Chapter 35: Heroic Rescue of the Beauty

As the blood‑colored petals drifted on the wind and fluttered across the sky, like a beautiful and grand rain of death blossoms, they gradually turned into energy particles and vanished.

Fulade's corner of the mouth twitched faintly, feeling a slight thread of displeasure.

"Sir, just now—" Famic came to Fulade's side and said in surprise.

"That one~"

Fulade turned his head to glance at the stunned Famic and, with a nonchalant, slightly disdainful tone, said, "I've been studying those witchcraft scrolls you collected these past few days, got a hint, and combined it with the Blood Race's blood energy for a trial." (PS: from now on refer to themselves as Blood Race) "Didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"Sir, this is a witchcraft system that has never appeared before!"

Famic clearly didn't notice Fulade's slightly disdainful expression.

He was still immersed in the huge shock of Fulade having created a new kind of witchcraft.

Although the level of blood witchcraft Fulade released wasn't very strong, at best it barely reached the level of advanced witchcraft.

But it's a new energy system! And it was devised in just a few days, how could that not astonish Famic, a Witch?

Without further paying attention to the still‑shocked Famic, Fulade turned and walked toward the badly scarred little girl.

At this moment, Ge Lei Te's large, tear‑clouded eyes stared blankly at the young uncle who had suddenly appeared and saved her in time.

When she was lifted, tears slipped down involuntarily, and she clutched Fulade tightly, sobbing loudly.

Fulade, somewhat helpless, held the dirty‑looking little girl, whose runny nose and tears kept smearing onto him.

Clearly the stimulus and pressure today were overwhelming, so after a fierce bout of crying, her tense spirit relaxed and, unknowingly, she leaned in Fulade's arms and fell asleep.

Looking at the pure‑skinned yet somewhat dirty little girl in his arms, Fulade recognized that this was how Ge Lei Te looked in her childhood.

The only puzzling thing was that they hadn't yet encountered the candy‑house witch incident a year later, yet they were captured by other witches a year early.

One must admit, a tiny wing has already begun to show its power.

At the same time, Famic released the little boy Han Seier from the cage.

Fulade gave the boy a once‑over; although the boy still looked a bit shaken, his gaze was unusually bright, staring intently at Fulade.

After hesitating a moment, the little boy suddenly stepped before Fulade and pleaded:

"Uncle, you were amazing just now; may I learn your skills?"

"Then when I face those bad guys later, I can protect my sister and my family."

Seeing the boy's unusually eager eyes, Fulade gave him a deep glance, thought briefly, and said, "We are friends of your mother. If you want to become strong and protect your family, you can go find your mother."

After speaking, he ignored the bewildered boy Han Seier, turned and handed the little girl Ge Lei Te to Famic, asking her to take both of them back.

Watching Han Seier glance back repeatedly, Fulade knew that after this incident Alide'anna would certainly choose to join.

Even if not for herself, she must consider her child's safety.

After all, life only comes once; in this town of Ogusberg where the Dark Witch runs rampant, even she cannot constantly guarantee her child's safety.

As Fulade turned to leave, a spread witchcraft scroll laid on the table caught his eye.

After a curious glance, Fulade decisively picked it up and turned to walk out.

Because it recorded a single line: "Blood Moon descends."

This reminded him of the Blood Moon over Jianjiaocun, and his intuition told him that the Blood Moon concealed a significant secret.

Seeing that it was still early, Fulade didn't hurry back.

Instead, he followed a forest path to the small town of Ogusberg. He came here because he recalled from Witch Hunter that a White Witch Mina should still be hidden in the town of Ogusberg.

However, this witch's age should be quite young.

In Witch Hunter, Mina never appears older than thirty.

But as an extraordinary Witch, especially a White Witch, this type skilled in medicine and support can greatly delay aging and preserve appearance, far surpassing the Dark Witch.

Witches generally live far longer than ordinary humans; reaching a hundred, even two hundred years isn't an issue.

So by the timeline, White Witch Mina shouldn't be the same age as the Han Seier siblings; she should still be a child.

As Fulade wandered the town, he indeed discovered Mina's whereabouts.

Following the direction of the sound, he saw a girl about seventeen or eighteen stepping out of a bustling tavern.

The girl had silky golden hair that reached her waist, swaying casually with her slender, supple waist.

She wore a yellow, cinched‑waist linen dress underneath a beige top, which lifted her still‑full bosom high, looking very alluring.

The girl's skin was very fair, unlike that of a typical town girl.

At that moment, a hint of panic flickered in her eyes as she hurried toward home.

When Fulade arrived, he happened to see a group of three or four thugs clearly dressed as ruffians, cornering the girl in an alley and constantly harassing her.

"Hehe, dear little beauty, where are you going? I'm just offering you a drink, why are you running so fast."

"Step aside, I'm trying to go home." the girl kept dodging the reaching arms and said.

Though her eyes were frantic, she was not afraid.

She lifted her head, stared at the thugs ahead, projecting an unafraid demeanor.

Fulade found the scene rather amusing and wanted to see how the girl would save herself—perhaps by using witchcraft.

But the next moment made Fulade couldn't help but find it somewhat funny.

"Help, help, save me! Wuwu~" the girl suddenly shouted for help to the passing crowd on the street, disregarding everything.

Seeing this, the thugs' expressions changed; they immediately surged forward, covering the girl's mouth and trying to forcibly abduct her.

Fulade had expected the girl to use witchcraft to save herself, but instead she began a fierce struggle, her long legs kicking instinctively, her expression extremely panicked, showing no sign of using witchcraft.

Moreover, Fulade could fully sense that the girl's panic and struggle were purely subconscious, not pretended.

"Stop!"

Though puzzled, Fulade's strike was not slow.

Since it was in a town surrounded by onlookers, Fulade didn't act overly unusually.

He moved at a steady pace, rushed forward, first rescuing the girl and shielding her behind him.

Just turned around and began a scuffle with these few hooligans; rather than calling it a fight, it was more like he was playing with them.

Although he didn't show too much of the supernatural, to him the few people's movements were full of flaws, as if in slow motion, utterly ridiculous.

After just a few exchanges, Fulade, finding it boring, knocked the few people down with three punches and two kicks.

(End of chapter)