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Chapter 245 Anger
Chapter 245 Anger
Bokbojin chuckled twice: "I didn't say anything, I just said that we can rescue people up ahead, and I happened to have brought some clothes and medicine with me."
He pulled a leather bag from his pocket: "This is legitimate; it's registered with the Ministry of Magic!"
"That's really rare. Perhaps this is the only item in your entire shop that is a legally registered product with the Ministry of Magic."
After Ryan charged through the railing, orbs of light rose up around him, illuminating the darkest and deepest areas.
It dispelled the darkness and brought light.
At the end of the cave, three or five people, dressed in rags and with unkempt hair, reacted by reaching out to block out the light, for they were afraid of it.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
A gentle voice rang out from behind the light, and then the sphere that brought the light transformed into feathers of light, showering them upon them.
"I—don't feel pain anymore!"
"I can move again!"
"Thank you, sir. May I ask if Mr. Ryan remembered us?"
The last voice to speak was a woman's, weak yet polite, but it was this politeness that made Ryan want to cover his face.
Little did Burkeborg know about Ryan's inner thoughts. He speculated based on his own assumptions that Ryan must have felt a great sense of accomplishment at this moment because he had saved many people and created many futures.
It's fair to say he completely misunderstands Lane's frustration and regret, because it's always been this way throughout history; no one cares about a Squib lying on the side of the road, and the life and death of a Squib are not even as important as that of a Muggle.
Because Muggles have special protection laws and laws of secrecy that all wizards abide by, while Squibs do not have these.
So he cleared his throat: "You have been oppressed, exploited, and treated unfairly, used as experimental subjects. Nobody cares about any of this."
He suddenly raised his voice: "But! Some people disagree! Mr. Lane Welsh believes the world shouldn't be like this! The lives of the Squirts shouldn't be like this either! Everyone has the right to pursue their own interests!"
"His promise will bring redemption!"
Even Bokbokin was moved by his own actions. He didn't forget to take out food, clothes, and water from his bag and distribute them to the rescued dud.
Those whose physical ailments had been healed and whose wounds had been removed, even with tears in their eyes, took the items from Bockborgin's hands.
"Mr. Ryan—we—"
The rescued man choked back tears and kept kneeling down to kowtow.
Ryan hurriedly helped them up. Fortunately, the illuminating orb had already turned into feathers of light, otherwise the rescued people would have seen the unnatural look on their savior's face.
"It was my mistake and my fault that I failed to discover everyone's predicament in time, failed to prepare all the necessary countermeasures at the beginning of the incident, and failed to enable you to live a better life."
He didn't want to ask these people why they wanted to make dirty money, because if he had done everything right, no one would choose to work with a dark wizard.
Perhaps these people couldn't wait, or perhaps they had other ideas, but ultimately, he brought them into the wizarding world. He should support them as they continue on this path.
It is absolutely not about giving birth but not raising, killing but not burying.
But just because he doesn't want to ask doesn't mean these people don't want to talk.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," the only woman among them said weakly. "I just wanted to learn magic—I just wanted to save my child."
"I had been away from the wizarding world for a long time. My life wasn't wealthy, but as a working-class person, I was quite happy. But, but my child suddenly contracted a terminal illness—"
"The doctors all said he was beyond saving."
"But my child is only five years old, the cutest, most adorable little angel—"
As the woman spoke, she paused, gasped for breath, choked up, and tears streamed down her face like raindrops.
Ryan felt as if a mother was grabbing him by the collar and slapping him repeatedly.
"At that moment—thanks to you, I saw hope—my husband and I discussed it and took all our savings—"
"But those savings—we couldn't exchange them for Galleons at all. After the fairies took the money, they told me to go back and wait for their call. I waited for so long, so very long—"
The mother clung tightly to Ryan: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't wait any longer—my child—my husband, my family—"
"Please give me another chance. Don't hold this lapse in judgment against me. I will follow the Ministry of Magic's instructions and wait patiently. Please."
Throughout her account, she made no mention of being abused, no mention of her family's situation, and no mention of what a working-class family would face after losing all their savings.
She was just saying that her child was going to die, and she was afraid that the Ministry of Magic would hold a grudge against her and make her lose hope of saving her child.
She spoke with great humility, helplessness, and fear.
Ryan felt a throbbing in his temples, a burning sensation in his chest, and he could even hear his heartbeat growing increasingly rapid.
"Madam, please believe me, no one will doubt a mother's heart because of this. If you trust me, I will contact St. Mungo's and have their professional physicians heal this innocent life."
"Your savings will also be recovered. If possible, I hope I can provide some compensation for your imprisonment by the dark wizard."
He found his once-proud speaking skills utterly ineffective, and he had no idea what to say.
"I don't need it, I don't need it—I just want my child."
"Of course, of course. I promise I will save him. I swear."
Upon hearing Ryan's promise, the mother's hand suddenly loosened, losing all strength, and she smashed straight into the puddle.
He felt the fire in his chest was about to erupt, but fortunately, as he was helping the mother, he noticed that she was still breathing very faintly.
"She should have—fallen into a coma long ago." Burke Bokin took out a black hand bone. When the hand bone touched the mother, it emitted bursts of light, a sign of impending death. However, considering that Ryan's face looked very bad, he changed his words and changed death to coma.
"I'm just holding on because of a stubborn obsession."
"Bockborg, can I trust you?"
Even though he had just said that Bockborg could be entrusted with important tasks, Ryan asked again with greater emphasis.
He was supporting the unconscious woman, his head bowed so that Bojin couldn't see his expression.
"Bokin will always be loyal to you, sir."
Bockborg knew this would be the greatest opportunity of his life, and he did not hesitate for a moment.