The warden who guards the witches

A refugee camp at the pond on the south side of the park.

Aiden leaned on a cane with one hand and pointed a gun at the beggar's back with the other hand, asking him to walk in front.

The beggar's face was covered in blood, he hung his head and groaned weakly, limping with one hand, and the hand hanging down was barely hanging the lantern with the fingers.

He acted this look according to Aiden's request, making him look like he had just been beaten enough to cripple him.

This also made them very conspicuous in this camp. With the help of the black magic of night vision and the sporadic firelight between the tents, Aiden could see the pairs of eyes between the tents, half fearful and half curious, both men and women, young and old.

Some of the faces looked harmless and pitiful. Aiden saw a middle-aged woman with coal dust all over her face, a broken pot on a brick stove, cooking something; a thin, wrinkled old man wearing thin clothes huddled on the hay in the tent and shivering; pale and skinny children gathered together, biting their fingers and staring at this side intently.

Of course, there were also many people who looked at him with wolf-like eyes that had not eaten for a long time. In this lawless place, there would probably be many gangsters like the one he met today. If he didn't bring a "victim" with him and a gun, he would probably not be able to suppress these people.

"If the people who just gave a speech saw what you are doing now, they would probably accuse you of violating human rights." The goddess of vengeance suddenly appeared beside Aiden and said in a joking tone.

"Criminals don't have many human rights." Aiden replied without changing his face.

"By the way, the scenery here is really in stark contrast to the outside... There are still people smoking scorpion cigarettes these days."

"Scorpion cigarettes?" Aiden asked, turning his head subconsciously to look back.

He and the goddess of vengeance share the senses of the body, and the goddess of vengeance can see what he sees. Just now, he glanced over and saw a refugee holding a scorpion, probably caught from under the stones and dead leaves in the grove, or from the flower bed.

Aiden thought that the man was going to eat the scorpion, but from what the goddess of vengeance said, this thing seemed to have other uses.

"It's used to replace recreational drugs, you know. The scorpion's poison is very strong, and a puff can make people high quickly. I have seen mercenaries who believe in me, when they can't get their favorite wine or drugs through channels, they will get some strange things to eat, poisonous insects, poisonous mushrooms... In short, things that can make people hallucinate, these are cheaper and easier to get." The goddess of vengeance replied, "This kind of thing should be very popular among these refugees."

This world actually has it too... Aiden thought.

"It is also easier to turn people into disabled people." Aiden added, "Scorpion venom is a neurotoxin. If it is ingested for a long time..."

"People who can't see the hope of survival are more likely to be attracted by this means of escaping reality. Even if reason tells them that they need a piece of bread to survive, they will think that a bottle of strong liquor that can temporarily get them out of despair is better, even if they may not wake up after drinking a bottle of liquor - they will even think that this is better. I said that people can't always stay rational." The goddess of vengeance grinned.

Aiden didn't want to observe the refugees around him anymore. Everything was so shocking. Although he was mentally prepared, it was still quite shocking to see it with his own eyes. There is not much room for morality and civilized order here. There is only one theme, which is survival. Everyone is struggling to survive, but they can't see the hope of survival in their eyes. They just live one day at a time.

The yellow tent described by the beggar soon appeared in front of him. As he said, the door was full of metal equipment and barely usable daily necessities. The curtain was closed, and the light of the oil lamp leaked from the gap. The ragpicker Tabers who lived in the tent seemed to have a relatively good condition in the refugee camp and could afford an oil lamp. Aiden saw that most of the tents were dark.

Aiden raised his foot and kicked the beggar in the back, kicking him directly into the tent.

Then Aiden heard the shouting inside: "You damn bug, what do you want to do in my tent...Oh my God!!"

The shouting turned into a scream halfway through, and the blood on the beggar's face obviously scared the other party.

Aiden lifted the curtain and walked in, showing the gun in his hand to the shocked tent owner.

"Good evening, Mr. Tabers, right? I have something to find you, so I asked him to lead the way. Please don't mind." Aiden greeted the other party calmly.

When Tabers saw the gun, he subconsciously raised his hand: "You, do you want money? I don't have much money..."

"Don't worry, I'm just asking a few questions. A few days ago, a gentleman who often walks his dog in the square came here to find you. There's such a thing-" Aiden asked. Suddenly he found that the beggar was crawling on the ground, trying to slip out of the tent from his feet, so he kicked him to the ground to prevent him from shouting, "Who said you can leave?"

But it was just a moment of sight diversion. Tabers, who was originally questioned by Aiden, turned and ran to the window of the tent, trying to jump out directly.

In a hurry, Aiden fired directly, and the bullet grazed Tabers' ear, but the other party didn't stop at all.

Aiden made a prompt decision and shot and injured the other party's leg.

Tabers fell to the ground and hugged his leg and wailed. Aiden aimed at him with a gun, and his eyes became sharp. At the same time, the goddess of vengeance appeared beside him and said: "This guy has a guilty conscience."

"Let me confirm that you didn't do anything." Aiden asked.

"Are you tired of doubting me about everything? Why should I interfere with you on such a matter?" The goddess of vengeance replied calmly.

"This is interesting." Aiden looked at Tabers.

People's first reaction can often reveal a lot of things. When Aiden came in with a gun, Tabers raised his hand and did not risk running away. He was still wondering if Aiden came to rob money, which showed that he was unlikely to be frightened by the gun and lose his mind.

But when Aiden asked about Professor Dodge, Tabers ran away desperately after just a moment of sight shift, even ignoring Aiden's warning shot.

What was there about the question just now that made him want to flee the scene at the first moment regardless of his life safety?

Tabers hugged his legs, and the blood soaked his trouser legs in just a short while. The shot seemed to have hit the artery.

After a short thought, Aiden made a decision.

He chanted the divine words in a low voice, commanding the surrounding things to return to the position he believed was in "order".

The messy room began to tidy up automatically, the blood on the trouser legs shrank rapidly, and the blood was returning to the wound. Finally, the bullet was removed from Tabers' wound and returned to Aiden's pistol. At this time, Tabers' leg was no longer bleeding.

Aiden watched this scene calmly. He had already experimented with it. The "return" divine words that had evolved to the intermediate level could already act on living things.