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Chapter 72
Chapter 72
"What is he going to do?" Lucia's curiosity was immediately aroused.
Mistry was asked: "I don't know."
"Aren't you very good at inquiring? Go and find out?" Lucia looked at Mistry encouragingly, "By the way, ask Bishop Rajel if he is a bad person."
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you." Mistry replied in a good-natured way, "I will ask when I go back."
But Lucia still looked at Bishop Rajel's back curiously.
He didn't walk fast, as if he was looking for something left and right, and finally walked into an alley.
How mysterious is this person, what is he going to do?
But Lucia's curiosity is broken!
She looked at the alley with a heart like a cat scratching her heart, and the word longing was written on her beautiful little face.
"Want to go and see?" Mistry asked.
"No, I think it's a little dangerous." Lucia dutifully refused.
"There's no danger," Mistry urged. "What's there to be afraid of when I'm here?"
Lucia was immediately persuaded, but still retained her last reason: "I want to change clothes, and change the invisible thief clothes for me!"
"Yes." Mistry said generously.
The two turned into the alley, and Lucia performed a rainbow dress like Sailor Moon had transformed into.
As soon as he changed his clothes, Lucia felt that something was wrong.
"Mi, Mistry, my trousers are too short." Lucia squeezed her waist, tears were about to burst out, "The waist seems to be tight..."
"It's because you've grown up and you're tall, and it's all my fault for not adjusting the size of your clothes." Mistry hurriedly comforted Lucia, "Wait for me, I'll change it for you right away."
With tears in her eyes, Lucia watched Mistry take back the thief suit and quickly put it back on her.
The size is just right this time.
And compared to the original thief clothes, this time the clothes are directly decorated with a circle of white fish lace, which looks lively and playful.
"It's so cute." Lucia was playing with small fish lace with tears in her eyes, crying, "I will never eat sweets again, I want to lose weight."
"Children, don't talk about losing weight and not losing weight." Mistry persuaded immediately, "If you don't have enough to eat, you won't grow taller."
"Then I'll be a baby for the rest of my life." Lucia coquettishly said, "I don't want to grow up. Mistry will make me work when I grow up."
Mistry laughed and pinched Lucia's little face: "You are also my baby when you grow up, we should continue to follow."
"it is good!"
After the two disappeared, they walked all the way and soon found Bishop Rajel.
Wearing a simple gray linen, he looked at the surrounding buildings as he walked, and finally stopped in front of a house and knocked gently on the door.
Lucia sneaked behind the tree next to her, staring at the door.
Not long after, the door opened.
The person who opened the door was also a person Lucia knew, Priest Fast.
He is not wearing the priest's robe now, but he is still wearing a white shirt, his light blonde hair is simply tied behind his head, and the white hairband falls lightly in front of him.
"How is the situation of the Holy Maiden?" Rajel asked.
"She has made up her mind to change her destiny and has now been sent away," Fast said. "How did you come to Lloyd?"
"It happened that the primary school came here to communicate, and there must be a person from the Kurata Temple, so I will come." Rajel explained.
"Elementary Department?" Fast showed an interested expression, "So, is Lucia here?
"Come on." Bishop Rajel warned Fast, "You don't want to hit her."
"Of course, I'm just very interested in her." Fast explained with a smile, "That's a very interesting little girl... Ah, should I say it's a pity or a joy, she is not the candidate for the saint."
There was no extra expression on Rajer's face, and he changed the subject directly: "Is this an event tonight?"
"Yes." Fast replied, "I have prepared everything. Tonight, let's present a surprise to this great royal city."
When Lucia heard this, the whole person became anxious.
Although she was also surprised that Bishop Rajel was a bad person, after all, there had been speculation before.
But now these two people have already begun to plan a sabotage plan, and it will be implemented tonight!
Is it time to call the police now? !
Lucia pricked her ears to hear if they had any more detailed plans, but the two of them didn't say anything after that. After Bishop Rajel gave Fast a bag of money, he left here immediately.
When Fast got the money, he closed the door directly. Even the windows of the whole house were closed, and there was no room for Lucia to open the windows.
After circling the house twice, Lucia turned around like ants on a hot pan.
"Are you going to call the police now?" Mistry kindly reminded Lucia.
"It's definitely too late!" Lucia's nose was dripping with sweat. "Even if I go to the police with my real name now, the police station will not be able to dispatch all the police just because of me!"
"Indeed, you are only a child after all." Mistry went on with Lucia's words.
"And it's okay for me to report Priest Fast. After all, he made such a big deal in Seranga, and he must be a dangerous person now, but report Bishop Rajel... Maybe they will lock me up!"
"Yes, after all, he is a bishop, and his status is still very high."
"Anonymous letters are even slower, and it's impossible for the police station to take an anonymous letter seriously. It will be too late when they start investigating after they are really determined!"
Mistry looked at Lucia's anxious look and reminded her: "So, Lucia, do you know why heroes always have to save the world alone?"
Lucia didn't expect Mistry to be thinking about this at this time, and looked at him in disbelief: "I don't have time to think about this now... Ah, you reminded me!"
"Huh?" Mistry raised an eyebrow, "What did you think of?"
"I think there is something wrong with my previous thinking." Lucia burst into inspiration, "Why did the police go late, that's because the police can only act after the incident, right?"
"Yes, after all, the police are not prophets, and it is impossible to predict problems in advance."
"So, as long as there is another incident before the incident, can't the police be dispatched before the real problem occurs?" Lucia felt that she was very smart, "So, we just need to be where they meet, If you make a big noise first, you can directly lead the police over there!"
Mistry really didn't expect that Lucia could still think of this crookedness even though there were already several constraints such as 'time is running out', 'no one's evidence' and 'the enemy's social reputation is extremely high'. trick.
Although Lucia always brought him all kinds of surprises from the beginning of his acquaintance, Mistry was still amused by Lucia's whimsy: "You are really amazing, Miss Lucia!"
"Huh?" Lucia looked at Mistry puzzled. Although she was used to being praised by Mistry, it was the first time that such unreasonable compliments were made.
"I really didn't expect that, in the midst of so many impossibles, I was pleasantly surprised to come up with such a method." Mistry said sincerely, "How did you come up with this method?"
"This method is very simple." Lucia scratched her head, "Also, I think you are right, I can think of this method purely because I have you, without you, I would probably bite the bullet. to sabotage their rallies."
"Because of me?" Mistry pondered for a moment, then laughed. "It feels so interesting, so interesting."
Lucia poked Mistry with her foot: "Don't be funny, let's go to the place where they meet and see how to arrange it so that the police can be seduced."
"Okay." Mistry agreed immediately, holding Lucia's hand and walking deeper down the alley.
As he went further and further back, Lucia found the surrounding buildings increasingly dilapidated.
The air fell silent.
It's a numb heaviness that's different from quiet.
The houses here are low and dilapidated, and there are even shack-like dwellings made of rags and planks in the corners.
People with numb eyes are like walking dead, their clothes are dirty and caked, their hair and faces are full of dust, their feet are rags as shoes, and they drag their legs and move slowly.
If it wasn't for their weak breathing, Lucia would even think this was a walking corpse!
Everything here exudes a deadness that is about to decay.
Lucia didn't dare to speak anymore, she clinged tightly to Mistry's leg and clenched his hand in fear.
Mistry stopped suddenly, and Lucia looked up at him nervously.
"I'm sorry." Mistry said softly, bent down and hugged Lucia, "I'll carry you and go, don't stain your shoes."
Lucia clenched Mistry's clothes and glanced carefully at the ground.
Just now, because of her nervousness, Lucia didn't look down at all. Only then did she realize that not far in front of her, there was a very dirty and stinky ditch. The water in it was already green, and there were unknown aquatic creatures Plants, mosquito breeding, smelly.
"Thank you." Lucia whispered, watching Mistry's long legs cross the stinky ditch.
After that, Mistry never put Lucia down again.
As they continued to move forward, Lucia saw a scene she had never seen before.
Excrement and rubbish all over the floor are the norm, and it is not uncommon to see corpses lying on street corners, and no one even picks them up.
Lucia shrank in Mistry's arms, carefully looking at this world she had never touched with a pair of trembling eyes.
If there is hell, it must be the sight before us.
Finally, Mistry walked into the moving dilapidated building, opened the sliding door of the cellar, and walked in.
Lucia breathed a sigh of relief, carefully loosened Mistry's shirt, and found that there was already a wrinkle there by himself, and hurriedly used his small hands to level it before Mistry didn't notice it.
Her movements were so obvious that Mistry couldn't even notice, so he was born on purpose: "Miss Lucia."
"Yeah!" Lucia exclaimed in a low voice, her hair was about to stand up.
"We've arrived." Mistry smiled politely, "This is the place for the meeting."
"Hmm!" Lucia breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.
...you can't see anything in pitch black.