The sky was gray, the rain was pouring down, and visibility was low in the water curtain.

The ground leading to the slum was potholed, and there was a lot of water on it, and the young painter held a sketchpad over his head, jumped over the puddles like a nimble rabbit, and ran home.

He is a local, an orphan, and the brick house left by his parents is not small, but it is very dilapidated, with poor lighting, occasional water leaks, and little protection from wind and cold.

But he had no other place to live, and how blessed he was to have a home to shelter from the wind and rain in this terrible weather.

The unbearable dim dampness of the usual days also seemed to become warm, as if he had discovered something, and he suddenly stopped running through the streets.

A woman lies on a corner of the street, her khaki shirt and yellow gauze skirt already wet from the rain.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and her long brownish-red hair was wet and spread, like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, and lay limply on the ground.

The young painter stood still a few times, and after a while, he picked her up and took her home.

After bringing it home, he was a little embarrassed, the other party was unconscious, and he was still wearing soaked clothes, but he was not good at taking off the clothes of a young woman.

He asked the little girl in the neighborhood to take off her clothes for her, but it wasn't long before he heard the girl screaming while waiting under the eaves outside the door.

The girl ran out of the door in a panic, saying that the woman had a long wound on her abdomen, covered in blood, and then went home with a frightened face.

He had to go into the house, take off the other man's clothes, and bandage the other's wounds.

Looking at the comatose woman's beautiful face, smooth skin, and sexy legs, he couldn't help but blush without a girlfriend.

However, he didn't do anything indecent, he closed his eyes when he took off his underwear, and quickly covered it with his clothes, although the unconscious other party may not feel it at all.

The woman lay on the bed and never woke up, in the slums, his house is not small, but his paintings cannot be sold, he only has one bed due to financial constraints, and all the extra furniture is sold.

At night, he had to sleep on the ground, but fortunately it was still autumn and he didn't catch a cold.

The next morning, he fed the woman some milk and went out to create and sell paintings at the same time.

By the time he came back from buying some beans and a fresh fish, he had already woken up.

The woman was already wearing another outfit, a mid-length floral dress with a white shirt and red and blue flowers embroidered on the hem.

The young painter was puzzled that he should not have women's clothes in his house.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her pale and bloodless cheeks made her look weak, but her voice was cold: "You brought me here and helped me with my wounds?" ”

"I saw you unconscious, so I picked you up, sorry, I promise, no peeping...... No, I closed my eyes......" said the painter hesitantly.

She seemed to smile and tugged at her brown-red hair, "What do you need?" I can grant you one wish. ”

"My wish is for my paintings that people will like one day. Before I introduce myself, I'm Igor Cassina, a street painter. The young man said softly.

"I'm sorry, maybe you should change your wishes, I can't do anything about art, no one can make someone fall in love with a painting all of a sudden.

But I can give you a sum of money, I'm Claire. The woman stared at the young man with a handsome face, curly blond hair, and blue eyes.

"There's no need, I'm used to having nothing left, you have a good rest, I'll go prepare lunch." Igor said unconcernedly.

He carried beans and fresh fish into the kitchen, and after a while, he walked to the edge of the bed with a bowl of fresh fish and bean soup and a piece of white bread.

"You don't have to, I can ...... it myself" Pretty blushed slightly, and Claire was a little embarrassed.

Igor shook her head and spooned pea soup to her lips, feeling the warmth of being cared for the first time.

She lived here, and for the first time Igor's dilapidated house had a tenant, and he received a good monthly rent from her, even though he felt that he was giving too much.

Two months passed, and he noticed a lot of strange things about her, but he didn't think much of it, and the two got along very well, and he often painted for her.

Until that day, the painter found a wanted notice in front of the church of the Church of Light......

After returning home, he hesitated for a long time, looked at her who had dyed her hair black and her appearance had changed a little, and said slowly: "You are a witch, you don't allow me to go into your room to clean, there are some things in it that I can't see."

I should have known, every time you come back, I can smell a faint smell of blood from you, it is the smell of human blood, you may not know, I saw some glowing runes on your arm that day. ”

Claire reached out and a golden ladybug flew off the beam, perched on her fingers, "I know what happened that day, your clumsy look is cute." ”

Igor sighed: "The church's wanted warrant says that you killed more than a hundred people, the famous 'Red Witch', and you also killed those people in the Blooming Flower District recently, to be honest, I hate that kind of wanton deprivation of other people's lives." ”

Bowing her head slightly, Claire's voice was cold: "Why didn't you inform the people of the church, I didn't notice that you were followed by a paladin or a priest."

I was almost killed by a fourth-order paladin named Michelle, who would have found me if you hadn't brought me in that day, and now I should have been burned to ashes on the rulings in front of the church. ”

"Yes, I actually regret it a little, I don't know what to do, those 7 people in the Shenghua District were killed by me to some extent.

I heard that you can draw strength from blood, why do you want to go far, you were weak at the beginning, but it would be easy to kill me, why don't you just kill me? Igor stared at her with a complicated expression.

Claire stood up, her hair gradually dyed red and fluttered, the hem of her skirt was windless, many black and red runes began to appear on her arms, a blood moon rose from behind her, and countless red rays spread out like petals, bright, bewitching, and unforgiving.

"Click...... Click"

Several red psionic chains suddenly appeared in the blood moon, wrapping around the young painter's legs like vines, restricting his movements, and his expression was surprised, but there was no fear on his face.

"Red Witch" Claire's skirt was lightly raised, Lianbu walked up to Igor, stretched out her white palm to caress his face, and her red lips opened slightly: "You already know my identity, although you are stupid and didn't go to the church to report me, but it's not too late to kill you." ”

The painter stared at her eyes as dark as an abyss: "I don't think you have a bad heart, why would you do such a cruel thing." ”

Claire laughed, her smile was quick, and her face turned cold: "Who do you think you are?" Qualified to teach me a lesson? ”

Igor's eyebrows drooped, and he suddenly reached out and hugged her, caressing her fair face, and then awkwardly kissed her red lips.

Claire was startled, she didn't break free, and after a long time, all the visions on her body disappeared, leaning into his arms like a weak woman, staring into his blue eyes that were close at hand: "You can do that then, I was really unconscious that night, and that ladybug has no offensive power." ”

"You're going to kill me afterwards."

"No, I'm a traditional witch and abide by the principle of equal exchange, and I would like you to do that, so we don't owe each other."

"I want you to go with me, let's change places."

Her expression was struggling, she hesitated, repeating the cycle of killing and being hunted down, after so many years, she was really tired.

Igor Cassina took out a silver-white ring from his pocket, which he bought a week ago and almost spent half of his savings,

He slowly placed the ring on the middle finger of her left hand, and Claire looked at him with a look of devotion and burst into tears.

They moved to the east of the city, and the "Red Witch" disappeared, and after three years of complete vanishing, the people of the Dark World thought she was dead, and finally even the church revoked her arrest warrant, believing that she had died in some accident.

If that hadn't happened, there would have been only the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Cassina, and no more cruel and bloody Red Witches.

"I came to listen to what nightmare you said about the ghost story, and after a long time, it turned out to be a love story." Wren couldn't help but complain.

John, who was narrating the content of the dream, was interrupted and twitched: "This is before, and the back is terrifying." ”

Catherine glanced at Wren and asked, "You know so much, why did you speak secretly, and why didn't you tell the church about it?" ”

With a frown, John looked tired: "At first, I couldn't trust you, until you took out the key to the portrait gallery, and I was sure that the boss had entrusted this matter to you."

As for why I'm hiding it? Because I was scared, that witch knew who I was, and she lived on Billy Street! If I spoil her business, will she kill me and my family?

As you should know, she has a golden ladybug that can spy on her surroundings, and I'm not sure she's eyeing me, and I don't even dare to go to church to expose it! ”

Wren said expressionlessly: "So, you don't care about yourself, watching others being killed?" ”

"You're transcendent, aren't you?! Of course you're not afraid, but what about me? How can I protect myself and my family? The other party is a Red Witch, a powerful witch who needs the 'Holy White Sword' Michelle to deal with! ”

John's expression became excited, and his face was full of pain, self-blame, and guilt: "I am saying this now because I can't hold it anymore, but if I have a little conscience, I won't be indifferent to watching others being killed!"

I'm going to say everything now, and I hope you can keep my family safe! ”