Witch Alchemist

"Good morning, Mr. Yilol!"

"Well, Mrs. Kaiwen!"

Another day, on the streets of the king.

Roy Huai hugs the black cat, followed by Leng Yan's maid Pulan Jie, leaving Ani Ya's housekeeping, ready to go out to shop.

There are many people who know him along the way. They have lived here for nearly a year and have unknowingly known neighbors and various characters.

They spent more than thirty minutes, took the carriage to the large market in the city center, and organized various materials that they recently needed, as well as a variety of strange treasures worthy of search.

The good things in it are still half a month in advance, or even a few months, which are valuable things from all parties in the world.

Although they are all vulgar things, they usually do not search for it. It is really easy to find.

On the way back, Royhon stepped into the Holy Light Church where Windsabel was located, and she saw that nun was busy.

"Mr. Yilol, why are you here?"

The nun's noodles were a little tired, and the voice seemed a little hoarse.

"Still distributing food? There seems to be more and more tramps in the city ..."

Roy's eyes turned around and found that among the people who came to receive food, except for those foreigners who came from afar, they had more decent scholas, seemed to be people of ordinary staff.

"This should be the citizen class ...

Why can't you even hold them? "

"Seeing that time is almost over winter, the" Environmental Protection Act "issued last time came into effect ...

More and more people are deducted and punished, and even the cooking is almost unavailable. "

"It's not just that, it seems that there are businessmen to lift the price of food ..."

Several churches answered.

"Well, how can I feel more and more sad this day?"

Roy glanced at it and found that the food published by the church really replaced it with cheaper black bread and potatoes. The porridge was so scarce that chopsticks could not stand.

Windsabel and others eat and drink are also these foods.

It seems that their economic situation is not very good.

Roy thought in his heart, donated the rest of the materials left by himself, comforted the nun, and left.

When I walked out of the door of the church, it happened that a group of people were carrying a slogan to march.

"Eight hours of work, eight hours of rest, eight hours entertainment!"

"Oppose children's workers, protect children!"

"Strive for female workers to live thirty years old!"

Most of those people are wearing thick cloth clothes, with tiredness on their faces, and many traces left by vicissitudes of life.

"It seems to be a worker in the factory area in front ..."

Roy moved slightly.

These people have endured a low wage and harsh working environment for a long time, and they were squeezed like slaves ...

Obviously it is almost the limit of patience.

The parade was full of anger, and the slogan rose one after another, echoing on the street.

On the other side, the gangsters and mixeds hired by the factory owners are watched watching the parade and preparing to intervene at any time.

The air is full of tension.

Roy stood at the entrance of the church, and stood by the faces of the demonstrations one after another. What I felt from it was all weak power ranging from 0.8 to 1 degree.

Such a mental force is like the fire of the stars, and it seems that it will go out as if the weakness is blowing.

Recently, he has been studying "soul science", and he is very familiar with all kinds of emotions, emotions, and power driven by this.

Although, the main part is the Rose Angel who "uses electricity" ...

But it is completely imagined that there must be some kind of deity or the like ...

It is based on this fierce love.

The power of those who do not have extraordinary people is mixed in it, but when everyone shouted the same slogan, was organized, and when he was with the enemy, he seemed to see it, and the spirit was fused after another.

The crowd seemed to ignite a fire.

That chubid fire seemed to be together to become a huge spirit of high!

"Is this not a" ritual "?"

Roy suddenly thought of many things.

Soon, a conflict broke out in front of the crowd.

There were many black gangsters who beat the parade unscrupulously.

The slogan was torn and the slogan was interrupted.

The leaders of the leader were beaten.

The scene was chaotic.

After all, people who lack of violence experience were still dispersed after all, and they just brewed, and the mental body up to the hundreds of hundreds of times was instantly disappeared.

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When Windsabel and others were alarmed, they rushed out, and I saw a wolf borrowing on the scene.

Several people died in this conflict, and the serious injuries were dying.

"Sir, how are you, hold on!"

In the world, Windsabel couldn't care about his safety and rushed forward.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"vomit……"

The seriously injured worker spit out a blood.

Windsabel tried to treat it, but could not do anything, and could only watch life passing in front of himself.

The kind nun can't help but show a confused and helpless expression.

"Lord ...

Please save these poor lambs! "

Windsabel prayed subconsciously.

She often hangs the lord of glorious, but from beginning to end, the Lord of Glorious has not attracted attention here.

There are no miracles or the gifts of the gods.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Windsorbell muttered to herself, full of confusion and distress.

Because of the existence of the four alliances...

We cannot interfere with this secular world at will!

Because strength and weakness are objective, and struggle is cruel.

It is not enough to succeed with passion alone, but also requires sufficient skills and strategies!

Roy saw it clearly from the side and shook his head.

Suddenly, he saw a gangster holding a bloody stick in his hand, and he seemed to be bloodthirsty and smashed it hard on Windsorbell's head.

Windsorbell was unaware of this.

Amid the screams of others, Roy stepped forward quickly, grabbed the stick, and broke the gangster's arm with his backhand.

"You are looking for death!"

Several people nearby saw it and rushed up.

But when they saw Roy's face clearly and the luxurious clothes on his body, they couldn't help but hesitate and stopped.

"Get lost!"

Roy glanced at them and said.

Several people were as if they were pardoned, and they didn't even care about their injured companions, and they ran away in a hurry.

Windsor Bell stood up with a confused look on her face: "Mr. Ilor, why are they so afraid of you?"

"According to the laws of the authorities, those who attack nobles will be sentenced to more than three years in prison or life imprisonment. If there are aggravating circumstances, they will be sentenced to hanging!

They are just thugs who come to make money, not real desperate criminals. Of course, they bully the weak and fear the strong."

Roy said to her with a smile on his face.

Windsor Bell was silent.

After a while, he said: "By the way, thank you for what happened just now!"

"You're welcome. There are chaos everywhere here. It's very dangerous...

You should go back quickly."

Roy waved his hand.