In the middle of the night, some people who can't see the light and places that can't see the light become active.

In the city, Flea Street is crowded with people, and all kinds of illegal transactions continue as usual.

Outside the city, more than 20 Roma sang and danced around the bonfire.

high-pitched, meandering chants; Stretched, passionate dance steps, this is the Roma who advocate freedom.

Around them, a dozen wagons were parked, forming a camp.

Among them, the most luxurious one was parked in the heart of the camp.

The carriage door opened, and a woman with a red veil mask sat quietly inside.

A pair of dark black eyes with no waves seem to be able to see through everything in the world.

Not far away, in a low bush, two men were secretly observing her.

"Is she Elansol?" Millsa asked Bruce beside him.

"It should be, you see an eye tattooed on the back of her hand, which is the eye of the peep world." Bruce replied.

"Your mission is complete, this is the reward, you go."

Pulling out two gold coins and throwing them in front of Bruce, Mirsa got up and walked out openly.

In the camp, the singing and dancing came to an abrupt end, and people's eyes were focused on Mirsa.

There were also a few tall men, either drawing short knives or wielding bows and arrows, ready for battle.

"I'm here for help."

Mirsa's tone was flat, and her eyes met that of the woman in the carriage.

"Who brought you here!?" Someone asked.

"No one brought me here, I found it myself."

Millsa didn't intend to involve Bruce, but she was too empty to believe.

"Lie! In my opinion, you are a spy of the witch hunters! ”

In the Middle Ages, witch hunting was a business, and Mirsa's sudden appearance in the middle of the night would certainly be suspected.

"I said, I'm going to ask for help. If you can't help me, I don't mind rooting out your heretics. ”

Milsa, a patient with deep communication disorder, can't chat as always, and just a few casual words, there is no room for turning things around.

If Tsepes was there, he would definitely not say a word, and just greeted the bigfoot girl to his ass.

And at the moment, Tsepes was not there, only Bruce, who was hiding in the bushes.

Or, more so, he should be called a fearless 'clown'.

He abruptly stood up and said in gypsy language, "I, I brought him." ”

People all looked at Bruce, and Millsa was no exception.

"Who are you? Which family of people? ”

"Me? It's just a nobody, you can call me 'Clown'. ”

Bruce coped with it, and he enjoyed the feeling without touching the other person in the slightest.

"As he said, we're here just to ask for the help of the Queen of Witchcraft, that's all."

"Nonsense! You ......"

"Shut up."

The argument didn't continue, and in the carriage, Elansol's deep voice rang out.

"You two, you are very special, I am willing to help you."

In the middle of the night, two people dared to come to the Roma camp, and they looked fearless, which intrigued Ilansol.

"At what cost?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and the trade with heresy must be paid in Mirsa's opinion.

And Bruce, who knows the rules of the witch queen better, said:

"Since it is said to be help, the price is a favor.

I didn't expect that a little person like me could still owe a favor to the witchcraft queen. ”

"You have this value, madness will make you rise, and of course, one day it will swallow you."

Elansol saw through Bruce, and then said to Millsa:

"Divination, blessings, curses, say, what do you need me to do for you?"

"Explore my past and dig up deep memories, can you do it?"

In the face of heresy, even if he asked for help from the other party, Mirsa still looked very dragged.

Elansol was overjoyed, and she raised her right hand to her forehead, and looked at Mirsa with the peeping eye tattooed on the back of her hand.

Of course, there is no transcendent force of nature, it is just a psychological intervention.

After two minutes, Elansol took his hand off his forehead and motioned for Millsa to come over.

Then, from the corner of the carriage, she took out a small box with good things in it.

Hallucinogenic plants, a variety of hallucinogenic plants, were picked out of the chest by Elansol.

As long as the dosage is sufficient, monsters, **, vampires, you can see whatever you want.

After some configuration, a sticky mass was handed over to Mirsa.

"Eat it, and you'll see who you used to be."

Mirsa didn't hesitate and swallowed the medicine in one gulp.

Hallucinogenic drugs stimulate the brain, and dusty memories rush out.

……

Quiet and cozy cabin, gentle woman with a sweet smile on her lips.

Mother's embrace is always so warm, if she can, Mirsa wants time to stay in this moment forever.

However, just like last time, the picture flows quickly, and the man without a face appears.

From warm to cold, in just a few seconds, a sharp axe appeared, and Mirsa tried with all her strength to stop it.

But in this world, he is just a baby, and he can't do anything but cry loudly.

With the swing of the cold axe, tragedy struck again, and Mirsa, still unable to see the man's face.

Everything returns to square one, and Mirsa is stuck in an endless loop......

In the real world, Mirsa is lying in the carriage, and the expression on her face changes dramatically, corresponding to the cycle in his head.

Elansol on the side frowned slightly, and then took out a large amount of medicine from the small box.

She chewed the medicine and delivered it to Mirsa's mouth......

The wilderness hut, the faceless man, came over again with an axe.

The woman fell to the ground, blood sprang out, and unlike before, blood sprayed onto the man's face.

The contours of the man's face are revealed, and Mirsa, who is in a baby's state, has wide eyes and bites her lips, and the man he knows.

Although, there was a long speculation in his heart, but at this moment, it was confirmed, and Mirsa's spiritual world completely collapsed.

The damned man who killed his mother was his most beloved teacher, his father's teacher in general, Marzad.

Or rather, Marzad was originally his father, a fallen hermit.

Wrong! This is not true! It must be a dastardly witch, manipulating my mind!

The result of the painstaking search was unacceptable to Mirsa, and the picture in his mind was not over.

Marzad, who was holding the axe, walked towards him step by step, and the sharp blade of the axe swung towards the defenseless baby.

The young baby was unharmed, and a sharp sword came out of Marzad's chest, and beside Malzad, there was a 'Marzad'.

Marzad, who was armed with a sharp axe, died, and Marzad, who was behind, clumsily picked up the baby.

Mirsa felt that this Marzad was warm, not as cold as before.

Marzad had only one, and the other, his brother, and every few decades, the Black Rose Hermitage produced a pair of twins with similar experiences.