Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 351 Spiritual Body
"Good morning, Mr. Ilor!"

"Hello to you too, Mrs. Kevin!"

Another day, on King Street.

Roy carried the black cat in his arms, followed by the cool maid Planjie. He left Atidiya at home and prepared to go out shopping.

Along the way, many people who knew him greeted him. They were all neighbors and various people he had gotten to know unknowingly after living here for nearly a year.

They spent more than thirty minutes riding in a carriage to the big market in the city center, and gathered all the materials they needed recently, as well as various rare treasures worth collecting.

Many of the things here were ordered half a month or even several months in advance. They are valuable items from all over the world.

Although they are all common things, they are not necessarily easy to find if you don’t look for them specifically.

On the way back, Roy stepped into the Holy Light Church where Windsorbell was, and as expected, he saw the nun busy at work.

"Mr. Ilor, why are you here?"

The nun looked a little tired, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you still distributing food? There seem to be more and more homeless people in the city..."

Roy glanced around and found that among the people who came to collect food, in addition to those outsiders who came from far away and looked dusty, there were also many decent and polite people who looked like ordinary employees.

“This should be the middle class…

How come even they can’t hold on?”

"As winter approaches, the last Environmental Protection Act comes into effect...

More and more people are being fined so heavily that they can no longer afford to even cook.”

"Not only that, it seems that merchants have also joined forces to raise food prices..."

Several people in the church answered.

"Alas, why do I feel more and more sad day by day?"

Roy took a quick glance and discovered that the food distributed by the church had indeed been replaced with cheaper black bread and potatoes, and the porridge was so thin that the chopsticks could hardly stand up.

Windsor Belle and others also ate and drank these foods.

It seems that their financial situation is not very good either.

Roy thought to himself, donated the remaining change from buying materials, comforted the nun a few words, and left.

When I walked out of the church door, I happened to see a group of people marching across the street holding banners.

"Eight hours work, eight hours rest, and eight hours entertainment!"

"Oppose child labor, protect children!"

"Strive to ensure female workers live past 30!"

Most of those people were wearing coarse clothes, with tired looks on their faces, many of which showed the traces of the vicissitudes of life.

"They seem to be the workers in the factory area ahead..."

Roy's heart moved slightly.

These people have long endured low wages and poor working conditions, being exploited like slaves...

Apparently, he was reaching the limit of his patience.

The parade was filled with anger, and slogans echoed in the streets.

On the other side, gangsters and thugs hired by the factory owners were watching the parade vigilantly, ready to intervene at any time.

There was tension in the air.

Roy stood at the church door, his eyes sweeping across the faces of the demonstrators one after another, and all he felt was a weak force ranging from 0.8 to 1 degree.

Such mental power is like a spark, so weak that it would be extinguished by a breath.

Recently, he has been studying "Soul Science" and is very familiar with various emotions, moods and the forces driven by them.

Although, the main part is the Rose Angel who "generates electricity with love"...

But it's also entirely conceivable that there must be some kind of deity...

It is this kind of passionate emotion that is the driving force.

There was no supernatural power involved, but when everyone shouted the same slogan, was organized, and shared the same hatred of the enemy, he seemed to see one spirit fusion after another.

It was as if a fire was burning above the crowd.

The raging fire seemed to converge into one, forming a huge spirit as high as hundreds of degrees!

"Isn't this also a kind of 'ritual'?"

Roy suddenly thought of many things. Soon, a conflict broke out among the crowd ahead.

Many gangsters beat the marchers with impunity.

Banners were torn and slogans were interrupted.

The leaders were beaten with bloody heads.

The scene was in chaos.

The crowd lacking experience in violence was eventually dispersed, and the spiritual body that had just been brewing, with a temperature of several hundred degrees, disappeared in an instant.

……

When Windsorbell and others were alarmed and rushed out, they saw the scene in a mess.

Several people died in the conflict, and many were seriously injured and were on the verge of death.

"Sir, how are you? Hang on!"

Human life was at stake, and Windsorbell didn't care about her own safety and rushed forward.

"vomit……"

The seriously injured worker spat out a mouthful of blood.

Windsorbell tried to save him, but was powerless and could only watch his life slip away in front of her.

The kind nun couldn't help but look confused and helpless.

“Lord…

Please save these poor lambs!"

Windsorbell prayed subconsciously.

She often mentioned the Lord of Light, but from beginning to end, the Lord of Light never paid any attention to her.

There were no miracles or divine gifts.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Windsorbell murmured to herself, full of confusion and distress.

Because of the existence of the four alliances...

You cannot interfere with this mundane world at will!

Because strength and weakness are objective and struggle is cruel.

It takes more than just passion to accomplish something; you also need sufficient skills and strategies!

Roy saw it clearly from the side and couldn't help shaking his head.

Suddenly, he saw a gangster holding a bloody wooden stick in his hand. He seemed to be blood-thirsty and smashed it hard on Windsor Belle's head.

Windsor Belle was completely unaware of this.

Amid the screams of others, Roy quickly stepped forward, grabbed the wooden stick, and broke the gangster's arm along with it with his backhand.

"You're looking for fucking death!"

A few people nearby saw it and rushed over.

But when they saw Roy's face clearly and the luxurious clothes on his body, they couldn't help but show hesitation and stopped.

"roll!"

Roy glanced at them and said.

A few people were as if they had been pardoned, and they didn't even care about their injured companions, and ran away in a hurry, crawling and rolling.

Windsor Belle stood up with a confused look on her face: "Mr. Yilor, why are they so afraid of you?"

“According to the laws of the authorities, anyone who attacks aristocrats shall be sentenced to imprisonment for a minimum of three years to life imprisonment. If there are aggravating circumstances, they shall be sentenced to death by hanging!
They are just thugs who come to make money, not real desperate criminals, so of course they bully the weak and fear the strong."

Roy said to her with a smile on his face.

Windsor Belle could not help but remain silent.

After a while, he said, "By the way, thank you for what happened just now!"

"You're welcome. It's chaotic and dangerous here...

You'd better go back quickly."

Roy waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)