The Holy Right of a Comic

While praying, her heart gradually calmed down, and finally mustered up her courage again, and found the stairs leading to the second floor from the corridor.

She dawdled her pace a little bit, and after Abby walked back to her bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed in relief.

"Huh... that's great, luckily my uncle didn't find out, don't you think so, Yog!"

Patting his flat chest, Abby placed the teddy bear in his hand on the head of the bed, talking to himself and chatting with the little bear.

But soon, Abigail hesitated.

My uncle has always treated me very well. If my uncle hadn’t adopted me, I would have starved to death two years ago. Isn’t it bad for me to deceive my uncle like this?

Abby gradually became worried. She is a kind-hearted and good child. Although she is sometimes naughty, under the good education, let her know that one should not lie or repay favors.

It's just that Lavinia doesn't have any friends in the town, and everyone is avoiding her, saying that she is abnormal, and Lavinia must be very sad too.

If she, as Lavinia's friend, couldn't play with her or play games with her, she would be sad too.

He could neither deceive his uncle nor betray his friendship with Lavinia. For a while, Abby felt restless and didn't know what to do.

"Well... there is..."

After thinking about it, Abyss' eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately had an idea.

In order to be able to play with Lavinia, she had to hide some things from her uncle, but she could use other methods to please her uncle and make him happy!

After having an idea, Abigail immediately acted.

...

"Boom boom boom——"

In the bedroom, Roy, who was reading a book by candlelight, heard a knock on the door, and said without raising his head, "...Come in, Abby! The door is unlocked."

"Squeak—"

The Atsugi door was pushed open, and the wind blowing in outside the door caused the candlelight of the oil lamp to flutter. Roy put down the book in his hand and looked towards the door. After seeing Abby's clothes, he was stunned and asked with a smile :

"...What's the matter, Abby? Why don't you go to bed so late?"

The little girl who was only twelve years old was wearing a pure white pajamas at this time, and her brilliant golden long hair was loosely scattered.

The pajamas were made of light chiffon, with the sheer lace, and the little girl's delicate skin and her slender white limbs could be seen from the seams of the clothes.

Abigail was holding the teddy bear in her hand, she lowered her head, her toes without socks were wriggling on the ground, and said with faint anxiety and expectation: "... Uncle, I, I'm a little scared, Can't sleep at night."

"... Just now, I dreamed of something strange."

Abigail lowered her head and whispered.

What she said was a lie and it wasn't a lie. She had indeed dreamed about some strange things, but it wasn't just now.

"Have you had a nightmare, Abby?"

Roy put down the book in his hand, got off the bed, walked slowly to Abigail and squatted down, gently rubbed the little girl's delicate face with his thumb, and asked in a warm voice.

"Well, I had a terrible dream."

Abigail said coyly, her cheeks turned blushing, it seems bad to deceive my uncle like this, but... but my uncle likes cute and well-behaved children, as long as I become cute and cute, my uncle will definitely like me more.

"Do you remember what you dreamed about?"

Roy stood up, took Abby's little hand, walked to the bed and sat down, saying softly.

···························································

"I, I can't remember, I just remember that there are so many strange colors, I don't know how to describe it at all... By the way, there are so many strange doors, I saw a lot of doors in my dream."

"...And inside those doors, there are still weird 'bubbles'."

Abigail put down the bear doll in her hand, opened her hands and tried hard to describe the dream she had had to Roy.

It was something Abbie never told anyone else, and that was that she always had dreams of similar circumstances.

"The door and Bubble... Well, it is indeed a very strange dream, so what are you doing to find me so late, Abby?"

Roy sat Abby on the edge of the bed, and he went to the table to make her a glass of warm milk.

"I...I want to sleep with my uncle...I won't be afraid if I sleep with my uncle."

...................

Abigail took the milk and sipped it. She timidly raised her head to look at Roy, then quickly lowered her head and said in a whisper.

Seeing the little girl's cute and cowardly face, Roy opened his arms and smiled and said, "...So it's such a trivial matter, okay, then sleep with uncle."

Abby put the finished warm milk bottle on the table, hugged Roy with his petite body, buried his pretty face in his arms, twisted his body and closed his eyes.

Roy blew out the oil lamp beside him, and said in a low voice, "...good night, Abby, have a good dream!"

"Well, good night, Uncle!"

Abby, who buried his head in Roy's arms, replied in a low voice.

...

The days went on like this, without any change from the day-to-day in Salem for the past few decades.

It was the same at Roy's house. The only difference was that Abby had let Roy hug her to sleep since that day.

On this day, Roy and Abigail were sitting at the dining table preparing to have breakfast. Abby closed his eyes and clasped his hands, praying:

"Thank God for giving us such abundant food, and thank the Lord for giving us the peace and joy we can have today. We must inherit the teachings of the Lord, be people who love others as ourselves, and forgive others. Amen——"

Just when Abigail finished praying and was preparing to eat, the door of this western-style building was suddenly knocked hard, and an anxious voice came from outside:

"...My lord pastor, are you at home, my lord pastor!! Someone, someone is possessed by a demon!" Ten.

Chapter 151 Witch Hunt

There was an anxious knock on the door, and under Roy's signal, the maid Tituba opened the door, and a man in his thirties stumbled in with plain clothes.

"Don't panic, tell me what happened."

After hearing Roy's gentle words, the panic-stricken man suppressed his expression of fear and panic. He swallowed, tried his best to consider his words and said respectfully:

"...My lord pastor is the mayor's granddaughter. She suddenly danced a strange dance there like crazy. The mayor called a doctor, but the doctor couldn't figure out what it was."

"Then something even more terrifying happened. Besides the mayor's granddaughter, some other children also started dancing. Those... those dances looked very weird, like the dance steps of a demon."

"...A lot of townspeople said it was possessed by a demon!"

The man explained to Roy what happened outside in logical language, and then he glanced at Tituba, who was a black man, with dodge and disgust in his eyes.

Of course Roy noticed the man's expression, but he didn't care. He just stood up and said, "... If it's a demon, then as a pastor, I should go and have a look."

"...Abby, you stay at home and don't go anywhere."

Roy turned his head and ordered Abigail.

The girl in a long black dress, showing a pair of smooth white legs, shook her head vigorously and said: "...Uncle, let me go with you, I, I am scared at home alone."

She said she was scared, but judging from Abigail's expression, she just wanted to be by Roy's side more.

At this time, the townsman also said: "...Master Priest, let Abby go with you, the devil may have come to the town, and there may be a witch here!"

"...It's too dangerous to leave Abby alone at home, but if you're by your side, the devil won't dare to disturb you!"

He complimented Roy and said.

And the townsman also showed envy in his eyes looking at Abby.

As a little girl whose parents both died, Abigail herself had a hard time even if she wanted to survive.

But she happened to meet Roy and was adopted. Not only did she live a life of a master, such a little girl was also called a big girl in the town.

"Well, what you said is also reasonable, Abby, then you can go with me, but don't talk nonsense when you get there, understand?"

"I know, Uncle!"

Abby said obediently.

"Then Tituba, you can stay at home and watch the house!"

"Yes, master!"

...

Roy took Abigail and the townsman to the church, and the townspeople were chattering along the way.

"I'm so sorry, my lord pastor, you didn't even have time to eat."

"It's nothing. If it's really a demon, then as the Lord's priest, I should be more vigilant. However, you mentioned the witch just now, why did you mention the witch?"

Roy's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly.

"It's the Whatley family, you know, that family came to Salem not long ago, and they don't know why they came here, even if the townspeople tell them to leave, they wouldn't want to!"

"...that family is mysterious every day, and they don't go anywhere. Even the girl named Lavinia who comes out occasionally looks very gloomy. The Witch of the Forest!"

"And after this family arrived, something like this happened in the town. Who knows if it was related to them. They stayed in Salem and never left, and they didn't know what they were going to do!"

The townsman said bitterly, his tone full of resentment, as if he had found the culprit of the incident, and blamed all the crimes on the Whateley family.

Abigail, who was following Roy and held by his hand, wanted to say something, wanted to say that Lavinia was not a witch, she was his good friend, but after hesitating for a while, she remained silent Didn't say a word.

Because my uncle said, tell her not to talk nonsense.

Not long after, several people rushed to the church. In the church, including the granddaughter of the mayor, a total of seven children showed symptoms of madness.

These people behave strangely and are always dancing strange dances. The townspeople whispering around think that it is the dance of demons. They must be possessed by demons and are attracting other demons to come.

After seeing Roy, the townspeople all showed joy, and the mayor ran up to Roy anxiously, and said with tears in his eyes, "...Master Pastor, you are finally here!"

"... Please take a look at my granddaughter, is she, is she possessed by a demon!"

"There is only one child in my family. Her parents died early. You must save her!"

Looking at the tearful mayor, Roy comforted him: "...your granddaughter will be fine, Mr. Mayor, let me see it first!"

The others quickly moved out of the way.

In the church, seven children were tied to chairs. They looked weak and seemed to have their own consciousness, and each of them showed a look of fear.

"These children don't know what's wrong, they suddenly dance wildly, and they don't get tired. We are afraid that they will exhaust themselves from dancing, so we tie the children here..."

Some townspeople couldn't bear it, and wiped their tears.

The other townspeople also looked terrified. The strange scene of the seven children dancing earlier deeply stimulated them.

Roy walked up to the children, and he squatted down to examine them carefully. He first recited the words of the Bible, and then asked the only doctor in the town: "...are they not sick? "

The doctor shook his head and said respectfully: "...Master Pastor, I have checked them, and these children are not sick."

Roy nodded.

This is actually ergot fungus. When it invades the human body, it will cause a strange "dancing sickness". The patient will dance unconsciously until he is exhausted to death. There were traces of this disease in the Middle Ages.

And in this place where modern medicine is not yet developed, especially in North America, of course this kind of fungal infection cannot be detected.

Therefore, this kind of strange disease will be regarded as the cause of the devil, and it is precisely because of this kind of behavior that religion is popular.

This fungus mainly lives in rye, and the Pilgrims in North America were very poor, and they just ate rye, and children had weak resistance, so they got sick.

This is the truth about the Salem witch incident in history.

But Roy will not tell the truth.

After inspecting the seven children, he stood up with a serious expression, and said solemnly to the townspeople: "...these children are indeed possessed by demons!"

"...This demon is contagious. It must have been lurking around us in 4.6. Such a demon cannot appear out of thin air. It must have been summoned by certain people, certain wizards, and certain witches!"

"We need to find that wizard or witch and destroy it, so that the demon can go back to hell!"

boom----

As Roy's voice fell, the church exploded.

People were discussing with horror, exposing each other who might be a wizard and who might be a witch.

The distortion and madness suppressed in human nature, the distortion and madness that had to escape to the North American continent because of being oppressed by the Roman Orthodox Church, will be completely liberated here.

A witch hunt is about to start vigorously in Salem.

Abigail shrank her neck in fear. She hugged the little bear 'Yog' tightly in her hand, and looked around in fear.

Who is the witch?