Marissa sat on the clock tower, swaying her dirty feet, looking at the chaotic scene on the street below with great joy. She loved to see these adults panicking and making a mess. Not only can she take advantage of the chaos to spy on the enemy, but it also facilitates the use of one of her specialties;
After watching for a while, Marissa jumped down from the clock tower, skillfully walked through the roofs and walls, and placed magic eyes everywhere for detecting intelligence. Then he ran to the most crowded street and blended into the crowd of refugees. After some moving around and raising and lowering his hands, there were several heavy money bags in the cloak, and his face was filled with joy.
When passing a street corner, Marissa saw several severely overloaded magic stone trucks on the street in front of her, almost blocking half of the road. The already congested streets were impassable and even more chaotic. An old man stood beside the car, leaning on his hips and cursing at passers-by.
Marissa recognized it at a glance as the rich man Carlisle Kerston, the same guy who almost had her hand chopped off. But it was also because of this that she met candidate husband No. 10. So he walked over and hid by the wall to watch quietly.
I saw Kerston's conductor Ding dragging several trucks that were so full that they couldn't move. He punched and kicked the people who were blocking the road arrogantly, cursing at the same time, "You poor devils, please give way to me. I know that the goods on the truck can't move." How many lives will I buy from you?"
Faced with such a bullying situation, everyone dared not speak out in anger, and the nearby guards turned a blind eye. This Kerston is a big benefactor of the Guards and the county, so naturally no one would dare to offend them.
Marissa was disgusted when she saw this, and she frowned. She found the opportunity, ran over secretly, slipped under the magic stone car, and pasted several small explosive runes on the chassis. Then he ran out of a safe distance and detonated it remotely.
With several muffled sounds, several carriages were exploded, and the goods and treasures inside were scattered all over the floor. Seeing this, everyone came up to grab it.
Kerston hurriedly asked his servants to step forward to stop him, and even shot at passers-by. But there were too many people who couldn't stand it - those goods were really valuable jewelry, crystals, mithril and the like - several servants were quickly pushed down and submerged by the crowd of zero-yuan buyers, and were buried under the feet of countless pairs of hands. They stepped on each other in turn, making no sound.
After a while, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a few lifeless servants and a few empty magic stone carriages. Kerston collapsed on the ground and cried loudly, but no one paid any attention to him. The guards waited until everyone had dispersed, then symbolically searched for traces of explosives. The instigator had already disappeared without a trace, laughing loudly as he ran.
Marissa's stomach began to growl as she ran. Looking left and right, I remembered that there was a dessert shop on the corner of the commercial street, and I was going to go there and open a meat shop.
When we arrived, we discovered that the shop had already been closed and boards had been nailed on the doors and windows. And not only this one, there is not even a single open shop left on the entire commercial street.
Marissa paced along the wall in frustration, thinking about where to steal her next meal, when a church came into view.
This is the largest county church in the town. It is built next to the bell tower and has long been empty. Those servants who claimed to be the Holy Light were supposed to be responsible for comforting and rescuing the people in the chaos. However, after hearing about the rebels' actions against rogue priests and seizing church assets, they took their belongings, rubbed their soles with oil, and slipped away. Everyone was quick, even the golden Titan statue in the chapel was pried away.
However, not everyone left. In front of the church, a large group of hungry street children gathered. A young nun was leaning down and handing out snacks and candies to the street children.
Years of famine and frequent wars have left many children without relatives and living on the streets. In the past, Skar established a resistance organization in the name of the Beggar Gang, and was able to provide some relief to these children. Now that he and his men have raised the flag of rebellion and become a resistance force, they can no longer enter and exit the town at will. These children and other wanderers have become helpless.
Although this nun was dressed in black robes and a hood, she could not hide her tall figure and extremely beautiful face. Especially those purple eyes, they are simply breathtakingly beautiful. The smile he showed when he gently stroked the child's head was also like an angel's.
Marissa hid and watched from a distance. Although she had seen too many of the hypocrisy and evil deeds of the priests and did not want to deal with people in the church, she saw the street children jumping happily and chewing colorful candies. She couldn't help but lick her lips.
After all, taking advantage of someone doesn’t count as dealing, right? In the end, Marissa could not resist the temptation of sweets and tiptoed towards the church door.
What she didn't notice was that the purple-eyed nun who was handing out candies had a reflective metal arm exposed between her cuffs and white gloves.
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Marissa woke up with a start. There were a dozen children lying around, all fast asleep. In front of him was an iron fence, the surroundings were dimly lit, and the walls were damp and mottled. This was obviously a dungeon.
Looking at the candlelight flickering on the opposite wall, Marissa's first reaction was that she had been caught by the government. Then I thought something wrong again and began to carefully recall what happened before:
A few hours ago, Marissa was eating sweets in front of the church while glancing at the nun next to her. Marisa has never met her mother. Usually in the beggar gang and the rebel army, there are basically men. She rarely comes into contact with mature women, especially such beautiful ones;
The nun kept picking up the children and kissing their dirty foreheads and faces. The box she uses to store snacks is an ingenious trick box that can perform various tricks. The nun took out and distributed candies frequently like magic. The box seemed endless, causing the children to applaud frequently, laugh and jump with joy.
Marissa's attention was on the two big lumps shaking on the nun's chest. She lowered her head and looked at her neat chest, which looked like it had been cut with a knife. She wondered when she would be able to look like that without using magic.
As she was eating, she suddenly discovered that the candy in her hand tasted like chewing runes. Looking closely at the bite marks, there were obvious traces of being decomposed and transported by magic. On the candy box in the nun's hand, there were faintly clear magic lines, and her gestures were clearly directing energy to cast spells; it was not a mechanism box at all, but a magic tool.
Marissa was shocked. The Magic Federation and the Church were sworn enemies, and it was impossible for nuns to use engineering magic tools under normal circumstances. This was so wrong, the candy fell to the floor and she turned to run away, but it was too late.
The children beside her were falling down one by one, and Marissa's vision turned black. She fainted before taking two steps. The last memory I have is of the nun walking over to her with long legs, leaning down and reaching out to her.
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Only then did Marissa realize that the other party had obviously drugged or put a sleeping spell in the candy. She was able to wake up early because there was a wake-up rune sewn into the close-fitting clothes on her back for insurance purposes.
There were heavy footsteps at the entrance, and Marissa quickly lay down and pretended to sleep. The nun came and brutally murdered a sleeping child with a mechanical arm. In the flickering candlelight, the poor child died without even humming.
The "nun" used magic to transfer the tendons, flesh and blood to her legs, feet and skin, and murmured, "Only the delicate skin of children is worthy of my beauty. Oh, father is coming back soon, I want to use my best The state greets him.”
Marissa covered her mouth tightly and did not dare to make a sound; this seemingly beautiful and gentle woman turned out to be a vicious villain who used the skin of a child to restore her own prosthetic skin and beauty.
