You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"When I followed Maria back home." Prometheus said softly, opening the shroud, "I saw that she had been collecting seeds."

"I asked what she was doing." The girl said with a smile, looking at the dead man's face, "She said she wanted to commemorate a dead friend."

"So this time it's the two of you conspiring to plot against me." Doctor John straightened the cloth covering his mouth.

"No." The girl shook her head, "I just told her that you have the ability to solve this matter, but I'm afraid you need to give it a push."

"Then it was all planned by her, including telling the location of the corpse and getting you to agree to steal it." The girl said with a smile, "and calling everyone to see you for an autopsy."

"Except for reporting me as a wizard, there really aren't many occasions where people can come together." The girl said complacently.

Dr. John gave her a deep look.

"You're teaching the little girl bad," he rebuked harshly.

"She originally planned to create a miracle." The girl said softly, "Don't underestimate human beings."

Dr. John chose to keep his head down.

If he continued, he would definitely be pissed off by this woman.

With the corpse, it is not difficult for a doctor like him to determine the cause of death. He simply announced the result. The villagers had already bowed their heads to the miracle he performed, so they showed an expression of enlightenment and prepared to go home.

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only the girl standing there, fiddling with the hem of her clothes uneasily.

"Sorry." Maria lowered her head and said softly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Do you know that deceiving saints will go to hell." The girl leaned down and asked with a malicious smile. Doctor John felt that this guy's wickedness was completely hopeless.

"I do." Maria said softly, "I do, thank you." She said softly, raising her face, her eyes filled with tears, "Thank you, sorry, I did lie to you .”

Dr. John turned his head, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"So, why?" Doctor John couldn't help asking, "If this guy lied to you, wouldn't you be going to lose your head?" Doctor John pointed to the girl with purple eyes.

And this guy was humming while looking at the sky as if nothing had happened.

"No, even if you are not a saint, I reported you. I can wait for the next opportunity until someone is stronger than the priest and the count." Maria said softly, "Or wait for the spring of the next year. "

"I have another way," she said.

"So who was the last person who told you that you can get the answer by examining the corpse?" Doctor John couldn't help asking.

"It's a witch," Maria said honestly, "but I don't think she's a witch."

"She's Lily."

Maria's parents died of the plague when she was very young, and Maria didn't even remember what they looked like. She was raised by her uncle, who had a daughter named Lily.

Lily is a strange girl, she has a pair of big and transparent eyes, and she seems to be thinking about something all the time. Maria didn't care about Lily at first, because Lily lived in seclusion and was not a good playmate.

It can even be said to be a weird girl, because she often picks up some animal carcasses, puts them at home, and shreds them.

"Lily is a witch," someone said to Maria.

Maria felt the same way, Lily's spirit was absolutely abnormal.

However, when Maria was 12 years old, she went into the mountains to herd sheep and lost her way. She snuggled up with the sheep, worrying that if the famished wolves found them, they would all die.

Then when she woke up, she found a young girl sitting beside her, carefully counting the trees for sheep.

"Lily?" Maria asked in surprise.

"Ah, it's me." Lily said calmly, "You're awake, then let's go home."

"How do you get home?" Maria asked.

"The sun will be in the south at the mid-heaven, and the side with more leaves on the trees is also the south." Lily said, "The stars at night can also tell us the direction."

"How did you find me?" Maria asked.

"According to your habits, and people tend to walk in a circle when it's dark, we found it." Lily said with a smile, patting the snow on her body, "Then let's go."

"Where did you know all this?" Maria couldn't help asking.

"Some are from the old people in the village, and some are from church books." Lily said with a smile, stroking Maria's head, "I asked you if you want to study, but you ran away."

"I won't run away from now on." Maria said vowedly.

Lily took her hand, and the two of them walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. There were foxes digging holes. Lily said that if there were foxes, it meant that there were no wolves nearby.

"When a wolf comes to a new territory, it will kill all the small predators first." Lily said with a smile.

Maria turned her head and looked at Lily's profile, her short and upturned nose, her freckles, and her pale glass-bead eyes.

The extraordinarily warm sunshine in winter poured down in large swaths, making this girl look holy and translucent.

Like her name.

Lily, lily, lily.

Maria and Lily became friends from then on, and her taciturn uncle died not long after.

The winter of that year was extremely cold.

Many people were frozen to death, and the animals also fell to the ground and died in this rare white disaster. The new priest said that there must be a witch making trouble.

The villagers all said that it was Lily.

Lily, who lives in seclusion all day long, is accompanied by dead corpses.

On the day Lily was hanged, Maria went to the town to sell wool carpets. When she came back, she saw something floating on the gallows on the hillside. above.

However, her legs suddenly went weak.

She hasn't seen it yet, but her intuition has already told her what it is, a thin and frail girl.

It's Lily.

The girl's pale dress fluttered in the wind.

People were stacking firewood to burn her body.

Maria felt that the blood in her whole body was flowing backwards, she chose to turn around and run, that was not Lily, as long as she didn't look at it, it was not Lily, but when she returned home.

It was found that the door of her house was open, like a big mouth that had lost its teeth.

Everything is gone, Lily's manuscript, uncle's books, and all savings.

This is an out-and-out robbery.

Lily has no parents, and she has no parents, and she has never heard of a witch who was executed was a powerful person, either a solitary widow, an orphan girl, or a helpless old woman .

People wanted them dead, so they became witches.

People have to ask in turn, why do you want to be caught.

Is there a God in the world? If so, please come out.

Please see what kind of world this is.

Maria stopped. She stood in the light snow for a long time, but she didn't shed any tears. She went to the village chief silently, saying that she should return some of her sheep to herself, and she still needs to live.

The village chief showed a distressed face, and finally gave her back a small portion of the flock, and warned him earnestly that this is something from the witch's house, so it's hard to say whether it will bring misfortune.

I am already very unlucky, Maria thought.

She returned home and tried her best to tidy up the room, but suddenly she saw a corner missing on a piece of floor, she carefully pried it up, and found that there was a stack of papers hidden inside, which was left by Lily.

About the law of white disasters in astrology and some other conjectures.

"If it is such a thing as teaching people, I have never cared about it," Lily wrote. "Some people think it is a kind of happiness to die at night as long as they get knowledge in the morning."

Maria began to record star charts from then on.

She is counting the time when the next white disaster will come.

Every time she went up to herd the sheep, she collected the seeds of the white lilies and stored them.

She's planning a miracle.

When the white disaster came in a certain year, someone sounded an alarm for the village, but they didn't know who it was. After the white disaster, Lily's tomb would be full of white lilies.

They must say, that's Lily.

Lily turned into an angel and returned to her hometown.

Blasphemy will go to hell, Maria knows it, but everyone regards the priest and the earl as gods, and if they are not gods, who can beat them.

But the gods couldn't wait for a long time, so Maria decided to create a miracle.

This is the girl's crazy idea. When she came out now, Doctor John couldn't help but feel a shudder.

Weak, humble and mediocre human beings.

Why are you always trying to covet the sky.

He also suddenly understood one thing, the smell of the devil he smelled may not really be the stench of those guys from hell, it may also be human beings.

Human beings are both devils and angels.

When Dr. John was about to leave the village the next day, he woke up the sleeping girl. She rubbed her eyes, but couldn't help coughing.

"Did you not cover the quilt at night?" Doctor John said dissatisfiedly, the girl with purple eyes sat up and coughed for a while, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go."

Two people walked out of the village, but Dr. John found that the crowd was flowing in one direction.

"What's that?" Doctor John couldn't help asking.

However, with his eyesight, he had already seen clearly.

It was a cemetery that was not buried in the church, and someone's remains were buried on the hillside outside the village, but it was clearly the middle of winter, but it was full of blooming white lilies.

It opened with vigor and vigor, and compared with the white snow, such presumptuous and flamboyant white, like crying at a funeral, like the elegy of a girl who will wither before it can bloom in the future.

Prometheus turned his head, covered his mouth and coughed inaudibly for a while, Doctor John remembered the power of this girl.

If there is anyone in the world who can bloom such a large and perfectly shaped white lily for that girl in the middle of winter.

There must be one of her.

This brilliant bright white lily blooms with awe, as if fed on bones and tears.

"Lily." Someone whispered the name.

Maria walked up, and she brushed away the blooming lilies, and saw the inscription on the tombstone by someone.

"Here lies the witch Lily, a white lily that never fades."

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