Chapter 2

When Margaret woke up, she felt her whole body was soft and she couldn't exert any strength.

After all, she is a half-demon with demonic blood. Although she does not have the powerful power of a demon, she has excellent physical fitness and is extremely strong than ordinary people.

She felt her hands and feet tied up, but the rope that she used to struggle to break away was now motionless.

It seemed that magic was blessed on the rope, and Margaret thought quickly, carefully recalling what enemies she had.

She knew that her identity was unpopular, and except for attending morning prayers, she usually only went to slums and outside the city.

The guys she offended were either useless homeless people like Victor or some annoying naughty kids.

That kind of person will not have the power to manipulate magic.

Could it be...that guy last time?

Margaret recalled the scene when she opened the door. As soon as the door opened, she fainted without warning before she could see the person knocking on the door.

This was a premeditated kidnapping, and the person who came knew who she was and where she lived.

And the pervert who had a tendency to abuse last time didn't know Margaret's residence.

It’s just that Margaret happened to be caught and brutally beaten by him, so he was caught and whipped cruelly, almost losing his life.

She should be thankful for her demonic bloodline, which has always been regarded as dirty and ominous.

So although she has outstanding appearance, the pervert did not attack her body.

It was that unlucky experience that made Margaret meet Theodore. No, it was not because she had a crush on the other side.

At that time, the girl covered in bruises was discarded in the grass, covered in blood and mud.

She knew she had to climb back to the city, and only when she went to a place where there was someone, she had the chance to save her life.

But she had no extra strength anymore, her chest was undulating rapidly, and every breath was filled with blood. Margaret's vision gradually blurred. She... is she going to die finally...

Not far away, the sound of wheels rolling across the road was faintly heard, "Who is there?"

Someone is here!

Margaret tried to make a sound and called for help, but there was Jojo's low breath in his throat.

Save me!

Save me!

She yelled desperately in her heart, the carriage was getting closer and closer to her, please!

Save me!

But in the end it just drove through the messy bushes where the girl was, and headed towards Feixi Fort without any awareness.

The greatest despair in life is probably because I just welcomed hope, but found that it was nothing in the end.

The girl's hands hanging on the ground moved weakly, her eyes were about to return to darkness.

The struggle just now exhausted all her vitality. Let's just do it. She has struggled for sixteen years, and maybe it's time to take a full rest.

Suddenly, the sound of the slam that had already gone far appeared again, driving from far to near, at the same steady rhythm as before, and stopped in front of the bushes.

A man walked down from the shaft of the car, pulled open the bushes and looked, turning around, as if he was reporting something to the person in the car.

Margaret could not hear his voice clearly. He should be a middle-aged man, probably the coachman, and he could vaguely hear him saying words like you said, "The grass, there are indeed people, seriously injured, half-demon, etc.

Oops… The little bit of hope that just now rose has gone out again.

The people in the carriage noticed their semi-demonic identity and would definitely not lend a helping hand.

Margaret couldn't help but want to smile bitterly, and I was funny to play with me again and again?

Damn God.

But something unexpected happened. After a moment, the carriage door opened and she heard a gentle male voice saying: Feed her to drink this, even a half-demon, is the creature of heaven and the people of God.

God’s people?

God will not admit that he has a dirty people like me.

The girl thought sarcastically, and then a sweet water was poured into her mouth. Almost instantly, she felt that the loss of vitality began to come back.

What's this?

With such a strong healing effect, is it a high-level potion?

At this time, Margaret's hearing also recovered a little bit. She heard the coachman sing and said: The blood has stopped. Sir, there is still half a bottle of holy water left. Look...

It is not advisable to take too much holy water at once, so leave the rest for her. The gentle male voice was getting closer and closer to Margaret. He seemed to have walked out of the car. Margaret saw a white robe corner, and the blonde hair hanging on the robe shining brightly.

The owner of the robe squatted down, and his warm palm fell on the girl's forehead covered with mud. May my Lord, the God of Light, favor you, pity girl.The man's voice was merciful and full of pity. Margaret hated her, but strangely, she did not hate the man's compassion for her at all.

Thank you, thank you... She tried her best to whisper from her throat, but the sound was so small that she wasn't sure if the man had heard it.

Think more, think more, say thank you to him in person, Ah, lying on the cold ground, Margaret tied into a shrimp.

White robe, blonde hair, holy water... Before that incident, Margli never cared about the affairs of the Church of Light, but she also knew that only one person in the Kingdom of Nodo had met these conditions to save her was the great priest of the temple, Theodovisedes.

During the period of extermination of the demons, the God of Light formed a deep feud with those creatures in other worlds.

Even so, Theodore, a saint, was willing to use holy water to save her, a wild species regarded as unclean.

That man must be the most compassionate and impure person in the world.

Unfortunately, if she was unlucky enough, she might never have the chance to say thank you to Theodore again.

Margaret kept trying to break the rope, sweating all over, but still couldn't let the rope loosen a little.

She had no choice but to rub against the ground with the strength of her feet, rubbing towards the door bit by bit.

The place where she was imprisoned was pitch black, and the thick curtains blocked all the light outside. Margaret finally rubbed against the door and groped with the back of her hand, and found that it was an exquisite carved wooden door.

Could it be that the person who caught her was the rich?

Margaret tried to push the door when suddenly he heard footsteps coming from outside.

She quickly rolled on the spot and returned to the place where she was lying down to continue pretending to be dull.

In a short while, the door was opened.

The footsteps of the visitor are very light, so I should be a man when I listen to my breathing.

In addition to him, there seems to be another person behind him.

Margaret lay quietly on the ground, feeling the man seemed to have glanced at him.

Sir, do you need to wake her up?The man said respectfully.

Haha... Margaret heard a sneer. Didn’t she wake up long ago?Wait, why is this sound... familiar?

Then the rustling sound of the robe sliding across the ground stopped in front of Margaret. Don't pretend to be dead, I don't have time to do these boring things.Margaret then realized that the voice was unusually young, not only young, but also clear and hoarse as distinctive as the teenager's voice change period. The owner of the voice sounded...it seemed to be a boy?

Open your eyes, the boy said impatiently, otherwise...

The next moment, the girl lying on the ground opened her eyes.

Standing in front of her was indeed a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old. He had long blonde hair, which drooped down like silk satin, and was spread all the way on the ground.

The boy's robe looked strangely familiar, white, long and embroidered with dark patterns on the cuffs and collars, and the ribbon around his waist was inlaid with a silver emblem that Margley had seen on Theodore's belt, and only the great priests of every parish could wear.

You... Margaret wanted to speak, but found that she was speechless.

She raised her head, the boy's facial features were handsome and familiar, with a high nose bridge like a carved one, and a thin lips tightly pursed. The red pupils were like the best gems, with only a faint golden color in the depths of the pupils.

He was almost exactly the same as Theodore, no, he was Theodore when he was twelve or thirteen years old!

What an obedient and good girl. The boy smiled, not a gentle and compassionate smile, the cold, ridiculous, smile that was like a poisonous snake crawling over the girl's wrist and bursting out on the corner of his lips. It seems that you can live half a quarter of an hour longer, Nassen.He turned his head.

The young man behind him immediately bowed his head: Listen to your orders, Lord Wisedes.

Kill her.The boy said with a smile.