The witch ladies want me to confess my love

"I'm on my knees...at least I'm alive," the traitor whispered.

You won't die even if you stand.Osh thought, Gerald cherishes life very much and will not kill anyone easily, because turning resisters into slaves and squeezing out more value from a limited life is what this outstanding capitalist wants most. things to do.

Living as a dog, and dying in the virtual space and then becoming a dog, seem to be similar in terms of results, but for good birds, but for Osh, the meanings are completely different.

Looking at the retreating figures of Oush and his friends, Gerald said to his son: "You should remember this man named Oush."

"But he... is just a worker?"

"Because of this, you have to remember the stubborn back of this stupid rebel now. When he becomes our dog, you will be able to have a little more joy and put other people's pain in an aluminum cup and shake it gently. It tastes better than red wine.

At the same time, you have to remember his choice. If one day, a more powerful enemy stands in front of you, will you give up your dignity and kneel down to survive, or will you die calmly with dignity? "

"Father, I..."

Seeing Kane's hesitation, Gerard shook his head: "The choice is your business, but I hope you can die standing like a man.

It's a pity that neither you nor Ruota would choose this way. It would be great if that young man named Osh was my son. "

Facing his father's humiliation, Kane lowered his head. Like the union traitors kneeling on the ground, he was also a good bird, but he was born into a wealthy family, and his material status separated him from the workers. Spiritually, they were equally humble. .

When Osh returned home, it happened that Phoenix was going to work at Gerald's house. He was deeply reluctant for his sister to work there, and he didn't want Phoenix to get too close to a weak and selfish man like Kane.

Unfortunately, the relationship between the two became very cold after his sister started to grow physically, and his father also encouraged his daughter to do it. This greedy man wanted to sell his daughter to Gerald's family in exchange for drinking money.

As usual, when Osh entered the house, he saw his father drunk and his mother busy in the kitchen.In Gerald's family, the father has a relatively dominant position over his son, while in the Ouch family it is just the opposite.

"Drink less wine."

The son's short words drove back the alcoholic madness brewing in the drunkard's father. The middle-aged man got up angrily and returned to his room burping with wine. After a while, he could hear the sound of snoring.

"You're back?"

Mrs. Foer came out of the kitchen. The weather was sultry, and her forehead was covered with glistening sweat, which made Osh feel distressed.

Although his mother has been tortured by life, she can still see a trace of her bright past. When she was young, her mother must have been as gentle and generous as Phoenix is ​​now... No, her sister's appearance inherited some of her father's characteristics, so her mother's youthful appearance It's time to be more beautiful.

So he didn't understand why his beautiful, gentle and hard-working mother wanted to marry a drunkard and waste her life in vain?

"Well, Mom, I'm back."

"have you eaten?"

"I ate in the factory and came back after work. I happened to see that man trying to get drunk, and I scared him back."

"Be kind to your dad," Mrs. Foer turned her head. "He also has his own difficulties. He can only vent them out when he is drunk. Normally, he can only endure it in his heart."

"I don't have such a father. Compared with him, that Gerald is better than him." Osh sneered, "What has he done for this family? He is just holding us back. You, me and my sister are one family." people."

Osh's purely angry words made Mrs. Foer's face pale. Because her body has gained weight in middle age, her eye sockets are sunken due to exertion, but her cheeks are bulging. The crystal tears left a curved path and dripped from her chin. fall.

Seeing this, Osh didn't know what to say. He looked around boredly. When he glanced at his mother's arm, he found two interlaced scars on her wrist, as if she had been scratched by an extremely sharp object.

There were wounds left by a long sword and a short sword. The long sword slashed down with the forward edge, and the short sword stabbed diagonally with the reverse edge. This sword path is familiar... No, no, what am I thinking.

Osh burst into laughter. Ever since he had a dream about learning to use a sword, and ridiculously learned how to use a sword in reality, this kind of crazy situation would occasionally occur.

His mother took care of the housework, and her only entertainment was playing mahjong with the neighbors for no money. How could she be related to the world of fighting and killing?

"Mom, how did you get this wound?"

"Oh, I accidentally touched it."

"That person didn't hit you after drinking."

Osh stared into his mother's eyes. He knew that her mother was not good at lying and would often look away feeling guilty when she did not tell the truth.

But this time, Mrs. Foer smiled calmly and replied: "You are overthinking. How dare he hit me? Besides, he can't hit me."

Osh thought for a while and realized that his mother often did strenuous work and was indeed stronger than his father who stayed at home all day long, so he felt relieved.

The careless worker felt a little tired and went back to his room to catch up on his sleep.Behind him, Mrs. Foer cast an uneasy and guilty look.

The fat woman held the scar on her wrist tightly, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Chapter 13 Father and Son·Combined

It is unlikely that Gerald's two legal sons were both born to Sword Witch. At least Fourier did not feel any similarity between Ruota and his brother or Sword Witch.

"Since we are friends, we should start by helping each other. What can I get from you, and what do you want from me?" Fourier asked.

"I don't agree with what my father did. I just want to correct his thinking. If there is anything else, you know the girl named Jeanne, right?"

"We got to know each other. She proposed a task and I completed it. That's it."

"I can probably guess what her wish is," Ruota sneered, "I have heard Phoenix talk about her, and I have witnessed some of her actions with my own eyes. This person is really unacceptable... "

Fourier caught sight of the shadow flashing past the door. He couldn't find another pair of those anti-gravity hairs in Orleans, so he immediately straightened his face, stared at JoJo seriously and said, "It's irresistible, right? .”

"Huh? What I want to say is that I can't pick it up..."

"As far as the current average height of mainland women is concerned, Miss Alt belongs to the type that is just right, neither tall nor short. Her figure is very good, like the incarnation of a goddess with mathematical rigor and artistic romance sketched by an oil painting master. Her neck is slender and her skin is delicate. On her cheeks, which are slightly baby-fat, the transparent white skin appears as she smiles or gets angry, and delicate roses appear, which is better than Sufayela's richly made-up lady.

Her facial features are regular and her silver-gray hair is neatly combed. I especially like her pair of pale golden eyes, which are big and full and should be cunning and flexible like a cat.But when you look at him, you can feel the simplicity and honesty.

This is her character, like that kind of little girl who has just entered the city. She is not convinced by anything and feels that everything is hidden with malice, so she has to glare back with double the momentum to protect herself, but she has that simple inner Her essence has not changed. She is serious about everything she does and knows how to work hard when it is time to work hard. What impressed me most was her handwriting. Those neat strokes are definitely the result of hard practice.

Such a person may feel a little unhappy when we first get along because of her attitude, but she is a good partner at work, and if she can become a comrade, she is probably the type that is quite reliable.

If there is any shortcoming, it is that I prefer long hair. I imagined the scene of Miss Alt with long hair reaching her waist. Well, I'm fine. "

The Joan of Arc you are talking about and the Joan of Arc I know are the same person?

Listening to Fourier's words, Ruota felt strangely confused.Momentarily, JoJo thought of Phoenix. In addition to her big breasts, her second-class maid could only be considered average in appearance. As for her gentle attitude...hell, gentleness is the cheapest thing in the world. Emotion, the most worthless emotion, as long as you pay enough, the ladies in the red light district can be gentle and graceful.

But the two brothers still couldn't help but fall in love with the same woman, and the originally indifferent brotherly relationship became vaguely hostile. With the blessing of love, Phoenix always made their hearts beat more than other women.

The elder brother was better off, after all, he embraced the beauty. The younger brother could only look at the underground couple with jealousy. This was love, and it couldn't be explained clearly.

"Senior, do you like that Miss Joan of Arc?"

"Well, I like it. Who doesn't like beautiful girls. But at my age, in addition to liking her, I also have to consider whether the other person is suitable for marriage. Passion is like lightning. It passes in a flash and cannot last long."

Fourier took a glance and found that the eavesdropping figure had disappeared.At this time, Ruota said seriously: "As a thank you for the long talk just now, let me tell you a good thing. At least my father knows Jeanne d'Arc. As for whether it is one-sided, maybe you should directly Ask your client.”

"Thank you."

Although Fourier had known it for a long time, he still thanked him seriously.

"It's getting late, senior, you should go find your client, and my free time is almost running out. Please come here at this time in three days, and I will prepare a gift for you."

JoJo smiled mockingly to herself. This man who yearned for freedom was tightly bound by rules. His current freedom was only due to his father's carelessness towards the second son in the family.

When he disappeared, Fourier also left the library.In the shadow of the stone pillar at the door, Fourier found the client with her arms folded.The girl was in a daze. She looked at Fourier for a second or two before looking away in embarrassment. And because of her personality, she quickly moved her eyes back.

"You're so slow, are you and the young master of the Jerad family in love?"

"Yes, we get along very well."

"In the realm of making friends out of thin air and talking dirty, you guys really hit it off."

"It's not just that," Fourier spread his hands, "and he is Gerald Fang's second son, which is good for us. It's great to go to the same school."

"How did you confirm that he is your junior?"

"I don't know," Fourier shook his head. "The focus of the investigation before and now is Toby Gerrard. Both of his sons have been labeled by me as trash, and one is just a puppet. , a man of great ambition and talent.

Who knows, Kane brought out the Sword Witch, an opponent worth fighting, and Ruota added the grudge between father and son to my confrontation with Gerald, so it doesn't matter whether he is my junior or not. "

"Is this also 'fate'?" Hei Zhen imitated Fourier's words.

"Well, Miss Yuko once said that there are no accidents in this world, only necessity."

Heizhen held her forehead and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I can understand why you respect that powerful witch. She seems to be a wise person. But this is the first time you have Did she repeat what she said in front of me?

Maybe instead of calling you 'Fourier', it would be better to call you 'Dimensional Witch Humanoid Repeater'? "

"That's good. Friends have to give each other nicknames to show that their relationship is strong. To be honest with you, Miss Alt, you always wanted to call you a bad guy..."

"That's fine," Hei Zhen waved his hand, "I always feel like something very precious will be taken away from me if I'm your friend."

Fourier smiled. He could almost tell from the client's facial expression how far she could tolerate his jokes. It was already the limit. Taking another step forward would trigger the counterattack mark. Even if she used Apologize in the form of a gift, and a big red cross on your resume will never go away.

So, in order to change the topic, he briefly introduced what he had learned in the library, focusing on the female channel ghost romance version of Sword Witch and Gerald described by the mysterious author who used the protagonist in "Don Quixote" as his pen name. love story.

Finally, he asked: "Speaking of which, why are you here?"

Hei Zhen was out of the shadow range, and the sunset dyed her hair with a layer of orange light. She pushed back some of the naughty hair that fell in front of her earlobes, and the movement of lifting her hair was full of gentle beauty.

"Phoenix went to work, and I filled in for her and helped collect some information. It just so happened that at the end of the day, I wondered why the library had been cleared early, so I hid quietly."

The girl smiled and said: "I learned a lot of good things. It turns out you had that kind of past... Ah, don't get me wrong. It's not that I have any interest in you, it's just that those words broke into me without permission. in the ears.

Anyway, thank you for the lie you made up to protect my image in front of others, even though it sounds disgusting. "

"What if it's not a lie?"

Heizhen's footsteps stopped in front of Fourier. She and Fourier were in a T-shaped position, with the girl's shoulders facing the young man's chest.She turned her head and raised her chin to let the setting sun break into the area that was previously a shadow. She moved her gaze upwards, her hair swaying slightly, but her eyes were filled with gloom.

"Thank you, but no need. I still know a little about myself. Orleans is a dream, and you will always wake up from it."

The pale golden shadow turned into mockery, and the corners of the girl's mouth and wind-blown hair rose together: "This is a piece of advice, don't get too involved with the cursed witch, you will be burned to death by the flames."

She didn't give Fourier time to answer. Just like yesterday, they set off on their way home one after another. The stars were about to dominate the sky. The night as the stage was getting deeper and the lights were on one after another. The girl's figure was blurred by dizziness.

Due to their relationship, there were some things that could only be thought but not spoken, and the imaginary space finally did not break the silence of the night, allowing Fourier time to look at the stars and think.

You may be born because of someone's wish, and you feel this vaguely or clearly, and that's why you feel that your life is like a dream in vain, beautiful and fragile, and will eventually dissipate.

However, life is not that simple.

Jeanne d'Arc alter, your life is like a riddle, and so are your sorrows and joys.Listen, think and feel, and leave everything to tomorrow’s Ark.

Every traveler you meet, every love and hate you encounter, those who are remembered by you or reflect in your eyes, strengthen the traces you leave in the world again and again, even if you wake up from a dream, A new life will be ushered in. Even if it is a bubble, it will be light towards the sky.

You show self-destructive tendencies, you show an uneasy expression like an abandoned dog, you laugh at yourself as a cursed witch, melancholy, worry and helplessness are all based on "belief"... although I can be sure , you hate the word "believe", and you are longing for it in your heart.

Yes, dear Miss Client, I will help you find the reason and value of your existence, and thus give birth to the determination to live on; I will help you cross the boundaries of counterfeiting and live in the world without any burden.

I will bring you miracles, I will break roses for you, I will grant your true wishes -

Just as a price, I will plunder your life and take away things of equal value.

Chapter 14 Human Comedy·Start

After returning home, when Heizhen told Fourier that tomorrow was his day off, he saw the surprise on Fourier's face.

"Don't students start their vacation on Friday afternoon and end on Monday morning?" the girl asked.

"No, as far as I know, in most places across the country, middle school students have a break every half a month. Most public schools and private middle schools in Sufayela have a break for about a day and a half. The school I attended only has a break. Leave it for half a day.”

"Charlemagne's Lyceum? That sounds really bad."

Fourier shrugged: "Who says it isn't? It is a place between an ordinary national middle school and a preparatory class for a military academy. It is managed in a quasi-military manner. My mathematical knowledge, the most basic part of my swordsmanship, and the The common sense of the army was learned there. The management of teachers and instructors was very strict, and every student's mind was filled with knowledge beyond their years.

The only fun is eating. I dare say the food there is excellent, and the meals vary six times a day and are never boring.I've gained this weight thanks to a diet plan based on nutrition and exercise science.

Half of my alumni will enter military academies for further study after graduation, while the other half will enter government departments and become civil servants.My words are a special case. Originally, my parents wanted me to enter the military academy. Later, I gave up this path and became an operator. "

At this time, Hei Zhen had already changed into a white shirt and breeches, and wore an apron to prepare for dinner.This girl is very rough in some places, but extremely serious in other places. She calls herself a "perfectionist", and her words are a typical example.

The client pretended to be engrossed in peeling potatoes and didn't seem to care about Fourier's words, but the young operator who had dealt with various characters could naturally tell that Heizhen listened very seriously.

After Fourier came to Orleans, he mentioned his private information to three people: The first was Phoenix. He told the girl next door that he had a brother and two sisters in his family. He used pseudonyms except for the names. Everything else is true;

The second was Jota Gerrard, who acknowledged the past deeds of that name at the Lycée Charlemagne;

The petite Miss Jeanne d'Arc is the third one. Faced with someone who is close to him and poses little threat to him, Fourier is happy to share some of his secrets in order to gain trust.

That's how it is when making friends, someone always takes the first step and reaches out to a stranger.Taking into account Heizhen's discreet personality, Fourier took the initiative.

"Well, since it is a place that trains bureaucrats and military officers, it is no exception to train people like you. Most of us here still owe school tuition and have to take time to work to make ends meet. From Friday to Monday Vacation is working time.”

"But Miss Alt seems to be enjoying it."

"It's trouble."

"You have a good relationship with Ms. Phoenix next door, right? I'm a little curious, how did you meet?"

Heizhen was preparing to make Provence stew, with white bread, pickled cucumbers and a bowl of batter as side dishes. Her fierce appearance came into use when shopping for goods.

Food manufacturers in this era were always lawless. They openly sold bread mixed with ashes, causing a large number of victims to contract leprosy. Of the 60 million people who died abnormally in the past 300 years, more than half died of tuberculosis. Beef of viruses; they dye cucumbers patina, add sulfuric acid to vinegar, milk is full of alum, and children's candy contains lead chromate. Just two or three can teach a child how sinister the human heart is.

If you want to avoid these poisons, you either have a pair of sharp eyes to distinguish adulteration from genuine products, or you go to a large department store to buy safe food at a higher price. The client took the third way, she turned violence into In order to intimidate, use some examples of unlucky people to tell latecomers the consequences of trying to sell her inferior food.