Chapter 117 A woman decided to commit a crime. A good boy decided to murder a...

One ordinary night, long gone, a woman decided to commit murder.

She is just an ordinary woman.

The sun came up again, but there was still no sunshine.

Minnie habitually buried her face in the quilt after a night of body heat. The heat rushed up into the quilt, and there was a faint fragrance of grass and trees in her nose. She slowly opened her eyes. This was the usual smell of Keith.

They grew up together, their homes separated by only a small road.

When she was very young, her mother taught her how to make homemade soap before she died.

Keith can make them himself, but since he joined the Palace Guard he's been very busy, so most of what he uses now is made by her.

She nestled deep in the fragrance of the grass and trees. She had never seen her mother, Keith's mother, who was also her mother.

Gradually regaining consciousness, she remembered the decision she had made last night. Yes, she decided to commit murder.

The depths of her eyes were filled with emptiness. The black vortex in the quilt was sucking her in little by little. She did not move.

Keith often advised her not to make decisions at night because she would definitely regret it the next day.

She struggled out of the whirlpool, the white light stung her eyes. She didn't blink, and felt a sore sensation.

What a pity, there is still no sunshine today.

She got up, put on the new dress Keith had bought her not long ago, and folded the quilt.

She was barefoot, and the floor, which had not been stepped on all night, was still too cold, and her toes curled up.

She slowly walked to the simple fireplace and squatted down.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a gentle knock on the door, and from behind the door came Keith's gentle question, "Minnie, I heard the sound. Are you up?"

"Keith, I want to eat broad bean porridge today." She knew what her lover wanted to ask, this was their tacit understanding.

The lover outside the door fell silent, as if hesitating about something. After a while, he said, "Okay, we're out of broad beans at home. I'll go to the market to buy some." After a pause, he reminded, "Wait for me to come back."

Minnie stared at the sparks on the fireplace, her eyes soft: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

The sound of my lover leaving was in my ears, and the warm fire seemed to be burning for some reason.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to feel the heat as well, but unfortunately, it didn't.

Is her life really so bad that it's worse than death?

Obviously, her life was not to this extent in the eyes of others. Her life was even envied by others.

Did she pray often for herself, for Keith, and for others?

Yes. She often kneels before the statue of the goddess of mercy, begging the deity to look upon her, to see the world, to love her children again.

She stood up straight, went to the bookshelf behind her, took down a yellowed book "Beautiful Poison Hemlock", and opened it.

Had she ever done anything good in the past that she could be proud of?

Yes. She helped three poor women escape their cruel husbands, she helped five children find their way home, she helped Keith sort out his future, she helped Keith's mother find her mother's belongings...

Has she done anything wrong in the past?

Yes. Her birth killed her mother, though the man she called her father didn't care. In fact, as far back as she could remember, he'd only mentioned her a handful of times, each time complaining that she hadn't given birth to a boy. When she was eight, she accidentally knocked over some honey her father had stolen, and it was Keith who was beaten in his place. When she was ten, she witnessed her stepmother kill her father. Her stepmother, her hands covered in blood, stared at her from afar, her eyes as if to say, "See, isn't this what you wanted?"

Is this also her sin? Minnie raised her head, showing a little doubt. Is her father's death also her sin?

She witnessed her stepmother's hanging, and she still can't forget the look in her stepmother's eyes before she died. There was no fear of death, no regret for killing her husband, only indifference and numbness. Only when the rope was really around her neck, taking away her breath bit by bit, did she show pain.

Would anyone grieve for her stepmother? She didn't know, at least she didn't.

Then, will anyone feel sad for her?

Yes. Keith.

Or someone who heard her story and was willing to sigh for her. After all, most people would not refuse to listen to a person's life story at her funeral, even if it was just a pretense.

If this is considered sad.

She closed the book in her hand. Her past was too ordinary. In this place, it was ordinary enough to be lost in people's sorrow.

She lifted her foot and put it back in place, her heel touching the ground again. She turned her head and stared at the open pages of the book on the table.

She has always been a good and obedient child. She listens to her father, her stepmother, Keith's mother, and Keith...

So, she lived much better than most female civilians in the country.

"Divine Commandments" says that God has given everything to man, and everything you have belongs to God. You must cherish everything you have and everything that belongs to others. You must not kill anyone, regardless of his life or your own. This is a serious crime.

The current Pope once recalled that those who commit self-destruction blaspheme the divine authority and shall not be entitled to a church funeral, shall not be guided by the Holy Light of the Goddess, shall not sleep under the seat of the Goddess. Their souls will fall into eternal darkness, shall not be buried in the cemetery, shall have their hearts nailed to a hawthorn stake, and all their property shall be confiscated.

But does anyone really know what the world is like after we leave?

There is no meaning in life. Many things in this world are meaningless, including death.

Minnie obediently put on her shoes, cleaned herself up, and changed the water for Nuo Baizhao in the house. She stared at the still beautiful petals for a long time without moving her eyes.

Keith, Keith...

From childhood to adulthood, whenever she showed any hesitation or wavering, he would run over and hold her hand.

A long time ago, and even now, she had imagined what Keith's life would be like without her.

All the answers seem to be the same: he will live a better life than he does now.

Thinking about it this way, she should be insignificant.

After what happened a few days ago, even though Keith was there to block her out, she could still hear some unpleasant rumors. Fortunately, Keith didn't hear them, otherwise he would have been very angry.

Keith was a very good lover, it was her fault.

If one Minnie is gone, there will be another Minnie. Keith deserves a better Minnie, not a Minnie like her who thinks nothing matters.

Fortunately, her lover didn't know she was such a person, otherwise, it would be too hard for her.

What would Keith be like without her? She wouldn't have to dwell on what the captain of the palace guard had done to her, nor would she be laughed at because of her... In short, this was something she had been planning for a long time, and the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

Perhaps, she loved herself more than her lover, so she decided to leave her lover behind and go to a world where no living person had ever set foot.

Here, there, which of the two places will be happier, only God knows.

Maybe, she could see Keith's mother there and tell her that she had come to see her before Keith, and tell her what a wonderful person Keith had become; see her mother and ask her why she had chosen to marry her father and give birth to her, when it was obvious that everything was meaningless.

No, she couldn't see them because she was in darkness.

Well, at this time she had to admit that she might meet her father and stepmother. Although she didn't want to see them, there was nothing she could do if she really saw them. Among the people she knew, only the three of them had committed serious crimes. But the first sentence she would say when she saw them would definitely be, you see, none of you won.

The spring pansy finally blooms again in winter.

Good girl Minnie decided to commit a crime. Good girl Minnie decided to murder herself.

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Hope is the most expensive thing in the world.

The streets were sparsely populated, and the wheels rolled across the white ground, drawing two straight lines. Vifiya looked through the gap in the carriage window without saying a word.

The women were dressed lightly and stood at the porch early in the morning. Occasionally, one or two tightly wrapped women would run by in a hurry. They looked at each other, at the sky, and at the ground. They no longer "smiled". Their eyes were empty and they looked lifeless.

Vifiya withdrew her gaze and leaned back on the soft chair. Somehow she felt very uncomfortable. It was not her who caused all this, and she had no obligation to save anyone.

Isidore and Arnold, who were sitting opposite her, saw her expression and were waiting for the moment when she would really make up her mind.

She lowered her eyes. Five days had passed since she had agreed with Avril to inquire about the imitation sapphire necklace for her. They had just returned from Maan Palace.

As usual, Isidore and his companions did not refuse her request. In order to verify her guess, she invited Isidore to go with her this time, but in an invisible way. The result was as she expected.

Avril noticed his presence, and he also noticed something different about her.

"She is indeed just an ordinary human, but there are several chaotic magic balls running around in her body. The strange thing is that each ball of magic does not collide with each other, achieving a delicate balance." Isidore said.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Do you still remember Xiu Fooleira?"

Vifia nodded, and Arnold glanced at him. "The one who later entered the black barrier of Joko Village?"

Isidore didn't refute. "It's him. The Fiorella family is one of the four great families in the magic world. Their combat magic is different from ordinary combat magic. They require the tempering of the body, forging the body with magic. Even if the magician has an affinity for magic, it is an extremely dangerous process."

"An ordinary human being, forced to cram in magic that doesn't belong to her, and forced to adapt to it, has to endure far more pain than the magicians of the Foorella family."

If Kaharun saw this, he would be amazed that such a person could survive until now.

"If I'm not mistaken," Isidore carefully recalled the direction of the magic ball in the princess's body. "In severe cases, even when she was walking, her body would be pulled violently."

Vifiya lowered her eyes and did not make any comments about her body. After all, at that time, when she used her body, she could feel pain that was different from that of an ordinary body.

A body like this was used as a killing weapon.

She took a deep breath. In this life, Avril did have the intention to kill the king. Before leaving today, she even invited her to join.

I really don't know whether she really trusts her too much or doesn't mind that she is a noble from another country.

However, because she was summoned to the palace by the king at short notice, Avril did not answer the questions she had agreed to ask.

Just as Vifiya was about to speak, she saw a familiar figure on the street out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and saw it was North.

After thinking for a moment, she stopped the carriage and asked North to get in.

The surprise in North's eyes had not faded as she carried the bamboo basket. She saw her current employer, the Marquis of Casely, move aside, leaving a seat big enough for one person to sit on.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Weifeiya, who probably guessed why, said, "Come up, I allow you to sit here."

Hearing this, North secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The cushion was softer than she had imagined. This was her first time sitting in this kind of carriage.

She clutched the bamboo basket and lowered her head.

They had saved her life, and there wasn't much she could do for them. She could only do her job well and try not to cause them any trouble...

"Where are you going?" her employer asked. "We can give you a lift."

In Iskana, it was not safe for a girl to go out alone, and the weather was cold. Vifiya's eyes fell on her. Although she was taller than her, she could still see the girl's head and her slightly straight waist.

"Don't be nervous," Vifia added.

North looked up, her eyes were a little red, and she did not hide it: "My Lord Marquis, you should know that I will go out when I have my own time recently."

Her brown eyes suddenly dimmed, and a bitter look appeared on her lips. "Yesterday...a friend passed away. She...she asked me to return the potatoes she owed to Chengdong Minnie."

Tears fell one by one, and a handkerchief appeared in front of her eyes. North hesitated, slowly stretched out her hand, and whispered: "Thank you."

The soft sobs, which finally turned into unstoppable sobs, echoed in the carriage.

Arnold shouted to the driver outside the carriage: "Go to the east of the city."