What's Wrong with the Witch

　　There is no way to get more hospitalization and medical expenses, and he can't help the poor guests who are on the mission.

　　"The address of one girl is left, and I will contact you again after I get a clue."

　　Boss Su continued to drink wine, and the sadness on his face had long since disappeared.

　　"Then, happy cooperation!"

　　Geraint finished drinking the red wine in his glass and got up and left with a clue.

　　As for the authenticity of the verification clues?

　　Oh, it doesn't need verification at all, Geraint fully believes in the ability of the Ratman Bar.

　　Returning to the manor house, Geraint sends the address to Reims, the head of the Knights.

　　The rest is left to Captain Lance.

　　……

　　it's getting dark.

　　Mu Qiqi routinely collects the garbage generated during the day by category.

　　What dry garbage, wet garbage, recyclable garbage, hazardous garbage, etc...

　　Related categories have been mentioned with Naiya and Bubble, but Full Moon has not mentioned it yet.

　　"Your Highness, are you?"

　　Man Yue watched Mu Qiqi put a lot of garbage on the ground in different categories and had some doubts.

　　Especially when he saw a landscape painting painted by His Royal Highness Mu Qiqi, the doubts on his face even more.

　　"Garbage classification." Mu Qiqi pointed to the garbage and said, "Living in the magic capital, you need to understand this, and you will need to do this kind of work next time."

　　"Okay, Your Highness."

　　Man Yue glanced again at the painting that was left alone, but said nothing.

　　In the following time, Mu Qiqi briefly said the attention points of various garbage classifications, and walked out of the cafe with the full moon.

　　In the garbage station, ordinary garbage cans generally recycle dry garbage and wet garbage, special garbage cans recycle hazardous garbage, and garbage rooms are used to recycle recyclable garbage.

　　The used, clean paper in the Magical Girl Cafe falls into this category.

　　In this way, under the demonstration of Mu Qiqi, Man Yue watched the landscape painting and left it on the table in the garbage room.

　　There are already a lot of recyclable waste paper and other items on the table.

　　"It's done, let's go back!"

　　Mu Qiqi said.

　　To tell the truth, when the garbage collection regulations of the Magic City first came out, they changed almost every once in a while, and even made many people feel helpless.

　　However, after getting used to it, it doesn't feel like it anymore.

　　It's a lot better than having to throw away any garbage on a certain day and waiting a few days if you miss it.

　　Because if some garbage is not thrown away and left in the house, the smell will be very bad.

　　Man Yue followed behind Mu Qiqi and glanced at the garbage room again.

　　Is there any deep meaning for His Highness to throw the painting here at will?

　　……

　　Night fell unexpectedly.

　　In the dark garbage room, a shadow entered it, seeing the painting on the table, put it away reverently, and hurriedly left.

　　The shadow walked quickly, but after a while, it passed through the streets of the old city and came to an abandoned community.

　　It has just been abandoned by the residents recently, because there are rumors that something weird will come out at night.

　　In fact, these are the people who gathered here.

　　Especially after several old people who insisted on the former residence were frightened to death, no one was willing to live here again.

　　The place where the garden pool is surrounded by a circle of shadows looks extremely eerie under the firelight in the center.

　　Oh, these so-called shadows are actually the effect of wearing dark clothes.

　　Restricted by their living conditions, their clothes are all tattered.

　　Simply put, sheer hobo attire.

　　Although it looks trendy during the day, it's quite spooky at night.

　　"The prophet's painting has appeared!"

　　The shadow of the painting came to the fire and announced to the homeless gathered here.

　　"Jia! Jiajia!..."

　　All the tramps cheered around the fire with the most bizarre syllables.

　　……

　　Three years ago, an old scavenger found a very strange painting in a garbage room.

　　It was a strange creature drinking something that no one could understand.

　　However, in line with the principle of collecting garbage for money, I didn't care.

　　Who knew that during that time, the heavy rains turned the bridges and parks where they could live into a vast ocean.

　　Desperate homeless people are forced to move from the old city to the abandoned city.

　　Because some of them are already sick.

　　I just hope I can find a nice house to live in.

　　After all, if you continue to live in the dark like this, you will either be killed by the grotesque, or you will die of despair.

　　Under such circumstances, there is no such thing as death and immortality.

　　To live a day is a day.

　　At least, in abandoned urban areas, there is still a little shelter from the wind and rain.

　　Fortunately, they came to this community that was about to be completely abandoned and lived in it.

　　If you want to find food, just get up and walk a few blocks every day, and you can find it in other neighborhoods.

　　Due to food laws, many businesses throw expired food in the trash.

　　These will be their food source.

　　But I don't know why, during that time, it was basically difficult to find food.

　　Hunger, fear, hangs over the hearts of all wanderers.

　　In desperation, they started a fire in an abandoned community square under the dark night, and decided to adopt an ancient method.

　　They put together the food pictures they collected and performed a worship ceremony of "painting cakes to satisfy hunger".

　　I hope to be blessed with food, at least to have a good meal in the future.

　　It’s not enough to worship God, it’s better to worship food directly!

　　Some people took out posters of hamburgers.

　　Some people took out the dish poster of the broken restaurant.

　　Some people took out the simple flat cakes they drew with the paper and brushes they had picked up.

　　However, there is also a quirky painting inside.

　　"What is this, who brought it out?"

　　A drooling young man asked, pointing to the painting that had been mixed in.

　　"Mine!" The thin old man in the crowd raised his hand, "Looking at the painting obsessively, what he drinks must be delicious."

　　Seeing the old man's appearance, no one cares.

　　Anyway, these pictures are used for the ceremony.

　　Just look at it, you can't eat it.

　　"start!"

　　Everyone revolves around pictures of food in front of the campfire.

　　They sang the homeless songs composed by the homeless themselves, danced strange dances like crazy sheep, and beat the beats like crazy devils, praying that they would be able to pick up incomparably rich food tomorrow and be able to fill their stomachs.

　　During the process, the thin old man suddenly collapsed in front of the painting.

　　To be honest, he could still fight hunger for a while before seeing these pictures.

　　But singing, dancing, and watching food posters directly made his hunger worse.

　　Not only him, but also other homeless old people fell down from exhaustion.

　　"I really want to eat a bite before I die..."

　　The thin old man looked unwillingly at the painting in front of him.

　　For some reason, when looking at the strange picture, his eyes turned pitch black, as if he saw a restaurant that was covered in mist and looked extremely dark.

　　In front of the table in the restaurant, a strange guest wearing a black trench coat and a strange high hat turned his head to look at him.

　　This strange guest has no hair, no face, only tiny tentacles hanging from left to right, and a terribly disgusting tumor near the hat.

　　From time to time, there are even black liquid dripping from the tumor that seems to have come from the rotten and smelly graveyard.

　　Death and fear invaded almost instantly.

　　The thin old man felt that his San value had become a boat in the storm, ready to be destroyed at any time.

　　However, the obsession with food and the crazy lowered San value no longer matter.

　　"Hahaha, it's delicious, give me a drink!"

　　The thin old man boldly asked the strange guest in front of him to give him a sip of the coffee on the table.

　　The homeless bonfire banquet was suddenly quiet.