Fairy Tail: I can receive the gods

Chapter 4 Gerald's Hatred
The day was finally spent in torment, and a group of children were escorted back to the room where they were held under the escort of many dark congregants in black robes.

Carl also returned to the small room smoothly.

It was all the same as usual, but there was always a pair of invisible eyes staring at him from behind.

He also wanted to think that this feeling was an illusion, but the creepy aura seemed to linger around him.

However, although my heart is a little nervous, I still have to pretend to be indifferent on the surface.

He also only hoped that this was just his worrying too much...

……

"Ouch, my waist."

"You guys, you guys are just two heartless bastards..."

Eric leaned on the wall with a "drained" look on his face.

The little purple snake who was left in the cell seemed to be very happy and quickly crawled to Eric's feet when he saw the "master" coming home.

"Well, at least you still care about me, my Cupriots!"

Eric held the little snake in his palm in relief, and rubbed his face against it by the way.

"Snake man, don't make it sound like we are bullying you."

"It's all about planning, you have the most rest time in the afternoon."

Sora cast a very contemptuous look at Eric.

"I'm tired, can I?" Eric responded with a middle finger in a nonchalant and confident way.

In fact, Karl finally let him rest for a while, although it was his turn at the end, Eric was indeed the one who fished the longest...

But even so, the three of them still completed the minimum workload. After all, the work efficiency of shifts is still faster than that of reckless work.

So much so that they can complete the minimum work ahead of time, and even have some time left in the day to be lazy, of course, the premise is not to be caught by the regulators.

"Hey! Next door!"

"It's like this every day, quarreling endlessly, didn't you run out of energy during the day?"

In the next room, a young man thumped the thick wall, his deep eyes, which are rare among his peers, were exhausted, and he spoke impatiently.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Markbeth, I'll tell them to be quiet now." Carl shouted apologetically at the wall, looked at the two people who were still arguing just now, and apologized to him at this time gaze.

As for this guy named Markbeth, Karl doesn't like dealing with him very much. In fact, this guy only gets closer to his kid named Sawyer with a sharp nose. Of course, it's only relative. After all Apart from working during the day, Markbeth sleeps almost all the rest of the time.

Not to mention that guy's temperament is withdrawn, he also looks a little decadent, and even gives people a feminine feeling, so that Karl's first thought when he saw him was: "This person has been ruined by the suffering of life."

"Hey, you two should calm down for a while, I'm going to start my work too."

Carl said to the two, he took out his notebook as usual, but today, for some reason, he always felt upset, and the pen hovering on the paper could not write a few words for a few minutes.

The inspiration that should have flowed like a spring seems to have dried up.

Although he was just an amateur internet writer, he can still do such things easily by following his original complex.

But today was very evil, even though he held back for a long time, he still stood still, that's right, he was Calvin.

Just when Carl was upset, there was a commotion outside the iron fence.

A group of black-clothed teachers escorted a group of children past the iron fence, cursing incessantly: "Damn brat, you dared to dig a tunnel and escape outside. It's really easy for us to find."

"It seems that this red-haired girl should be the one who made the plan. Hehe, it seems that it's time for you to recall the feeling of the punishment room."

Another thin man locked his eyes on the red-haired girl among the children, grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

"Let go of Erza!"

"I'm the mastermind of this escape plan! It's none of Erza's business!"

A boy with a slightly immature voice said so, a hint of ferocity appeared on that delicate face.

"Little ghost, be more honest! Otherwise, I will put you in the punishment room together!"

A middle-aged man's rough voice came out, followed by a crisp sound, which was familiar to all the children in the Tower of Paradise—it was the sound of a whip hitting flesh.

"Gerald!"

The red-haired girl watched the boy being tortured distressedly, a trace of determination gradually appeared in her eyes.

"I... I'm fine..."

"Because Gerald told me that it's not scary at all, so don't worry..."

Erza said tremblingly, with a forced smile on her face.

"Damn it!" Gerald's neck was held by the arms of a teacher, and his whole body was pressed to the ground. He could only watch helplessly as his companion was escorted to the execution room.

The children beside him were also full of despair, and another girl cried even more: "It doesn't matter who it is, save Erza!"

It's just that there was no response from the surroundings, and some just watched with cold eyes...

At this moment, Gerald could only keep roaring in his heart: "Why, why! What did we do wrong to treat us like this!"

The seeds of resentment in his heart were also gradually sprouting at this moment.

And the rest of the teachers seemed to be very happy watching all this.

An obese teacher in the lead even beamed at the children imprisoned in the cage and said, "Hehe, if you also have thoughts of running away, you'd better get rid of it."

"They were just one of them sent to the execution room to be tortured. In fact, I have dealt with it leniently, but if there is another group escape in the future, then the punishment they will face will not be like this... "

Seeing the fearful faces around him, the fat instructor nodded in satisfaction, and directed the people behind him, "Send them back."

"Yes!"

The next moment, the teachers waved their whips and drove the group of children forward as if they were driving livestock.

……

"Are you escaping again..."

"It's going to be uneasy again recently..."

Withholding his gaze from the fence, Carl said to himself, in the face of such a miserable situation, all he can do is pity the group of people.

To be honest, the sharp-nosed Sawyer next door often does this kind of thing. He entered the punishment room once because he failed to escape, and almost didn't confess his life in it.

Although he himself had thought about this, and even drew a road map for the tower, but considering that the chance of success was too low, he had no choice but to give up.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he should not take the risk easily, which is also his survival criterion. Having learned from the past, he has brought this basic social skill of resignation to the extreme.

After all, there is only one life, so it's not shabby.

"Hey, another unlucky guy has been caught." Seemingly noticing the movement outside, Eric opened his eyes and propped himself up from the ground.

Carl frowned, and said calmly: "Hey, it's wrong to take pleasure in others' misfortune, we are both fallen people..."

"Yes, yes, great writers are educated, and they are right!"

Eric interrupted Carl's lecture. Both of them had already heard Carl's poisonous chicken soup, and as long as he spoke, they would deal with it with that bad standard.

Then he leaned over to Carl, picked up the notebook in front of Carl and glanced at it.

"Let's not talk about this, come, let me see the results of the great writer's hard work today..."

Seeing that there were hardly any words in the notebook, Eric raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"What, it took you so long to hold back so much, your level has dropped."

"Could it be that you are thinking about the beautiful woman who lost her mind during the day?" Eric patted Carl's shoulder as he said, "I understand"

looked at him.

"You guy..."

Karl looked at him with a look that was almost like looking at Shabao, and moved the hand he put on him in disgust.

"Tch, you're a big kid, you're the only one who thinks about such superficial things, right?" Kong Nai, who was staring at the window in a daze, seized this opportunity and immediately ran over.

"Tsk, you childish ghost, you can't understand the world of adults, then go to the window and look forward to your non-existent angel, kid!" Eric replied immediately, not to be outdone.

"Huh? Hey, hey, who is the brat playing childish temper today and saying 'my body is pineapple pineapple~', 'I want to rest too~' and begging Karl like a cute..."

"Stop, stop!" Carl interrupted the quarrel between the two with a gesture of surrender with a headache on his face.

"You two should calm down..."

After the words fell, the two reluctantly stopped arguing, but the expressions of dissatisfaction remained on the two little faces.

"Mom, you are really two troublesome little devils." Carl stroked his forehead, and couldn't help feeling how a famous detective with a child's body and an adult heart could endure the day-to-day life of an elementary school student.

Finally he relented: "Well, be quiet. Tell you a story,"

Hearing these words, the two of them immediately became quiet, like two well-behaved kittens, their eyes full of hope.

"I want to listen to Kamen Rider Emperor Qi!" Eric said excitedly.

Sora also responded with a happy face: "Carl, I want to hear a story about angels."

"Uh..." The corners of Carl's mouth twitched slightly when he heard the two inconclusive story systems.

"Can I regret it?"

But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Karl couldn't help but gritted his teeth after feeling the disappointment of the two: "Okay, then I'll tell a story about Emperor Qi Xiaoming and the artificial angel Icarus."

"Let's say one day..."

……

"Just like that, Icarus disappeared into the sky..."

By the end of the story, Eric had snored and fallen asleep, apparently falling asleep halfway through.

Sora is the only one who is still blinking, the girl's eyes seem to be twinkling with little stars, as if she is still unsatisfied with the plot of the story that the bloody mother refused to recognize just now.

"An angel who disappeared into the sky..."

"It's decided, my dream is to disappear into the sky like an angel!" Kong Nai said with a smile on his lips and sincere eyes.

But before she finished speaking, Karl's hand knife landed on her small head again.

"Really, how could you have such an unlucky dream?"

"Give me another one quickly."

Carl looked at the problem girl very helplessly.

Different from Eric's nervousness, this guy in front of him is more like some kind of fanatic, who has a fanatical belief in angels, a fantasy species that only exists in religious legends.

If she knew that the angels in the orthodox Bible are a few cute big eyes, she might not be like this...

"Carl! You are too much." Sora felt sorry for stroking the halo-shaped pinch of halo-shaped hair on the top of his head that had just been cut with a hand knife.

"Almost messed up by you."

"Also, don't keep chopping people's heads with a knife, in case you are stupid...you...you will be responsible."

Sora said angrily that Karl always hit her head vertically.

"Yes, yes, I will be responsible."

"I will responsibly sell you to a middle-class family to carry on the family line."

"Then, I will spend the rest of my wonderful life with that money full of gratitude and guilt." Carl said in a joking tone, not paying any attention to her words.

For him, the biggest entertainment here is to bully these immature childish ghosts.

It's like a father saying to his child: "I picked you up from the trash!"

When seeing the angry and helpless look of that naughty bear child after his eyes lost their brilliance, fathers will probably feel the most essential happiness of human beings, that is joy!
"You are too much!" Sorano said angrily, and then punched Karl on the chest.

"Hey...you...you guy, you don't take it lightly..."

The chest hurts. Although the strength of this seemingly light punch is not heavy, it is after all the awakened magic power. The physical fitness is much stronger than Karl, and the pain is still a little bit.

"Who told you to make such a joke, Eric is not so bad."

"Huh, I'm asleep, good night!" The girl snorted angrily, then turned around and closed her eyes.

After the frolicking, he shook his head lightly. Since he had no inspiration, he had no choice but to be a pigeon today and immediately lay down to sleep.

However, this thing is also delivered once a week, and when it is time to deliver the next time, he has already run away with a bucket.

What will I do after I get free... well, I'll be a respected mage, join any guild or something.

As for continuing to write novels as a copywriter?

I'm sorry, I don't even write novels!
Carl thought so, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell asleep.

……

At this moment, on the other side of the Paradise Tower, Gerald was in the middle of a group of children, his eyes were determined, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Elusha, wait for me, I'll save you right away!"

(End of this chapter)