I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 390 God is Angry
After madly smashing the garden and iron gate in front of the castle into pieces and making a deep hole in the ground, Xia Qingdai stopped, panting heavily. She was so excited that her arms were numb.

The hammer was tired, but the anger had not yet been completely vented.

Xia Qingdai had never thought that she would encounter such a thing in her life. She knew that the public security in the 18th century was outrageous, but she didn't expect that it could be so outrageous at a high-class banquet.

This kind of plot could only be written by Henry Fielding, who was the police chief in London in the 18th century and had witnessed all kinds of evil in society.

But Xia Qingdai never liked reading realistic novels. Compared with Henry Fielding, she certainly liked Jane Austen more.

There are no such bullies in Jane Austen's works. The playboys Wickham and Crawford, at most, seduce naive women to elope, and there is absolutely no plot of forcing men to have sex with them.

In most books and TV dramas, European and American gentlemen appear to be very polite on the surface, regardless of what they really look like inside. But today, Xia Qingdai saw a side of them that was different from what is depicted in romantic novels.

For a moment, Xia Qingdai couldn't calm down at all.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the face of the greasy old white man kept circling in her mind, making her feel so disgusted that she wanted to punch him twice in the air.

But the other party had already escaped from the window and hid deep in the castle. Xia Qingdai could not see him because of the wall.

She put down the hammer, stared at the castle in the dark for two seconds, and suddenly reached out to pull at the roof of the castle.

But the castle is not a real puzzle toy after all. It is still a bit difficult for Xia Qingdai to pull off the roof with her bare hands to expose the little people inside.

Although the removal was unsuccessful, it still had a great impact on the castle, making a mess inside, with candlesticks and furniture falling down, tiles and exterior wall decorations also falling off in a pile.

The music in the castle had stopped long ago. Everyone huddled together, trembling, looking out the broken window at the deep pit created by the giant red hand and the hammer under the dark night sky, without saying a word.

The young girls who were just entering the social scene and were originally scared to tears covered their mouths tightly, not daring to sob out loud, for fear of angering the grumpy giant red hand monster.

Everyone had a feeling that if they attracted the attention of the deadly giant hand demon outside at this moment, not only the garden, but also the entire house might become rubble under the hammer of God.

"It's the hammer of the gods. Mr. Richard was mad at the gods for trafficking children, so what's the reason for the Vincents?" After a while, Owen's cousin James suddenly shouted, "Mrs. Vincent, your family is guilty! Please atone your sins to the gods!"

Everyone in the surrounding area knew that Mr. Richard had killed countless children and his castle was flattened by thunder. Richard himself did not even have time to wait for the court to judge him, as he was directly crushed into a meat pie by the collapsed castle.

And now a similar scene has occurred here. What else could it be but guilt?

Hearing this, the crowd immediately burst into a buzz of discussion.

Several gentlemen who were originally standing with Mr. Vincent and his brothers took a step back at the same time. Others standing next to the Vincent wives followed suit and retreated one after another. The Vincent family immediately stood out in the crowd.

James, who had been to university and received modern scientific and formal theological education, was well aware of the principle that "it is better to let my friend die than to let myself die", and in an instant he pushed out the owner of the castle, who was the easiest target.

"Oh, no! No! We didn't do anything!" Mrs. Vincent collapsed and held her head in her hands. She couldn't believe that her good cousin, Mrs. Brown, would avoid her like everyone else. She had been a devout Christian all her life and occasionally sent warmth to the poor farmers nearby. How could she be guilty?
"Impossible! This is impossible!" Mrs. Vincent looked a little flustered. She really had something to hide and was guilty.

She wanted to say that this was just an ordinary meteorite disaster, but the giant red hand holding the divine hammer just now seemed to be still in front of her eyes, and she couldn't deceive herself at all.

Xia Qingdai naturally couldn't hear the discussions of the little people in the hall below. At this moment, she failed to pull up the roof, and she was afraid that too big a movement would harm Owen inside. She was trying her best to bend over, tilt her head, and look through the broken glass window to find the fat man.

Although she was face-blind, the greasy fat man was successfully engraved in her mind. She believed that if she saw him again, she would be able to recognize him from the crowd at once.

That is to say, it is difficult for her to show up in front of the little people in her giant form. Otherwise, if they saw a pair of huge black eyes outside the castle window, staring at them, they would probably be scared to death.

There was only one person in the entire stadium who saw it clearly the whole time, and that was Irving.

He didn't know why Xia Qingdai was so angry, but that didn't stop him from immediately treating the Vincent family as enemies - the goddess was not an unreasonable person, they must be guilty!
When everyone was too scared to get close to the broken window, Owen stepped out from the crowd and stood before Xia Qingdai's dark eyes.

Xia Qingdai's eyes did not scan the evil fat man, but when she saw Owen standing there silently, her originally violent heart miraculously calmed down.

She took off her plastic gloves and stretched out her hand to Owen. This time, she did not raise her hand mischievously, but placed it close to Owen's feet.

Owen took off his leather shoes, walked to her palm, and met her eyes.

Xia Qingdai lifted her palm, and Owen flew into the air in full view of everyone. In the dark night, Owen, dressed in a black tuxedo, seemed to have merged directly into the world, frightening everyone to their knees.

"Oh, my God! Mr. Irving is flying!"

"Oh, God!"

"Has the Owen family's patron saint arrived?"

"God! I must be dreaming!"

"Impossible, impossible!" Mrs. Vincent looked at Owen flying in the air, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground, her scalp going numb. "How could there really be a God in this world..."

Brick, who had initially wanted to force himself on Xia Qingdai, was now slumped behind a solid door, not daring to stand near the window.

The giant red hand that had just shattered the window and attacked him in an instant frightened him so much that his courage ached.

He hated Mrs. Vincent so much that he had to stay away from Owen's family. However, Mrs. Vincent refused to believe it and kept urging him to attack Xia Qingdai.

If the other party hadn't given him advice and sent him wine, he would never have done such a thing in such a rash manner.

Others were just playing tricks, but Owen's family really had ghosts and gods! He really shouldn't have listened to that stupid and greedy woman.