I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Carson stood up and drank two sips of warm water in the bowl to suppress the burning hunger in his stomach. Then he added some firewood to the stove and lay down again.

He had to fall asleep as soon as possible so that he could have food to eat when he returned to the factory to work tomorrow.

"Da da da."

Rhythmic knocking sounds were heard at the door of the room. Carson turned over in surprise and sat up. He got out of bed and walked carefully to the door and whispered, "Who?"

"It's me, Pasha."

Carson opened the door quickly, and a dark figure rushed towards him and hit him in the chest. Carson quickly carried the figure to his bedside and sat down.

Pasha's face was extremely pale at this time, and large black and red marks were printed on his dirty cotton coat.

Carson opened his cotton coat and was surprised to see the bright red blood on the lining of his abdomen: "You...why are you like this? Where are your men?!"

Pasha had a wry smile on his face: "I was ambushed... Do you have anything to eat?"

Carson was also a member of his organization.

At the beginning, Carson was a tenant farmer of the plantation owner. After deducting the grain he handed over to the plantation owner, the remaining grain was not enough for his family to survive, and both the young and the old starved to death one after another.

He really had no other way out, so he joined Pasha's organization. Because his identity was relatively clean, Pasha arranged for him to enter the city to serve as a spy.

Occasionally his home also served as a temporary supply base, and he was considered a very core member of the Pasha.

Carson was a little embarrassed: "No... The food distributed by the factory has been getting less and less recently. We can't get enough to eat."

Pasha was not disappointed, he just nodded slightly and continued: "I can't treat this injury. Can you help me go to the church hospital and ask Miss Mi Wei to come over?"

Then he took out a small piece of gold and a silver bracelet from his cotton coat: "I'll give you the gold, go buy some food, the rest is yours. The silver bracelet is for Miss Mi Wei, it's a keepsake."

Carson did not refuse. He took the thing and nodded. He opened his mouth to say something when the sound of soldiers beating gongs to announce the reward was heard outside the door, making the atmosphere in the room suddenly awkward.

After a long while, Carson stood up and said, "I...I'm going!"

Pasha's lips turned a little purple, and he uttered a weak "hmm".

"Carson."

When Carson walked to the door, Pasha, who was half lying on the wooden bed, whispered, "We are all comrades. Comrades will not deceive or betray comrades, right?"

"Um..."

Carson responded softly, opened the door and walked out, and Pasha also closed his eyes to rest.

However, within five minutes, there were dense footsteps around the house, and Pasha opened his eyes with a very complicated expression on his face, including disappointment, self-mockery, guilt, and a hint of despair.

He stood up with great effort, drew out his rifle, pushed over the table, then picked up the sleeve of his cotton coat that was lying on the bed and began to wipe it carefully.

"Sir, please go this way."

"Sir, the rebel leader Pasha is in my house! He is injured and has no ability to resist..."

"Really? If it's true, your reward won't be reduced by a cent. If it's false, you know what I mean!"

The Pasha stood with his rifle raised, aiming at the light from the torch outside the screen window.

The trajectory of the flintlock rifle is actually somewhat random, and he doesn't know whether he can hit the target or not, so he can only try his luck. Anyway, if he hits, he'll make money!

"Yes, yes, yes. How dare I lie to an adult? That would mean I am tired of living!"

"Hmph, you know..."

"boom!"

"what!!!"

The man in the fire fell to the ground, holding his crotch and rolling around madly.

"grown ups!"

"team leader!"

After a gunshot, Pasha ignored the screams outside the window, squatted down and hid behind the table, methodically pulled out the cleaning rod and began to load the bullet.

"CNM!!! Shoot!!! Kill him!!!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Intensive gunfire rang out, creating countless holes in the wooden wall on the other side of the wooden door.

But Pasha hid behind the wooden table, and the kinetic energy of the bullet that penetrated one layer of the wall had been almost consumed by the time it reached the second layer, and it could not penetrate the table at all.

While Pasha was reloading his gun, his eyes were searching for a way out. Carson's house was not big, with no back door, only a front door and two windows.

The main door and its window can be ignored. His eyes are fixed on the farthest window. He pushes the table with both hands and moves to the window in a half-crouching position under the fire.

Pasha stood up, opened the window and was about to turn over and go out, but suddenly his vision went dark and he stopped where he was.

It was just this brief delay that allowed two stray bullets to hit his arm and thigh.

"Humph..."

Pasha groaned and managed to climb over the window and fall outside.

"Oh!"

The gunshots suddenly stopped and a loud noise was heard in the house, as if something had directly smashed the door.

Pasha got up and ran towards the backyard, preparing to climb over the fence. There was a sound of breaking air from behind, and a long sword with a green light pierced his body, pinning him to the fence.

"what!"

"Run! Why don't you run?"

A very attractive male voice sounded behind him, with a hint of mockery in the tone.

He was stabbed in a posture that required him to exert force. He could neither stand nor squat. Every slight movement would cause severe pain in the wound. Pasha spat out a mouthful of blood and reluctantly turned his head to look at the person who had captured him.

The man was wearing a magic armor that fit his body very well. The surface of the armor was covered with hollow inscriptions and magic arrays, which intertwined into exquisite and gorgeous patterns, which looked very noble.

There was still a faint smile on his handsome face as he looked down at Pasha, his emerald eyes full of amusement:

"Don't let him die."

Chapter 57 Mi Wei

At seven o'clock in the morning, Mi Wei, who had been praying until midnight, got up sleepily. She resisted the urge to yawn, quickly got out of bed, washed and dressed, and put on her headscarf and rosary.

Finally, she entered the monastery with other nuns and began to clean and sweep, aiming to welcome the goddess in the most perfect and spotless state.

"Goddess of life, we thank and praise you! When dawn breaks through darkness, all things awaken in the grace of the Lord. The new day is given by you. Infinite life belongs to you. We cannot control every second."

"At the beginning of a new day, we all remember your grace and give voice to praise in our hearts. Through the morning given by the Lord, our hearts are fresh, our spirits are fresh, and everything is new."

"..."

After praying, we went to the cafeteria to have a simple breakfast and gathered at 8 o'clock under the arrangement of the director, who assigned the nuns tasks for the day.

Some people would be assigned to prune the branches, while others would clean the yard. There would be almost no verbal communication during the process, because silence was the greatest virtue.

Mi Wei's task was relatively easy. She was responsible for concentrating on studying the goddess's books and understanding her teachings.

She has an excellent talent for light and a pure and kind mind. She is carefully selected by the Memrotoh Church to be the next Saint of the Goddess Church.

The other nuns would study the Goddess's scriptures after lunch at 10 o'clock, continue their unfinished work in the morning, pray before dinner, and hold another evening prayer ceremony after 8 o'clock.

The day passed like this, day after day, year after year.

Originally Mi Wei thought that she would spend her whole life like this, until the Grand Master sent an order to judge Astar, her peaceful and boring days were broken.

There will inevitably be casualties in war, and nuns and priests who can treat the wounded are naturally a very important support force.

In the end, the superiors ordered the priests to stay behind, while a larger number of nuns followed the church army.

It was under such circumstances that Mi Wei received the "enlistment notice".

This made her very happy. Although the dean and godmother said she could stay, she refused. Serving the goddess was the meaning of her existence, but saving the dying and the wounded was her ideal.

Of course, she actually has other thoughts deep in her heart. Since she was discovered by her godmother and brought back to the convent when she was young, the longer she lives here, the more curious she becomes about the outside world.

Going out without permission is strictly prohibited by the church. Those who are caught will be punished with solitary confinement and fasting at the very least, and in serious cases will be expelled from the church and can never be a devout believer again, because they have abandoned the most basic obedience.

Mi Wei, who has always been well-behaved, would not do anything to make her godmother angry. Now that she has a legitimate opportunity to go out, she naturally doesn't want to miss it.

Finally, the godmother was persuaded by her, and she entered the battlefield nun training camp as she wished, where the nuns would receive strict training from the old priests.

A person's magic power and power of faith will eventually run out, so they must learn how to coordinate with various external means to maximize and efficiently use their abilities.

It was not until several months later that their training was completed, and they were officially ready to set out with the gathered army of believers to join the main force.

On the last night before leaving, the godmother called Mi Wei into her room. She took out the church's exclusive emblem necklace and looked at Mi Wei:

"Reality is not as simple as you think. No matter how many dangers and difficulties there are, you cannot escape. Are you mentally prepared?"

Mi Wei looked at her with sparkling eyes and nodded: "Yes!"

The dean looked at her and hesitated for a moment, then finally put the necklace around her neck himself.

Then, she took out a silver bracelet from her sleeve, took Mi Wei's hand with her wrinkled hands and put it on her wrist, holding her hand and asked:

【All human lives are equally valuable, right? 】

"Ok!"

The dean's usually serious and stern face now looked very kind. She looked carefully at the child in front of her whom she had raised since childhood, and finally left a few words that Mi Wei could not quite understand before letting her go back.

When she officially set out to join the main force of the Holy See and embarked on the journey, she looked forward to bringing light to Astar amid the shouts of the Archbishop.

She saw with her own eyes what the believers outside the Vatican did to the villages along the way after they entered Olivia's territory.

I personally felt the bumps of the carriage occasionally running over corpses, and the wailing that surrounded my ears at all times.

She felt the fear when the villagers pretending to be dead rushed up with hoes and shouted "You are all devils" and splashed blood on her face.

Mi Wei suddenly remembered the last words her godmother said to her.

[However, on the battlefield, big principles don’t work. ]

[Heaven and hell, you have no right to choose, only the fate of being chosen. 】

For the first time, she felt as if she knew nothing about the war or what she was about to do...

However, she did not have time to investigate further. After arriving at her destination, Hendak, she was shocked by the large number of injured people. She and the nuns who were traveling with her immediately began the rescue work under the arrangement of the local priest.

Many of the wounds on the wounded were things Mi Wei had never seen before. Some had iron beads that had penetrated deep into the flesh and needed to be cut open to be removed, and some had half of their bodies blown to pieces.