"Mom, here!" Andrew held Mu En's hand and squeezed into the crowd in front of the souvenir vendor with excitement on his face, "I want this~~"
Different from his son's excitement, the smile on Mu En's face was forced out - when your entire life is imprisoned and controlled by an entire group of werewolves, you will also be like this and distrust the environment you are in.
Mu En is already trying to adapt to a normal life. Remember, she still has a job as a teacher at Pai Siying's primary school.
But a group of children hungry for knowledge are completely different from a group of complex adults, right? Mu En now regrets agreeing to bring Andrew to the carnival. In such a mixed environment, Mu En does not feel safe at all!
"Don't worry." A young figure wearing a hood appeared from the shadow created by the crowd, and then immediately stepped into the shadow created by Mu En's body. It was Dora. This Novel was close to Mu En. "Sibella is patrolling. There won't be any trouble at the carnival this time. She is very committed to this goal. You and your son should enjoy and relax." one time."
It might be funny to say that a vampire brings a sense of security to a wizard, but it's the truth. Don't forget who killed the wolves that controlled Mu En and gave her freedom. It’s Mokavi, it’s Nofele, it’s everyone in Barton~
The expression on Mu En's face finally relaxed a little, but her body was still being pushed by the crowd. She did not have the physical advantages of Dora and Andrew and could not move a step in the crowded crowd.
"Andrew, go ahead~" Mu En pulled her son in front of her and let go, "Come back after buying it~"
"Yeah!!" Andrew had disappeared into the crowd.
Mu En lost the traction and was squeezed out of the crowd step by step, but she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Dora, are you still there?"
"Yes." In the shadow behind him, the hood flashed away, "Sibella wants us to protect every special guest who comes to the carnival, and you are one of them. Relax, I will always follow you."
Mu En was really relaxed. She turned sideways and looked around, and found a vendor selling barbecue. She leaned over and asked, "Are there any other special guests coming?"
"Director Darcy, the Inheritor." Dora replied, "With a mocking tone, he disguised himself as if the whole Barton knew him."
Mu En smiled, pinched two skewers of unknown barbecue and went back to where he was waiting for his son, "Is he here to play?"
"Who knew, Bumi followed him."
"Who else?"
"Several fallen angels from Mary's Church are here." Dora didn't seem to mind chatting with Mu En. "It was Jessica who brought some of the compatriots she rescued from the middle. Jessica said she wanted her compatriots to feel Barton's Atmosphere.”
"Pai Siying's carnival can already represent the atmosphere of Barton~" Mu En's mood improved.
"Of course, look at us~" Dora seemed to be in a good mood. What she meant was that a wizard was chatting with herself, a vampire, not to mention Sibella, who was floating through the air in a while - Sibella was a ghost! Don't forget this. Faith and culture are intertwined in Barton, and the Carnival is an occasion that can bring these people together. Of course it is representative!
"Jessica and the others don't need you to follow them."
"I won't follow." Dora also said simply, "I am the only one with wizard assistance now. The other vampires who protect the fallen angels are also causing trouble for them (soul restraint). It is better to let them have fun. Anyway, the vendors and entertainment facilities are The wizards under Sibella are in charge, so there won’t be any problems.”
"Thank you." Mu En's thanks were sincere, "Come over and accompany me in person."
"You should." Dora said bluntly, "You are also Zach's neighbor, so I should pay more attention to you."
"Haha, speaking of Zach, Grande is very lively this afternoon~" Mu En said with a smile, "A group of high school students are preparing for Reiput's dance in Grande."
Dora's response... was really funny, "Zach is Zach. While we are still struggling with the current situation, Toledo has already set his sights on the next generation."
"Yeah~"
The wizard and vampire sighed for a while and became quiet, waiting for Andrew's figure to emerge from the crowded crowd.
But time passed and Andrew did not appear.
Children are children. He is too easily attracted by new gadgets. He is no longer in front of the stall where he originally tried to buy something. He already holds a bunch of gadgets in his hands and is still moving to the new stall, looking for new souvenirs. His eagerness prevented him from noticing that there was no longer a crowd around him.
"Your stall is so shabby!" Andrew looked at the stall that was paved with an old sheet, and his eyes quickly swept through the utensils on the sheet, "What are these! I've never seen them before!"
The owner of the stall looked up at the souvenir held in Andrew's hand and said, "You won't sell it if you see it." Then he looked away, not knowing where he was looking.
"What is this?" Andrew nodded his chin to indicate a certain product.
The stall owner looked down and said, "Shackles." He looked away again.
"What's it for?" The child's curiosity.
The owner of the stall seemed a little impatient, but still answered the question, "If you want to punish someone, bring this to him so that he can't act randomly."
"Oh, they are torture tools!" Andrew blinked, "Are these all torture tools?"
"Yes!" The master's patience seemed to have run out, "Child, where are your parents? You shouldn't run around by yourself."
"Over there." Andrew just moved his head casually, "Why are you selling torture tools here?"
"Tsk." The owner of the stall became a little irritated and looked at Andrew's little face, "You are an Indian, aren't you? Didn't your parents tell you that you Indians are the lowly bottom! Slaves driven by others. ! This is your culture! Why can’t I sell torture tools here!”
Andrew was stunned for a moment, and then said, "No, I am not a slave, and I am not driven by anyone!" Please remember this sentence.
The child's voice has become gloomy - a certain nerve that should not be provoked has been triggered. The mother, Mu En, is not the only person who is shrouded in the shadow of the life in the wolf pack! Andrew stared at each other, "Indians are not slaves! Not now, not in the past, not in the future! Your accent is very strange, uncle, where are you from?"
"Go away, kid! I don't want to talk to you! Go find your parents!"
Andrew's hand holding the souvenir loosened, and the souvenir fell to the ground. "No, you didn't answer my question, uncle."
"*!" The stall owner glanced at this inexplicably serious child and began to pull his old sheets, as if he wanted to move the stall.
Something unusual happened at this moment.
The stall owner was trying to put away his goods. The dark red mantra held up the shackle that Andrew had asked about just now, opened and closed it fiercely, and clasped it in front of him in the surprised eyes of the stall owner!
Andrew had already stepped forward and stepped on the chest of the stall owner who had his hands and neck fixed at the same level, causing his body to lose balance and fall backwards. "I heard it, you are from the West, right?" Andrew, There was anger in his eyes, "You forced Sibella, who saved me and my mother, to death!"
"Witch, wizard..." The stall owner's eyes widened, and then he turned over violently. It was impossible for Andrew's weight to really suppress this adult, so when Andrew was briefly unbalanced and fell, the adult faced someone "Go quickly! There is a witch..."
Andrew didn't get up quickly, but the dark red spell he shot from his hand was very fast! On the old sheets that had not been put away, something that looked like a gag was pulled up by a spell, and it rushed directly towards the stall owner who was trying to shout, forcibly cutting off his voice and blocking his mouth!
Andrew stood up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and looked back at the still noisy crowd. No one noticed what was happening in this unpopular corner. Andrew walked towards the stall owner and looked at the other person's embarrassed face - his mouth was open and he was drooling uncontrollably. "Who is over there? Who do you want to remind?" Andrew asked.
Andrew did not wait for an answer. This child was not stupid enough to wait for the person who had gagged his mouth to answer the question. Therefore, Andrew looked in that direction—as the highlight of today's carnival, Mrs. Quinn's lifetime photos would be grandly displayed later. Collection Gallery.
"You want to destroy my grandmother's things!" Andrew's face was very gloomy. "You want to destroy my 'Quin', who can finally have a normal life!" Please remember this sentence.
Andrew looked down at the man struggling on the ground and kicked him in the face! He used all his strength to pour a dark red spell into the opponent's head!
died.
Andrew started walking towards the exhibition hall.
At the same time, the relaxation on Mu En's face finally disappeared, "Dora, help me find Andrew."
"kindness."
Dora disappeared in the shadows behind her.
five minutes later.
"Andrew killed someone!"
Along with the voice that was recalled in the shadow, Mu En's body shook, "Wha, what..."
"A street vendor we didn't know was selling torture tools over there, and he was trapped in the torture tools and killed by Andrew! The soul that reappeared after death has been dragged into hell by the hell dog. In addition to knowing that there was a conflict with Andrew, what are we doing now? Why! It may be those scum who deliberately ruined the carnival! Sibella has gone! You should find your husband! Don’t worry, we will give Andrew to you!"
Mu En's eyes locked on the nearest public phone and rushed over.
Dora pulled Mu En's shadow and disappeared again into the crowd who had not realized what happened in the carnival. However, Dora's direction was not towards the exhibition hall, but in the completely opposite direction.
Until the two shadows controlled by Nophele overlap -
Bumi's voice said, "What are you doing? Do you want to change?"
Dora's voice said, "Stop being so nagging, take this North District Police Chief out of here! Now!"
"what… "
"Andrew killed someone!" Dora looked up in her hood, and Jessica led several fallen angels across the sky towards the exhibition hall, not forgetting to say, "Three, no, four, Not five, six, seven..." Flying away.
Dora's face was completely black no longer needing to be shrouded in shadow, and without looking at Bumi, she said, "Get Darcy away!" pulling the black shadow to catch up with the fallen angel who was running away.
Darcy, Darcy was pressing his cap and mouth, tasting the kebabs that he didn’t even know what they were, “It tastes good.” Darcy nodded to the diners next to him, as if looking for a sense of recognition, “I First time eating Indian style food.”
The diner next to him glanced at Darcy, his sight blocked by his peaked cap, but it did not affect the passerby's speechless words, "Uncle, aren't you illiterate? This is Republic BBQ, and the Indian stall is over there!".
"Oh." Darcy's face looked embarrassed, but no one saw it. Darcy silently backed away from Gonghe's barbecue stall, looked around, and saw an increasingly obvious crowd in front of him, so he stepped up to go over there and take a look...
"It's time for you to go home."
Darcy was startled by the sudden appearance of the hooded man behind him, "You..."
"Bumi Nofil." Bumi introduced himself, although it was a bit redundant. "Your cross-dressing trip is over, Mr. Director." Bumi controlled Darcy's body and forced it to move.
"Hey! What are you doing..." Darcy's resistance failed to be implemented properly. A miserable howl erupted from the place where he just thought it was a crowd of people. "Ah--" In the sharp cry, the flow of people became intense in an instant. Darcy's words also changed to, "What happened over there?!"
Bumi actually didn't quite understand what happened, until this moment. A severed limb covered in bright red was thrown into the air and hung on a vendor's signboard. The crowd went crazy.
Bumi's face twitched twice, "This has happened, do you still want to stay here? Mr. Inheriter?"
"Take, take me away!!" Bumi no longer needed control, Darcy hugged Bumi's body. Bumi twitched his lips and said, "Well, you are Barton's police chief, tsk." He was buried in the shadows.
Just when Darcy was reached by Bumi. Our Zach changed his clothes and asked about Sam's situation.
But when Sam was about to go in the direction indicated by the devil, Zach pulled Sam and said, "Forget it if you are not sure. Go and seal the exit of the carnival. No one can leave here."
"Why?"
Zach looked at the scene as if it were in a vulgar violent movie, "Because there is no way to deal with this scene that can be accepted by human society. There are too many witnesses and too many uncertainties. I want to use vampires and Toledo's method."
"Okay!" Sam confirmed his target before leaving, "Seal the entire area?"
"Yes!" Zach took a step forward, heading towards the location guided by the devil.
At the entrance of the exhibition hall, Andrew was bathed in blood. The curses around him pulled and tossed the broken limbs that he didn't know whose they belonged to, and the innocent people who were not broken but could only scream helplessly.
"What are you doing, Andrew?" Zach brushed aside the wizards Nophele and Sibella belonged to.
"Preserve my bloodline, maintain my surname." Andrew looked into Zach's red eyes, "I am a free Indian, and I am the great-grandson of Quinn. I will not allow anyone to insult my Indian identity. I also don't allow anyone to insult my 'Quin'." As he spoke, the curse tore at the passers-by who were not dead yet, and blood was shed. "Everyone who tries to humiliate my existence must die!"
The red eyes of enchantment were flashing, and the focus of two false memories replacing the real memories had appeared. Zach said calmly, "Who insulted your identity as a free Indian? And who insulted your 'Quinn' ?”
"The man who set up the stall! He said I was a driven slave!" Let everyone remember the two sentences, "I'm not! The werewolves who tried to control me are dead! My mother and I are both Be free!" This is the first sentence, what it really looks like in the mind of a young child, Andrew, "And these people! They want to destroy Quinn's great-grandmother's things! They want 'Quinn' to disappear! They want to make 'Quinn' disappear! My identity as Andrew Quinn has disappeared! They want me to go back to the person I once was without a father and a surname!!" This is the second sentence, the true appearance in Andrew's mind.
Social and cultural malice issues? No, this is a private matter, a monster created by the twisted psychological and social issues of a young child.
Zach spoke, "You did a good job. Now these two types of people have been eliminated by you, and your life is now clear."
The dark red spell surrounding Andrew disappeared, and the severed limb fell. Andrew stood there for a while, with a smile on his bright red face, "Mother, my souvenir is still over there, let's go get it~" Run He turned to Mu En, who was standing aside.
Zach: "Go to the exit, Pochi is waiting for you." (To be continued)