Not a Witch

During the day he and a few hired hands were delivering deliveries, missed the payout, and didn't return to the distillery until then.

A leader of the winery gave him the part of the money that belonged to him, briefly explained why it was less than before, and then asked someone to bring the carriage in and prepare to close the door.

Bud was a little nervous, why the Nissos family always backtracked, but there were not many people in the winery at this time, and he didn't know who to complain to.

"Have you seen Gretel?" he asked a familiar employee.

"No, it seems that I didn't see the money after I sent it in the afternoon." The employee recalled and said casually, then shook the contaminated dust on his clothes and prepared to go back.

Bud asked two more people, and they said they didn't know, because they were not familiar with these people, so Bud had to give up.

He guessed that with Gretel's character, he should be very angry.

Forget it, it's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. With this thought, he plans to go back to rest first. After all, he has been running for a day and his body is very tired.

"It's disgusting. I didn't expect those guys to stand with the Nissos family."

The employee and Bud were on the road just now, and while they were on the road, he started talking about what happened today.

Bud also thinks that those people probably took the money from the Nissos family, but as long as this kind of thing is not caught on the spot, what can they do, it is not necessary to work in the winery for a living.

Can't think of any clues, Bud can only continue to walk on the dark street. This is the workshop and warehouse gathering place of Hopelander. There are no tourists, and there are no lights on the roadside. Only the lively music from a distance can be heard. .

For some reason, he walked slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether.

I'm a little worried about Gretel, because this friend's character is like that, and he can't tolerate sand and is more idealistic.

Let's go and see, it's not far anyway.

He turned around and walked to another intersection.

In the deep alley, it is very dark, and there is still a little water on the road. Fortunately, the ground is covered with stone floors, so that it will not be full of mud when you step on it.

These rough slates effectively prevent muddying, because the industry guild is still more concerned about the appearance of the city, and does not want to see mud rolling everywhere in the city, which is not only dirty, but also very troublesome to clean.

Bud walked quietly in the alley. He was familiar with this part of the road, and there were no obstacles.

Turn this alley to where Grete lives, which is not far from the winery.

There was dim light coming in from the dark alley, and there were several people talking outside.

"Aren't you very digging, why are you being honest now?"

A gruff voice, familiar and disgusting, came into Bud's ears, followed by a dull thump and a hoarse whimper.

He walked cautiously to the corner of the alley and stuck his head out in the shadows.

Under the dim light, the door of Grete's hut was opened, and seven or eight people surrounded the open space outside the door, and the surroundings were silent.

A man in the middle was kneeling on the ground, his hair pulled up and his body covered in blood and smudges. If it weren't for the familiar clothes, Bud wouldn't even recognize it as Gretel.

At this time, Gretel was no longer as handsome as he used to be. His face was covered with blood, snot, mud, and spit. His feet were even a little unnaturally twisted. Some thought he was still alive.

"You were very proud when you asked for money for that ugly monster before. Why don't you think about it, you will have today too."

Among the big men standing, the leader was Manda, the villain who robbed Bud of money before.

Some of them had sticks in their hands, others were carrying broken wine bottles with blood on them.

When Bud was about to rush out, one of the middle-aged men spoke up.

"If you want me to tell you, Gretel, you just don't know the seriousness, you can make a fuss once, and you want to do it a second time."

"Don't look at how much you weigh, now it's alright, Lord Felton is angry, and you won't use the winery in the future. Didn't you always say that the Nissos family is not good, and now it's with you. willing."

"You..." The bloody Gretel wanted to say something, but unfortunately there was blood in his throat and he couldn't speak.

The middle-aged man under the light was one of the leaders of the strike with Gretel before, as were the few next to him.

Seeing this astonishing scene, Bud knew that Gretel was betrayed, his heart began to sink, and he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

Yes, he didn't dare, everyone around Gretel betrayed him, how could he beat those strong men alone.

Fear spreads in his mind, and the scenes of being bullied and beaten in the past reappeared in his heart again. The laughter and sarcasm in those memories seemed to ring in his ears again. His legs were trembling, and his body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.

What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!What should I do!

He squeezed the soil between the slate tightly with his fingers, his heart was full of anxiety and his mind was in chaos.

[If one day your heart is too uncomfortable to hold on, you can imagine yourself as a stone without emotion, it will feel better. ]

For some reason, this sentence suddenly came to his mind.

Because of his ugliness, Bud was often looked down upon, and few people have shown special kindness to him since he was a child.

What impressed him deeply was the girl who helped him out of the siege at the restaurant, besides his good friend Grete.

In fact, he was very grateful for the girl's help, but unfortunately he didn't speak much, as if he was angry with others, he only left this sentence.

The lack of knowledge left him with few options, and he tried to imagine himself as a cold rock, without emotion, without fear, without shame, and without fear.

Slowly, slowly, the brain finally quieted down.

How can I save Gretel?

Hit, but can't hit.Find someone?It is difficult to find in a short period of time, and other people may not dare to stand up.

Thinking seems to be stuck, no, we have to change direction.

Just separate Gretel from them.

He turned back to the alley, ran away carefully, without making a sound, and after leaving a distance, he started to run with all his strength.

The sound of the night wind whistled in his ears, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped heavily, heading in the familiar direction.

After turning two streets and alleys, he rushed back to the brewery and kicked open the closed door. The old iron lock suddenly cracked and a small piece of wooden frame was torn off.

Regardless of the surprised, speechless employee on duty, he rushed over, picked up the lantern on the table, and rummaged around.

The oil can in the last corner came into view.

Holding the oiler in his arms, he was about to rush into the workshop, where there were many empty wine barrels and wooden structures.

"What are you doing, Bud!" The employee on duty tried to stop him.

"Go away! Or I'll kill you!" Bud roared with a grim face, shocking the hired worker.

After he went in, he poured oil on the barrels and debris, then turned on the lantern and lit it with candles.

boom--

The flames began to spread, and he felt that the burning was unpleasant. He grabbed the gauze next to him for filtering and threw it up. Then he pulled the fire cloth and quickly spread the flames throughout the workshop.

The monstrous flames ignited, and it was the dry season of autumn, and the fire expanded extremely fast.

As the scorching and suffocating heat wave came, the employees on duty did not dare to step forward, and could only shout, alarming other people around.

Bud watched the flames rise, rising more than ten meters high to illuminate the night sky, then put down the fire cloth ignited in his hand, and then turned and ran away.

Thick smoke rose along with the flames, and the choking smell spread in the air. People who were startled by the shouts began to look here. If the fire really started, it would not only be the brewery, but also several nearby workshops. also bad.

Most of this area is the property of the Nissos family. They immediately sent someone to wake up the employees who lived nearby, and a few people rode on their horses to report to the main family for help.

When Bud ran back, the people who tortured Gretel also saw the fire, and the sound of firefighting began not far away, and it was noisy.

Seeing that many figures began to appear in the alley, Manda and the others did not dare to continue beating Gretel blatantly.

"What should I do, boss, it won't work." One of the younger brothers asked, as there were more and more people around.

"Drag him into the house."

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His feet seemed to be filled with lead, his chest was panting like a broken bellows, and Bud ran back to the hut where Gretel lived again, only a pool of blood was left on the open space.

Some people around opened the door and ran out to put out the fire. This is a major event. If it is not fixed, the house here will be burned.

The sound when Gretel was beaten was much louder than this. The sound of struggle, abuse, begging for mercy, the beating continued for a long time, but it was always so quiet until the sound of firefighting in the distance.

Bud rushed into the small room, and there was no other group of people in the room, only Grete curled up in the corner covered in blood, breathing weakly.

"Sorry Gretel! I'm late, I'm a coward."

Seeing Gretel's miserable appearance, Bud burst into tears.

Sitting on the dusty ground with dried blood, Bud carefully leaned Gretel against the corner.

At this time, Grete's eyes were swollen and bloodied, and he couldn't open it. He seemed to want to say something, but he had no strength, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

Bud held his hand and called out his name, trying to cheer him up and take him to a nearby temple, but Gretel couldn't say a word.

Then Bud tried to pick up Gretel, but felt that Gretel had multiple fractures on his body, and there was an expression of extreme pain on his face, and he had to put it down again.

Tears flowed silently, and warm tears fell on Grete's wrist, splashing some water.

Gretel seemed to sense something, his fingers swiped in Bud's palm, and Bud looked at that finger carefully.

The weak fingers stroked very slowly, as if it was very laborious, stroke by stroke, conveying the last words.

'do not Cry. '

After the stroke, Gretel's wish was fulfilled, he slowly stopped breathing, his body cooled down, getting colder and colder, and no longer had the temperature of life.

On the other side of Hopelander, it is still immersed in the festive atmosphere. Even at night, many pavilions are still not closed. The smell of barbecue, orange lights, lively noise, and tourists shopping in the city center are flooded in the city center. Street alley.

"Lexi, don't rush home yet, there will be a show later." Lan Lier pulled Lacey to stop in front of a booth selling shells, with a black-haired and brown-skinned girl standing beside her.

"Well, there will be fireworks later."

"Don't say it, Ling Xin, there is no sense of expectation anymore." Lan Lier complained in a low voice.

As if he had noticed something, Roland Hill got up and looked at the sky in the distance.

"What's the matter, Lacey?"

"I still have something to think about. I'm afraid I can't watch the fireworks with you."

With blue transparent pupils hidden under the shadow of the hood, Loren Hill said softly goodbye to the two girls beside him, then turned to leave.

Ringtone looked thoughtfully at the direction Roland Hill left, when a friend's inquiry sounded beside him.

"What happened to the ringtone?"

"It's nothing, by the way, how did you know this Miss Lacey."

"It was introduced by Sister Tireira, when...she was..."