Under the same starry sky -

Chrissy finds the third and fourth Dark Magic Witches.

This time, it was a coincidence that the guide bracelet showed that because one of them moved, the two appeared in the same city, and the three feudatories remained

The difference is that one is in a chaotic slum, while the other is in a glorious world full of gorgeous stars, thousands of lights, clothes and sideburns, and famous cars.

Under the same starry sky, the same region, and the same world, but they are clearly distinguished, just like a hall, a hell.

Chrissy rides a magic broomstick and lands in a dark corner of the ghetto.

If Bertha was there, she would have discovered that the world she had once been familiar with.

This is the corner of the ghetto, a world that seems to be forgotten by the light.

Chaos, sickness, filth, sin, all the time here. People are poor and short-sighted, and here, kindness, compassion, and humanity are bleak.

With a wave of her hand, Chrissy transformed into an old woman in ordinary clothes, staggering out of the dark alley.

Walking out of the darkness, she entered a bleak world, and the dim street lamps stretched her shadow very long, slowly moving on the ground with her slow steps.

In the corners, men and women gathered together in twos and threes, swallowing clouds and mist, and their expressions were psychedelic like ghosts, silently hiding in the shadows, staring meaninglessly at the inconspicuous old woman, who had no value for any action, and occasionally let out a few unbearable curses and ridicules.

Chrissy followed the direction and turned to the end of the street, a dilapidated bungalow hidden in deeper darkness.

The dilapidated and swaying door, with a doorbell that had been useless for years, Chrissy raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a long time, Chrissy knocked on the door three times before she heard a sound of shuffling footsteps coming from inside.

The door creaked open, and a woman, one whose age was indecipherable, seemed to have just been woken from her sleep, her face unkempt, and her face was filled with emotions that seemed to be patience or impatience.

The woman looked at Chrissy listlessly, her eyes full of morbidity, and she looked straight at Chrissaki, as if trying to discern who the person in front of her was, and finally, as if she didn't care who it was, opened the door, and staggered inside.

Chrissy followed in, her dress on a dilapidated chaise longue near the door, her eyelids lifted and her absent-minded staring at Chrissaki.

Obviously, not this woman.

This woman is just an ordinary person with no spiritual powers, or even an ordinary person who has a short life.

Chrissy walked around the cramped room, making sure that the guidance was not wrong, and that there was still a residual breath of spiritual power here.

Chrissy walked up to the woman and stared into the woman's eyes, which were controlled by magic and were locked in her eyes.

Chrissy used a slight mind-reading spell to capture the bits and pieces of memories that came into a woman's mind.

This woman's life is already passing rapidly, and her mental power can't withstand the use of greater magic.

Those bits and pieces were already useful information that could only be extracted from her chaotic and vague memories.

The woman was originally a family of three, a newcomer from afar, who had been granted a green card for a second-class citizen ten years ago.

Unfortunately, life did not go her way, and she soon became a widow, living in this slum for ten years, struggling to survive alone with a girl.