I receive any news?" The big man said, grabbing the boy with one hand: "It's just because you, a damn boy, don't work hard enough to please."
It's just the patrolman. If your [service] is not good enough, he will not do his job well. Obviously as long as we catch that person and take him to the police station, we can do whatever we want! But you!——"
He grabbed the kid by the collar and lifted the already petite and thin boy into the air: "But you, a completely useless piece of trash, missed twice and let that guy escape! How should you compensate me?"
My loss?"
"Brother, please forgive me!"
"No mercy!" The big man's fist fell on the kid's abdomen.
I don't know how much time passed, but Queeg and Elaine were walking in the alleys of the city. The magic fire in the palm of the leopard was still beating, pointing in a certain direction.
"I've been looking for it for a long time... How long will it take..." Elaine said a little unhappy: "Let's forget it, forget it?"
"No, right here..." The flames in front of Queeg's eyes suddenly jumped violently: "Right here... right here?"
He turned to the right and looked at a dilapidated and abandoned village house there. It was dark inside.
Elaine drew her weapon. This might be a trap.
"I'll go first," Leopard said, and walked in on his own.
He increased the flame of the spell fire and used it directly as a lighting tool. Then he glanced into the room and suddenly shouted: "Don't come in!"
It was too late. Elaine followed Queeg into the house without thinking, and then witnessed a scene that he should not have witnessed.
The kid lying there was twitching slightly, and his body was covered in blood and other filth. The clothes on his body were almost torn to pieces, and his right arm and left leg were twisted in unnatural directions. The broken body was like a dying insect.
Like that, twitching in the same dilapidated rubble.
Elaine resisted the feeling of vomiting and slowly approached: "Name?"
"Pierre...Pierre..." the child replied.
"So, Pierre," Elaine then asked, "have you been taught a lesson?"
"Hmm...hmm..." the boy replied, coughing up blood.
"It seems that you are hopeless." The white lion boy added: "But maybe, maybe you are not so bad and did not throw away my stolen surgical equipment. Maybe, maybe you still know your sincerity.
Apologize. Then you might still be able to go to heaven."
"Heaven or something..." Pierre smiled bitterly and started crawling on the ground with his arm that was not broken yet.
It's not so much crawling as it is crawling, like a bug, humble.
"Heaven or something... doesn't exist at all..." He climbed to a shabby sofa, reached in, and slowly pulled out a box: "Everywhere is... hell..."
Elaine's surgical toolbox.
"Then, I am a bad person." The white lion boy walked to the child, took back his toolbox and took a look: "I will try to let you continue to stay in this hell."
I don’t know how long it took, but in Dr. Bordeaux’s private clinic.
"Really, it opened my eyes again." Dr. Bordeaux walked out of the underground operating room and followed Elaine: "No matter how many times I see it, I still feel it's amazing. Just practicing on the side has benefited me a lot.
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"Where, where." Elaine said. In fact, he didn't want to talk at all, he just wanted to find a place to lie down and sleep. Two major surgeries in one day made him almost exhausted.
"But why do you want to save such a kid?" The doctor asked: "He stole your precious surgical equipment and almost put you in jail, but you can still repay evil with kindness. Your virtue is so noble, it is admirable."
"That little kid is controlled by others and can't help himself." Elaine whispered: "There is someone else who is really bad."
When she met Pierre for the first time, Elaine noticed that the boy was covered in scars. There were old and new wounds, which meant that he had been beaten and succumbed to the power of adults before working for others.
.And the child had never been well cared for. He was skinny, dirty, and his clothes were tattered. His life was only slightly better than that of the slaves, but not much better.
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This is the most common image of street children in France. Although it is indeed common, it also reflects how decadent this country is.
"Why are you so sure?" The doctor pressed the button of the cubicle outside the operating room, and disinfectant spray sprayed out from the holes in the surrounding walls: "Maybe that kid is inherently bad..."
"He stole the surgical tool box. But they didn't know the goods, so they planned to throw it away." Elaine touched the box with treasure: "But the kid kept it for me, kept it. If he dropped it on the ground, he would pick it up one by one.
Already."
Many of the surgical tools in the tool box were covered in mud and dust. They had obviously been opened for inspection, deemed useless, and thrown on the floor. However, the boy picked them up one by one and repacked them. Not a single surgical tool was lost.
The soiled surgical tools were even carefully wiped - although the cloth used for wiping was not clean, it still took Elaine a lot of time to clean and disinfect the surgical tools.
Elaine and Dr. Bordeaux walked out of the operating room cubicle together.
He then took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief: "He may be planning to return it to me."
"Or maybe he just plans to keep it for himself and sell it on the black market in the future. Although it is not gold or silver, it can be sold for a few bucks." The doctor said: "People in the black market may not know the business, and that kid is even less likely to know the business. He
I'm afraid that this expensive set of surgical tools will be sold as cheap as garbage."
"...I would rather believe that he is a good boy." Elaine muttered: "Forget it, let's not discuss this matter. I also ask you to take care of that kid for a few days, okay?"
Elaine wanted to put another ten gold coins into Doctor Bordeaux's hand, but the doctor refused to accept it.
"I'll put him in the same ward as the little wolf. It's enough for that brat to sleep on the floor. Since we only use the same ward, it won't cause me any more trouble. I have no reason to charge you any more money."
Even the food expenses have long been included in the previous charges. I have benefited a lot from seeing such exquisite surgical operations, and I still want to pay you. And it seems that you have to complete a very important task, or more.
Bring some travel expenses with you in case of emergencies."
"That, then." When the other party still refused to accept it, Elaine stopped forcing it and stuffed the money back into her pocket.
In fact, he brought enough travel expenses for this trip, and Queeg also brought it (and Leopard tried his best to help them save money), so there should be no need to worry about money. And Elaine had long expected that this might be a one-way trip
The journey is one that never comes back. So he has not been particularly worried about money.
Anyway, if he died in Atlantis, he wouldn't need any more money.
"Next-" After walking out of the clinic, Elaine turned to look at Queeg: "It's time to fix it, fix the initiator of this matter."
"Can you find that person?" asked the cloud-patterned leopard.
"Yes, I've seen him once," Elaine replied. Just as he was taking a bath, when the kid named Pierre got into the bath, a head came in from the outside. The man's ferocious appearance, Elaine
Ryan remembered.
But it's useless to just remember what that person looks like. If you can't mark Pierre with a spell like Queeg did, there's no way to trace it. What kind of spell fire was given to Elaine and Queeg?
The very basic spell fire is not very powerful, and the things it can do are also very limited. Although the uses of the spell fire can be continuously developed as time goes by, they don't have the time now.
If this is the case, you must use another strategy. It is not easy to find just one person in a big city, unless you actively set a trap for the other party to step on.
"Go, go to the slave market." said the white lion boy.
"But... I don't want to see it." Queeg said, "It will only make you uncomfortable, you said so."
"Just pretending, pretending to buy slaves." Elaine said: "Lie that guy and find us."
A very rough plan. However, this is the only plan currently available.
"Okay." Leopard still didn't like this plan, but there was no other choice - unless they didn't plan to catch the bad guy and punish him, and left Montpellier directly.
Ten minutes later, the slave market.
Elaine appeared in the slave market wearing a newly purchased luxurious suit. The holy cloth he wrapped around his neck like a shawl seemed to be able to sense Elaine's thoughts and became less shabby and more shabby.
It is made of a velvet-like material with gold carvings wrapped around it. However, it is still extremely thin and not as thick as velvet.
Wearing a long-sleeved suit in this kind of weather in a seaport city made him feel uncomfortable. But he still endured it. He pretended to be a rich young man, accompanied by Queeg, who was dressed as a butler.
Next, he slowly walked into the slave market. In order not to arouse suspicion, he even showed a arrogant attitude and ignored everyone.
Now Elaine is equivalent to using Leo's body to act. Leo is originally His Royal Highness the Prince of Solis Kingdom, and his genes are engraved with the noble blood of the royal family. Elaine uses Leo's face and wears decent clothes.
Appearing in front of everyone seems noble enough.
"Very suitable, young master." Quigg whispered behind Elaine.
"Don't, don't tease me, I'll beat you up." The white lion boy said angrily.
When he walked struttingly in the slave market, he naturally attracted a lot of eyes, curious, unfriendly, and even greedy. Although his orc was discriminated against by the humans present, when he wore this outfit
When he appeared in the slave market, no one dared to touch him - because God knows which country he is a prominent figure in?
With this alone, there was really no way to fish out the bastard who had manipulated Pierre. Elaine looked around in confusion - is there any opportunity that can be taken advantage of?
At this moment, he saw a slave in the distance. A slave who was hanging upside down on a metal frame, almost naked except for his pants, was being whipped crazily by several of the slave trader's men.
A young and strong lion man with dark red hair all over his body. The blood oozing out of that guy's body is almost integrated with his hair, and they are the same color as blood. The hair that fell off during the whipping was mixed with the blood,
It was dripping and falling to the ground, forming a pool of turbid crimson on the ground.
The slave blood lion man gritted his teeth and endured the whipping without wailing at all. But the anger in his eyes did not go out.