The Friday Without the Master (6)

"...In the name of the omniscient and omnipotent one, the great Bucky... I, the apostle of the great omniscient and omnipotent Bucky, can save him!"

Solemn, sacred, and seemingly carrying a hint of mystery.

The dark night, the streetlights, the chaos, the eyes of the gathered crowd, and their bated breaths.

The grief of a woman looking at her husband.

At this moment, the man wearing the Carnival Mask seemed to have become a ferryman of souls, leaving an unforgettable impression on everyone... probably.

However.

"Isn't this the troublemaker from earlier? Don't come here and cause trouble!!"

"Get lost!!"

A crowd surged forward and directly shoved the man in the Carnival Mask away, then continued their noisy discussion. It was nothing more than speculation that, under these circumstances, the man who had been shot could probably only return to the embrace of the Lord unless a miracle occurred.

"Listen to me, you'll be punished by the omniscient and omnipotent Bucky for this... Ouch, don't hit me, don't hit me!! Not the face... Who touched my Old Second!!! Ouch..."

Bucky crawled out of the crowd in a sorry state. Protecting the Carnival Mask on his face with one hand, he hurriedly crawled in front of the wealthy woman holding her husband and said quickly, "Listen, ma'am! Your husband doesn't have much time left to live. You should know that yourself. Why not let me try at a time like this? What if I can save him? If you refuse, you'll become the murderer who caused your husband's death!"

"Beat this charlatan to death!"

"Wait..." The wealthy woman hesitated for a moment, then quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes and grabbed Bucky's arm tightly. "You... you can really save him?"

Bucky had intended to nod, but suddenly remembered Miss Maid's