A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

【Qing Qing Cool Cold Water】

[Rating: 5D]

[Materials required: Alchemy matrix*1, whiskey*1, tobacco*1]

[Description: The formula left by the detective (professional department) wizard. 】

[It needs to be taken orally. The user's willpower will be improved and they can be immune to mind control effects below C level for a short period of time. The effect time will decrease as the rating of the control effect increases. 】

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Martha is waiting.

She sat sideways by the window and looked out the window. The outside seemed calm as usual, and the breeze was gentle. This was the sea breeze blowing from the ocean, with a salty smell, just like usual.

She didn't know what she was waiting for, that person didn't say anything to her, just like those people, he didn't explain anything to her, didn't tell her anything, he just ordered her to do something.

Yes, why should I believe him? Is it because of what he said to himself? But it could also be a lie, because it is a lie, so no matter how true or sincere it is, it is okay. He can make it up at will, tell a lot of truths, and move himself and Martha. It moved everyone, but in the end he didn't need to do anything because it was all fake.

Only Martha is hurt, only Martha believes and expects it, but it doesn't matter, because no one cares about Martha, as long as she doesn't die, it doesn't matter how you lie to her, just like Treat a puppy tethered in the yard.

Nothing will happen... Martha thought.

There was nothing to support that person in fulfilling his promise. Martha thought, she didn't even know his name, so how could he do such troublesome things for herself? There was nothing to support Martha in believing in him, because Martha didn't know why?

Why does he want to help himself?

So no, no, no, it won’t happen...

Martha hugged her knees and buried her head in her legs. She thought: It won't happen, it won't happen, it won't happen, it won't happen, no one will come to save her, and there is absolutely no way for her to escape from here...

But she still held the small blue bottle in her hand tightly, and there was a faint cool breath exuding from the small bottle.

She was still listening to the window with her ears raised, thinking about how it was possible that nothing would happen; while catching even the smallest change as if praying.

She still had enough to eat yesterday, hoping to give herself a little more strength.

It is now 12:14 in the afternoon, and nothing has happened so far. There are only birdsong and the rustling of the wind outside the window, like the noise from a radio that cannot receive the signal, so Martha buried her head deeper.

Then she heard a ripple in the din.

She looked over and out the window in surprise.

She saw the servants in the manor suddenly dance. They put down their tools and danced together. They spun like crazy tops, while others rolled in the mud like walruses rolling on the beach.

She looked over in disbelief, and then she saw the gardener. He laughed loudly and overwhelmed the roses he had carefully cultivated, and waved his terrifying scissors. He said that the color of the roses was too light, so he cut them off. Bright red blood flowed out of his arm, dyeing the rose red in an instant.

Ah, that was the old woman who was in charge of cooking. She was mean and rude, and she was also going crazy at this time. She took off her top, and her fat fat danced wildly in the air.

And Hared and Freni! They went crazy too! They were smoking in the manor, but now they laughed loudly, and their laughter was trembling, like the shadow of black flames.

This is of course, because this is the carnival caused by the burning of eighteen tons of opium and heroin that the Toltec family has accumulated over several years!

This is the voluptuous God of Death, this is the fragrant and charming pus shed by the most beautiful rose of Lost Paradise after it rots. No one, no one can refuse this damn corrupt charm!

Including Martha!

She looked, looked, looked up, and saw her father and mother, but Martha's heart did not waver at all. She curiously asked her parents where have you been for so many years, but her father, whose face had become blurry, pointed Martha said kindly:

Martha, why are you crying?

Only then did Martha realize that she had shed tears. Oh, why was she crying? The tears were so sweet that it was like adding a whole can of the sweetest industrial frosting.

This is laughter, this is joy, not because the damn Toltec family is finally left behind, not because she can finally escape from this hellish place and regain her freedom, not even because of the rotten rose that makes everything Dopamine that living things can’t resist.

She was happy about something she had not experienced for a long time, that is, trusting a person without any basis, and this person actually fulfilled his promise.

She laughed so hard that she burst into tears. At this time, the evil wind also blew over, and the rotten breath wanted to drag Martha into the rotten lost paradise, but she was afraid of her tears and did not dare to get close.

At this time, the mother squatted down.

"Marta," she said, "Marta, don't think about anything."

Martha, run.

Martha, you are free.

Martha, you are in a dark forest now.

Martha, you've seen that glimmer.

Martha smiled and cried and nodded, so her mother gently stopped her neck and whispered softly in her ear, which was like a loud cry from the heart:

Martha, follow the will of your heart.

With a bang, Martha drank the blue liquid, and her father and mother disappeared in an instant.

……

She jumped from the second floor without wearing shoes. The family did not give her shoes to prevent her from escaping.

But it didn't matter, Martha was running. She felt like she was being lifted up by an invisible strong wind. Her legs seemed not to push herself to run but to grab the ground to prevent herself from flying into the air.

She instinctively wanted to look for the direction of Jin Street, but she suddenly realized that she didn't need to look for it at all. That was the direction the wind was blowing from, yes, that's where it was! Run against the wind!

Martha started running, and her mind had repeated this running countless times. She ran through the carnival crowd on the street, and her feet were worn out again, leaving a series of bloody footprints on the ground.

But it didn’t matter, Martha was still running, and the world became a blur of color in her eyes. She ran past the drunkards reveling, the singing crowd, the laughing workers, ah, and the animals. , the animals also joined the carnival, the sparrows in the sky fell down one after another, but the wild dogs wandering on the street seemed to be flying into the sky...

Ah, what are the singers saying?

"Come on, join us!"

"The lights are flickering and the flowers are psychedelic."

"Haha, dance tirelessly!"

"Look, how beautiful it is, this is the greatest gift of all in the world!"

No, thought Martha, no!

She has a place to go, which is outside this lost paradise. It is the sea, not the dirty water of St. Francis. The sea is blue and transparent, and the sea breeze blows like light silk. She can plunge into the sea. , breathing freely, she looked far into the distance, the sea reflected the whole world.

She should belong there, she does not belong to this forest, and she has reached an agreement with another person who does not belong to this forest. This agreement is not bound, and Martha knows what is supporting her.

That person fulfilled his promise and created such a lost paradise. He must also be confused and must not know what he is doing, right?

Yes, he must, he must be expecting something from himself, no, he doesn’t have to do anything, because what he expects is the same as what I do...

At this time, the Golden Street Pier had appeared in Martha's eyes. The wind blew out from here, as if viscous liquid was spurting out, and Martha's every step seemed to be being pulled.

But she quickened her pace, and she saw a person at the end of the pier.

By the way, what's his name?

Martha remembered that she didn't know his name yet.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Martha's speed is faster, faster, as if a child who wants to escape from the forest sees the sun-drenched lawn outside the forest.

She threw herself into Levi's arms.

"Brother..." she said.

good……