"Michelle." As if someone was calling themselves, the young child opened his eyes and saw a mountain of adults, the father was crying, the mother was comforting, and the little self was standing outside the circle, at a loss.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Michel, but your father is gone." A young police officer parted the crowd, he took off his hat and put it on his chest, with a sad expression: "He is a good gentleman, we are sorry, we didn't help anything." ”

Ah, when I was little, grandfather...... When the street was assassinated.

The young child was confused, and he stepped along, and the faceless crowd parted before him, like the sea.

The old man who fell to the ground no longer breathed, no longer laughed, and no longer showed the kindness of an old man to his grandson.

The young child knelt beside his grandfather.

I don't know when the Michel family has been suffering and cursed.

Family members either die unexpectedly, or are twisted in the final trajectory of their lives, turning into chaotic and spirit-like beings.

Before Michelle could remember, her grandmother had died, and the cause of death was due to excessive drinking, a very ...... Very strange cause of death.

Because everyone says that grandmothers don't drink alcohol, and Michelle hasn't seen his grandmother, but a person, if everyone says that, then there should be no mistake.

No one said why he drank too much, and Michel would not know, just as his grandfather was killed in the street, and the murderer didn't even use a dagger or dagger, and an iron chopstick used by the Thainans pierced through the back of his grandfather's heart.

Funnily enough, the entire Thainan people of Fort Carter don't use iron chopsticks, believing that metal objects can't withstand eating and drinking.

Where the chopsticks come from, no one knows; Where the murderer came from, no one knows, Michel is just sad that there is one less person at home who can talk.

Later, when her sister is born, Michelle looks at her sister in her mother's arms and feels that things are getting better.

Yes, it's getting better, and he loves me, which is the same as if I could win, which belongs to the three major assumptions in life.

Mother died...... Killed by the Assassin's gunfire, the Assassin chose to take her mother to the service with her sister, and the bullet went through her back, which would have pierced through the abdomen and opened a large hole in her head.

But when the bullet came out of the skin, it hit the bulletproof plate that my mother had prepared, so my mother died, and my sister survived.

"Who's killing us, father."

The older child looked at his father and asked the biggest question he had for many years.

Who is killing us, father, the king who is resentful of your disgrace before the emperor; It's a colleague who is resentful of your demanding money; Is it a slave worker who is resentful of the labor you sent to the factory to work?

"How can you think of slave labor, they don't have extraordinary strength, they don't have the courage to kill their masters, they can't even think of resisting...... My Mi Sher. "My father's loving face was full of sorrow, like a slave worker in a factory, full of resentment, resentment, and pain.

But there was no anger.

Five years later, my father was found jumping from the top of the factory in the middle of the night.

Death has never been as cheap as that day, a Ladder Five transcendent, confirmed to have fallen from a height of almost twelve meters, and then ...... Fell to his death.

Only then did Michel understand why there was less anger on his father's face.

Because he understands that he is powerless, whether it is the death of his grandfather, or the death of his mother, or even his own end...... It's all the same powerlessness.

The young Michelle looked at his sister who was not yet sensible and understood a truth - in order to survive, sometimes, you have to live like that.

Because of the care of the goddess of harvest, the two children of the Michel family eventually grew up, but the kind old bishop who signed the adoption contract would not know, the old mother who raised them would not know, and the old agent who bathed them would not know.

Beneath the smiling face of the kid named Michelle was what a terrible monster was hidden.

There are only two children left in the Michelle family, and he must live with his sister, even if he becomes a devil.

In addition to this, revenge.

Revenge, only by killing the murderer, the Michel family will not repeat such a tragic path.

Michel opened his eyes, and the young head of the family saw that the carriage was stopping, and with some eagerness pushed open the door and jumped out of the carriage, while three coins had already landed in the coachman's spread hand.

"Sir, you only need two corners."

"That's my compliment to your skills."

The conversation between the owner and the guest came to this point, and Michel pushed open the door of the cemetery, went to the corner, looked at the little tombstones of his mother and father, took out a bottle of wine from his pocket as if by juggling, pulled out the cork with his hand, and then, as if by juggling, took out three small glasses from the other pocket with his other hand.

One cup for the father, one cup for the mother, and one for oneself.

Sitting down on the side steps, Michelle poured the wine into his mouth.

Father, you wouldn't have thought that it would be the other families of the Thirty Warriors who wanted to kill the Michel family.

How could this be imagined, those nobles who had sad faces and sincere expressions when their grandfather died, but they were the murderers who bought murders and committed crimes in groups.

Why kill everyone in the Michel family?

Status? The Michel family had no status, and even if the king was going to choose another lord for Fort Carter, it would be impossible for him to choose from the Michel family.

Money, indeed, the Michel family is relatively rich, but the Michel family knows that there is no strength corresponding to money, but is just begging for death, so among the nobles, the Michel family is famous for being 'poor'.

When he first learned the secret, Michel couldn't understand it until he saw a history of the city in the library.

Only then did I realize that it turned out to be ...... It turns out that this is why the Michel family suffered.

Why would someone want to kill it and then fast.

"Why, I'm not your child." Pouring himself a glass of wine, Michelle held the wine in his hand towards the tombstone.

Why, knowing that the family is in danger, but still giving birth to a sister.

Sheila, my sister, my favorite sister, the sweetest sister in the world, is really me...... I can't throw it away, and I can't let go of it.

………………

"Sweetheart, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Miyème, who was writing the medical records, noticed the small movements of her little patient, and she naturally didn't think that this little girl would not be able to think about it—she had seen a lot of little girls who were nourished by love, and she had never been unable to think about it, but she felt that nothing in the world could stop the power of love.

Yes, love is like a psychic energy, it is omnipotent, unstoppable, and invincible.

Except for a 9mm rear-loading dummmy bullet from the revolver.

Thinking of this, Madame Miyem smiled, recalling that when she was younger, the old man felt younger when he put pen to paper.

It's a beautiful and memorable life.

"I seem to see my friend." Her little patient retracted: "Madam, when will I come for a physical examination next time?" ”

"In a month, I will tell your mother and let her remind her, but my little girl, I know that you have love, but protect yourself, your health is not good, for you, the child is not a treasure, but a fatal burden." Madame Miem glanced at the girl in front of her, although the little princess of the Morvis family was already fourteen years old, but the blood and illness of the half-blood elves made her look a little younger than her actual age.

As a devotee of the Goddess of Love, Madame Miyem had to be straightforward, and she did not want to rush to the Morvis Pavilion with the elite team of the Hospital of Mercy in the middle of the night to deal with something inconvenient to talk about.

"I, we're still young!" The little princess of the Morwis family replied with a blushing face.

"I know, but I'm years older than you and I've seen too many, you know." Mrs. Miyem smiled and wrote the last letter, then closed the medical record and handed it to Faye: "My little sweetheart, protect yourself. Seriously, she has seen too many young men and women who say one thing and do another, always saying that it is difficult for them to say anything, but they have not thought about the pathos of not even being able to control their own desires.

Slaanesh's favorite is young people.

May the Lord have mercy and may bad luck never become.

"Ah, I, I know." The little girl walked out with a red face.

Putting down the pen, Madame Miyem went to the window, and she watched as her little patient got into the carriage of the Morvis family.

The spider plants on the windowsill dance with the wind, and the house goblins are watering.

There was a knock on the door of the infirmary, and Madame Miyem frowned—she was in charge of seeing the little girls, and there would be some good children like the Mowis girls...... Unspeakable child.

"Please come in."

Loosening her brow, Madame Miem went to the table and sat down, and then two girls walked in.

Seeing their steps, Madame Miyeme loosened her brow—it looked like things weren't as she thought, and although they looked suspicious, they were surprised by a good boy.

"Is there anything wrong with the two of you?" Mrs. Miem asked, pulling out the pen from the black water box.

At the same time, she also noticed the masked scarves on the faces of the two girls.

"Ma'am, we ......" "We seem to be allergic."

The two girls pulled down the veils from their faces, revealing each other's faces covered in red spots.

Mrs. Miyem took a deep breath.

The preamble is withdrawn.

………………

Faye paused in the hallway, not waiting for what seemed to be her friend's target, and then she had to follow her head maid downstairs and into the carriage, when the young daughter of the Morvis family suspected for the first time that it was really them, not that she had seen something wrong.

Ah, I don't think it's just them, after all, how can they come to see a doctor together.

With this in mind, Faye patted the window of the car: "Liana, take me to church." ”

"Miss, aren't you going home?"

"I want to see Marlin." Although he wanted to say that there was something good about a person's home, but thinking that Lena was also a family member, Faye changed his words: "Liana, my good sister, help me, the youngest child." ”

"All right, miss, but it may be time for me to tell Madame that she and her master will have another child, so that Mademoiselle will no longer be able to coquettish me in the name of the youngest child in the family." Liana's voice was full of smiles.

Faye was also laughing: "Okay, it's not bad to have a brother or sister. ”

Fathers and mothers always have children.

"By the way, miss, you seem to be waiting for someone just now."

"Yes, it seems to be my friend's guy, but it looks like I'm mistaken."

The conversation between the head maid and the little lady came to this point, and they heard thunder coming from a distance.

Faye glanced at the top of the sky, where the sun was spreading heat on the cloudless top: "Thunder? ”

"It's thunder, indeed." The head maid glanced into the distance: "It's a landing mine." ”

………………

Marin and Logan sat on the sidelines, watching the Priest and Sheldon maintain the circle one by one, and every time he made up a mistake, Marlin would look at Logan, and the hapless kid who was bound to finish third in the triwizard would wipe his forehead with a handkerchief that was already soaked in his hand.

"Speaking of which, it's a miracle that this thing didn't blow up." When the priest was fixing the eleventh mistake, Marin finally found a problem: "Does this mean that this guy Sheldon may be a guy who is under the care of Lady Luck?" ”

Normally, when a summoning circle has eleven wrong nodes, the only possibility is to blow up the guy who started it into the sky - as for how it spreads out when it falls, that's a category that only geometry can explain.

As a result, Sheldon activated the circle, which worked well, neither blasting the user into the sky, nor jumping out of the rift a Chosen Champion or Chaos Demon.

"When you say that, I really think it's possible, look, the twelfth mistake." After Logan finished speaking, he wiped his forehead again, then grabbed the ends of the handkerchief and twisted it, squeezing out a lot of sweat.

"Okay, my God, it's the first time I've seen a magic circle like this, and he can still use it." Mr. Priest held his waist and withdrew from the circle, obviously just a person in middle age, but at this moment, Marin looked at him as if he was in his old age, and every second was counting down his own life in a physical way.

"I, I've checked." Sheldon looked embarrassed.

Ma Lin was blessed to his soul at this time, and said an elegant and vulgar truth: "This sentence is often said by authors who have typos in the manuscript but can't find it." ”

Rogan glanced at Marin: "I remember that you are also an author, is it okay to complain about your profession like this." ”

"Take the footsteps." Marin read it in a row, and then dropped a confused Logan: "Mr. Priest, can the circle be activated again?" ”

"No problem, Sheldon, you come." After the assistant priest finished speaking, he took a few steps back, and told everyone present what duplicity was with facts and actions.