I take the witch with me to conquer the world

The carriage was moving slowly on the cobblestone street, and the friction between the wheels and the ground was particularly clear in the afternoon. Armand, wearing a neat butler's uniform and holding a long whip, drove the horse skillfully. Pedestrians on the roadside looked at the carriage sideways, their eyes full of curiosity and doubt, but as the curtain of the carriage fell, their curiosity dissipated and they continued their daily lives.

Inside the carriage, the decoration was luxurious yet elegant. Fang Sheng leaned against the soft seat, facing Desmond, and used words to ease his emotions: "You should also know who I am taking you to see. Don't be nervous. You just need to explain the massacre in the town. Remember, you don't need to exaggerate the situation. The white dragon will judge the rest on its own."

After hearing this, Desmond's eyes flashed with a hint of complex emotions. He looked straight at the black-haired, black-eyed boy in front of him, who seemed to be about the same age as himself. His fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the seat, as if seeking comfort in his mood.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we can avenge you, so there is no need to despair or suffer. Huang Huang will definitely pay the price for his actions." When saying this, Fang Sheng's eyes never left Desmond.

Desmond's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he responded to Fang Sheng with a nasal voice: "Hmm..." But then, his voice trembled a little: "Can I go back to the town to take a look? I want to pay tribute to everyone."

Fang Sheng was silent for a moment, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He was thinking about the possibility of Ziye and Desmond meeting, as well as the risks that might come with it. Finally, he shook his head slowly and advised: "There is another 'Seven Seats' in the town. I don't recommend you go there, so as not to alert Huanghun and let him know the situation, and the plan will fail..."

Fang Sheng's voice was filled with unquestionable seriousness. He added, "I guess you don't want the plan to fail and cause Huang Hun, the main culprit, to escape, right?" There was a strategic guidance in his words, as if he was trying to grasp Desmond's inner desire for revenge and make him give up that dangerous idea.

Then, the air in the carriage seemed to freeze, leaving only the slight sound of the wheels rolling over the cobblestone road. Fang Sheng sat there quietly, no longer asking questions. He was not interested in uncovering the scars on Desmond's heart. For Desmond, every memory now was another tear in his heart.

The mother who raised him alone, his childhood sweetheart, and the townspeople who helped him in difficult times, all disappeared forever with the massacre. Desmond's life went from a picture full of warmth and happiness to a dark shadow.

In the silence, Desmond's voice broke the peace. He called Fang Sheng's name softly: "Sir Julian...

"Ok?"

"Mr. Julian, I want revenge. I want revenge on the organization behind that guy." His eyes were wandering and his lips were trembling.

Fang Sheng frowned slightly as he noticed Desmond's abnormality. This fear, this trembling, seemed to seep out from deep within his bones. But this shouldn't happen to someone who only heard about the massacre, but rather someone who experienced the massacre in person and witnessed those cruel acts with his own eyes.

Fang Sheng subconsciously sat up straight, his eyes sharp. He remembered that Desmond was able to survive because he happened to go to the Church of Knowledge to return a book that day. When he returned to the town, facing the devastation, he chose to flee. But after entering the city, he saw his wanted poster, and he has been hiding since then.

"Mr. Desmond, please be patient. Can you tell me about that day?" Fang Sheng pressed down his right hand slightly, as if to calm Desmond's emotions.

Desmond's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed hard, as if the saliva contained all his fear and anxiety. He nodded gently, trying to calm himself down as much as possible so as not to affect Fang Sheng's hearing. At the same time, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the seat, and the subtle friction sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"I was in town that day..." The first words Desmond said caused waves in Fang Sheng's heart, but Fang Sheng's face did not show any emotional fluctuations. He just sat quietly and listened carefully.

Desmond's voice began to become hoarse as he described the horrific scene of that day: "I witnessed with my own eyes that guy massacring everyone in the town, leaving no one alive." His words were filled with powerlessness and despair, as if the scenes were replaying before his eyes again. "Whether women or children, old or young, they all died under his sword."

His description was very limited, but Fang Sheng, who had seen a lot, had already imagined the tragic scenes: screams, cries, and the sound of swords piercing flesh intertwined to form a symphony of horror. Blood stained the streets, corpses lay on the ground, and innocent lives were ruthlessly taken away.

“And after the massacre, he left without any hesitation or looting the town.”

Desmond explained, but his trembling voice still exposed his fear. The shadow of the massacre seemed to remain in his eyes, and those images lingered in his mind, becoming his eternal nightmare.

"Now you know how powerful that guy is, so how did you escape his slaughter?"

Fang Sheng's question made Desmond silent, his brows furrowed as he recalled how he had survived the bloody dusk after witnessing the massacre of the town.

Fang Sheng, who was sitting opposite, saw this and tensed his body slightly. He placed his right hand on his leg and secretly accumulated strength. Desmond's expression was very different from the information given by the church, which made Fang Sheng full of vigilance.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a teeth-grinding sound was heard, and the carriage shook slightly. The sudden vibration made Desmond lean forward, his eyes widened instantly, and a look of horror appeared on his face. Fang Sheng, who was as steady as a rock, subconsciously dodged to the side. Fortunately, Desmond stabilized himself in time to avoid a possible collision.

After sitting firmly, Desmond looked at Fang Sheng with an apologetic look on his face, wanting to say something to apologize. But at this moment, a pleasant male voice suddenly came from outside the carriage, breaking the current situation.

"The church's carriage? The emblem is covered up. Where are you going?" The voice was deep and attractive, very pleasant to hear. However, the voice made Desmond suddenly nervous. Fang Sheng could feel his heavy heartbeat like a drum.

In an instant, Fang Sheng's heart sank to the bottom.