The Spirit World

Chapter 274 The Human World

[Our separation was so hasty that it didn’t seem like a farewell in this life! ]

The night is hazy, and the howling wind seems to take away souls and bring the most terrifying nightmare in the world.

The red dress was faded, the light and shadow were lonely, and her poor feet were already red, just like her miserable experience, which made her sad and at a loss.

Walking through Viscount Massonanli's estate was like walking through a huge cage. She had just escaped from this cage, and now she had to rush to another, even bigger cage - this world could no longer give her warmth.

The streets were so unfamiliar, and the figures I had never met before were all filled with fear, stumbling and gritting their teeth again and again.

Where is she going?

Where is she going?

Where can she go?
It seemed as if her mind had long since been unable to find an accurate and reassuring result.

Wherever she went, there were cages, and every place wanted to lock up this runaway butterfly.

The wind seemed to want to snatch the sheet wrapped around her from her hands, so that she would once again shamefully expose her body to the world, and once again have nowhere to hide.

She dodged those gazes that were like knife tips. Perhaps she simply did not have the energy to care. She was just chasing the faint light that she could see in her eyes, as if that could guide her and help her find a moment of peace of mind.

Tip of the nose, breathing, so greedy, this moment of freedom to escape.

The soldiers were like a nightmare. She didn't know when they started rushing through the crowd, making a lot of noise. The loud bang made her nerves tense. She was panicked and terrified. She buried her head lower and lower, and could no longer see the road ahead.

"Hurry up! Don't let her get away!"

A man in military uniform rode a tall horse and directed the hurriedly marching soldiers. He shouted loudly, as if this could make the person he wanted to capture tremble: "She can't get far by herself! She must be nearby!"

"Don't tell me you can't catch a naked woman without a wand!"

"She hasn't studied magic for many years!"

She quickly moved the bed sheet over her head, like a magician's hood covering her pitiful face. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but her mind would not let her stop thinking about what had just happened.

She was on the run now, but her head was in a mess. The grievances and anger in her heart made her eyelids twitch and her hands trembled more and more violently.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Stand still! Otherwise I will arrest you according to the law! The Ministry of Internal Affairs has free tea! Don't make me buy you some!"

The officer intimidated everyone around him. His fierce eyes glared across the room, but his gaze did not linger on anyone.

The soldiers in the front used their magic wands as patrol sticks to push the crowd away one by one, forcing them to make way for a path. Then the soldiers behind them quickly followed closely on this path, running and searching for more hiders in the crowd with their magic wands.

She didn't know whether they would be able to find her, because these guards might have never seen her before. The basis for finding someone out of thin air was a portrait or some kind of magical trace. She didn't know how she would be searched.

The sense of urgency of having nowhere to escape made her short-sightedly fail to realize the advanced capabilities of the soldiers in searching for criminals. They certainly would not search for "never-seen criminals" or traces out of thin air. They were all equipped with their own magic wands that could find the creator of the magical traces produced at the scene of the crime.

They don't even need to strictly confirm the appearance of the criminal, they can arrest the suspect for a day and a night based on the magic wand in their hand.

She had nowhere to escape now, and she didn't know any magic that could help her escape. Although she participated in the Dragon Contest at the age of six and achieved good results and ranking, her father's death was too sudden and her family fell into poverty too quickly, so she was unable to continue her studies.

She is now no different from an ordinary person. This huge city of Fulan makes it impossible for a desperate and helpless cat to escape even if it breaks its wings.

Calm down!

Calm down!

Colin!

Colin Kretschler!

You have to stay calm! You have to stay calm!

She swallowed and grabbed the two sides of the bed sheet, which was the only thing she could rely on, making it look like a wizard's hood, and then quickly tied the two corners of the hem of the sheet around her legs. Her right hand was trembling, and she had to use her left hand to grab, grab, to make herself look more normal, like a hooded wizard walking on the street.

She did not panic, but tore the bed sheet in one go, turning it into a unique robe.

The dim light prevented her from revealing her private parts, but some people still noticed her and gave her obscene looks.

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, innocent man accused of a crime!
Colin! Klechelle!
She cursed herself in her heart, thinking how innocent she was, but she could only curse herself like this to make her hands tremble less.

Colin! Klechelle! You have to calm down! You have to calm down!
Calm down! Calm down! It's no big deal! They will clear your name! They will believe you are an innocent person! They will believe you are the oppressed!
No! Klecher! No! They won't believe you!
This is a lie! This is a lie!

They will put you in jail! They will expose your short and shameful life to the public! They will kill you!
Do not! ! !
Do not! !

Do not!
She became more and more panicked, with cold sweat pouring down her back. All the eyes that looked at her intentionally or unintentionally became terrifying, even though no one here could know what major event had happened in Fulan City and why so many soldiers were dispatched to carry out a capture operation.

So... blatant, with such a large force, so... alerting the enemy?
The soldiers rushed around the entire street, blocking the entire street. People screamed and crowded into the crowd without knowing why.

This may not be a very secretive major arrest operation, and the people to be arrested will not be hidden criminals. The people who will be arrested in this major arrest operation may be afraid of the huge deterrent power.

"That's terrible, did you hear?"

Her ears immediately caught the exclamations of the "insiders" in the crowd.

"The Viscount of Masonanelli died in his bedroom."

Her eyes widened in horror, and she looked back at the person who spoke, hesitantly and pretending to be calm. It was an old man standing among the crowd waiting to be checked.

The soldier who led the way had not arrived here yet. The crowd was in chaos, and she was somewhat unintentionally caught up in the crowd and unable to move forward. When she stopped, the situation was worse than she had imagined.

She was squeezed in the crowd and couldn't even breathe smoothly.

She was blocked! Any hope of escape was shattered in the crowd.

She sweated more and more, and a strange fragrance emanated from her body, spreading across her sheets and clothes, making her feel much more comfortable, as if in a dream.

"I heard it was her twenty-second concubine who did it."

"The twenty-second one!?"

A young man looked at the old man, shocked and angry.

As if he was vindicating her, she felt that the anger in her chest was abruptly cut off, so that she no longer had tears in her eyes. The old man shrugged and coughed twice, confirming what the man said.

"Beast!" the young man cursed, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

"I heard she's very beautiful. She was the daughter of the Colridge family." The old man was well-informed: "My niece works as a maid at the Colridge Manor. The mistress is so mean and would beat and kick the poor daughter at any time..."

"Now it has been sold to that Masonanli. Tsk tsk, pitiful."

"Well... it's pitiful..."

The young man was silent for a while, and when he looked around, he realized that his voice was a little loud, but in fact, everyone was complaining about what kind of criminals had forced so many people together.

Most people were in a state of confusion, and only a few cared about the truth. They complained and waited boredly, waiting to see when it would be their turn for this special inspection.

They had a clear conscience and were naturally not nervous, but the crowd was getting more and more crowded, which made them worried and complained a lot.

However, Colin, the one who was truly guilty, was clutching his "collar" tightly, turning his head slowly, and seemed much calmer.

But her hands were still shaking! They never stopped!
She had nowhere to escape, and instead her whole nerves were in a state of distress. She had to stop and search slowly, everything!
Everything she looked at!
"Yeah, you know. Jack, the death of a viscount is a very serious matter." The old man waved his hand: "Your graduation time will be affected to some extent."

"That's terrible." Jack scratched his head. He was squeezed by someone and looked back, then at the old man. "I was thinking of buying the materials Erica needed today, but I didn't expect to encounter something like this."

She secretly looked at the young man named "Jack". Even though she had never been to school, she knew about the famous Fran Royal Academy. The school uniform was too formal. There was a purple and white iris brooch on the young man's chest. His short blond and white hair was too casual. He looked full of vigor and vitality.

He was very tall and stood out in the crowd, allowing her to focus her eyes on him immediately.

The crowd was filled with heat, and the wind was also blowing in the heat.

She was squeezed in the crowd and couldn't move at all, but her nervousness was gone, instead there was a different kind of silence.

She heard others talking about herself and the earth-shattering "big thing" that had just happened to her.

This feeling was so wonderful that even though she was squeezed

"You need a professor to notarize your early graduation. A viscount has died, so [Professor Phyllis] must go and investigate."

The old man had a goatee and wore white-rimmed glasses, which made him look much wiser.

"So, can't we change a notary? [Professor Medler?]" Jack straightened his wrinkled school uniform again. After stretching it, he straightened his chest and placed his hands on his chest.

"No, Jack, everyone who wants to graduate early must get authorization from Professor Phyllis. Otherwise, you must graduate normally. Besides, this is a special period."

Madeleine took out her hands apologetically and held them in front of her chest. There were too many people in the crowd and they had to use this posture to ensure their private space and moral cultivation.

"It's terrible." Jack looked around. Everyone was crowded and shouting. The soldiers squeezed their range of movement and conducted random inspections one after another.

This unintentional glance around revealed a pair of extremely beautiful eyes looking at him from under a strange "hood".

It seemed as if as soon as he turned around, the man had already been looking at him.

He felt strange. When they looked into each other's eyes, those beautiful yet aggrieved blue eyes timidly avoided his gaze.

He frowned, turned around, and returned to the conversation just now.

"Honestly, Jack, I don't quite understand why you chose to graduate early. Everyone is in a panic right now. If you leave the protection of the school, it might be a bad thing?" Madeleine was a little puzzled: "Forgive me, I'm sorry."

"No, no, no. Professor Medler, it's okay. Everyone is indeed worried now. The Shadow Hunter has made everyone nervous. If the murderer now is the Shadow Hunter."

He turned around again, and unexpectedly, he saw those pity eyes again. Their blue color was like the sea. The exhaustion from crying just now made the pity overflow, and inadvertently, it released a kind of weak desire.

His brows furrowed even more tightly.

Her gaze once again turned downwards, and in a trance she tried to avoid the gaze, and suddenly bumped into the people around her. She immediately covered her face and buried her head even lower.

He straightened his chest in confusion and looked at her suspiciously, secretly taking note of her very special dress.

"If the murderer is a Shadow Hunter, it would be even worse, Jack. This is the city of Fran." Professor Medler emphasized that dangerous criminals like Shadow Hunters should not appear in the city at the center of the principality.

"I know. Maybe..." Jack turned his head back again, and when he looked back, he once again met those pitiful eyes. He was so shocked that cold sweat broke out. That strange hood, those strange clothes, and those eyes that seemed to be begging for mercy, combined together, made the whistling sounds of the soldiers louder and louder, almost bursting his eardrums.

Is it...

She turned her head hard to dodge, but his eyes no longer shifted, but instead glanced back and forth between the soldier and her like a vigilant cat.

He was so nervous that he started sweating.

"Professor Medler...I feel..."

He didn't know how to describe it, and he involved Professor Medler.

"Damn..."

He looked back again, and the gaze disappeared, leaving only a thin figure walking slowly in the crowd. She bumped into the crowd and attracted more annoyed glances.

And he turned his gaze again to the soldiers who were patrolling one by one, and his eyes wandered between two places, as if he was the only one who noticed this suspicious woman.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

He called out to himself, toward the thin figure, and then turned back to shout to Professor Medler: "Wait for me, Professor!"

"Where are you going?" Professor Medler wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I don't know...but..." He looked at the thin figure struggling to move through the crowd and away: "There's no time to explain so much...I'll be back soon!"

His tall figure moved forward in the dim light and shadow. People bumped into him one after another, but he almost pushed them away with brute force.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

He called out to the stranger, but she was like a runaway cat, dragging her injured, thin body and stumbling among the crowd.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Why! You! You want to see me!
She was in a panic, wanting to cry but having no tears, her snow-white skin was exposed in the rushing crowd. She was so small that the darkness seemed to bury her.

(End of this chapter)