211. The Night of Judgment (Part I)

Miss Angela carried Van on her back and walked into the village with Shirley. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The salty smell of seawater and fishy smell in the air may not seem like much to those who live by the sea, but it is a little unacceptable for those who are not used to it.

Miss Shirley covered her nose on the spot and stepped back, and Miss Angela couldn't help frowning.

"Well, that's why I hate the city by the sea, it stinks. "Even the people who were hiding on the girls' backs were awakened by the smell.

"If you wake up, you'll get off the girl!!" Shirley began, and immediately shut her mouth as the fishy air poured into it.

"But it's comfortable to stay here, and Angela doesn't feel tired."

"I don't have a problem. Miss Angela said calmly, as if she was not at all dissatisfied with Fan's progress.

"Look~~~~~," Fan said happily.

"That's a polite word, a polite word!!Don't take it seriously to me, you idiot, is the guy who lies on a girl's back still a man?!"

"Man??, but I'm a boy~~~~~ "Fan's face put on an innocent smile.

"You guy, there's no cure anymore......" The double ponytail has nothing to say, of course, the main thing is because the air quality in this place is so bad that even talking has become a kind of torture.

So, the three of them remained in this strange state and walked towards the most brightly lit central part of the village.

"What are those guys doing? Are they doing some kind of festival? I don't know if we can get food, but this kind of place is probably only fish, uh, I hate eating fish. ”

Because he had lived in a port city, he was able to resist the salty smell to some extent, he hid on the girl's back and gushed.

But no one answered his words, and the three of them quickly passed through the only passage in the small village to the center of the village.

There, countless torches were burning, and most of the inhabitants of the village gathered in this place.

At this moment, they watched the scene that was about to unfold with excitement, and even ignored the three small figures.

In the center of the crowd was a large pile of firewood, and at the top of the pile stood a wooden cross with a thin little girl who looked to be only 6 or 7 years old.

The little girl's face and body were covered in blood, and her body was fixed to the cross, her head tilted to one side, and she did not know if she was dead or had fainted.

It seems to be the highest-ranking middle-aged man in the village, holding a torch in his hand, standing in front of the firewood pile. He was about to throw the torch in his hand on the firewood.

All around, onlookers were shouting frantically, venting their desires.

"Village Chief, please burn this demon daughter to death, and don't let her venom plague our village!!"

"It must be because of her that my cattle are sick, what a vicious curse, she is the cause of all this. ”

"What a filthy black hair and black eyes, this is the color of the devil, I have seen such a thing, God, please forgive your believers. ”

Some malevolent men said, "The demon must be completely exposed to the divine flames in order to completely purify the evil spirit, take off her clothes!!"

"I don't know if the demon's body is different from that of humans, and if there are any weaknesses, I have to look at it carefully. ”

Under the light of the fire, the shadows of the crowd distorted and mixed together, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

The jumbled whining and cursing came and went, and all the malice was directed at the little girl who was tied to the cross.

Along with malice came all sorts of projectiles, hard things that mercilessly smashed on the little girl's body, and the cloak that wrapped the little girl's body was already soaked in blood.

The middle-aged man with a high status held a torch and stood in front of the firewood, and under his signal, the surroundings gradually quieted down.

"All this is for the prosperity of the village (and my status)......" As if to cheer himself up, the middle-aged man as the village chief silently made up his mind, he faced the surrounding villagers, solemnly and loudly said: "In order to maintain the glory of God, we now begin to judge this evil witch." ”

"Burn her, burn her, burn her......" the villagers burst with great enthusiasm.

"It's ...... Witch Trial?How could this be?Obviously there was no priest present, could it be the spontaneous behavior of the villagers?"Shirley, who is a magical girl herself, is particularly sensitive to this kind of thing.

"Here...... There is no justice. Miss Angela's eyes narrowed.

But there was one man who was quicker than her.

Angela suddenly found herself empty.

The boy who had been lying behind him disappeared abruptly, and the sword at his waist was empty.

The next moment, Fan showed himself in different places.

He appeared above the village chief who was holding the torch aloft.

Holding the sword belonging to Angela high in his hand, Fan connected the scabbard like this, borrowed the gravitational force of the fall from the sky, and viciously smashed the head of the middle-aged man with the scabbard.

"Smack".

I always felt that it was like the sound of a watermelon bursting.

The watermelon juice splashed out, and the poor village chief fell in disarray, and the torch fell on his own body, almost igniting the man's clothes, but the next moment the torch was kicked off by Fan.

Whoever holds up the blood-stained scabbard stands proudly beside the unfortunate ghost who has fallen to the ground.

Around...... There was silence.

A lofty smile hung on Fan's face, the kind the villagers had seen from the faces of the aristocratic lords who occasionally passed by.

Coupled with that set of exquisite, luxurious costumes that are completely different from those of these villagers, Fan's identity is almost clear at a glance.

However, none of this was enough to deter the villagers who had become a little berserk because of the witch trial, and what really calmed them down was the scene when Fan suddenly appeared in the sky above the middle-aged man.

The magic-like way of appearing is the root cause of the peace and quiet of these villagers.

Even though she is called a witch, the little girl who can't move and the suspected nobleman with mysterious powers are completely different from the deterrent power of the two.

The villagers did not dare to gasp, a natural fear was born from their hearts, the fear of the strong, the fear of the nobles, the unconditional obedience to the superiors at the top of the food chain, this is a rule that is engraved in the blood of these villagers for generations.

"Untouchables, you're having a great time, how about I get some of it?" said Fan with a mocking smile on his face, tilting his head (which was not a deterrent at all for his height).

"This ...... This little young master ......" was knocked by Fan, and the poor worm who fell to the ground trembled and said, but he was interrupted by Fan halfway through speaking.

"Hah, little master, idiot who doesn't understand the rules, it seems that your blow just now hasn't opened your mind yet, call me master!!"

"Yes! Yes, sir!!" the middle-aged man said in a low voice, completely missing the solemn appearance he had had seen when he lit the fire.

"This lord, the most humble of Martin, would like to be your servant. The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice as he struggled to get up from the ground and salute Fan.

"Servant, you black and smelly dead pariah, you have to be measured even if you don't do your best!!" Fan stepped on the top of the middle-aged man's head and trampled the village elder who was struggling to get up: "I give you the honor of lying on the ground to meet me, who allowed you to raise your head!!"

Saying that, Fan mercilessly rubbed his foot on the middle-aged man's bleeding head...... (To be continued.) )