Chapter 442

"This is really a city of freedom, with no taboos."

The three sisters wandered around the peripheral city area several times, but they just toured along the way and didn't do anything. In the end, Dorothy sighed with emotion.

The name City of Sin was naturally given by outsiders. The evil people in the city would never call it that. They were more willing to call this city the City of Freedom, because here, as long as you have the ability and enough means, you will obtain true freedom.

In fact, it is indeed free here.

Although the City Lord ordered that fighting was forbidden in the city, just like the situation where someone was lying down while walking that the Home Witch saw on the street before, this prohibition of fighting was more like forbidding fighting and then being discovered.

Therefore, here, transcendent evil people who possess special abilities and can kill without a trace are truly rampant and reckless, enjoying their freedom of power.

Along the way, the three sisters saw evil people walking directly into other people's homes, eating other people's food, playing with other people's wives, and beating other people's children, but the male owner just sat at the door with empty eyes, numbly listening to the crying of the woman and child in the house and the evil person's proud and rampant laughter.

The strongest emotion the man could express was just burying his face in his hands, sobbing silently.

He, a mortal, was truly powerless in the face of such transcendent evil people. Even if he tried to resist with full anger, he would only end up sending his life away.

Of course, perhaps some people would say that rather than living so cowardly, it's better to die generously. But if his own life is gone, it's gone. But if he, the pillar of the family, is really gone, what will the wife and children do later?

By then, it won't just be these transcendent evil people bullying his family. None of the neighbors are easy to deal with.

In the end, the evil person walked out of the house, looked at the cowardly man at the door, spat disdainfully, cursed him as a coward, dropped a copper coin on the man's head, and then walked away proudly.

The man looked at the copper coin that fell from his head, and a flash of uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes for a moment, but in the end, he held it back and sighed.

This is also the rule in the city. Giving money doesn't count as coercion; it counts as a transaction.

The man just numbly threw the copper coin far away. He wouldn't take this kind of money even if he starved to death.

It was just that he didn't want it, but there were plenty of people who did, and the copper coin was quickly picked up by someone else.

In other families, some male owners or female owners also numbly took the money from those evil people, and some even had fawning smiles on their faces.

Then these people, with some hesitation, finally walked firmly to the homes of the neighbors who couldn't bear it and tried to resist. Afterwards, there was a commotion, and the screams of women and the crying of children were vaguely heard....

And encountering evil people who just play around and leave like this is even considered lucky here. Some evil people drop a few copper coins, then kick away the woman who is hugging their legs and begging bitterly, and then take a child away from that house.

Some evil people walked out refreshed, but there was no movement in the house, and it was dead silent.

Some houses were filled with the smell of meat, and then a few white bones were casually thrown out of the window, and then carried away by the wild dogs on the side of the road.

It's strange to say, the people in this peripheral city area are all sallow and thin, but the stray dogs are one by one plump, with oily and smooth fur.

All kinds of sights, this is indeed a city of demons, a true human purgatory.

And watching these, the three sisters had different reactions.

Alice, the youngest, was already burning with anger. She wanted to go up and beat people several times, just like she had done for a month before. The little witch still had a sense of justice.

It was just....

"This is your family's territory. The City Lord is your uncle, and the Deputy City Lord is your mother. Alice, do you think you can completely solve this problem? Besides, such things will be too common after you become an armed witch later."

Dorothy stopped this angry sister, then asked this with a smile on her face.

Afterwards, Alice fell into silence. Then the little witch's eyes began to be confused, and the whole person fell into a downturn at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And looking at her sister's sudden depression, the Home Witch felt a little unbearable, but in the end, she didn't comfort the little witch.

If Alice were really a mortal, she would still think that this was just a 13-year-old child and shouldn't see these things.

But Alice is a witch, and a witch who aspires to be an armed witch. Then she will see these things sooner or later. Contacting them early is not a bad thing.

Compared to the accumulated bones under the brilliant floating islands of the witch world, the misery of this City of Sin is nothing. Witches who live in the sky like gods can't see the various sorrows on the ground world.

If Alice couldn't even accept this, then after she graduated from the Witch Academy and left the protection of her home and school, and came into contact with the real witch world, her days would be impossible to live.

Recalling some of the things she saw when she was wandering with Adam in her childhood, Dorothy sighed.

Really, if it weren't for the "Oath of the Heart" protecting her original heart, she would have long since been worn out, she didn't know into what.

"So, it's better to be a Home Witch honestly. Don't be idle and worry about things that don't concern you. That will only bring trouble to yourself."

Overly overflowing kindness will only make one suffer, and the helpless reality can only make people sink into despair. The world of adults is never as simple as black and white. If you want to live a good life, you must always learn to persuade yourself.

The Home Witch lowered her head and looked at the hammer in her hand, then shook her head.

Such faith could save her hometown in her previous life, but it was ultimately not so suitable in the witch world. After all, equality for all could still be understood, but wanting to make humans and ants equal is a bit of a fantasy.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is so cruel. It's better to accept reality early.

Not all traversers can be saviors. With her ability, at most she can have a home, and then have fun at home.

Otherwise, what else can she do? The butt determines the head; this sentence is the truth.

After all, my own compatriots haven't even eaten their fill, so where would I have the leisure to care about the life and death of other races?

No matter how noble the faith is, it cannot save the witch world. The bottomless appetite of witches cannot be satisfied by you drawing cakes here. This is like a beast that must hunt when it is hungry. The witch world is hungry, so it naturally wants to fight externally. This is the theorem of the Western Universe.

Perhaps you can say that eating vegetarian can also live, but is it reasonable to ask a carnivorous beast to eat vegetarian because you feel sorry for the herbivorous animals? Who will seek justice for the grievances of the plants eaten by the vegetarian animals?

Even if there are beasts that really listen to you and eat vegetarian, but then they are eaten by other beasts that don't eat vegetarian because of malnutrition, who is to blame for this?

In the cold universe, there is only the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest.

That morality, order, justice, and evil—these are just the self-deception of that small group of intelligent creatures who don't have to be hungry and cold anymore.

The freedom of the weak is actually limited to choosing a way of life for yourself. As for whether you live happily or not, the strong don't care, the world doesn't care, and the universe cares even less.

In the Western Witch World, if you really want to be a savior, there is only one way.

That is to become an omniscient and omnipotent god, letting everything follow your will. By then, all problems will no longer be problems.

So....

"Good sister, hurry up and stand up."

The Home Witch looked at Di Di Nisha beside her and thought to herself.

After all, if you ask who in the Western Universe is closest to omniscience and omnipotence, it is naturally the Three Kings of Witches.

"Dorothy, why are you looking at me like that?"

Noticing the gaze of the sister beside her, Miss Shepherdess also turned her head, scratched her face, and determined that there was no dirt on her face, so she asked.

"Nothing, just want to ask what you think of these."

Dorothy naturally couldn't tell the truth, so she just asked.

"This just further confirms my view that there is no way to save oneself by relying on such a group of ignorant guys."

Di Di Nisha was as usual, although the various tragedies encountered along the way also made her feel unbearable. After all, she was also in a situation no different from this group of people not long ago, and she was almost burned to death by the church's witch hunters.

Perhaps it was this empathy. She almost made a move several times at the beginning, but in the end, she held back, and even became calmer and calmer as she went on.

"Dorothy, you haven't herded sheep, so you might not be clear. Actually, some sheep in the flock are far stronger than hungry wolves. It's just that even if they are so strong, when facing the wolf's attack, they will only tremble and not fight back at all, even though they only need to be a little bolder, their sharp horns can easily pierce the wolf's skin and let those bloodthirsty beasts open their stomachs." (Magic world's sheep and wolves, don't bring them into reality.)

"But every time I herd sheep, I have a secret, which is that I will kill a wolf in front of the flock. The flock will fear me because of this. Afterwards, I will make wolf meat into feed and feed it to the strongest sheep in the flock."

"Slowly, I discovered that this group of sheep, which only trembled in front of wolves before, began to no longer be afraid, especially those strongest ones that had eaten wolf meat, and even followed behind me, taking the initiative to attack wolves."

"Later on, the entire flock didn't even need me to make a move. They would take the initiative to attack wolves under the leadership of those meat-eating sheep, and there were more and more meat-eating sheep in the flock."

"It's just that sheep are ultimately just sheep. Their courage is limited to this. Although my flock doesn't fear the wolf pack, they didn't dare to move when they encountered a leopard before, until I killed the leopard again, and this flock regained its courage."

"The flock is such a creature. They are harmless by nature, have power but dare not use it, but they naturally possess the nature of admiring the strong. They will instinctively follow the winner. If you win, they will follow you, but once they encounter a new enemy they haven't seen before, they will hesitate again until they confirm that you are still the winner."

"The flock will only and only dare to follow the winner forward. Their courage is limited to this."

Miss Shepherdess didn't directly answer Dorothy's question, but told such a story.

After the story ended, she looked at the slums in front of her and sighed.

"In my opinion, this is a group of the most primitive sheep. They need the shepherd who represents victory to give them courage."

"But, Dorothy, sheep are sheep. They will only follow the winner. Relying on them to defeat the church is unrealistic. They can at most become your supporters, not power. When you face danger, the flock cannot be relied upon."

Di Di Nisha was actually looking forward to the view that man can conquer nature that Dorothy said before, but in this slum, she couldn't see any hope of conquering heaven.

Just like the flock she led, which could eat lions and tigers, it was useless when facing the church's witch hunters.

Of course, this was also because she wasn't strong enough and couldn't maintain the winner's persona when facing witch hunters; otherwise, the violent flock could actually drown that witch hunter squad.

But what's the use of this? The most powerful flock is only good for bullying the weak, not helping you break through the limit. That flock is only good for bullying the weak.

Having suffered a loss on the flock, she didn't want Dorothy to follow in her footsteps.

If she were given another chance now, Di Di Nisha would definitely kill some sheep to eat meat herself, and then make herself stronger. She discovered that what she could truly rely on at critical moments was herself.

Only when she wins can the flock have the courage to follow and win.

Dorothy: "....."

Go, what kind of sheep are you? Why are they so ferocious?

After listening to this good sister's words, the Home Witch blinked her eyes somewhat confusedly.

She always felt that the sheep in Di Di Nisha's mouth and the delicious lamb skewers in her impression weren't the same species.

It was just....

"Humans and sheep are ultimately different. Humans have thoughts and emotions, while sheep don't. For sheep, their own survival is the most important thing, but for humans, there are always things that are higher than life."

Dorothy gripped the hammer in her hand tightly and murmured in a low voice.

Although this faith couldn't save the Western Universe, if it was just to let the people at the bottom have less suffering, this was enough. Then what was there to struggle about? This wasn't reality, just a big dream in the Witch's Night. It's not a big problem to be rampant in a dream for once.

The Home Witch thought to herself, then stopped acting as a bystander. She chose to enter the scene, walked straight to the door of the man's house from the beginning, and knocked on the door.

"Hello, can I take a little of your family's time? May I ask if you want some faith? It doesn't cost money anyway, how about believing a little?"

... Home Witch knocking on the door with a hammer...