After receiving the mission, the three groups immediately began their actions.
One team member skillfully crossed the courtyard wall and opened the gate, and all three groups entered one after another, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
The members of the second group stared blankly, helpless and at a loss.
Ke Zhigang's face was solemn, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
He knew very well that because the second group had just messed things up, they had temporarily lost the trust of the director.
Otherwise, how could it be the turn of the third group to handle the incident that the second group was responsible for?
It's really... sigh, if only he had been more cautious at the beginning.
But unfortunately, there is no such thing as a regret pill. After feeling remorse for a while, Ke Zhigang had to refocus his attention on the actions of the third group.
...
The time goes back one hour.
At this moment, Wu Xian was sound asleep on the bed, completely unaware of what was happening outside.
After leading the poor runaway child into the room, he quickly left. After all, there is no intimacy between men and women.
And he had already made up his mind to take her to the town station early the next morning. Even if he had to pay for her train ticket again, he considered it as fulfilling his duty.
In the final analysis, he is a good person.
Otherwise, how could he arrange for her to stay when the girl had no money?
Meanwhile, inside room 201 on the second floor, Grace, the teenager, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.
She had thought that in a relaxed environment like this, her exhausted nerves would find relief.
But obviously, the life of being on edge for more than half a year had never allowed her to sleep through the night. Even when lying down, her mind couldn't truly rest, as if there was always a string taut in her heart.
Yes, she was the filthy witch who was despised and abandoned by everyone.
She still remembered when she awakened her magic powers that day, her usually doting father looked at her as if he had seen a ghost, backing away in terror and shouting, "Stay away, stay away!"
"Father, don't abandon me, don't abandon me!"
Her hands were engulfed by a burning flame, and she cried as she walked towards her father.
But what awaited her was her father's increasingly fearful and rejecting gaze, and the fully-armed knights of the Church who rushed over after hearing the news.
She escaped through the broken window.
She wasn't a witch, she wasn't!
As long as she could find a way to remove her magic and become a normal person again, would her father accept her again and let her return to a warm family?
With this strong desire, Grace began her journey of fleeing.
For the past few months, she had wandered like an injured stray dog between cities and villages.
Everything that the affluent life had brought her, the greatest kindness and expectations that she had for this world, has been shattered during this time.
She had witnessed the ugliest side of human nature more than once.
In a matter of minutes, an old woman with a kind face brought her rice soup to help her rest.
But the next moment, she brought the Church knights with her while Grace was still sleeping, cursing her as a damned witch, and smiling to the priest, begging for a reward.
If it weren't for her light sleeping and vigilance, she would have become a black ash under the stake a long time ago.
Wandering all the way, she felt like an injured stray dog,
Being approached by someone would arouse her greatest malice and suspicion because, in the next second, that person might reveal a knife from behind with a smiling face.
After months of being homeless, she finally understood one thing,
With her own strength, it was nearly impossible to find a way to eliminate her witch powers.
She was fortunate enough to barely protect her life during her journey,
Grace even saw firsthand the spectacle of a town where people gathered to burn witches.
People did not hesitate to hurl all manner of vicious words at one person, as if all the disasters and setbacks in the world were caused by the curse of witches.
The screams of the witches being burned by flames were like the key to a banquet climax,
People cheered and danced.
The girl turned around and vomited and wailed in the dark street corner.
Why does the world have such a great malice towards witches, what did they do wrong?She really didn't understand,
She only knew that she had to leave.
The Knights of the Vatican and some experienced priests seemed to have a natural sensitivity to the scent of witches. If one stayed in a place for too long, it would immediately attract their tracking and pursuit.
This was the experience Grace gained after surviving several close calls.
Yesterday, she was really hungry and accidentally exposed her traces while begging for food in Dingwall village. That led to her previous escape and encounter with the mysterious inn.
She touched the soft cushion beneath her and the hot water spray she had learned to use after fumbling for a long time before going to bed.
Everything was like returning to her once prosperous and carefree life.
But Grace knew that these were just temporary illusions.
Soon, early the next morning, she would have to return to the world she loathed, paying the price for narrowly escaping disaster.
Yes, the apostle of the devil asked her to bring back more witches.
But before that, she had to find out his purpose.
Even if she died here for offending the apostle, she would not regret it.
She quietly got up and opened the door. The corridor in the dim light seemed like it had fallen into an endless swamp, as if with just one careless step, she would be trapped in eternal damnation.
Perhaps, this was a trap deliberately set by the apostle of the devil to test her.
After all, the price she had paid was like a debt that had yet to be repaid.
If she wanted to know the exact answer, she had to cross this hair-raising swamp.
