The days of eating soft rice in London

"Shut up!" The chief sheriff gave her a fierce look, "If you don't want me to crush your teeth."

Aunt wisely chose to remain silent.

Several subordinates immediately tied her up and pushed her forward.

"Please forgive me. She is my neighbor. She was just cleaning the house for us. There must be some misunderstanding." Flora explained bitterly, and she stopped the men and prevented them from moving forward. "Everyone, please let her go, she is innocent."

"I recognize you," the sheriff said suddenly, staring at Flora's face.

He touched a large wart on his chin, and tried hard to recall in his mind, "You are that... what, what is it called Oscar?"

Flora was taken aback.Yes, she'd been watching from the second floor when Mom slandered that man named Oscar for theft.

"Ha! Miss!" He suddenly struck the wart-picking right hand with his left hand, as if extremely pleasantly surprised. "I want to thank you. If you hadn't made such a move, my leader would not have died, and I wouldn't be the captain either!"

"It's just...how did you appear here?"

"I didn't...please don't say that." Flora immediately felt embarrassed. After all, she didn't stop this wrong behavior, and she made her mother make a big mistake.

"Oscar?" My aunt suddenly frowned when she heard the familiar name, and interjected, "When did he go to jail?"

Flora immediately felt guilty. Could it be that her neighbor also knew that man?Before she could think about it any further, the aunt spoke again: "This has nothing to do with me! What he did is none of my business!"

The big wart ignored her, and directly tied the rope around her wrist tightly, and tied a complicated and strong sailor's knot.

This is a witch, of course she should be treated specially.

Feeling that the rough cowhide rope was clamped into the meat, my aunt immediately didn't dare to move.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"You'll find out after a while."

Flora had no choice but to watch helplessly as her aunt was taken away.

"Flora! What are you still looking at!" Mrs. Morris shouted her name from inside the house, "She deserves to die, come in for me quickly! Don't meddle in your own business!"

"Mother, don't you forget whom she is helping!" retorted Flora, and instead of listening to her mother, she turned and hurried down the street to find the old Burton whom she had never seen.

It wasn't until Aunt Burton found out that she was about to step into the gate of the Inquisition that the country woman who had always been courageous enough was completely panicked.

"No! I won't go in!" She was trembling with fright, her legs kicked back desperately, "I'm not a witch, really, I swear to God, please."

God, this is the Inquisition!She just wanted to help Flora, why was she brought here?

Those rumored horror methods were not used to deceive children. She was also frightened by her parents with ghosts in the Inquisition since she was a child, and she fully understood the horror.

"It's not up to you to decide." The big wart walked ahead and led people into the hall. "I swear to God! I'm not a witch!"

My aunt struggled to escape, but was grabbed by those men, and even kicked by one of them so hard that she rolled on the ground in pain, unable to get up again.

"Why do you?" My aunt was still asking them in horror: "Is it just because I look like a witch?"

The clergy standing aside smiled: "Don't you think that witches have hooked noses, wrinkled faces, and fly around on broken brooms? Throw these outdated ideas into the Atlantic Ocean!"

"It doesn't look like it." The big wart nodded, and after he finished speaking, the priest gave him a cold look, "The elders are here, keep quiet!"

An old man walked slowly through the long golden corridor, wearing a loose teaching uniform, followed by a group of young monks.

"Elder." The clergy took the lead in bowing their heads to greet him, and the subordinates of the security team followed suit.

"London has not seen a witch incident for nearly 200 years. As loyal supporters of God, we must fight against the evil power of cholera. Now the devil is rampant and has brought great disasters to London. It is all due to a An evil force is at work." He half-closed his eyes, and his gray eyebrows trembled with his expression.

"Is she the woman allied with the devil?"

"Yes, elder."

"No! Elder! I'm not, you've got the wrong person." Auntie argued, even though it didn't work.

Soon, they brought tools to identify witches. Once these evil women ally with the devil, they will leave the mark left by the devil on their bodies.As long as these marks are pierced with needles, people will neither bleed nor suffer pain.

But Aunt Burton's skin was very fair, but unexpectedly there was almost no mole on her face.

"This...the elder..." The cleric was in a dilemma, he couldn't lift up the skirt of a middle-aged woman just to find a mole!

"Then, let's test it with water. Holy water will not accept the existence of devils." The elder quickly made a new decision.

So my aunt was lifted head and feet into the water again, she held her breath under the water with all her strength in order to save her life.But the result was not enough. In order to prove that she was a witch, the old man had to let her soak five or six times. After several times, my aunt felt that she was about to suffocate, and her wet hair drooped in front of her eyes and kept falling down. Dripping water, flowing down the face into the mouth that kept bursting out insulting words——

"You are killing people under the nose of God!"

"A group of boring lunatics! What kind of nonsense method is this! Wake up you!"

"I'm really unlucky to be insulted by you like this. I want to find Burton and let him prove it for me! I have taken care of him for almost half my life, and no one knows me better than him. It's better than your brains being soaked in holy water. A stupid donkey is a hundred times stronger!"

The respected elder lowered his chaotic eyes and glanced at her. He didn't react too much, but there was a new set of rhetoric in his mouth.

"The Bible says: 'Whoever blasphemes the name of the LORD shall be put to death, and the whole congregation shall stone him to death. Whether it is a stranger or a native, when he blasphemes the name of the LORD, he shall be put to death .'"

"Bah! How come there are so many tongue-twisting words!" She was about to go crazy with anger. God must have gone crazy for this group of people, which allowed them to exist in the world so arrogantly. In the name of God."

"What a wretch!"

"I'm ashamed of God for you."

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