I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"Where did you send her?"

In the cell, Alicia couldn't help but ask as she watched Masali disappear completely before her eyes.

"Just let her go to a place where her knowledge can be put to full use." Xia Ya whispered softly.

"Do you know why she is here?"

"Because of being falsely accused of being a witch," Alicia said.

"not that simple."

Xia Ya pondered for a moment and continued.

“Decades ago, a man named Leeuwenhoek discovered the existence of microorganisms using a microscope he made, and later recorded and observed the blood flow in muscle fibers, bacteria, sperm, and capillaries.

He was the first person in the world to observe these things.

Although his discovery caused quite a stir in Europe, no one applied this knowledge in medical treatment.

However, it is different in the East.

A long time ago, Easterners actually knew that the use of boiling water and fire-roasted scalpels during surgery could increase the patient's survival rate.

However, at that time, people did not know the reason and explained it as some Yin Yang and Five Elements theories.

The Orientals verified what they observed under microscopes with their own medical skills, and derived the earliest systematic methods of disinfection and sterilization.

However, these technologies have never spread to Europe and Britannia.

This doctor named Marthalie communicated with doctors from the East and concluded that the plague was caused by bacteria invisible to the naked eye.

It is also recommended that local city officials strictly carry out bacterial disinfection and isolation, and strictly handle the corpses.

But apparently, in this benighted place, there is talk of such tiny, invisible microorganisms.

Apparently the monks thought it was some kind of evil witchcraft. "

This is also the reason why Charia wants to show Nightingale her family background.

In this era, it is difficult to promote new things without a decent family background as a foundation.

"These damn insects!" Alicia gritted her teeth and said, "Do they know how many people will die as a result of this!"

Xia Ya did not answer, but turned around and said.

"Let's go."

"Where to go now?"

"Look for the suicide note she mentioned." Xia Ya said, "If you promise something to others, you have to keep it, right?"

Alicia nodded.

Then, they quickly found the cell where Masali lived in the dungeon.

The environment here is very poor, and there is only some basic straw for insulation.

However, Xia still found a piece of folded straw paper stained with blood among the straws.

Xia Ya raised his hand, and a blue magic butterfly lay on the piece of paper, sniffed the blood for a while, and then flew out along the vent of the cell.

Xia Ya and Alicia looked at each other and followed the blue butterfly.

The butterfly swayed its wings and flew in the streets and alleys, looking for information related to the owner of the letter.

On the way, Xia Ya saw many doors painted with white crosses, and also saw some people who died directly on the streets and were being moved to a unified place on stretchers by plague doctors for treatment.

All the death they saw came rushing towards them like a tidal wave.

The boundaries between life and death have become blurred. Where is hell and where is the world?

Maybe even the God of Death can't tell the difference at this moment.

The butterfly flew out of the city, passed through the mountains and forests, crossed the river, entered a warehouse on a farm, and landed on the shoulders of a young man.

This young man looked not much younger than Arthur, probably around 123 years old, and was resting on a haystack.

His eyes were a little red and swollen from crying for too long.

He held a maple leaf in his hand and looked at it blankly.

"Is your name Gayward?"

The sudden sound from behind made Gaward, whose nerves were already tense, jump to his feet instantly and look at the source of the sound with a wary expression.

Then, I saw Char and Alicia.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are," Charia said. "What matters is what we bring."

He handed the bloody paper in his hand to Gaward.

"These are the last words your mother left for you."

Hearing them mention his mother, Gayward hurriedly took the letter from Char's hand.

The handwriting of the letter is very beautiful, but it was probably not handwritten by his mother, but dictated to someone else.

His mother was illiterate and the letters were somewhat colloquial.

My favorite son:

My child, my mother misses you so much, but I think she can’t get out.

People here told me that I will be executed tomorrow.

Sorry, my mother is too afraid of pain. They told me that as long as I signed a confession, I would suffer less.

By the time you receive this letter, I may no longer be alive.

Children and mothers don’t dare to think about it. It’s so cold here, it hurts so much, and I’m so scared.

Is there another world? Can I see your grandparents?

I heard the old man say that we have to walk a long way. What should we do? I am most afraid of the dark.

I really want to see you, my child.

Mom has saved some money over the years. There are two copies under the maple tree. One is for you to marry a wife. Remember to keep it.

It's getting cold, so remember to wear more clothes, don't stay up late, and have a full stomach.

From now on, you have to take care of yourself when you are alone.

I really want to go to Maple Leaf Forest with you again. Sitting on the grass and listening to you talk makes me very happy.

And if you can bury me, bury me closer to my grandparents. I am a little scared to be alone.

When he read this, Gayward's hand holding the letter trembled a little.

The straw paper gradually became stained with some water stains.

His voice was hoarse and choked.

"She is like a little princess, she usually speaks in a low voice, but only when I am sick, she will be brave and like a hero.

She is very afraid of being alone, has no sense of security, and is also particularly afraid of pain.”

Gayward half-knelt on the ground, clutching his aching heart. Tears were pouring out uncontrollably, and his chin was trembling.

"How painful it must be for her!"

Xia Ya said nothing.

Alicia's eyes were also a little red, perhaps, she also thought of her mother.

Gaward raised his head, with tears in his eyes. In addition to pain, there was also strong hatred.

"You said, is my mother really a witch?"

"There are no witches in this world." Xia Ya said quietly.

“If anything in this land is evil.

That is the dirty ambition of those in power. "

Xia Ya quietly looked at Gayward who was kneeling and crying, and suddenly said.

"Do you want revenge?"

Gaward slowly raised his head, with a hungry wolf-like desire in his tear-filled eyes.

Xia also raised his hand, and a gold-gilded card appeared in his hand. He handed the card to Gaward.

There was nothing written on the card, it was blank.

"When the time comes, some words will appear on the card." Xia Ya said.

"This is an invitation, it will guide you to a magic school.

There, you can learn things you never imagined.

You can have the power to take revenge. "

Hearing this, Gayward quickly took the card and held it tightly in his hand like a treasure.

"Aren't you afraid, is this some kind of devil's trap?" Xia Ya teased.

"As long as those people can be made to pay the due price."

Gaward raised his head, with a slightly ferocious expression on his tear-stained face, and said through gritted teeth.

"What's the point of making a deal with the devil?"

Looking at his expression, Xia Ya's eyelids closed slightly, but she said nothing more.

"When will the words appear on this card?"

"I don't know either, but it should be soon."

"Then you are also students of that school?" Gayward said.

"You will know when the time comes." Xia Ya whispered softly.

Seeing that he really couldn't ask anything useful, Gaward was a little discouraged, and then he asked again.

"Then what is the name of this school?"

"I can answer you." Xia Ya said with a smile.

"he is.

Hogwarts. "