Woodrow was taken away, as were the guards who had their weapons confiscated, and soon more people from the Grey Temple arrived to register the names and circumstances of the families of the slain miners and clean up the scene.

Not long after, people from the City Lord's Mansion also came, but instead of participating in the investigation of the case, they brought clothes and food to the families of the miners.

Nibbling on the bread, their faces as hard as stones finally had a hint of light, and the pain that had been accumulated in their hearts for many years finally had a place to speak and avenge their grievances.

"Boss Mai, there are a few details I need to know from you about the previous duel, how did you kill that second-level knight? Of course, he has already been disqualified as a knight last year. Brandley looked at McGonagall and asked, if McGonagall killed Valk with just a single peach branch, as those present said, then his strength was at least a third-level knight.

"Actually, Amy's hand came out, I just made a show." McGonagall looked at Amy, who was eating bread with Jessica, and smiled, at this time, of course, she dumped the pot first.

"So that's the case, the little boss is really a little hero who fights violence and peace." Brandley showed a look of understanding, if it was Amy's move, then everything would not be difficult to explain, McGonagall really didn't look like a person with the strength of a third-level knight.

"On behalf of the Grey Temple, I would like to express my gratitude to you for helping to subdue a serial murderer last time, and this time you have made a great contribution to making the city of chaos better by exposing the darkness." Brandley looked at McGonagall sincerely.

"You're welcome." McGonagall nodded slightly, looking at the people who were scrambling to stuff the bread into their mouths, and said with a somewhat solemn expression: "I'm a little curious, how many such things are there in the City of Chaos?" If the law becomes a tool for some people, does the tall walls make the city the most cruel prison in a city that preaches equality and freedom? ”

"The law makes everyone more free, this is what the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion have been doing, but as you said, this incident has also sounded a wake-up call for us, someone is using it to go against the original intention of its establishment, I will submit this matter to the table, I believe that the Hall Lord will make wise judgments and methods." Brandley nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'd like to see a better city of chaos, so I'm going to take my leave." McGonagall nodded, pushing her bicycle to the side and walking towards Amy.

"Amy's father, thank you so much for saving us today." Rebecca, who had just received a few pieces of bread from the staff of the City Lord's Mansion, looked at McGonagall who was walking and pulled Jessica to kneel.

"You're welcome, Jessica is Amy's friend, so naturally we can't sit idly by." McGonagall reached out to support the two of them and smiled, "Can you go in and sit for a while?" ”

"Of course, please come in." Rebecca nodded hurriedly, got up and took Jessica's small hand and entered the door.

McGonagall glanced at the staff who were disposing of the corpse not far away, and took Amy's hand into Jessica's house, the low room was a little dim, there was only one room, there was a bed in the back, and a small window opened through which the light shone in.

There was a small wooden table made of wood next to the bed, with some cloth and needlework on it, a small old bamboo chair next to it, a small stove in the corner, a little gruel in the pot, and a small bag of rice next to it.

Other than that, there was nothing extra in the room.

"Amy's father, sit here." Jessica moved the bamboo chair with some difficulty, and looked up at McGonagall, her black eyes still clear and transparent, and there was a look of gratitude in her eyes.

"Okay, thanks." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and sat down on the only chair in the room, the bamboo chair that had been patched with broken planks so many times creaked that he couldn't help but tense up and sit up straight, and it would be embarrassing to sit down.

"You drink some water, there's nothing to entertain you at home, I'm really sorry, and the dragon coin you put on the lunch box last time and asked Jessica to bring back saved my life, I really don't know how to thank you." Rebecca handed McGonagall a bowl of water with a missing slit and looked at McGonagall gratefully.

Although the bowl is a little notched, it is very clean, the water is slightly rippling, clear and transparent, McGonagall took a big sip of the bowl, looked at Rebecca and smiled: "You are too polite, are you better?" ”

Rebecca, who is around thirty years old, already has a lot of fine lines at the corners of her eyes, looking older than her actual age, and her face is a little sickly pale, but compared with those people who are as hard as stones outside, the expression on her face is much more vivid, especially the pair of black eyes, which are as clean and clear as Jessica, and her face is also very gentle, and she can see that she was also a delicate and beautiful girl when she was young.

Despite living in such a place, Jessica is still lively and cute, and McGonagall has found a reason - she has a good mother.

"I got a lot better after eating the chicken soup you made, and then I went to the hospital to get some medicine, and it was almost better." Rebecca nodded gratefully, stretched out her hand, there was a gold coin in it, and said a little crampedly: "I was scrambled by them before, I only found one gold coin, I will return your dragon coin to you, I am already taking some sewing errands now, although the money is not much, but I can save a little every day, as long as it takes another two months, I can return all the money to you." ”

"You can keep this money, just think it's me for Jessica, buy some delicious food for the child to make up for it." McGonagall shook her head and pushed Rebecca's hand back, apparently thinking they were here to ask for money today.

"No, I have to pay you back." Rebecca didn't withdraw her hand, and looked at McGonagall with a determined gaze.

"Yes, Amy's father, my father said that if you borrow something from someone else, you must pay it back, so we will definitely return the money to you, and I can also help my mother with things." Jessica also nodded, her little face full of serious expressions.

"Okay, I'll accept it, but not now, but I'll pay it back in three months." McGonagall looked at Jessica and Rebecca's equally determined gazes, nodded, and then picked up the bag with the little dress from her knees, handed it to Jessica, and said with a smile: "Because we are not here to ask for money today, but to invite Jessica's children to participate in today's noon party, this is a gift prepared for you by Xiaomi, do you like it." ”