Lower Street Adventure

That day, Melissa Moretti was deeply shocked. She had only gone out with friends, but ended up surrounded by thugs and nearly killed. Her seemingly beautiful and delicate neighbor...

Unexpectedly, he was so agile that he easily defeated the thugs who pounced on him in the blink of an eye.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Melissa saw Cecilia wearing a hooded cloak and carrying a bulging paper bag, as if she were returning home after shopping. Standing at the entrance of the alley, the afternoon sun shone on Cecilia's delicate features, bathing her entire body in a warm hue, making the scene look like an oil painting by a master.

Melissa had always been enamored with Steam and machinery, and had absolutely no appreciation for art. But even someone as oblivious as her had to admit that this scene was truly beautiful. However, the villains who quickly surrounded her ruined the beauty of the scene and made Melissa's heart clench tightly.

Run!

She shouted in her heart.

However, in the next moment, she saw Cecilia, who was as beautiful as a figure in a painting, suddenly raise her fair fist and swing it out with lightning speed, striking the throats of several thugs who had surrounded her with precision and sharpness. They immediately showed expressions of pain, clutching their necks and slowly falling to the ground.

The atmosphere in the secluded alleyway fell silent for a moment.

The villains and the three girls were all stunned.

Melissa was astonished, and Selena's mouth involuntarily opened slightly.

"That's amazing..."

Elizabeth's big eyes sparkled as she spoke in a childlike, exaggerated tone.

"Ah!"

Damn it!

"Don't run!"

"I can't see!"

Cecilia's figure moved gracefully through the crowd. Her movements were swift and Feather Fall; whether throwing a punch, kicking, or kneeing, she always managed to strike the thugs' vital points precisely. The thugs' attacks, however, were always a step behind her, only landing futilely on the afterimages behind her.

A dozen seconds later, the group of thugs who had just been swaggering around were lying on the ground, clutching their eyes, genitals, or throats, groaning and unable to get up.

Under the surprised and awe-inspiring gazes of the three girls, Cecilia brushed off non-existent dirt from her clothes, picked up the paper bag again, and looked at them, "Come on over here, what are you waiting for?"

Melissa and her two companions snapped out of their daze and carefully bypassed the groaning, writhing thugs on the ground before running to their side.

Wow, you're amazing!

Elizabeth rushed to Cecilia and praised her sincerely.

Thank you, Cecilia.

Melissa said, still shaken.

If it weren't for this neighbor's sudden appearance and rescue, the three of them might have faced unimaginable horrors today.

Cecilia smiled politely.

"Let's get out of here first."

She said.

Emerging from the alley and returning to Lower Street, the three finally relaxed as they walked Lower Street the muddy and dirty road, listening to the bustling sounds of people.

"Melissa, won't you introduce this powerful and beautiful lady to us?"

Elizabeth finally calmed her excited emotions and eagerly looked at her friend to ask.

"She is Cecilia Rondal, my neighbor, and our brothers work at the same company."

Melissa glanced at the girl beside her. Before today, her knowledge of Cecilia was limited to the points mentioned above; she had never known that this beautiful girl possessed such formidable skills.

Oh, right, Klein said she recently took a leave of absence from school, apparently because someone was bullying her... She's so capable, how could anyone bully her?

"Hello Cecilia, my name is Elizabeth. You're so strong! How can I become as strong as you?"

Elizabeth asked with a mixture of curiosity and envy, "I'm not that strong, I just learned some self-defense techniques from my brother."

Cecilia chuckled, then her expression turned slightly serious. "Also, don't go down to the Lower Street so casually in the future; it's too dangerous for you there."

"OK."

The group nodded obediently.

They walked forward together for a while and reached the center of Iron Cross Street. From here, they were truly outside the Lower Street area.

"You're safe here. I have something to attend to, see you next time."

Cecilia said goodbye to the three of them and turned to walk in another direction.

"She's so cool..."

Elizabeth watched her retreating figure and sighed.

Selena nodded repeatedly in agreement.

As for Melissa, after calming down, she suddenly had a question. Cecilia wouldn't let them go Lower Street, so what reason did she have to be there?

"You damn bitch! Don't let me catch you!"

In the alley Lower Street, the leader, leaning against the wall, walked towards his home. This afternoon, not only had he failed to make any money, but he had also been beaten. After barely getting up in the alley, they had no choice but to go home temporarily to let their injuries heal before making further plans.

He cursed the woman who had caused the trouble, struggling to move forward. His gang of henchmen, angered by his failure, were unwilling to let him take over, so he had to walk home slowly by himself.

As he approached his lodgings and could finally lie down to rest, a hint of joy crept into his eyes.

Just then, a gleaming blade flashed from the shadows around the corner.

A dagger had pierced his heart.

"Hehe.."

The leader's eyes widened as he saw the arm extending from behind the man, and a hooded woman. The calm face beneath the hood belonged to the very person he had just been cursing...

His strength was rapidly draining away, and he was unable to resist. He could only retreat along with the force of the other's arm, falling into a sewage pit beside the alley. This pit, filled with human and animal excrement and all kinds of garbage, quickly submerged his body. The filthy muddy water washed over his frozen, terrified face, completely engulfing him.

Cecilia, holding the paper bag, watched calmly until the other person's body had indeed sunk to the bottom before turning and walking outside.

No. 6, Daffodil Street.

"I heard a magnificent voice from the assembly, saying, 'Behold, the curtain of the Lord has descended upon the world. Be with them, be their God, and bear their sins...'"

Holding the Holy Bible, Luther softly recited the prayers written in Ancient Hermes Script. His expression was calm, but his tightly furrowed brows and occasional twitches revealed that he was actually not feeling well at the moment.

Intense pain pounded in his brain, and terrifying, insane voices echoed in his ears constantly. He forced himself to endure it until the sound of the Tide rose. The voices weakened slightly, but then even more bizarre sights appeared before his eyes.