Xiuxian became the king of witches

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Uncontrollable blood gushed out of Udulla's mouth. When she raised her head, her mouth, nasal cavity, ears, and eyes were all overflowing with bright red blood, and she looked miserable as if she was dying.

"Now...are you satisfied?"

The stern smile was facing Sigrit directly, like a vengeful ghost emerging from hell, but the bloodshot eyeballs were full of humility and pleading.

"This is not my attribution, and I cannot answer your question."

This feeling and this scene fell into the deep eyes of the witch, but still failed to arouse the slightest ripple, and there was only a desperate silence in the long-term gaze.

"Even if you don't tell me, sooner or later I will find what I want, but the result may be very different."

The witch's words were more like comfort than threats.

"You won...I...can tell you...but please don't hurt innocent people..."

Between the intermittent words, she continued to tear away Udura's last dignity as a human being. She would sacrifice the last value of her life in exchange for the peace of her soul from the witch.

"Of course there is no problem. I am not a cruel official. I always only like to use this kind of gentle method."

Hearing the so-called gentleness again, a few sparks of madness were ignited in the desolation of despair, but what extinguished it was even more boastful arguments.

"It's redemption, Miss Uudura."

"Redemption..."

Between the teeth and lips of the silent recitation, the surging blood became more and more turbulent.After another long silence, Udulla finally opened his lips slowly, and every word he uttered seemed to consume all the strength of his whole body.

"Outer city...Bittle Lane...the church at the end...Reverend Asa."

"thanks for your cooperation."

After panting with relief, the surrounding time and space slowly faded from the color of despair, and everyone's consciousness returned to the cold and gloomy prison cell again.

"This is what was found at the assassination site. It should have been left behind by you."

The fallen body can still linger on, but the soul is already swaying like a candle in the wind.The witch took out a bunch of inferior necklaces and gently placed them in front of Udura.

"This this."

The intertwined and chaotic eyes suddenly found a focused light spot, and all the remaining energy was transferred to the shell of the pendant.

"I found it... I found it!"

Udulla grabbed it impatiently, and in a hurry, his nails brushed against the ground and broke completely, dripping bright red blood. It's a pity that this bit of pain has long been unable to touch that numb heart.

Trembling, Uudura held the necklace tightly in his arms, like a drowning man grabbing a floating straw.

This is the only relic left by her younger sister, and it is also the only light she can still see at this time.

"Thank you! Thank you, and may the truth—"

The sound of blessing stopped abruptly, and finally only the sound of sobbing was left.Different from the tears that were vented with anger just now, it was just pure helpless crying at this moment.

She no longer looks like a cold-blooded revenge killer, much less a determined jihadist, just like the child who held his sister's hand and sat in front of his parents' rotten wood tombstone, weeping.

"I added a spell to the shell, you only need to put it between the eyebrows for a moment, and you can break the seal of the fire of faith."

Leaving aside the last words calmly, the witch led Janna out of the cell.

This was left to Uudra's own decision.

Looking at the cracked shell, Udulla suddenly sneered on his painful face.

Udulla remembered that his father exchanged two eggs from a merchant, and after putting them on, he handed them into the arms of the two sisters, and told them that there was a distant place called the sea.

What is the sea, she has not yet seen with her own eyes.

Now, she wants to go and have a look.

Exhausting the last piety, he raised the shell and placed it in front of his eyebrows, as if it was the key to heaven.

Bathed in the ensuing bright light, relief is such a pleasant pain.

Udulla struggled to open her eyes, and through the cracks in the light, she vaguely saw her deceased family members standing by the sea and waving to her, with happy smiles all over their faces.

Sure enough, this is the heaven she dreamed of.

The darkness of the narrow aisle weighed on her body, making people feel breathless and oppressed. Janna couldn't help but look back following a vague premonition.

But the vision was completely taken away by the sudden brilliant brilliance in an instant, which hurt Janna's eyes that were used to the darkness.

"……she left?"

"Well, let's go."

Looking back and looking again, nothing seemed to have happened in the complete darkness, as if everything was just an ethereal dream.

"She should have been a good fighter."

The witch put an end to this pitiful and hateful life, but at this time, Janna still didn't understand what the warrior meant in the witch's mouth, she just felt that it was different from what she understood.

"Are those... documents real?"

After hesitating for a long time, Janna asked this question that she dared not ask, because she didn't even know that her father had intercepted the false king's letter.

"Half-truths."

The witch's answer was as calm as usual.

"Why... do you want to do this..."

Janna's words were a little hesitant and a little forceful.

"But it's all true."

Stopping, the witch gently stroked Janna's slightly lowered head, which was both comforting and teaching.

"As a king, you can choose to forgive your enemies, but you must never feel pity in your heart."

Those twinkling eyes in the darkness became the only light source in Janna's field of vision.Obviously longing to continue to approach, but an inexplicable fear suddenly surged in my heart.

Perhaps when moths fly to the flame, they also have the same entangled emotions.

"I……"

Just as Janna was about to speak, the cold touch between her fingers touched her lips lightly.

"A qualified king would not ask right or wrong at this time."

The serious voice clearly fell on my ears, but it seemed to be diffused in the distant sky.

redemption...

Janna vaguely understood the deep meaning of it, but her hesitation did not just come from sighing at Udulla's miserable life.

It was also because she once again deeply realized that the distance between herself and the witch's soul may be farther than the kingdom of heaven.

Those self-righteous familiarity and intimacy may end up being just an irrelevant whisper on the title page of the epic.

That gap does not lie in the strength of combat power or the profoundness of knowledge, but the indescribable transcendence of the root of the soul.

A gentle smile can become the pillar of one's ideal, but it can also easily be turned into a sharp weapon to kill the heart and obliterate all the brilliance of hope.

The bluffing defensiveness is nothing but a vulnerable piece of paper in front of the witch.Janna understands that Sigrit can transform herself into an unintentional toy whenever she wants.

This is the instinctive escape of the weak.

"The justice of ordinary people can just divide the good and bad in their own world, but you can't."

The undoubtedly correct preaching continues to stir the throbbing of the heart, and the reason is entangled in completely different fears.

Lose yourself or lose the witch.

The restlessness during the panting could no longer be suppressed, the girl closed her eyes tightly without any further hesitation, and took a step forward to hold the witch tightly in her arms.

Even if it is really a sharp blade, even if you will be stabbed with blood.But in the definite and satisfying happiness at this moment, there is absolutely no room for the slightest regret.

Janna has always believed that Sigrit would not be willing to hurt herself. This is the last fairy tale dream she insisted on in her heart as a princess.

"... Janna?"

"I understand... just thinking about how many citizens are suffering from this kind of suffering, I feel inexplicably blocked."

Compared with unspeakable personal feelings, it is better to put on the cloak of ideals, which makes people dare to reveal their true feelings.

"You'll make a fine king."

The embrace was as soft and warm as before, and after absorbing the cool fragrance, Janna gradually calmed down. It seemed that only in this way could she be sure that she had really caught the witch.

"...as yourself."

It's just the indifferent whisper at the end that made the girl a little puzzled.But presumably, it's just an insignificant ripple in that gentleness.

Chapter 42 The Good Guys and the Bad Guys

Whenever the light shines on Thursday morning, it is time for the truth believers to listen to the divine teaching.Believers who live near Bittle Lane always like to go to the dilapidated church at the end of the lane to hold mass.

It's not because of the profound theological attainments of the pastor there, it's just that he wants to take a look at Cherie's lovely smiling face.

"May the truth bless you, Aunt Melda."

"Oh! Cherie, you are truly a child who has received the grace of the truth. In a few years, you will definitely become the best nun."

The petite girl was holding flowers in her hands and standing at the door of the church. With a bright smile, she was beckoning to every believer who approached the church, and she gave her most sincere blessings.

The flower is called sun chrysanthemum, and it is not a rare variety.Almost wherever the sun can shine, you can find its traces, hence the name sun.

But this does not prevent people from loving it. It can be sowed carelessly and cared for simply, but it can reap the most brilliant returns.

This is simply a gift from the gods to mankind.

Just like Cherry.

"May the truth bless—"

The customary blessings suddenly stopped, and Cherie couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw the strange visitor.

What a beautiful person!

Even through the thin veil, Cherie could clearly feel the incomparable beauty.The black pupils are overflowing with dreamy brilliance, which has already captured people's mind inadvertently.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

The snow-white slender hand gently took the handed flowers, and gently touched the girl's head, which made her feel a little shy.

Is this a noble lady?It turned out to be so amiable.

The simple one-piece dress can't hide the dusty temperament at all, and the blond boy who is accompanying him is also outstanding, but because he walks beside the woman, he can't help but feel a little bit suppressed.

Bittle Lane is a real civilian area, and nobles rarely visit this dilapidated place.It is naturally a strange thing that such outstanding young men and women appear here.

"Hi! Ugly!"

Just when Cherie was wondering, a small stone just fell on top of her head.Following the pain in his head, he saw a few dirty boys making faces at him.

Cherie recognized the leading boy as Daniel, who was an orphan like herself.

Although Daniel, who wandered around the streets and alleys, was not adopted by the church, he often received food relief.But he still couldn't change his bad behavior of stealing chickens and dogs, and he had long been regarded as a hopeless gangster by the surrounding residents.

"Please don't make trouble, it's time for Mass."

Although she didn't understand why he always liked to target her, at this moment Cherie obviously didn't want him to disturb the order of the mass, and she was even more afraid that he would run into the two nobles inside.

In Dawn City, many nobles are qualified to exercise the right to dispose of them. If they offend them, even if their lives are not in danger, at least they will have to peel off their flesh and blood.

"Ugly! Ugly!"

Cherie's appearance is not ugly, she is definitely a first-class beauty embryo in the civilian area, but the boys continued to tease them unscrupulously, completely ignoring the girl's gradually terrified eyes.

"I'm just making trouble here, can you take me—"

The smiling Daniel suddenly bumped his head against a hard object while he was jumping. He fell to the ground and rubbed his hot head, his eyes burning with impatience.

"Where did the bastard come from! Didn't see my uncle——"

The arrogant words stopped abruptly again. When Daniel looked up and saw the large armor shining with silver light in front of him, his whole body instantly began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ride... Master Knight! I didn't mean to..."

Although he couldn't tell which kingdom's knight order the badge on the armor belonged to, the elegant full-body plate armor could tell it was an absolute elite knight at a glance.

"Encircle!"

The tall body showed a sense of oppression like a hill, and his cold gaze fell on Daniel, as if he was looking at a dying bedbug.