Michelle turned his head and glanced at the pursuers behind the carriage. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Washers have always been the fastest. It had only been about ten minutes since she had pushed Benjamin off the carriage and rolled down the hill that the men followed like predatory hyenas. Michelle turned back and could already see a team of people and horses on the mountain road in the distance, looming in the dust.

But...... At least they followed.

Thinking so, Michelle sat down in the front of the car, took out a white handkerchief, and began to wipe the dress off her face.

Freckles and the like, just a few more strokes to wipe them off. As for the glued eyelids, there was no convenient tool, she could only tear them directly. She doesn't feel any pain now, so it's okay.

After rubbing her eyelids open, she blinked several more times to make sure her eyelids were not torn and torn, before she pulled out the knocked-out front teeth from her pocket and reinstalled them.

Red-dyed and short-cut hair...... There was nothing she could do but let them hang limply on the side of her face like dead grass dried by the sun in autumn.

After doing all this, she touched her face again with her hand to make sure she didn't miss a piece.

"It's a bit of a hassle...... she said to herself as she said as she couldn't help herself.

Why did she have to do that?

At the moment of the enemy, maybe she should be more nervous than have the leisure to fiddle with her face. Speaking of which, she is not a person who loves beauty, but in the current scene, she still hopes that she can face her old friend as she is.

After all, this meeting, even for her after a long time, was a difficult new step.

But she didn't feel nervous.

- She couldn't feel anything anymore.

Looking back, the cleaners were one step closer to her, and Michelle could even make out their general appearances. Because of this, she saw that the pursuer at the head was not a knight, but a familiar face in red.

A hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and unpredictable joy and anger are hidden in the solidified wrinkles.

...... Bishop.

After a closer look, Michelle suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Are these people the only ones?

The two teams of cleansers, plus the bishop of St. Peter's Basilica, and the pursuers sent by the Church, were all there was to it? Michelle didn't understand why Benjamin Reeser showed such terrible strength on the day of the stake, but the Church paid so little attention.

They will pay for their contempt. She couldn't help but think.

But...... It wasn't the time when she could sit back and relax.

Estimating the distance between the cleaner and her, Michelle thought for a moment. Suddenly, she grabbed her left arm with her right hand and pulled it hard, ripping off her left forearm.

She took her left arm in her hand and looked at it indifferently. Then, she turned around and threw her left arm hard at the oncoming group of pursuers behind her.

In the dazzling afternoon sun, the shape of the left arm suddenly blurred, exploded, and turned into a piece of dirty blood that exuded a strange aura.

Under the influence of a large and eerie spiritual force, the dirty blood sprinkled in mid-air suddenly coalesced and came to the heads of the cleaners, and a brown and foul-smelling rain fell down in a dripping manner.

Seeing this, the cleaners could only stop their horses.

The bishop looked at the rain of blood and recited a few incantations. I saw a barrier of golden light blocking everyone's heads. The rain of blood hit the barrier, making a crackling sound like fried beans, and the holy light on the barrier flickered and dimmed.

But in the end, this rain of blood was stopped.

Seeing this, Michelle nodded in satisfaction. She turned back, waved her whip with her remaining right hand, and continued to drive the carriage down the mountain path.

The time that the left arm had delayed for her should be enough for her to lure her pursuers farther.

She didn't want to spend any more effort if she could, but the place was still too close to the hill where Benjamin had fallen. If the launderers catch up and don't find Benjamin in the wagon, they will certainly search nearby.

They'll find the kid.

The terrain of this area is familiar to Michelle. The hill where Benjamin rolled down was not high, but there was a hole in the bottom of the hillside. If Benjamin could roll all the way down the cave, he should be able to roll farther away. Don't be too lucky, you won't be killed.

But she couldn't take any chances.

The church was cautious, and she had to steer the cleansers farther away and mislead more in order to save Benjamin Reese's life.

In fact, if you think about it, the success rate of the entire program is only 12 out of 10. If the image of Benjamin being pushed off the carriage and rolling down the hill is seen, if these lackeys of the church don't follow her spiritual powers...... Even if the slightest mistake goes wrong, Benjamin Reese, the aristocratic boy with an unimaginable talent for magic, will die in this place today.

But she did it anyway.

It may be that she is used to walking on the tightrope, and thinking that this plan has a one-tenth success rate, she feels that she has a chance to win, so she dives into it headlong, and she doesn't bother to worry about other things.

Thinking of this, Michelle couldn't help but let out a few self-deprecating sneers.

That's probably why she's come this far.

When she kidnapped Benjamin for Grant Reeser months ago, she probably couldn't have imagined that after a few short months, she would go out of her way to save that kid's life.

Willingly?

Of course not reconciled.

...... Is it worth it?

It's not just worth it, it's just a big profit.

From the moment she turned around from the remnants of the "Soul Flame" and saw her body lying in a pool of blood, she figured this out - as long as it was something that made the church uncomfortable, as long as there was the slightest possibility of causing the church to fall, she was willing to fight everything to be the first straw on the camel's back.

This is her obsession, and it is also the curse she carries for the rest of her life.

Even if the result was not satisfactory, she still did not feel half regretful. She doesn't regret being a mage and going against the church, it's something she has to do. Although she hated words like "fate" and felt that they were all frustrating words that the church loved to say, she also had to admit that this was her fate, and she couldn't deny it.

She also doesn't regret chasing the relics of the "Soul Flame". She just didn't expect that the mage senior's personality was so strange and set up a thousand strange tests in the relic. She was unprepared and barely made it through two levels, but died on the third.

However, if she didn't pass those tests and get the inheritance, with her mediocre mage talent, subverting the church would just be a fool's dream.

Who can she blame?

She doesn't believe in the church's God's rhetoric, so she doesn't blame it on the unwarranted "divine will." She can only be blamed on herself, she is not talented enough, she is not smart enough, she is not strong enough. Therefore, after becoming a mage, she could only watch herself go down such a path, and then watch herself fall.

Talent...... What an unattainable thing.

Those who do not have it have pursued it desperately, but those who have it have never known how to cherish it.

Just like Benjamin Reese, he never realized what happened to him what a precious fortune it was.

She hated that kid.

Every time the nobleman summoned the water balloon in front of her, Michelle felt that her perception of magic had been completely turned upside down. Listening to Anne chant a spell, she learned the art of water polo, and in just a few months, she was able to summon a water balloon the size of half a king...... This growth rate is not even something that can be described by the word "monster".

Michelle hated it.

She hated, why didn't she have this talent? Even half of the talent would be enough to make her reach a higher level of magic, perhaps...... Maybe the church has been bulldozed by her.

It's a pity that despite the aura that the Church has added to her because of the unknown, she is just a mediocre mage.

is so mediocre that even if she does all her tricks, she can only become a stepping stone for those "geniuses" to climb upward.

Like she's doing right now.

How could she not hate Benjamin Reese? She began to regret why she had pushed the boy down with her hands instead of kicking him with her feet.

I hope that kid will give the church more trouble in the future.

With this in mind, Michelle turned his head and glanced at the pursuers behind him again.

After being hindered by Michelle's "left arm" for a while, they quickly chased after them again, getting closer and closer. At this moment, it was almost the limit of how far they could attack. More than thirty cleansers have also raised their swords, and the surrounding holy light has begun to respond to their call, and there is a tendency to gather.

Seeing this, Michelle nodded thoughtfully.

This distance, almost.

She's already led these people quite far, and there's no other point in leading them any further. She couldn't stay in this carriage any longer, otherwise the Holy Light Giant Sword would come over, and she didn't know what would happen to her current state.

So, after giving the horse a hard whip at the end, Michelle jumped out of the carriage. She rolled on the ground a few times, stood firm, and quickly stopped in front of the cleansers and the bishop.

And just like that, the carriage was behind her, and it ran away at a faster pace.

But the pursuers reined in front of her and stopped the pursuit.

Several of the washers looked anxiously at the van as it drifted away, as if they thought that the man they were looking for was in the wagon, and wanted to chase after it immediately. But the bishop stretched out his hand and signaled that they had to stop.

In fact, if they weren't behind the bishop, they might have seen the look of surprise on the bishop's face that he had never seen before.

"K, Christine?"

I saw that the bishop opened his mouth slightly in astonishment, as if his eyebrows had been nailed, and squeezed out the wrinkles on his forehead that trembled slightly. With a look of shock and dazedness, he looked at Michelle, who was standing not far in front of him, and spoke, and his usual calm voice was long gone.

Michelle looked at him with a lukewarm smile.

"I didn't expect us to meet again on this occasion. She rolled up her empty sleeve on her left, straightened her back, and said in her most skillful, nonchalant and somewhat sarcastic tone, "My dearest...... Uncle. ”