Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

"These dogs have collars, so they don't look like strays."

When he looked at these dogs through the window before, he couldn't see the collars on their necks clearly. Now that he got closer, Blacklett immediately spotted the collars on the dogs' necks.

They are large in size and clean in appearance, and the collars mean that these dogs have owners.

So these are a few hounds that were deliberately released to hunt children like Heatherly as prey?

"Well, I guess I'm overthinking it. A few dogs are pretty common in this city."

"That little girl was just unlucky, so she was caught by these dogs."

"Forget it, forget it. I'm going to rest early."

After muttering a few words to himself, Heilite kicked the dead dog's body out of the door and closed the door.

The street that was noisy just now fell into silence again, and not a single light was turned on in the deep darkness.

After five or six minutes, several people walked out from the shadows. They confirmed that there was no one else around before slowly walking out.

"The sheep entered the house, and all four hounds were killed. We must report this to the master."

"Stupid, first identify the house and see clearly which house the sheep is in."

"That's right. That way, the master can find the nosy guy. Otherwise, we will be in trouble."

"Take the hound's body back with you as well. The adults might want it."

The figures in black cloaks walked out of the shadows stealthily. Several of them lifted the corpse of the vicious dog on the ground, and two of them moved towards Blacklett's door.

When the two men in black cloaks looked around at the door of Blacklett, they remembered the house.

A group of people then carried the bodies of the vicious dogs and walked into the dark alley. However, the physical strength of these people was obviously not very good. They were already out of breath after carrying several dogs weighing hundreds of kilograms into the alley.

"Do you need help? Let me help you."

Along with the sound, the bodies of the two vicious dogs were easily picked up.

Several men in black cloaks suddenly felt relieved. They looked up at the young man in black cloak in front of them.

"Ah, thank you. Hmm? Brother, have you just joined our 'Awakening House'? You look familiar to me. So where is Yali going?"

Blacklett, holding the corpse of the vicious dog in his hand, raised his head and grinned at these guys.

"Look familiar? Of course you look familiar. Didn't you just see me open the door..."

Then, a few screams were heard from the dark alley.

Looking at the corpse in front of him that turned into a purifying light spot and gradually disappeared, Black Light pulled out the Valkyrie's spear from the ground and walked out of the dark alley.

It was only when he opened the door, returned home and turned on the light that he discovered that there was a little blood on his body.

After taking off his clothes, Blacklet walked towards the bathroom, thinking about what the men in black cloaks had just said.

Awakening House? What kind of organization is that?

There are indeed some evil organizations and gangs in this chaotic city. Unlike the previous mobs, these organizations and gangs are obviously more purposeful.

Due to the war, the city's public security has long been non-existent.

The city was a haven for crime and murder, at least until the new lord arrived.

Criminals from almost every city have gathered here, and the Holy Church does not have much hope for this city.

With a steady stream of refugees and fleeing people, strange organizations and cults have gradually formed in this city. The name "House of Awakening" does not sound like a good place.

It’s a pity that those black cloaks just now were just stage one and stage two trash.

Their little bit of magic power is of little use to Black Light, who is now in stage five, but it is better than nothing. After all, it is experience points delivered to him by the other party.

Thinking so, Heilite pushed open the bathroom door, and as soon as he stepped in, he heard a scream.

"Ahhhh!"

Heatherly's bangs were dripping with water. She was squatting in the corner of the bathroom in a small vest, looking at Heilite, using her tattered clothes to block her body.

At this time, Blacklett also came to his senses and looked at the bathroom.

There was no steam, no water sprayed from the shower, the bathtub was empty and not filled with water, the lights were not on, and Heatherly's shoes and clothes were in the bathroom.

"Well, don't blame me. The bathroom was so quiet, there was no sound or light, not even the sound of running water. Even if you put a pair of slippers at the door, I would know there was someone inside."

Blacklett stood there confidently, with a righteous look on his face.

Heatherly, who originally seemed to feel that she was bullied by Blacklett, was a little confused. She thought about it.

Well, what the pastor said was indeed correct. I did not turn on the spray or the lights, and I put my slippers in the bathroom. I was wiping my body quietly, so there was no way from outside to know that there was someone inside.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Reverend Sir. It's my fault."

Heatherly apologized, and Hewlett was satisfied.

"So what? Tell me why you didn't turn on the shower? And why didn't you turn on the light? There's hot water here, so why didn't you use it? And the bathtub was just empty? And why did you put all these clothes in the bathroom?"

Blacklett crumpled up his blood-stained clothes and threw them aside, looking at Heatherly who was wiping the dirty clothes with a towel in a basin of cold water.

Although Heilite could see the wounds all over Heatherly's body, he did not ask about them.

Unfortunately, Blacklet doesn't know healing magic either.

Chapter 152: Give her new clothes and a hot bath

"Because I'm afraid of wasting Mr. Pastor's water. Turning on the light will waste Mr. Pastor's electricity, and if I go into the bathtub, it will dirty the bathtub. I used to use the water from the swamp when it rained, but Mr. Pastor's water here is much cleaner."

"If you use clothes as towels, you can wash the clothes at the same time, and it won't dirty the pastor's towel."

"Reverend, I can wash it clean. Look! This dress is much cleaner now. I just used a little bit of Reverend's laundry detergent. My clothes are much cleaner now, too. I can't show it to you, though."

Heatherly explained to Hewlett in a low but happy voice, her body curled up in the corner like a stray animal.

Even the cold water poured on her body made her shiver.

But Heatherly still smiled happily. She first washed her face and hands. The pair of feet exposed from under the tattered clothes were still dirty, and her toes were scratched by stones.

"But I don't like it."

Blacklett had a stern face, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Heatherly.

Suddenly, the smile on Heatherly's face froze.

She looked at Blacklett approaching with some confusion and nervousness, and shrank towards the wall behind her, but that was obviously useless.

"Come here, what's the point of taking a bath like this? You've thrown away your dirty clothes. I said I'd give you new ones. And bathing doesn't involve cold water and wiping."

"First turn on the light, then turn on the hot water, plug the bottom of the tub and then fill it with water."

"Throw these clothes of yours out in the end. I don't want such dirty things to appear in my house. Come here, I'll wash your hair."

Regardless of Heatherly's dodge, Blacklett pulled the thin girl over.

Turn on the shower, hold Heatherly's shoulders, and slowly increase the water temperature.

As the hot shower continued, black water began to flow on the bathroom floor.

"Pastor, Reverend..."

Heatherly wanted to say something, but Hewlett ignored her.

Sitting behind Heatherly, Heilite put some shampoo on her head and rubbed her hair.

Watching the other person's long hair being gradually washed clean and turning from orange to chocolate brown, Black Light scolded the little girl who was twisting and trying to escape.

"Don't move. I think you are about eleven or twelve years old. Don't you know how to wash your hair? Look at your hair. It's almost a bird's nest. Don't you understand that you should wash your hair before taking a bath?"

"Reverend, Reverend, I am not a child, I am..."

Heatherly gestured a number to Heilite.

"Ah? Hungry, then you look pretty cute."

Heilite's hands froze, and the only sound was the sound of water spraying.

After a minute of silence, Hewlett stood up from the stool without saying a word.

He opened the door and walked out without looking back.

"Well, wash it yourself. If you don't wash it clean, then wash it until it's clean."

How can it be? !

Blacklett's pupils trembled as he "escaped" from the bathroom.

How could a child that big still look like he was in his early teens? But when Heatherly was pinned down just now, she did seem to be quite tall.

I couldn't see clearly when I was outside before, but Heatherly was probably over 1.65 meters tall.

Blacklett pinched his chin. It was probably because of Heatherly's weight. Heatherly weighed only about 70 kilograms, and you could see the bones on her body.

Because it is so light, it looks very thin and always likes to squat or curl up like a hamster. It looks like an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

This was not surprising, as Blacklet had eaten garbage before and knew that hunger and malnutrition could indeed cause adults to look like children.

What's more, this city has been out of order for more than ten years due to the war blockade.

Although Heilite's life seems normal at this time, hunger and death are still spreading in the city.

Almost every day someone would starve to death or steal other people's food. If it weren't for the regular delivery of supplies by the Holy Church and some nobles, there would be no living people in this city.

In other words, what Blacklett did just now was not his fault, but the world's fault.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Pastor. I, I know you didn't mean it just now. Please, please, don't mind Heatherly."

Heatherly's voice floated out from the bathroom, this time it was not an apology, but a thank you.

"As long as you know."

Blacklet nodded, very satisfied with Heatherly's performance.

This way he doesn't have to explain his behavior, and it would be better if Heatherly could understand it herself.

"Then take a good shower and wash my clothes after you're done."

"I'll go find you some new clothes. They'll be left at the door later. You can take them yourself."

"If you shower for less than twenty minutes, you have to shower again. Do you hear me?"

Soon Heatherly's reply came from the bathroom: "Okay, okay, Reverend."