Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

"Just say what you want," Joyce said bluntly.

The two were walking home when Mr Hunt said:

"Master, we haven't finished our mission today."

That's right, the purpose of this trip was to look for an opportunity to act in order to digest the potion, but was caught up in the matter of the Barron brothers and sisters... But Joyce did not intend to give up, he said:

"It won't take long to fight a gangster. The battle will be over tonight. I can still afford to delay in just one day."

Mr. Hunt knew that Joyce had made up his mind, so he reminded:

"Small gangsters are of course nothing, but there must be a lot of children who are disabled by them. How to arrange these children who have no ability to survive is the biggest problem."

"Yeah, I'm thinking about that too." Joyce echoed, and then asked, "Is there no child welfare agency in Bayam?"

As a military aristocrat, he didn't know much about these civil aspects, but Mr. Hunter, who was a housekeeper, seemed to have a draft in his heart, and he replied:

"Yes, but there are very few institutions that are really willing to help the lower class people and even the indigenous people, not to mention a large number of children with various disabilities. No welfare institution will dare to accept them, because they will be dragged down."

Joyce knew that these were all facts. If he hadn't encountered them, he would probably just listen to them as a story, but now that he had witnessed them with his own eyes, and at the same time he still had the ability to take care of them, pretending If he turns a blind eye, he can do it, but he doesn't want to...

This world is already crazy enough, even the end is only twenty years away, shouldn't these children be given a chance to live until then!

I'm not a god yet...Joyce finally made a decision: "I will personally donate a thousand pounds to welfare institutions that are willing to accept these poor children."

"Young master is kind."

Mr. Hunter praised, and then stopped talking.

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Eight o'clock in the evening, late at night, but people are not quiet.

There are no police in the neighborhood to drive away unidentified people. Many workers who have worked hard all day are walking home exhausted. Homeless people, beggars... The roads are full of hopeless people at the bottom.

The former adventurer Pablo was mixed in, and his uncontrollable thoughts swirled.

When he was an adventurer, he had been glorious and confident, but since all his companions died and he was the only one living alone, he began to slump and spend all day drinking to numb himself.

Hearing Baron's story by chance, I don't know if it was a conscience discovery, or what, I suddenly cheered up and regained my previous passion and dreams.

However, he doubted Joyce's self-confidence. He didn't think that only two or three people could defeat a whole gang... However, he still came as promised.

Joyce did find a helper, two of them, Gattuso and Hulk... They looked very powerful, but their strengths were still very different. How to fight... Pablo was very disturbed.

"Master, please give me a stutter. I haven't eaten for three days."

A little boy who was not tall surrounded him, yelling and tugging at his sleeve.

"Go away!"

Pablo yelled sharply and chased the boy away.

Then he explained softly to Joyce who was walking beside him: "At this point in time, gang members are watching nearby, and we can't attract their attention for the time being."

Joyce nodded, expressing his understanding. He noticed that the boy had suffered a serious injury to his left eye and was blind.

On this street, there are not a few beggars dressed in rags, thin and short, and they are very skilled in begging.

They don't ask for money from people who look numb and tired, but from passers-by who walk and look straight ahead, with healthy complexion.

Those who ran to the front to ask for money were all able-bodied children. Once someone had a kind heart, several children would surround them and lead passers-by to see those disabled children lying on the ground, trying to get more kindness... …kindness measured by money.

"Those two men over there are gang members." The former adventurer Pablo pointed out.

Joyce looked in the direction of nine o'clock, and there were two men standing in the corner, talking and laughing, turning their eyes to the street from time to time.

Until after nine o'clock, the pedestrians on the road became thinner. The two men went to the street with stern faces and gave instructions, while the begging children consciously supported each other and were driven away from the street.

Joyce and his entourage followed closely behind. Those gang members were very vigilant and never noticed anyone following them.

Finally, the group of children walked into a dilapidated two-story building.

Afterwards, children were brought back here one after another. From a rough look, there were at least a hundred of them.

"We'll go in and rescue the children, and you can just watch out and meet them."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Joyce turned to the former adventurer Pablo and told the battle plan.

It is said that it is a battle plan, and it is all to praise these gangsters with no quality. In simple terms, it should be, I got on, and the other side is gone.

If it wasn't for these gangsters to gather the children together so that they wouldn't have to look for them one by one, Joyce would have done it in the daytime.

But Pablo was very surprised by this: "I'm not a coward, and if I have one more, I will have more strength. The gangsters inside have guns, so they are not so easy to deal with!"

Joyce dismissed it, explaining:

"I know, that's why you need to watch the wind outside. If there is an accident, you can notify us in time. In this way, even if it fails this time, you can avoid casualties, so that you can continue to rescue next time."

The former adventurer Pablo was still dubious, but Joyce's self-confidence and majesty forced him to make concessions and agree to the plan.

Joyce turned his head, looked at the three of Hunter, left the hiding place, and walked towards the opposite two-story building without any concealment.

They say they are mobs, and they all praise this group of gangsters. They don't even have a guard guarding the gate, and their own base and lair are not fortified at all!

Maybe it's because they don't think anyone will come here to make trouble... That's right, who would sacrifice their lives for an irrelevant child!

Unfortunately, they met the "fool" Joyce.

All the way to the gate, Joyce and the others were not found, let alone encountered obstacles...

Already hearing the noise and greetings inside, Gattuso stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The voices in the room suddenly became quieter, and soon someone opened the door. It was a strange man with a swollen face and a strong smell of alcohol when he spoke:

"Who are you and what do you do?"

Gattuso sneered, "I'm here to talk to your boss about a deal."

The man opened his eyes and looked at Joyce and the others. He didn't recognize them at all, and cursed:

"Who are you? If you want to see the boss, you can see the boss. Get lost!"

Gattuso's face was sprayed with spitting stars, wiped off gently, and said with a grin:

"I am your grandfather!"

Immediately, with a sweet heart, he kicked the drunk man in.