Marissa sat on the clock tower, shaking her dirty feet and watching the chaos of the street below. She loves nothing more than to see these adults panic and mess around. can not only take advantage of the chaos to spy on the enemy, but also facilitate the play of one of her specialties;

After looking at it for a while, Marisa leaped off the clock tower and expertly navigated the roofs and walls, arranging magic eyeliners for reconnaissance. After that, he ran to the most crowded street and blended into the crowd of refugees. After some movement from side to side, up and down his hands, there were several heavy money bags in the cloak, and his face bloomed with joy.

Passing a street corner, Marissa saw several heavily overloaded stone carts blocking almost half of the street in front of her. The already congested streets are impassable, making it even more chaotic. An old man stood next to the car, swearing at passers-by with his waist crossed.

Marissa recognized it at a glance as Carlisle Kerston, the rich man of the earth, who almost killed himself in the first place. But because of this, she got acquainted with the alternate husband No. 10. So he leaned over and hid by the wall to watch quietly.

I saw Commander Ding dragging several trucks that were so full that he couldn't move, and brutally punched and kicked the people who stood in his way, while cursing, "The poor ghosts give way to me, knowing the goods in the car, can I buy you how many lives?" ”

For such a bullying scene, everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and the nearby guards also turned a blind eye. This Keston is the big financier of the guards and the county government, so naturally no one will dare to lose their face.

Marisa was disgusted when she saw this, and her brow furrowed. She seized the opportunity to sneak over, slipped under the magic stone cart, and pasted a few small explosive runes on the chassis. Then run out of a safe distance and detonate it remotely.

With a few muffled sounds, several carriages were blown apart, and the goods and treasures inside were scattered all over the ground. When the crowd saw this, they came up and looted.

Keston hurriedly asked the family to step forward and even shoot at passers-by. But there were too many people to grab it—those goods were really valuable jewelry, crystals, mythril, and the like—and a few of them were quickly pushed down and overwhelmed by the crowd of 0 yuan buyers, trampled on by countless pairs of feet, and lost their breath.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a few dead family members and a few empty magic stone carts. Xston sat on the ground and cried, and no one paid any attention. The guards did not symbolically look around for traces of explosives until the people had dispersed. And the initiator has long since run away without a trace, laughing as he runs.

Marissa ran and her stomach began to growl. Looking left and right, I remember that there is a dessert shop on the corner of the commercial street, ready to go over and open a meat shop.

When I arrived, I found that the shop had long been closed, and the doors and windows were nailed with wooden planks. And it's not just this one, there is not even a single open shop left on the entire commercial street.

Marisa paced along the wall in frustration, wondering where to steal her next meal when a church came into view.

This is the largest county church in town, built right next to the bell tower, and it has long since been empty. The servants who claimed to be the Holy Light, who were supposed to be responsible for pacifying and relieving the people in the midst of the chaos, heard that the rebels had cracked down on the rogue clergy who had been abducted and had confiscated the Church's assets, and they had smeared oil on the soles of their feet with their belongings and slipped away faster than anyone else, and even the golden Titan statues in the chapel were pried away.

However, not all of them are gone. In front of the church, a large group of hungry street children was gathered. A young nun is leaning down to hand out snacks and sweets to the homeless children.

Years of famine and frequent wars have left many children without their loved ones and confined to the streets. In the past, Skar had formed a rebellion in the name of the beggar gang, and he was able to help some of these children. Now that he and his men had raised the banner of rebellion and become a rebel army, they could no longer come and go in the town at will, and the children and other wanderers were left alone.

Although the nun was dressed in a black robe and a hood, she could not hide her tall figure and extremely beautiful face. Especially those purple eyes, they are simply breathtakingly beautiful. The smile on his face when he gently stroked the top of the child's head was also like an angel.

Marisa watched from afar, and although she had seen too much of the hypocrisy of the clergy, and did not want to deal with the people of the church at all, she could not help but lick her lips when she saw the street children jumping happily and munching on colorful candy.

After all, taking advantage of people is not a dealing, right? Eventually, Marissa could not resist the temptation of sweets and crept towards the church door.

What she didn't notice was that between the cuffs and the white gloves, a metal arm reflecting the light was revealed.

……

Marisa was agitated and woke up. There were more than a dozen children lying beside him, all asleep. In front of it was an iron fence, dimly lit and damp walls, clearly a dungeon.

Looking at the flickering candle flame on the opposite wall, Marisa's first reaction was to be caught by someone from the government. Then I thought about it again, and began to carefully recall what had happened before:

A few hours ago, Marisa, who was in front of the church, was munching on candy while glancing at the nun next to her. Marissa had never seen her mother, and usually in the beggars and the rebels, she was basically a pile of men, and rarely came into contact with mature women, especially such beautiful;

The nuns kept picking up the children and kissing their dirty foreheads and faces. The chest she uses to hold her snacks is a delicate trap box that can conjure up all sorts of tricks. The nun took out and handed out the candy as if by magic, and the box seemed to be endless, causing the children to applaud and laugh with joy.

Marisa's attention was on the two large balls on the nun's chest, and she looked down at her chest as if it had been slashed by a knife, wondering when she would be able to look like that without magic.

As she ate, she suddenly found that the candy in her hand tasted like chewing runes, and if she looked closely at the bite marks, there were obvious traces of being decomposed and teleported by magic. On the candy box in the nun's hand, there were faint clear magic lines crossing, and her gestures were clearly guiding energy casting; It wasn't a trap box at all, it was a magic tool.

Marissa was taken aback, the Magic Federation and the Church were mortal enemies, and nuns would not normally use engineering magic tools. It was so wrong that the candy fell to the ground and she turned to run away, but it was too late.

The children on the side fell one by one, and Marisa's eyes were also black, and she passed out without taking two steps. The last memory was of the nun walking up on her long legs and leaning over to her with her hand.

……

Only then did Marissa realize that the other party had obviously drugged or duplicated the candy, and that she was able to wake up early thanks to a lucid rune sewn into her back-fitting clothes for safety.

Heavy footsteps were heard at the entrance, and Marissa quickly lay down and pretended to sleep. The nun arrives and brutally murders a sleeping child with a mechanical arm. In the flickering candle flame, the poor boy died without even humming.

The "nun" used magic to transfer the flesh and tendons to her legs, feet, and skin, and muttered, "Only the delicate skin of a child is worthy of my beauty, oh, my father is coming back, and I will greet him in the best condition." ”

Marissa covered her mouth tightly and did not dare to make a sound; This seemingly beautiful and gentle woman turned out to be a femme fatale who used a child's skin to restore her prosthetic skin and beauty.