Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 138 The Painter and the Witch

Knowing that there was a story to listen to, Ren immediately sat down.

He glanced around, and Catherine next to him was a beautiful girl with a very high appearance, but unfortunately there was no wine.

John gave up the hype and began to tell the lengthy dream.

.........

The sky was gloomy, the rain was pouring, and the visibility in the water curtain was very low.

The ground leading to the slums is potholed, and there is a lot of water on it. A young artist holds a drawing board and covers it on top of his head.

He hopped step by step, like a nimble rabbit, jumped over the dirty puddles and ran home.

He is a local and an orphan. The brick and tile house left by his parents is not small, but it is dilapidated, has poor lighting, leaks occasionally, and is not very wind-proof and cold-proof.

But the young painter had no other place to live.

What a blessing to have a home that can shelter from wind and rain in this bad weather.

The unbearable darkness and humidity on weekdays also seemed to become tender, as if he had discovered something, the young artist who was running wildly on the street suddenly stopped.

A woman lay on the corner of a street corner.

The rain had already soaked her khaki shirt jacket and yellow gauze skirt.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and her long brown-red hair was wet and loose, like a delicate flower that had been destroyed by a storm.

She lay powerlessly on the ground, out of breath.

The young painter stepped on the spot a few times, and after struggling for a while, he picked her up and took her home.

After bringing it home, he was a little embarrassed. She was still unconscious and wearing wet clothes, but it was not easy for him to undress a young woman.

He asked the little girl next door to undress her.

But not long after, the young artist who was waiting outside the door under the eaves heard the girl's scream.

The girl ran out the door in panic, saying that the woman had a long wound on her abdomen, which was full of blood, and then the girl went home with a look of horror.

The young painter had to enter the house by himself, took off the other party's clothes, and bandaged the woman's wound.

Looking at the beautiful and flawless face, smooth and delicate skin, and sexy legs of the woman in a coma... the young painter who had never had a girlfriend couldn't help but blush.

But he didn't do anything nasty.

When taking off the other party's clothes, the young artist always closed his eyes, and quickly covered them with his clothes, although the unconscious beautiful woman might not feel it at all.

The woman lay in bed and did not wake up.

In the slums, the house of the young artist is not small.

But his paintings were hardly sold, and he had only one bed due to financial constraints, and sold all the extra furniture.

At night, the young painter had to sleep on a bunk on the ground. Fortunately, it was still autumn and he didn't catch cold.

When he woke up the next morning, he gave the woman some milk, and then went out to sell paintings while creating.

When the artist came back after buying some beans and a fresh fish, the artist had already woken up.

The beautiful woman has already put on another set of clothes, a mid-length floral dress with a white shirt on the upper body and red and blue two-color flowers embroidered on the skirt.

The young painter was puzzled, there should be no women's clothes in his house.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her pale and bloodless cheeks made her look weak, but her voice was very cold:
"You brought me here and helped me treat the wound?"

"I saw that you were unconscious, so I carried you back. I'm sorry, I promise, I didn't peek... No, I closed my eyes..." The young painter said falteringly.

She seemed to be smiling, and lightly brushed her brown-red hair:
"What do you need? I can grant you one wish."

"My wish is that one day everyone will like my paintings. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Igor Cassina, a street painter." The young man said warmly.

"I'm sorry, maybe you should change your wish, I can't do anything about art, no one can make someone suddenly fall in love with a painting.

But I can give you some money, I'm Claire. "

Claire stared beautifully at the handsome young painter with blond curly hair and blue eyes.

"No need. I'm used to having nothing. You can take a good rest. I'll go prepare lunch." The young painter Igor said indifferently.

He carried beans and fresh fish into the kitchen, and after a while, he carried a bowl of fresh fish and pea soup and a piece of white bread to the edge of the bed.

"You don't have to do this, I can do it myself..." The pretty face was slightly red, and the woman named Claire was a little embarrassed.

Igor shook his head.

He spooned pea soup into her lips, and she... felt the warmth of being cared for for the first time.

Claire lives here.

For the first time, the dilapidated house of the painter Igor has a tenant, and he can get a lot of rent from her every month.

Although he felt that the other party gave too much, she didn't seem to be short of money at all.

In a flash, two months passed, and Igor, the youth portrait, discovered that there were many strange things about her.

But he didn't think much of it, the two got along very well, and he often painted for her.

Until that day, the painter found a wanted notice in front of the church of the Guangming Church...

After returning home, the painter Igor hesitated for a long time, looking at her who had dyed her hair black and her appearance had changed a little.

He said slowly: "Claire, you are a witch, you don't allow me to enter your room to clean.

Maybe there are some things in it that I can't see.

I should have known, every time you come back, I can smell a faint smell of blood from you, it is the smell of human blood, you may not be clear, I saw some glowing bloody runes on your arm that day . "

Claire's red lips were slightly raised, and she stretched out her white palm.

A golden ladybug flew down from the beam and landed on her finger:

"I know what happened that day, you're cute looking clumsy."

Igor sighed and said after a moment of silence:
"The church's arrest warrant says that you killed more than 100 people, and you are the famous 'Red Witch'. You must have killed those people in Shenghua District recently.

To be honest, I hate the kind of wanton deprivation of other people's lives. "

Lowering her head slightly, the witch Claire's voice became very cold:

"Then why didn't you inform the people of the church, I didn't find that you were followed by a paladin or a priest.

I was almost killed by a Tier [-] paladin named Michelle.

If you hadn't carried me in that day, he would have found me, and now I should be hung on the black Judgment Post in front of the church, burned to ashes by the sacred fire. "

"Yeah, I'm actually a bit regretful...I don't know what to do, the seven people in Shenghua District were killed by me to some extent.

I heard that you can draw strength from blood, why do you want to go far?You were weak back then, but it was easy to kill me, why didn't you just kill me? "Igor stared at her with a complicated expression.

Claire stood up suddenly, her hair gradually dyed red.

The skirt moved without wind, and many black and red runes began to appear on her arms. A blood moon rose from behind her, and countless red lights spread out like petals.

Bright, coquettish, unstoppable.

"Crack... Kick!"

A few red spiritual energy chains suddenly appeared in the blood moon, wrapping around the young artist's legs like vines, restricting his movements.

The young artist looked surprised, but there was no fear on his face.

"Red Witch" Claire's skirt fluttered lightly, and she walked in front of the painter Igor with lotus steps.

She stretched out her white palm to caress his face, her red lips moved slightly:

"You already know my identity. Although you are stupid and didn't report me to the church, it's not too late to kill you now!"

The young painter stared at her dark eyes like an abyss:

"I don't think you have a bad heart, why did you do such a cruel thing?"

Claire laughed, her smile quickly subsided, and her face turned cold:

"Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to teach me?"

Igor lowered his eyebrows, and he suddenly reached out and hugged her in front of him, and stroked her fair face.

Staring at her for a while, he began to kiss her red lips awkwardly.

Claire was startled, but she didn't break free. After a long time, all the visions on her body disappeared.

She leaned against his arms like a weak woman, staring into his blue eyes close at hand:

"You could have done that at the time. I was really unconscious that night, and the golden ladybug had no attack power."

"You'll kill me afterwards."

"No, I'm a traditional witch, and I abide by the principle of equivalent exchange. I hope you do that, so that we don't owe each other."

"Claire, I hope you can go with me, let's change places." The young artist hugged her and begged.

Claire struggled and hesitated, repeating the cycle of killing and being hunted down. After so many years, she was really tired.

She wanted to rest, her lifespan was numbered, but she hadn't met a man yet.

Painter Igor Cassina slowly took out a silver-white ring from his pocket.

He bought it a week ago and spent almost half of his savings.

He slowly put the ring on her left middle finger, and the witch Claire stared blankly at the painter who proposed to her with a pious face, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The two of them moved to Bealy Street on the east side of the city.

The famous witch "Scarlet Witch" then disappeared, and after three years of complete disappearance, people in the dark world thought she was dead.

In the end, even the Church of Light revoked the arrest warrant for her, thinking that Claire died in some accident.

If that incident hadn't happened, there would only be a gentle and virtuous Mrs. Cassina instead of the cruel and bloody Scarlet Witch.

"Tsk, I came to hear your nightmare in the mood of listening to a ghost story. After a long time, it turned out to be a love story." Ren couldn't help complaining.

John, who was narrating the content of the dream, was interrupted, and his face twitched:
"Mr. Ackerman, this is before, and the latter is terrifying."

Catherine glanced at Ryan beautifully, and asked John:

"John first, you obviously know so many inside stories, why did you cover up your words before.

Also, why didn't you tell the church about it? "

Frowning tightly, John looked tired:
"I didn't trust you at first, until you took out the key to the portrait gallery, I was sure that the boss had entrusted you with this matter.

As for why I hide it?
Because I'm scared!That witch knows who I am, she lives on Billy Street!If I break her business, will she kill me and my family?
As you should know, she has a kind of golden ladybug that watches around, and I'm not sure she's after me.

I can't even go to church and expose this! "

Ren was unmoved, and said blankly: "So, you have nothing to do with yourself and watch others get killed?"

"You are extraordinary, right? Of course you are not afraid! What about me? How can I protect myself and my family?! Claire is the Scarlet Witch!

She is a powerful witch who needs the 'Holy White Sword' Michelle to deal with! "

John's expression became agitated, and his face was full of pain, self-blame, and guilt.

"Mr. Ackerman, I'm saying this now because I can't hold it anymore, but if you have a little conscience, you won't watch others being killed without being indifferent!
So, I'm speaking everything out now, and I hope, you guys can keep my family safe! "

(End of this chapter)