Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Before actually going to the dock area to look for opportunities to act, Joyce inquired in advance, but found no bounty for him and Hunter.

In this way, he went to the Fragrance Tree Bar with confidence. After all, Roy the "flaming lion" met here, maybe there will be new harvests this time...

When he was about to push the door to go in, the wooden door was suddenly opened inside, and a short man walked out, almost bumping into each other.

Why is this plot the same as last time... Joyce was stunned, then reached out and grabbed the person, because he recognized the short boy who bumped into him last time... I remember the one called Barron boy.

"What are you running for in a hurry?" he asked.

The boy had dust on his face and a dark complexion. He looked up at Joyce and the two of them. He hurriedly bowed and apologized and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go now..."

"I accept your apology, but you haven't answered my question yet."

Joyce held on to the boy who fled, but he didn't mean to make things difficult for the boy. He wasn't that boring, but he just thought that he had only been to this bar twice, and he bumped into each other twice, which was also a kind of fate. .

"My friend, I'll invite the two of you for a drink. Quan Dang apologizes to you for Barron."

When the boy was at a loss, a tall man stepped out to help him.

Why does this person look familiar?

Joyce recognized it. The last time he came to the bar to inquire about information, there was an alcoholic who shouted that he was going to go to sea to become a pirate general, and invited him to come aboard. It was the person in front of him, but today he was not drunk, and he took The beard is shaved, and it looks a lot more gentle.

How did the two of them get together... And now the situation seems to be a bully... Joyce secretly said helplessly, and let go of his hand:

"Go."

The boy named Barron immediately wanted to run away, but was stopped by the man who was scrambling.

"Wait, don't rush to go."

Then, he turned his attention to Joyce:

"The two friends are adventurers?"

"So what?" Joyce said, he suddenly remembered that the bartender had introduced that this man used to be an adventurer.

The former adventurer said enthusiastically, "Can you two take a moment to listen to me tell a story?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Joyce could respond, there were jeers from the bar:

"Pablo, don't mind your business, come over for a drink..."

"That's right, and there is no money to make, a fool would help him..."

Joyce was noncommittal about these comments, and he asked aloud:

"A treasure story?"

The former adventurer known as Pablo shook his head, showing compassion in his expression:

"It's a story about freedom and justice."

It's quite philosophical... that's why I'm not a professional adventurer, so I'm only interested in listening to your stories. Joyce was a little moved:

"Okay, let's talk while drinking."

Who knows, the former adventurer suggested: "Aren't you curious about what Barron does? Why don't we go to his house and take a look. In this way, maybe you will feel my story more deeply."

Joyce looked up and down the thin little boy in front of him, his clothes were cheap and shabby, his face was earthy, and there was hope in his eyes, and he looked at the reformed ex-adventurer Pablo. He seemed to have guessed something in his heart, and finally agreed with him. 's suggestion.

"Let's go."

The boy Barron bowed deeply immediately: "Thank you, you are a good person."

Hearing a story makes him a good person, then this good person is too cheap... Joyce couldn't help sighing.

The ex-adventurer Pablo began to tell the story flatly, and the protagonist was the little boy who led the way.

"His name is Barron, he's fifteen years old, he's an orphan, and he has a sister who's seven years apart, but he picked it up..."

Joyce couldn't help interrupting and said, "He can't protect himself if he picked it up, how dare he pick up a younger girl?"

Pablo nodded heavily: "That's the truth. These two children hugged each other for warmth and depended on each other for life."

"Until one day, his sister was taken by a gangster, broke a leg, and was trained to beg, and Barron began to seek help everywhere, but he had no money."

"Until you meet you, you won't know so much about it," Joyce said.

"You guessed it right." Pablo smiled: "I used to be an adventurer, but luckily I haven't regressed too much, helping Barron to rescue his sister smoothly, but this kid actually wants to enslave all the gangsters. All the children were rescued!"

Joyce turned to Barron and asked, "You know those kids?"

"I don't know." Barron shook his head: "But Sally does. She said that those children were just as pitiful as him. Some were blinded, some were disabled, and they only ate a little bit of food every day and were sent to various places. begging..."

"Sally is his sister's name," added Pablo, the former adventurer.

Joyce nodded to show that he knew, and then asked:

"But what does that have to do with you, you can't even take care of yourself and your sister~www.NovelMTL.com~ Although this is not a child's fault, the reality of this world is so real and cruel, even if it is cold...

Barron lowered his head, he rarely looked up, even when speaking:

"Sally told me she wanted those kids to be as free as she was."

Freedom... Joyce walked the rest of the journey in silence. Before reaching his destination, he asked the former adventurer Pablo:

"That's why you are willing to help this child."

The latter tugged at himself and smiled: "I can't help him, the boss of the gang is a very powerful and famous guy, I'm not an opponent at all, I can only look for some people who have a sense of justice. To fulfill his dream... By the way, you are the first adventurer who did not refuse directly after listening to the story."

In front of him is a dilapidated building. If it is called a building, it can only be regarded as a dangerous building. When it rains, there will be no dry place inside.

Even such a house is crowded with residents, most of them are women and children, but none of them are idle, they are all busy with their own work.

When they found Joyce and others walking in, everyone subconsciously avoided a path, leaving room for a few people, as if they saw a natural enemy in their eyes.

Barron walked to a curtain with holes hanging in it. Inside was a small bed. On the bed sat a little girl with a sallow complexion, also thin and weak. The wooden stick, still sitting in hand, seems to be making matches, and it seems that the speed is not slow.

She smiled and shouted, "Brother."

Afterwards, he lowered his head and said cautiously, "Hello, three gentlemen."