I played the world alone

Chapter 413 Ominous Omen ([-]-in-[-])

"I...does this count as success?"

Fryer couldn't believe that such a powerful magic could be learned so easily?
Obviously she didn't even know a few words before this, and she could only be busy worrying about her daily life every day. She could almost be said to be at the bottom of the pile.

But even she can learn it?

Apart from the strange and difficult-to-pronounce incantation, there seemed to be no difficulties or twists and turns in the whole process.

Unexpectedly simple.

"Does that mean everyone who can learn this spell can become a witch?" She was a little nervous.

"Of course not. It must be someone with a special physique, like you."

The witch smiled slightly.

"Have you ever felt something extra in your body? It's like some kind of special gas is flowing in your body..."

Fryer stabilized his flying posture, then closed his eyes and sensed it carefully.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, showing a somewhat magical expression of surprise.

"There seems to be a faint airflow slowly flowing inside my body! But when I fly, that airflow will slowly be consumed..."

"It's like there are less and less of them now..."

The next second, she suddenly screamed. The broom under her body suddenly lost its support, and she fell from the air in an instant!

"Boom!"

There was a heavy sound and it fell solidly.

Flair was so painful that he almost burst into tears. He felt as if he had broken several bones in his body, but he still endured it and did not cry out.

The voice of the witch came to my ears.

"This is also a must-learn lesson."

"That airflow is the magic power you use to cast magic. You must always pay attention to the consumption level, otherwise once the magic power is exhausted, the situation will be as bad as before."

"I can help you this time, but if I'm not here next time, your end may be even worse."

As he said that, Fryer suddenly felt a warmth appear on his body out of thin air, and then the severe pain slowly subsided, and the broken bones even began to heal slowly, and in the blink of an eye he was back to his original state.

"This... is this a miracle?!"

Fryer was horrified and couldn't believe that he could enjoy such a miracle despite his humble status. He couldn't help but kneel down immediately to thank him.

However, he was immediately rejected by the witch.

"This is not a miracle. Even if you work hard enough, you may learn this kind of magic in the future. You can use this power to save your sister, and you can also help other people..."

"As for your background, it's the least worth mentioning."

"Can I... really do it?" Flair was a little flattered.

"As long as you do what I say, it's okay." The witch smiled slightly and nodded in promise.

"Next, you need to practice continuously until you fully master this power. Although your total magic power is still very weak, you can slowly increase it as long as you practice more..."

Flair nodded heavily, full of expectations and excitement for the future.

The witch raised her head and looked outside casually: "You should practice now, I have something to go out to deal with. Pay attention to safety, I don't want to see a scarred guy when I come back..."

……

“Thanks for the food!”

"Thank you so much. With this food, my child can spend his birthday well..."

In front of a farmhouse, Simmons, wearing a black robe, smiled and accepted the family's thanks.

Although he only did some trivial things and gave them some extra food, they were very excited, as if they had been kissed by God.

"No need to thank me, this is a gift from God..."

Simmons waved his hand, said goodbye to the family and walked towards the next home.

This can be regarded as his irregular action. It can not only help these poor poor people, but also promote the faith of the church so that more people can experience the warmth.

Of course, it can also make him feel admired by others, giving him a subtle sense of vanity.

But it was different from before. Today he was a little preoccupied, so much so that he was a little absent-minded when accepting the thanks from those people. He was not as happy and calm as before.

"Witch...demon..."

"Is what she said true?"

His mind was filled with related things and he just couldn't wait to find out the truth.

Finally, after completing the distribution of all the food scheduled for today, his pace slowly slowed down, but instead of choosing to return to the church immediately as before, he decided to change direction.

Soon, I came to the door of an old dilapidated house. There was a lot of garbage that seemed to have been deliberately abandoned around it. It looked more like a garbage dump.

Although it seemed strange, he knew why.

Because this is the home of a filthy witch who was executed before!
Many people hate this and will deliberately vent their anger by throwing away garbage or other filthy objects.

Of course, there are also many people who don't believe what witches say, but are too angry to speak out.

Because anyone who dares to question this will be labeled accordingly, and may be treated similarly, and will no longer be able to live here.

"Mr. Simmons! Good afternoon!"

Passers-by saw him and immediately greeted him warmly and respectfully.

"Where did this family go?" Simmons responded politely, then pointed to the old house and asked.

The windows here are broken and the walls look crumbling. It must have been uninhabited for a long time.

"It's already moved."

The man recalled: "It seems that he left a few days after his daughter was burned to death."

"It's also because this place is often destroyed by those extreme guys, or maybe I don't want to stay in the place where my daughter was killed, so I chose to leave..."

His voice suddenly paused, and then he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, his expression immediately changed, and he waved his hands hurriedly.

"No, no, no, Mr. Simmons, please don't get me wrong. I mean that the evil witch deserves what she deserves, and her family must also be guilty of covering up..."

He stammered in his explanation, fearing that he would be thought to sympathize with the executed witch and be implicated.

Simmons understands the other person's mood.

After all, these days these remarks are very strict, and even if they are just a side note, they may be punished with similar charges.

In recent years, even if they are not witches, men have been burned to death for harboring crimes. One can imagine how afraid they are of this.

Seeing no one around, Simmons shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you don't need to say those words, I understand what you mean, and I won't report you."

"Rather, I really hope you can tell me about this family's situation." However, the other party was still hesitant and seemed to have deep taboos.

After all, at least on the surface, the church was responsible for burning witches, and the name was that they had soiled the authority of God.

Simmons persevered, and on the condition that he gave some money and promised never to disclose it to a third person, the other party finally revealed a little bit.

"I have met the daughter of this family often before. She has a cheerful and lively personality and often helps others. On the surface, she doesn't look like the evil witch they rumored to be at all..."

After chatting for a while, the other party made an excuse to leave, sweating profusely, but Simmons already got the answer he wanted.

Next, he visited several other similar places one after another.

Some have strong mouths and are unwilling to speak no matter how much he tries to persuade them, while others can't help but say something.

And the final result couldn't help but shock him.

At least half of the witches who were burned to death did not usually behave badly, and could even be said to be good people.

The reason why she was arrested as a witch is also very mysterious.

Some are just because they have been accused by others, some are because of rumors that they can fly, and some are because they collected some strange plants and cooked them...

Many of them were baseless reasons, but the people above were convinced of them and immediately arrested them without any intention of verifying them.

Then after some beatings, they all turned into terrible witches who knew evil magic and were sent to the execution rack.

This also made Simmons feel a little more worried.

Although he knew that there must be some confusion in it, he didn't expect that the proportion would be so high!
"God bless you……"

In the following time, he deliberately went around the nobles' residential area to see if he could find some clues here.

Although there are also some arrested "witches" among these upper-class people, the proportion is not large.

Although his visits in the name of the church were accepted by them, they kept silent about all matters in this regard and even prepared to see the guests off directly.

"excuse me."

Although Simmons had expected it, he was still slightly disappointed.

But just as he turned around to leave, he suddenly noticed something.

There are several different mice scurrying around quickly in the alley around the corner.

He subconsciously felt something was wrong, so he quickly walked over and took a look.

I actually saw two rats that were three times the normal size in the garbage pile, with a few fiery red stripes in their dark fur, munching on food scraps.

After seeing him coming, although he dodged for a while, he didn't seem to be very afraid of him. Instead, he suddenly raised his head and stared at him with his eyes, observing his every move.

It was horrifying to say that he actually saw the light of human wisdom in the eyes of these mice!

It was almost as if he was considered the next dish!
His hair suddenly stood up, and he felt a creeping fear, and subconsciously took a step back.

"what happened?"

Two soldiers happened to come over. Seeing him standing there frozen, looking like something was wrong, they couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

"There……"

Simmons immediately pointed to the two big rats as if asking for help.

However, when he looked again, there were no traces of mice there.

"Trash?" The soldier looked at him and didn't understand what he meant.

Simmons shook his head and hesitated for a moment before telling what he had just seen.

That was so weird that telling it would make people wonder if he was mentally disturbed.

"no, thank you."

He walked away slowly, taking a deep breath to calm his beating heart.

But on the way back to the church, he heard the farmers discussing some strange things.

"Have you heard? There seem to be a lot of strange bugs in the fields today!"

"Of course. I also saw it! The insect looked like a locust, but it was so big that it was probably almost as thick as my arm, and it also had many fiery red lines on its body..."

"I wanted to hit one with a hoe at that time. If I could catch it, I might even sell it for a good price!"

"As a result, the insect flew very fast, plunged into the wheat field and disappeared..."

"I heard that some people saw a big red snake...it's so scary..."

Simmons subconsciously stopped and looked back at the people carrying hoes who were walking away.

It seems that there are many people who have experienced similar things to me.

This made him feel nervous.

Because this is not a good sign no matter how you look at it, it's more like something bad is about to happen.

He quickened his pace and hurriedly returned to the church.

After confirming that there was nothing else going on and that the old priest had not returned yet, he opened the iron door of the basement again and sneaked in quietly.

Holding an oil lamp, I walked down the familiar dark and narrow passage. As soon as I entered the basement, I was immediately stunned by the scene in front of me.

What did he see!
That Friar is actually flying in the sky on a broomstick? !

The height of this basement is quite sufficient. The other party is currently controlling a height of about two meters above the ground. It is not too dangerous and there is more room for improvement above the head.

Just like a real witch, flying freely.

It's just that she didn't feel too calm at the moment. Instead, she tightened her face, bit her lips, and flew slowly, little by little, probably not much faster than a normal person walking.

But even so, it was enough to shock Simmons, who had never seen anything extraordinary.

He suddenly understood why the church did not allow witches to exist.

Because normally, only clergy who have been gifted by God are eligible to have this kind of privilege that is different from ordinary people.

But the witch can achieve this on her own strength...

Isn't this a deliberate provocation to the authority of the church?
Even if a witch claims that her power comes from God in order to convince the public, the consequences will be equally serious, because the God she talks about is obviously different from the god defined by the church, and she is competing for believers.

At this time, even if it is just to fight to the death for profit, it is normal.

The simplest thing is to say that the source of the witch's power is collusion with the devil, and sentence her to death.

But although he understood the reason, Simmons couldn't help but feel a little yearning when he looked at the other party's extraordinary figure.

He had believed in gods for so long and prayed sincerely every day, but he never received any response. He could only look forward to going to heaven after death.

And the other person was just an ordinary person even yesterday...

(End of this chapter)