Team villains except me

Chapter 438 Extra: Olimela

As Garcia was on his way home carrying fifteen bags of gold coins, he was stopped by a child.

He felt vaguely that the child was familiar.

"Hello."

A clear and childish voice.

Garcia found that this was a little girl dressed in a very neutral style, and he recognized her as the child who was hurt by the drunkard.

Her expression was no longer numb, but lively and agile. The girl spoke crisply with a sense of certainty.

"You don't remember me?"

"remember."

Garcia squatted down and spoke gently.

"I remember you."

"Oh, I don't want you to remember me. I always make a bad first impression. People always hate me."

"I don't hate you."

Garcia repeated.

"I think you'll be a brave kid."

The girl didn't expect him to say that. She hesitated for a moment, but finally made up her mind to introduce herself.

"Hello, my name is Olimela. I was the one who sent you to the Temple of Medicine. Your wound was terrible, and my father wanted to kill you and pretend it was an accident, but I sent you to the Temple of Medicine first.

I don’t mean to blackmail you, but I did save your life, you see…”

Olimeira's eyes kept glancing up at the bag Garcia was carrying.

Naked desire and humble gestures, undisguised displays of weakness and moral threats.

Garcia didn't feel disgusted, he stared at Olimeira deeply and thought she was so brave. She could get money so directly with appropriate reasons, she didn't seem weak or shy at all, she only made people feel disgusted, not pitiful.

He is much better than he was before.

Garcia looked straight at Olimeira. The warm yellow light of the setting sun shone on Olimeira's eyes. There was an uneven patch of skin on the corner of her eyebrow, which was an unhealed wound.

Her eyes were brown. In the twilight, they shone with a clear light, like a leopard with sharp teeth.

"Olimera, my name is Garcia. I am willing to pay you."

Olimela breathed a sigh of relief. She showed a special favor for the word "salary". For this reason, she asked for a lot less copper coins.

Yes, copper coins.

In her self-consciously blackmailing demands, Olimeira's figures were measured in copper coins.

Garcia pursed his lips. He didn't really understand why he was helped until the end of last month. Because he wanted to help Olimela now, very much.

“I can give you more money…”

"No need. You don't have to feel sorry for me, and don't try to make me do anything weird. I won't agree to it."

Olimela immediately showed a very strong aggressiveness. She raised her hand, and her exposed forearm was engraved with scars that had not yet scabbed over.

Garcia pursed his lips tightly. He knew who had caused these scars, he knew, he had felt it.

The brightness of dusk appears so briefly.

Soon, the sky darkened and Garcia's shadow vaguely overlapped with Olimeira's shadow.

Garcia took the initiative to distance himself from Olime.

"Olimera, I don't mean to hurt you. I can give you a lot of money, but I want to know what you will do with it. I want to know how you feel about your father and...what kind of help you need."

When Garcia finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little scared.

He knew how lucky he was to have the ability to forget, he knew how much help he had received to get out of his own world, and he knew how rough and difficult his previous life had been.

But the prerequisite is that he wants to get out of this situation. He is madly and determined to welcome a better future.

He hoped that Olimela didn't have to go through his suffering, but if Olimela didn't think so at all, if Olimela still believed that her father could change from a violent drunkard back to a normal person, if Olimela still expected that, then he really... had no way out.

Garcia's expression changes are not difficult to guess.

Olimela saw Garcia's expression through the dim skylight. She became particularly sensitive in a potentially unsafe environment, she was precocious and cunning, she could understand many difficulties that adults could not solve, and she could also see the changes in Garcia.

She suddenly understood.

She slowly approached Garcia and looked at him curiously.

"You...had the same experience as me, didn't you? That's why you suddenly went crazy and attacked my drunk father, because you were once me. Was that man also your father?"

"My grandfather's friend."

"Where are your father and mother? Why didn't they protect you?"

"I do not have."

"Oh."

Olimela uttered a syllable stiffly. She felt that this question seemed to hurt Garcia, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

"It doesn't matter whether I have it or not. Look at me, I'd rather have nothing than have it. Just now you asked me what I wanted to do with the money. I wanted to use it to buy oil, flour and fresh fish because I haven't eaten for two days. My mother is the same.

About my father, he was attacked by you, and the glass shards turned him into a cripple. He was afraid that my mother would leave him, so he didn't let her go out.

He chained his hands to my mother's. I sawed for a long time while he was sleeping, and finally the sparks woke him up, and he beat me up.

Olimeira showed Garcia her wounds, looking calm.

"So not having parents is not a bad thing. I hate my father and I sympathize with my mother. I don't love them, not even a little bit. As for what kind of help I need... I don't know. I'm still a child. You can help me think about it."

Olimeira didn't know to what extent Garcia could help her, so she gave the initiative to Garcia.

Garcia actually didn't know.

Children with parents could not join Angel Wings, and he could not adopt Olimeira. Her parents were still alive.

"I can give you some money every month..."

"What do you need me to do?"

Olimela asked Garcia skillfully. She was neither disappointed nor happy, she just looked at Garcia as if she was the one who paid.

"I'm good at cleaning a dirty living room. I can also cook dinner, but it's not delicious. If you have a conflict with someone, I can play a trick on him. If you kill someone, I can help you clean up the scene. I also know how to deal with stubborn blood stains, but this will cost extra."

"No conditions."

"No, that won't do. Then why are you giving me money? Are you looking down on me? If that's the case, I can write a thank-you letter to Abersig every month, thanking you for your kindness."

"I hope you have a better life than I did."

"You think better than I do. Do you think my life can be the same as yours? You are a teacher in Abesgar! Abesgar is a magic school for nobles! You are at least a magician, how bad can you be? You and I are incomparable. My life? What kind of life do I have? It's funny."

Olime pulled the corner of her mouth. Her cracked lips were torn apart by this action, and blood soon leaked out.

Olimela licked her lips and hissed in pain. Her mood suddenly became very bad because of the pain. She looked at the dark sky and seemed to suddenly remember something. She didn't want the money anymore and turned around and ran away anxiously.

Olimela ran very fast.

Garcia didn't know what was happening, but he instinctively ran with Olimeira.

Finally, Garcia saw Olimeira open a door and run straight in. He knew then that Olimeira had returned to her own home.

Garcia stood at the door, at a loss. He heard all kinds of noises coming from inside. The sound of things being smashed to the ground, the roar of a man, the cry of a woman...

The creaking sound of the door opening.

Olimela covered her face, opened the door and walked out. When she saw Garcia, she didn't look happy either.

"There's no dinner for you. Don't give me any money, it's no use."

The hoarse voice was filled with tears, and Olimeira's face was pale. She slammed the door shut, then took out a small box from behind a tree outside the house. In the box was only half a tube of medicine left and gauze that had turned yellow from repeated use.

Olimela loosened her grip.

Garcia saw that Olimeira's face was red and swollen, and there were blisters in some places.

It was a boiling kettle. The pattern was still imprinted on Olimela's skin.

Garcia didn't know what to say. The pain would not be relieved by words. Olimela just treated the wound in silence, ignoring him and any sounds coming from the house.

"…How much money can you give me?"

After casually applying the ointment, Olimeira looked straight at Garcia.

"A lot...how much do you want?"

Olimela said nothing. She looked towards her home, still weighing something.

"Since you have experience, Garcia, tell me, will a drunkard ever stop drinking? Will he stop beating people if he doesn't drink? Will he become a better person?"

"……I have no idea."

Garcia didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to say what was best for Olimeira. His understanding of the world and his grasp of human nature were even worse than Olimeira's.

Olimela rolled her eyes.

"Who asked for your opinion? I just want the answer I want to hear. You just need to firmly tell me 'no'."

"will not."

"You're like a frog. Poke me and say something. It doesn't matter. I've been wanting to do it for a long time anyway."

Olimeira's eyes were cold, and Garcia vaguely understood what she was going to do.

"Won't we be discovered like this?"

"It's better to be discovered. Otherwise, if he dies, everyone will think that my mother killed him. Anyway, I only have one life, so they can split it, half each, just right, and I don't owe anyone anything. It's not like I want to live. I begged them to come into this world."

"There will be a better way..."

"Then go ahead and talk. I'm listening."

Garcia fell silent. After a while, he used the communicator to call Elliott under Olimela's indescribable gaze.

……

After the call ended, Garcia repeated the best of both worlds method that the succubus had come up with.

Olimeira's eyes became brighter and brighter, but her momentum gradually weakened and she began to hesitate.

"Do you really want to do this? I..."

Olimela tried to hold her face, but the intense pain made her anger rise suddenly. All her doubts and softness were gone, and she now had only one question.

"What about the chain? The chain connecting their hands."

Olimela asked and answered her own questions.

"It's okay, this problem is easy to solve. Anyway, everything will be easy to solve if he dies."

Olimela never looked for answers from others. Her questions already had corresponding answers the moment she asked them. She was just persuading herself.

Garcia couldn't get a word in.

Olimela didn't want to keep him.

"Thank you, you have helped me a lot, so I don't want any money. I still have a lot of things to do, so please go back to your home."

Garcia did not move. He gave Olimeira half a bag of gold coins, and Olimeira looked at it and then bit the coin.

"Really? I thought it was fake."

Then she took a gold coin and gave the rest back to Garcia.

"One is enough. I will earn these gold coins myself in the future, so you don't have to give them to me."

Olimeira pushed Garcia out and turned around and went back home.

……

The method given by Elliott is very simple.

Olimela spared no effort to portray herself and her mother as powerless victims, but at home she would let her father get new injuries every day and then not treat them. Outside, she would say that she wanted to treat her father's illness, but her father only wanted to drink and beat her when she suggested seeing a doctor...

The fact of misalignment is also a fact, she did not lie.

The most difficult thing for her was to convince her mother, who had always been weak and could not protect herself or her.

"If you have to depend on someone, why not depend on me?"

Olimela said this to her mother. After a brief pause, her mother said nothing else and let her continue.

On the day when Olimelas' father died completely, the people around him had no doubts, they even celebrated for them - without a useless man, their lives would be better.

Olimela did not stay here. She quickly sold the house and left with her mother. When facing outsiders, she just cried and said that she was afraid of being reminded of the past.

She only told Garcia the exact time she was leaving.

But when Garcia arrived on time according to the time given to her by Olimera, Olimera had already taken her mother to sit on the magic circle.

"...Although you have helped me a lot, I still have to say that my life will hardly be better than yours. I may not be able to awaken magic, and even if I do, I may not be able to work at Abersgar.

But don't worry, if I live well in the future, I will come to you. I will return this gold coin to you then."

The magic circle gradually closed.

The wounds on Olimelas' face had scabbed over, and the large and small ones looked like irregular freckles.

Olimela smiled.

"Garcia, I will live a good life. Thank you for taking action at that time. I didn't ask for money when I sent you to the Temple of Medicine. I was outside begging the God of Medicine to let you live. I kept waiting until you walked out of the Temple of Medicine. I know your name, and I know you are a magician.

Although I don't know what your magic is like, I think it should make people happy."