Chapter 1441: The skirt is so beautiful, why can't I wear it?

"This direction." McGonagall listened carefully and walked through the alleys in all directions. Judging from the panic, it was supposed to be a frightened young girl who screamed in the slums of the city. The big probability is that you are in danger.
McGonagall was very fast. He stopped at the intersection of an alley. Although he hadn't seen anyone yet, the screams were very close and people should be nearby.
"No... you don't come over, please don't come over..." The frightened female voice came from the side.
"It seems to be behind this." Amy had already pulled out the wizard's staff and said with enthusiasm pointing to the alley on the right.
"Yes, it's in this direction." McGonagall nodded, put Amy on the ground, and walked lightly toward the alley.
At this moment, a small black shadow suddenly passed silently over the high wall, flashing past them from McGonagall, like a kitten jumping off the high wall.
"you……"
At the end of the alley, there was a frightened male voice and a crisp sound from the weapon on the wall.
However, the sound of the fight stopped momentarily, and with a slightly dull down sound, accompanied by a terrified scream.
"what"
McGonagall turned Amy into the alley and saw a tall orc with half of his pants lying on the ground, his hand licking his throat and licking his throat. His eyes were wide, and there was no breath, fatal wounds. It is the wound at the heart.
Very neat and professional killing method, although the orc reacted, but still can not make the most effective resistance.
In the corner of the side, a messy girl in clothes was shivering in the corner, a petite voice back to McGonagall, a few drops of blood from her claws pricked from the fist, a little embarrassed Watching the girl comforted: "Are you okay? The bad guy is dead, I should be a good person."
The girl heard the words and looked up at her, and the fear suddenly decreased by half.

Hey?
McGonagall looked at the familiar back in the black night dress and the white-white beast, a bit strange.
"Sister Connie, how are you here? Is it lost again?" Amy had a strange look.
"Boss, Xiaomi! How are you here?" The petite orc girl turned and looked at McGonagall and Amy. The expression looked even more strange. The expression shouted: "I... I just came out for a walk." It’s not lost.

"Is it? I almost believed it. We passed by here when we got home," Amy said, then glanced at the orc on the ground. "But the bad guys are killed by you, so we don't have bad guys. It’s a pity.

"We passed by the streets outside and heard the girl's cry coming in." McGonagall also said, unbuttoning his coat and walking to the human girl who curled up in the corner.
The girl looked like a 13-year-old, and her clothes were violently smashed. There was a red slap in the pale face, and the clothes were gently covered on her. Softly: "Little girl, You don't have to be afraid, I am Meg, the owner of the Mimi restaurant. This is my daughter Amy. The girl who saved you is the employee of our restaurant. Let us go home."
The warm coat with body temperature draped over the body, and it drove away the cold, and the wandering clothes brought by the broken clothes. The girl looked up at Meg, the uncle’s smile looked gentle, and there was a small one. The cute little girl of the angel, the fear in my heart suddenly decreased.
And...Mimi restaurant? Isn't that the famous restaurant? Is this uncle the owner of those restaurants?
"Yeah." The girl stood up against the wall and reached out and grabbed the collar. The pale little face was still difficult to hide her fear, and her eyes avoided the orc body lying on the ground.
"Let's go, let's get out of here first." McGonagall sideways, helping the girl to block the body on the ground, and with the soft light from the top of Amy's stick, walked with the girl toward the street outside.
Connie put away her claws and quickly followed Meg's pace, fearing that she would fall behind.
"What is your name? Where does the family live?" McGonagall walked to the right side of the girl and asked softly.
"Kelly, my family lives in front and turns to three lanes." The girl stretched her finger to the front and whispered.
"Well, you don't have to be afraid, it's a bastard, we will send you to your doorstep." McGonagall looked at the girl who was still trembling, and her heart was not a taste, even the city of chaos, still There are girls who face various kinds of illegal infringement.
"I... I shouldn't go out at night, I just want to buy a sugar for my brother..." Kelly cried a little.
"Kelly, it's not you who are wrong, but the dross that is doing evil through the darkness." McGonagall stopped and looked at Kelly's eyes. "Going out at night is the freedom you deserve, not the dross that hurts you." reason."
Kelly looked at Meg's eyes, some confused, and some moved. She never listened to other people's words, just like the teaching she always heard: to pack yourself tightly, don't go out at night...
It seems that all the sinful mistakes are because they wear a skirt that reveals the calf, or they are not able to return to their homes before dark.
"Yeah, the skirt is so beautiful, why can't you wear it? The stars at night can be seen well, and you can't see it at home." Amy nodded and said, "As for the bad guys, kill them all." Enough."
Kelly looked at Amy's confident appearance, and she couldn't help but feel envious. She didn't even have the courage to do so.
"But there are quite a lot of such here. I have met many of these days." Connie interrupted.
Kelly silently, living in a slum, often hears the unfortunate stories of some girls. A girl like her, in the face of other ethnic aggressors, has no ability to resist.
"Do not worry, this situation will definitely change, so that the girls can go out in a skirt and see the beautiful night and the stars." Meg said with a smile, and there are already some thoughts in his heart, since the city government is unable to manage the northern slums. The night safety, then let him do something.
Kelly was sent to the door of the house. She had just knocked on the door. They had already been opened. A two- or three-year-old boy swayed into Kylie’s arms and shouted at her sister.
"Come on, eat sugar." Kelly released a fist that was squatting and handed a very ordinary cane sugar to the little boy.
"Sugar candy." The little boy was happy holding the sugar.
"Kelly, what's wrong with you? Who are they?" A middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man walked out of the room, looking at the coat, the hair was messy, and there was a red slap on his face. Kelly, who printed her, quickly kept her behind her and stopped in front of Meg.