Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Before actually leaving for the pier area to look for opportunities to act, Joyce made some inquires beforehand, but found no rewards for him and Hunter.

In this way, he went to the Fragrant Leaf Tree Bar with peace of mind. After all, "Flame Lion" Roy met here, maybe there may be new gains this time...

When they were about to open the door to enter, the wooden door was suddenly opened inside, and a man of short stature came out and almost bumped into each other.

Why is the plot the same as last time...Joyce was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the person, because he recognized this short boy as the one who bumped into him last time... I remember it was called Barron boy.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?" he asked.

The boy had dust on his face and a darker complexion. He raised his eyes and glanced at the two of Joyce, bowed and apologized and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now..."

"I accept your apology, but you haven't answered my question yet."

Joyce grabbed the boy who was trying to escape. He didn't mean to make things difficult for him. He wasn't that bored. He just felt that he had only been to this bar twice, and bumped into him twice. It was a kind of fate. .

"My friend, I invite the two of you to have a drink, and I have the right to apologize to you on Barron's behalf."

When the boy was at a loss, a tall man stepped out to save him.

Why does this person look familiar?

Joyce recognized it. The last time he came to the bar to inquire about information, there was a drunkard who yelled that he wanted to go to sea to become a pirate general, and invited him to come on board. It was the person in front of him, but today he was not drunk and put With a shaved beard, he looked a lot more refined.

How did the two of them get mixed up... and now the situation seems like he is a bully... Joyce thought helplessly, let go of his hand:

"Go."

The boy named Barron wanted to run away immediately, but was stopped by this aggrieved man.

"Wait, don't rush to go."

Then he turned his gaze to Joyce again:

"The two friends are adventurers?"

"So what?" Joyce said. He suddenly remembered that the bartender had introduced that this man was also an adventurer.

The former adventurer said enthusiastically: "Can you two take a moment to listen to me tell a story?"

As soon as the words fell, before Joyce could respond, there was laughter from the bar:

"Pablo, don't worry about that nosy business, come over and have a drink..."

"That's right, and there is no money to make, only a fool will help him..."

Joyce was noncommittal about these comments, and he asked aloud:

"Treasure story?"

The former adventurer known as Pablo shook his head, showing compassion in his expression:

"A story about freedom and justice."

It's quite philosophical... I'm not a professional adventurer, so I'm interested in listening to your story. Joyce was a little moved:

"Okay, let's talk while drinking."

Who knows, the former adventurer suggested: "Aren't you curious about what Barron is doing? Why don't we go to his house and take a look, in this way, maybe you will have a deeper understanding of my story."

Joyce looked up and down the thin little boy in front of him. His clothes were cheap and shabby, his face was ashen, and there was hope in his eyes. He then looked at the reformed former adventurer Pablo. He seemed to guess something in his heart, and finally agreed with him. suggestion.

"Let's go."

The boy Baron bowed deeply immediately: "Thank you, you are a good person."

Hearing a story makes him a good person, so this kind of person is too cheap... Joyce couldn't help sighing.

The former adventurer Pablo began to tell the story in a flat manner. The protagonist is the little boy leading the way.

"His name is Barron. He is fifteen years old. He is an orphan. He has a younger sister who is seven years younger, but he picked him up..."

Joyce couldn't hold back and interrupted: "He picked it up, he can't protect himself, how dare he pick up a younger girl?"

Pablo nodded heavily: "That's the fact. These two children hug each other to keep warm and depend on each other for life."

"Until one day, his sister was captured by a gangster, broke a leg, and was trained to beg. Barron started to ask for help everywhere, but he had no money."

"Until I met you, you wouldn't have known such details," Joyce said.

"You guessed it right." Pablo smiled: "I used to be an adventurer. Fortunately, my skills have not regressed too much. I helped Barron rescue his sister smoothly, but this child wants to enslave all the gangsters. Save all the children!"

Joyce turned to Barron, "Do you know those kids?"

"I don't know." Barron shook his head: "But Sally knows, she said that those children are as pitiful as him, some are blinded, some have disabled limbs, only eat a little food every day, and are sent to various places begging..."

"Sally is his sister's name," added former adventurer Pablo.

Joyce nodded to show that he knew, and then asked:

"But what does that have to do with you, you can't even take care of yourself and your sister."

Although this is not a child's fault, the reality of this world is so real and cruel, even if it is cold...

Barron lowered his head, and he rarely looked up, even when he was speaking:

"Sally told me she wanted those kids to be as free as she was."

Freedom...Joyce walked the rest of the journey in silence. Before reaching his destination, he asked the former adventurer Pablo:

"That's why you're willing to help this kid."

The latter twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I have no ability to help him. The boss of the gang is a very powerful and famous guy. I am not an opponent at all. I can only look for some people with a sense of justice like now." Come to fulfill his dream...By the way, you are the first adventurer who didn't directly refuse after hearing the story."

In front of him was a dilapidated building. It was said to be a building, but in fact it could only be regarded as a dangerous building. When it rained, there would be no dry place inside.

Even such a house is full of residents, most of them are women and children, but none of them is idle, they are all busy with their own work.

Seeing Joyce and others walking in, everyone subconsciously avoided a path, leaving space for a few people to step down, as if seeing a natural enemy in their eyes.

Baron walked towards a curtain with holes in it, and inside was a small bed. Sitting on the bed was a little girl with a sallow complexion, who was also emaciated, with her right leg drooping limply by the side of the bed. The wooden sticks in his hands are still doing manual work, as if he is making matches, and the speed does not seem to be slow.

She smiled and called out, "Brother."

Then he lowered his head and said cautiously, "Hello, three masters."