There is still a lingering sweet smell in the air, which may be the last gift that Mrs. Michelle left for the world.
With the death of Mrs. Michelle, the protective shell of caramel syrup surrounding Effie also dissipated.
Ever since Effie realized that the person who was slowly aging was her beloved grandmother, she shed tears of sorrow.
As she watched Mrs. Michelle turn to ashes, Effie burst into tears in her soundproof caramel syrup protective shell, and pounded on the protective film hard, trying to get to Mrs. Michelle's side.
After the layer of caramel disappeared, Effie immediately ran to Ketchev's position downstairs.
"Grandma! Wow!!"
Effie grabbed Mrs. Michelle's broom and the clothes that were left, and buried her head in the clothes that Mrs. Michelle had just worn.
At this time, Ketchev didn't know what to say to comfort Effie. He could only hug the helpless and poor Effie with his remaining left arm and gently touch the top of Effie's head.
At this time, the girl can only cry for a while.
Effie felt something warm and furry at her feet and looked down.
That was Xiaoju, who came to the concert hall alone from home.
Xiaoju understood the grief in Effie's heart, so she tried to comfort and calm her down in her own way.
Effie squatted down and hugged Xiaoju in her arms. Her crystal tears fell on Xiaoju's bright orange hair.
There was also pain in Xiaoju's eyes, but she still tried hard to rub Effie's face, and stretched out her pink tongue to lick away the tears on Effie's face, as if to tell Effie, "It's okay, I'm here."
"Let's go. We shouldn't stay here for long."
A clear little boy's voice appeared in their ears.
This made Effie look around, but she found that there was nothing but ruins and no one else in sight.
Ketchev looked at Xiaoju meaningfully, while Xiaoju stared at the man who had brought disaster to this originally peaceful and happy family.
Xiaoju's eyes were cold, without any resentment, but with a hint of melancholy and helplessness.
Such a human-like look made Ketchlov realize that this fat orange cat was not simple.
Effie was trying to find the source of the little boy's voice with doubt, but Ketchev groaned in pain while covering his broken arm.
The medicine in the body had been suppressing the pain of the wound, but the medicine had slowly been consumed, and the pain came like a tide.
You have to know that there are many nerves at the connection of the arm, and Ketchev was injured first and then the arm was torn off. It was a blessing in disguise that he did not die from heavy blood loss.
Only at this moment did Effie notice that Ketchlov was covered with bruises. Before this, after Effie woke up, her attention was on Mrs. Michelle and she did not notice Ketchlov's injuries.
Ketchlov gritted his teeth and nodded to Effie.
Effie put Xiaoju down and let the human-like Xiaoju follow behind her, and then she helped Ketchlov return to his residence first.
The two people and the cat returned home under the cover of thick fog, and did not attract the attention of others along the way because of the thick fog.
Ketchlov was temporarily placed on the sofa in the hall, and then Effie filled a basin of hot water and wiped Ketchlov's body.
The wounds of varying sizes on his body were shocking, and the skin on many of the wounds was turned inside out, allowing the flesh and blood inside to be clearly seen.
"Bear with the pain."
Effie took a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Ketchlov's mouth, then began simple cleaning work.
Ketchev bit the piece of cloth tightly, and every time the hot towel wiped him, he shivered.
During the battle, he ignored the pain due to the large amount of adrenaline secreted, and now every wound stimulated his fragile nerves.
Ketchlov's face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he never said a word.
This big boy with a gentle heart understood that he couldn't let Effie feel guilty for his injury. After all, she was taking care of herself while suppressing her inner sadness.
Kochlov didn't understand how painful the loss of a loved one could be, but he still felt the same way as when his beloved pet dog was lost when he was a child.
Silence is the best comfort at this time.
Effie said nothing and silently wiped Kercherov's bruised body.
Although the potion provided by Mrs. Michelle earlier had provided basic recovery, the secondary damage suffered after taking the potion could not be healed by the potion.
Effie took out the needle and thread and sewed up Kercherov's wounds one by one. While sewing up these terrible wounds, she said,
"Kechlov, it seems that when I first met you, you were also so scarred."
Ketchev was stunned when he heard this, then nodded.
The two of them fell silent at the same time. Effie cut the thread used for suturing with scissors and then sighed.
She went to the medicine cabinet left by her grandmother and found a bottle of potion for healing injuries and restoring limbs.
This is the only bottle of medicine stored separately in the entire cabinet, and the exquisite glass bottle contains a liquid that looks like flowing gold.
It looks very beautiful under the candlelight.
It was a pity that neither of the people present had the heart to appreciate this bottle of beautifully crafted potion. Effie pulled out the stopper of the potion, diluted it according to the instructions on the formula, and fed it to Ketchlov.
She first helped the weak Ketchev up, and then let him lean on her.
The two people were pressed close together, able to clearly smell each other's scent and feel each other's heartbeat.
Although the current atmosphere was not ambiguous, it made the two people's hearts beat at the same frequency.
Effie took the cloth strip from Ketchlov's mouth and fed him spoonful by spoon.
After Ketchlov finished drinking the small bowl of diluted medicine, Effie was about to get up, but found that Ketchlov had fallen asleep.
Ketchev has been able to hold on to the present with his willpower despite having consumed all the energy in the battle. These are things he should not have to face at his age, but in order to protect the girl behind him, he stood up without hesitation.
Ketchev's physical strength had long reached its limit, and after drinking the potion, the string in his heart that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed.
Ketchev lay on Effie's thighs and snored softly, while Effie helplessly waited for the big boy who broke into her life to wake up.
A night passed, and Xiaoju was still making a fuss in the living room, running around and no one knew what she was doing.
But Effie fell asleep leaning on the sofa. When she woke up, she was covered with a thin blanket.
There was no sign of Ketchev, who was resting his head on her thighs. Effie stretched and yawned with her hand covering her mouth.
Ketchev came out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in his hand.
"Effie, you're awake."
Effie looked up and saw that Kercherov's originally empty right arm had grown again, but this time the new arm looked extremely white.
Ketchlov smiled and said,
"My new arm isn't very powerful yet, but I can still make you a bowl of cereal."
Irene smiled in response.
"That's good. At least it won't affect your life too much."
The two of them tacitly tried to avoid what happened yesterday and ate their cereal quietly.
"Oh, by the way, I found this cloth bag on the table, but I haven't had time to open it yet. Do you want to open it together and take a look?"
Ketchiv took out a cloth bag that looked to be wrapped haphazardly.
Inside was a copy of the pharmacy encyclopedia mentioned by Mrs. Michel, some gold marks, some commonly used medicines, and a crumpled letter.
Effie spread out the hastily folded piece of letter paper, which had twisted handwriting on it and a few strands of Xiaoju's cat hair mixed in.
The letter contained a very simple sentence:
"Leave Munihei."
At this time, Xiaoju was staring at Effie from the cat's bed, carefully observing Effie's reaction.
Effie frowned slightly and handed the letter to Ketchlov.
Ketchlov took it with his left hand, then looked at it, raised his head and asked Effie,
"I'll follow you."
Effie moved her lips, then put down the cereal in her hand and started packing her bags.
Seeing this, Ketchlov followed her. He didn't belong to this city anyway, so it didn't matter where he went.
The tail following behind him had long since stopped paying attention to himself because of the big trouble caused by the Cthulhu sect in recent days.
Effie quickly packed some clothes and finally stood beside the broom left by her grandmother, thinking about something.
"Take it with you, it will be useful."
The clear little boy's voice appeared again.
Effie picked up the broom in her hand and made up her mind to inherit her grandmother's will: to become an excellent witch.
The moment she gripped the broom tightly, Effie's mood changed.
From that simple girl, she has transformed into an adult who knows how to consider many aspects.
A subtle energy emanated from her body, and the dust in the house floated up, gathered into a small ball and flew out of the window.
“So, this is cleaning.”
Effie thought to herself.
Effie's trial was completed at this moment. What changed Effie's mood was not only her encounter with Ketchlov, but also the death of Mrs. Michelle, which made Effie grow mentally.
Ketchev's arrival brought color to Effie's dull life. He let her eat delicious Grato, took her to see the magnificent concert hall, and made her realize that there are so many magical powers in this world.
The departure of Mrs. Michelle symbolizes Effie's mental growth and her understanding of giving up and letting go.
Because only by looking forward can you truly have a beautiful heart.
Life is full of choices, and fate will not make things extreme alone. The two sides of fate are the essence of the witch trial.
Effie carried the small cloth bag and her clothes and said to Ketchlov,
"let's go."
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The incidents caused by the Cthulhu Cult have put both the mysterious Investigation Bureau and the public municipal agencies into a state of panic.
In the city of Munihei, hundreds of cases related to the mysterious side occurred in a short period of three days. Most of them were battles between the Cthulhu Sect and members of the Yellow Group.
"These damn pagans! They have absolutely no regard for the safety of civilians!"
Joe Butran said with gritted teeth in anger.
In the past few days, all the investigators under the Mysterious Investigation Bureau have been running around in a state of exhaustion. They are trying their best to stop or fight these active mysterious forces.
And just yesterday, there were incidents of investigators being defeated and killed. It was simply impossible for the investigators in the Muni Black Market to fight against these pagans who came from all over the world to participate in the Muni Black Music Festival.
After the last conversation with Fabia and obtaining agency authority and the underground headquarters being provoked, a telegram for help was immediately sent to the surrounding cities.
But for some reason, the telegram has not been found to this day.
Were they intercepted along the way? Or were the surrounding cities also in a state of panic
The answer to this question remains elusive.
If we were living in an age of advanced information, these would not be the difficulties that Jobtran would have to worry about.
It’s a pity that human technology at that time had not yet developed to that level. Although we had escaped from the primitive and barbaric life, information technology was still not perfect.
The invention of the wired telephone was indeed a groundbreaking product, but unfortunately the flaws of this product were too obvious, making it very easy for someone with ulterior motives to target it.
That is, as long as the telephone line connecting the two ends is disconnected, the phone will become a useless waste.
After confirming that the landline phone was no longer usable, Jobtran became anxious.
Joe Butran, who holds temporary agency power, is currently responsible for this role, but he has never been involved in such a troublesome case.
You have to know that no matter how calm Joe Butran is, no matter how scheming he is, there are only a few people he can use.
Fabia found the way he scratched his head funny, so she tapped him on the head.
"Don't panic, someone will come and take care of this matter soon. I think it would be best if he could handle this matter."
Fabia said with a grin.
After hearing this, Joe Butran thought about it thoughtfully, and then asked,
"Do we need to ask an investigator above Tiger level to take action?"
Fabia shook her head and pointed to the ceiling.
"This is a matter for the higher-ups, so naturally they should handle it themselves. Since these pagans are tearing each other apart and not following the rules, then we don't need to follow the rules either."
Fabia's words made Jobtran suddenly realize that he had been in a blind spot in his thinking before. He only cared about the pawns in the hands of the mysterious investigation bureau, but did not think of using secular power.
Then a middle-aged man in military uniform knocked on the door of the archive room where Fabia was.
He was wearing a neat light yellow military uniform with countless military rank badges on his shoulders and chest. Behind him were two bodyguards with imposing figures, also in military uniforms.
He stroked his mustache and waited patiently for the person inside to open the door for him.
Knocking on the door is a courtesy, but not opening the door actively is a dignity.
Because in the secular world, he is a man who can cause devastation to all lives with just a single order.
He is the iron-blooded chancellor with all the power in the world - Bismarck.