"Where did you send her?"

In the cell, looking at Marthalie who had completely dissipated in front of her eyes, Alicia couldn't help but ask.

"It's just that let her go to a place where her knowledge can be put to good use." Char muttered softly.

"Do you know why she's here?"

"Because he was falsely accused of being a witch." Alicia said.

"It's not that simple."

Char pondered for a moment and continued.

"Decades ago, a man named Leeuwenhoek discovered the existence of microorganisms with a microscope of his own making, and later recorded and observed blood flow in muscle fibers, bacteria, sperm, and microvessels.

He was the first in the world to observe these people.

Although his findings have made waves in Europe, no one has applied this knowledge to medical care.

In the East, though, it's different.

For a long time, the Orientals actually knew that in surgery, the use of boiling water, as well as the burning of a scalpel, could increase the survival rate of patients.

However, at that time, people did not know the reason for this, and explained it as some Yin and Yang Five Elements Theory.

The Oriental people verified those things observed under the microscope with their own medical skills, and derived the earliest systematic disinfection and sterilization methods.

However, these techniques did not spread to Europe or Britannia.

The doctor, Marsali, had spoken to doctors from the East and decided that the plague was caused by bacteria that were invisible to the human eye.

Local city officials are also advised to strictly disinfect and isolate bacteria, and to strictly dispose of corpses.

But apparently, in this place of ignorance, this small, invisible-looking microorganism is said.

Apparently recognized by the monks as some kind of evil witchcraft. ”

This is also the reason why Char wants to show Nightingale her family background.

In this era, without a decent family background as a foundation, it is difficult to promote new things.

"These damn worms!" Alicia gritted her teeth and said, "Do they know how many people will die!" ”

Char didn't answer, but turned around and said.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going now?"

"Look for the suicide note she said." Char said, "If you promise someone else, you have to do it, right?" ”

Alicia nodded.

Then, they quickly found the cell where Marthalie had lived in the dungeon.

The environment here is very poor, and only some basic straw is laid to keep warm.

However, Char still found a folded piece of blood-stained straw paper among the straws.

Char raised his hand, and an azure magic butterfly lay on the piece of papyrus, sniffing at the blood for a moment, and then flew out through the vent of the cell.

Char and Alicia glanced at each other, and followed the blue butterfly.

Butterflies flutter their wings and fly through the streets and alleys, searching for information related to the owner of the letter.

On the way, Char saw many gates painted with white crosses, and also saw some people who died directly in the streets, being carried to a unified place on a stretcher by the plague doctor for treatment.

All the death they saw came to them like a tidal wave.

The boundaries between life and death have become blurred, and where is hell and where is the world.

Maybe even the Grim Reaper can't tell the difference at the moment.

The butterfly flew out of the city, through the mountains, across the river, into a warehouse on a farm, and landed on the shoulders of a young man.

The boy looked not much younger than Arthur, probably about twelve or thirteen years old, and was resting against the haystack.

His dark circles were a little thick, as if he had been crying for too long, and his eyes were a little red and swollen.

He held a maple leaf in his hand and looked at it in a daze.

"Your name, isn't it Gayward?"

The sudden sound behind him made Gaiward, who was already very nervous, instantly rise to his feet and looked at the source of the sound with a wary face.

Then, I saw Char and Alicia.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are." Char said, "What matters is what we bring to the table. ”

He handed the bloody piece of paper in his hand to Gayward.

"These are your mother's last words for you."

Hearing them mention his mother, Gayward hurriedly took the letter from Char's hand.

The handwriting of the letter is beautiful, but it is believed that it was not handwritten by his mother, but dictated to someone else.

His mother was illiterate, and the sentences of the letters were somewhat colloquial.

My Favorite Son:

Child, mom misses you so much, but I think mom shouldn't be able to get out.

The people here told me that tomorrow, I was going to be executed.

I'm sorry, my mother was so afraid of the pain, they told me that as long as I signed the confession, I could suffer less.

By the time you receive this letter, I may no longer be alive.

Child, my mother can't even think about it, it's so cold here, it hurts, I'm so scared.

Is there another world, can I see your grandparents?

I heard the old man say that I have to walk a long way, what should I do, I am most afraid of the dark.

I really want to see you, my child.

Mom has saved some money over the years, and it is under that maple tree, there are two copies, one for you to marry a wife, remember to keep it.

It's going to be cold, remember to wear more clothes, don't stay up late, and eat a full stomach.

In the future, you have to take care of yourself by yourself.

I really want to go to the maple forest with you again, sit on the grass and listen to you, I'm very happy

And if you can bury me, bury me closer to my grandparents, I'm a little scared alone.

As he read this, Gayward's hand holding the letter trembled a little.

The straw paper was also gradually stained with some water stains.

His voice was hoarse and choked.

"She is like a little princess, she usually speaks in a low voice, and only when I am sick, she will be brave like a hero.

She is afraid of being lonely, she has no sense of security, and she is also very afraid of pain."

Gayward half-knelt on the ground, grasping his aching heart, tears uncontrollably surging, and his jaw trembling.

"How much she hurts!"

Char didn't speak.

And Alicia was also a little red-eyed, perhaps, she also remembered her mother.

Gaiward raised his head, and in his tearful eyes, there was a deep hatred in addition to the pain.

"You say, my mother, is it really a witch?"

"There are no witches in this world." Char said quietly.

"If anything, there's something evil in this land.

That is. The dirty ambitions of those in power. ”

Char quietly looked at Gai Ward, who was kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly, and suddenly spoke.

"Do you want revenge?"

Gaiward looked up slowly, tears in his eyes with a hungry wolf-like longing.

Char also raised his hand, and a gilded card appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Gayward.

Nothing was written on the card, it was blank.

"When the time comes, some words will appear on the card." Char said.

"It's an invitation that will lead you to a magic school.

There, you can learn things you can't imagine.

You can have. A force sufficient for revenge. ”

Hearing this, Gayward hurriedly took the card and held it in his hand like a treasure.

"Aren't you afraid, what kind of devil's trap is this?" Char teased.

"As long as you can make those people, pay the price they deserve."

Gaiward raised his head, his tear-stained face with a slightly hideous expression, and gritted his teeth.

"What's the point of making a deal with the devil?"

Looking at his expression, Char's eyelids narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

"When will this card show up?"

"I don't know, but it should be soon."

"Are you also students at that school?" Gaiward said.

"You'll know when the time comes." Char muttered softly.

Seeing that he really couldn't ask anything useful, Gayward was a little discouraged, and then he asked again.

"And what's the name of this school?"

"I can answer you." Char smiled lightly.

"He called.

Hogwarts. ”

(End of chapter)