There's something wrong with my chase

Thinking of this, Kazama moved his field of vision again, and he had enough time to observe just now.

Kazama turned from the street into a residential area.

Compared with the slums that Kazama had seen before, the living area here has obviously risen several levels.

Many mansions are luxurious and at the same time exude a simple and heavy feeling.

"The former residential area of ​​small and medium nobles..."

Based on the information obtained, Kazama made a judgment.

However, due to the development of industrialization and the rise of the capitalist class, most of the small and medium-sized nobles who relied on land have gone bankrupt and disappeared.

Although there are still many aristocrats in this residential area today, most of them are rich and wealthy businessmen who directly bought the mansions from the hands of the down-and-out nobles.

"The reshuffle caused by the change of the times..."

With a sigh, Kazama's observation field of view also directly transferred to this residential area.

Kazama is wandering and observing irregularly, while releasing his own inspiration.

Inspiration is indeed an illusory thing compared to spiritual power and magic power. It can be roughly regarded as a person's sixth sense, a premonition.

According to Kerubellos, those diviners with strong inspiration can vaguely predict the direction of future events without even divination.

Kazama's inspiration is not strong, but at least by relying on the Clow card, it can be regarded as stepping into the divination line. It is still useful to release inspiration through luck.

Kazama came to a mansion, which should belong to a down-and-out nobleman.

This is easy to judge, as can be seen from the small fountain in the courtyard that has been cracked and covered with moss.

Those wealthy businessmen who bought the mansion basically repaired the old and damaged parts of the mansion.

Through the window, Kazama looked at the little lady crying on the table above the attic, but his inspiration was touched.

Kazama stopped moving his vision, and turned his attention to this house.

After a while, Kazama, who had observed around the house, returned to the original point, his eyes lit up.

"This fulcrum is very good..."

Chapter 72 Void Spirit

A blond girl about fifteen or sixteen years old was crying on the desk.

Tears wet the letter paper on the table, and even the cuffs of the white gauze dress were soaked with tears.

After a while, the girl raised her head and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.However, those urgent teeth and bewildered eyes can still make people feel the girl's sense of despair.

The girl's name was Seele Ditley.

There is a noble title in the family, although she is down and out, she can also be called a noble lady.

She lived a carefree life.During the day, I will go to the studio to study. Although the teacher in the studio is not a world-renowned painter, he is quite well-known in this royal capital.After studying, you can either go home directly, or enjoy afternoon tea with your classmates who are also ladies.

But this carefree life was broken three days ago.

The reason is simple, she is going to be sent to become a monk by her family.

The location is far away from Wangdu, a monastery in the mountains.

This decision was sudden, and his parents, even his elder brother, who usually loves him very much, insisted on this decision.

This made the girl feel extremely confused.

Seele Ditley was not ignorant of what it was like to enter a monastery and become a nun, on the contrary she knew it very well.

When she participated in a group of ladies' outing activities before, she heard a lady talk about it in the chat.

The lady's sister is also a nun. When she visited her sister, she lived in the monastery for a few days, which can be regarded as experiencing the real life of a nun.

'A whole day, nothing but boredom. '

'This kind of boredom is not nothing to do, on the contrary, there are many things to do.For example, cleaning the entire monastery, mending all kinds of clothes. '

'Besides, the thing to do every day is to read. Believe me, it must be of no interest to you. There are a lot of theological books, and they are all old rules and regulations. You have to copy and recite them over and over again. , until it can be recited backwards. '

'Can you understand the kind of life that repeats the same thing every day?It was numb, hopeless, unable to see any future, just like a machine running day after day in a factory, it would not be able to stop until it was scrapped one day. '

"Abandon all your own thoughts and dedicate yourself to God. Please don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to blaspheme. On the contrary, I respect God. I can go to church every week, but I really can't live that kind of life. Kneeling in front of the gods day after day and praying all day. And then in this situation, feeling the ravages of time, until you become like those wrinkled grandmothers in the monastery."

"If you don't really want to dedicate yourself to God, if you still have visions for the future, if you still want to live in the secular world, ladies, don't think about becoming a nun."

Seeing the lady's expression of lingering fear, Seele Ditley immediately engraved these words deeply in her mind.

However, she never thought that there would be such a day, such bad luck would befall her.

Break away from the prosperity of the secular world, go to a monastery with nothing until you die of old age, is such a life your future?

"Why... why is it like this?"

Xi'er still doesn't understand why her family suddenly made such a decision for her.

Seele looked up, and she reached for the bookshelf and pulled out a book.

"Jane Eyre"

A novel by Charlotte Bronte and her favorite book.

The protagonist in the book, the orphan girl who has experienced ups and downs, is the object of her longing.

Jane Eyre's spirit of restlessness, reluctance to be humiliated, and courage to fight, and the desire and pursuit of freedom and happiness in the world make people yearn for.

No, I have to resist...

It is simply unacceptable to be forced to endure a life full of numbness and hopelessness that is not pursued by oneself.

But how should I resist?

This is exactly the place where the girl is desperate, not only because her family members suddenly changed their appearance, they indiscriminately sent her to the monastery forcibly without explaining the reason.It is because she is simply powerless to resist this fate.

Independence, means of earning a living, do you have it yourself?

Can draw?Will write some poetry....

"how is this possible..."

Seele Ditley lowered her head in despair, and a moment later she raised her head again, but at this moment she put her hands together in front of her chest, as if praying.

'God...'

'If you, God, can really hear and save the suffering, please don't let this kind of thing happen to me...'

After praying and opening her eyes, Seele Ditley felt a sense of absurdity in her heart.

Not to mention whether the gods really exist, or whether they can hear her inner calling.This time her bad luck is to be sent to serve the gods. Even if the gods knew about it, they would probably applaud her?

Just when Seele Ditley was thinking this way, an accident happened suddenly.

In the ink bottle with the lid off, a cloud of pitch-black ink suddenly floated before her eyes.

Under Seele Ditley's shocked eyes, the ink reached the top of the letter paper, and then splashed down, leaving a line of words on the paper.

Square and square, as if printed out by a printer.

"Maybe, I can help you and solve your troubles."

Seele Ditley was stunned, staring fixedly at the ink marks on the letter paper in front of her.

She felt that her mind was a little foggy at the moment

But that is not an illusion, the words on the letter paper do exist.

"god..."

Seele Ditley suddenly thought of something, stood up from the chair, and said:

"God really exists? Hear my cry?"

The letter paper was lifted and fell to the side. On the letter paper below, the ink adhered to it again:

"I am not a god..."

For Seele Ditley, this miracle happened again, the invisible force heard her echo and left a reply.

"You're not a god...then what are you?"

Subconsciously, Seele Dieteri blurted out.But she immediately regretted it.These words are too impolite, and if it is faced with the existence of performing this miracle, it is too blasphemy.

The paper was not lifted off this time, and after a while, the ink fell on the letter paper again.

"I am... the Spirit of nothingness"

"Void Spirit?" Seele Ditley muttered the title.

"Seele Ditley, I can help you out of your current predicament."

In reality, Kazama slowly opened his eyes and broke away from the observation state.

At this time, he mentally controlled the ink and left the last sentence on the letter paper:

"For this, you only need to pay a small price..."

Chapter 73 The fault lies in human greed

In reality, Kazama opened his eyes, took a sip of the warm milk on the table.

After the mental power is exhausted and you are forcibly kicked out of the observation state, the feeling of dizziness will be very uncomfortable.Therefore, if it is not necessary, Kazama will get stuck with the remaining value of mental power and quit voluntarily.

"A suitable fulcrum has been found..."

"Well, I saw it..." Ruberos said.

The picture frozen on the phone screen was the blond girl standing up, staring blankly at the words on the letter paper.

"Did you pick this kid? It doesn't look like anything special..."

Kerberos raised his head: "In other words, if you choose someone who can help you interfere in the world over there, you can choose anyone."

"For example, choose the kind of powerful nobles, officials, or wealthy businessmen."

"Anyway, to be able to use the power of interference to create such a 'miracle', if ordinary people saw it, they would probably worship you."

Kazama shook his head: "Of course there is no problem if you want to do this."

Use all kinds of words to fool you and you're done.

After all, this is not empty talk, supernatural phenomena did happen, and in the face of such extraordinary facts, no matter how unreliable the words of flickering, it sounds like the same thing.