The surging river surged with white waves, flowing along the terrain and flowing into the land of the Demon Alliance.

As the river enters the Trafal Empire, the roaring water gradually calms down, like a supple and passionate woman, meandering on the plain, briskly creating soft bays.

The water surface is wide and calm, and the green trees are clearly reflected. The forests on both sides of the river are full of life with animals running around and birds singing.

It was an ordinary morning.

A house isolated by the woods on the river bank opened the door, and a young woman with a tired face walked out. She was probably in her twenties. She was not beautiful, and could only be said to be a mediocre-looking woman, but she spoke with the smile outside the door.

A tank of water concentrated on washing and caressing his cheeks lovingly.

Then, she yawned, took out a basin full of clothes, rubbed her dry eyes, and walked to the river.

The path under her feet was bumpy. She had to hold up her long skirt along the way, carefully avoiding the dirty water on the ground. She turned her body around, which made her waist look a bit exaggerated, but from the back, it was still

It's enough to confuse most men.

Stepping on the big stone that was half submerged in the water, I took out my clothes and washed them, and the monotonous sound of pounding clothes echoed from the shore.

While busy with what she was doing, she raised her head and looked around, looking a little absent-minded.

A long dress floated out with the water waves, and was caught by the young woman out of the corner of her eye. She hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the hem of the long dress stubbornly fell underwater.

"Why is it so heavy?" The woman frowned: "It's over, it's over, I don't know what was hung on it again this time."

This thing was so heavy that the young woman was dragged off the boulder, ran along the bank several steps, and almost fell into the river. But this long skirt was very important to her, and she refused to let go until her death.

Finally, the long skirt was no longer so heavy, and she gradually pulled it up.

But it wasn't just the long skirt that was exposed on the murky yellow water, there was also a column of water rising up, with a vague black shadow wrapped in the middle.

The young woman sat slumped on the sand on the shore with wide, frightened eyes, her lips trembling and unable to make a sound.

The water splashed down and the black shadow revealed the truth, it was a person, or a demon in human form.

Strands of long hair were scattered across her face, and only half of her eye was exposed through the gap. The look in her eyes was unlike anything a human could have, and a direct ray of it could scratch someone's skin.

He held a long sword in his right hand and dragged the long skirt backwards with his left hand. He took one step and another, and walked towards the young woman. The young woman huddled up in a ball, with tears shining at the corners of her eyes. She didn't know what would happen, and she was unable to escape.

dodge.

The long skirt was thrown to the ground, her left hand grabbed her collar, and the sword was raised.

"Don't... kill me." The woman closed her eyes and finally made a pleading voice: "Please..."

After a "pop" sound, the woman felt a few drops of warm liquid splash onto her face. She hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see that the person holding her collar had fallen sideways, and there was still sand beside his mouth.

There was a shocking blood stain on his dress.

Run away! The first thought that flashed in her mind was to run away. But now her feet were weak and she had no strength...Shouting for help? There are few people here, and the nearest town is ten miles away.

She covered her mouth tightly, with frightened tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the body with panicked eyes.

Although they were tattered clothes, they had fine embroidery patterns on them. She had seen clothes of this style before. This was the military uniform of Demon Alliance Army officers. Ordinary officers could not wear this kind of fabric.

There is also a long sword in his hand and a dagger inserted in his boot. All these things indicate that this is an officer... he should be an officer! In the battle between gods and demons some time ago, the river often brought the bodies of soldiers in front.

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Recognizing the general identity of the other party relieved the young woman's fear a lot.

After thinking for a long time, she reached out her hand and gently moved away the wet hair stuck to his face. Her movements were very cautious, for fear of alarming him. A pale, heroic face appeared in front of her eyes... His eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were closed.

It was dark, and my body was very hot, and I was shivering.

"He's injured... so scary..." She exclaimed as she glanced at the wounds on his body that were turned white and turned white by the river water. She should report it. There is a mayor in the town ten miles away, and he should let him know.

If he handles it, he can still get a few copper coins as a reward, right?

"Injured officer... man..." The young woman hugged her knees and started to start.

An hour later, the unconscious "officer" was dragged back to the hut by the young woman on a frame tied with a wooden stick. There were several intermittent traces on the path.

The river bank was calm again.

The young woman was busy cleaning the "officer's" wounds, changing her clothes, and hiding his weapons. Then she went out with a package and walked to the town ten miles away. She was going to start her day

It’s not surprising that everyone has to work on this continent.

Gradually, there were people on the roadside, and the young woman had reached the edge of the town. Without even thinking about finding a place to rest, she went straight to a shaky drug store.

"What? Are you sick again?" The drug store owner looked up at her and threw a pack of medicine feebly: "Whose account will it be charged to?"

"No, it's not this medicine." The young woman lowered her head, looking a little panicked: "I want some... medicine for injuries."

The drug store owner rolled his eyelids with a lewd smile on his face: "Hurt medicine? My little baby, where did you hurt?"

"Please, please give me some and I'll pay for it."

The boss took the money, put a few packages of wound medicine in the woman's hand, and touched the woman's breasts. The woman walked out the door amidst a few chuckles from the drug store owner, lowered her head, and walked to the other end of the street holding the bags.

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Along the way, whenever she saw any man or woman, or even a running child, she would avoid them and avoid them, not daring to look directly at them.

Some children hit her with stones and shouted: "Whore... dirty whore!"

She smiled, lowered her head, walked faster, and rushed into her work place.

She is a prostitute, a prostitute whose status and even personality are extremely low. Therefore, she cannot live in the town. It is her duty to be polite when meeting people, and it is her blessing to be treated roughly by customers.

After a while, she was roughly stripped of her clothes and pressed under her body, with a smile on her face. One after another men crossed her body, including farmers, hunters, and residents of the town. They talked and laughed loudly.

Unrestrained. They even put several women who were similar to her together and asked them to pose in various poses at the same time, and then made unscrupulous comments... She had a smile on her face, and they all had smiles on their faces.

Men are synonymous with wealth and power.

How powerful a general is depends on how many armed men he has under his command; how great a monarch is depends on how many men he commands; even when measuring a family, everyone will first think of how many men there are in the family.

Women have to rely on men to survive, and she is the lowest status among women.

She understands these truths. She has seen those who starve to death on the roadside and those who try to resist. She has long understood this. Isn't it just to be a prostitute? She can even do it very well... Everyone

It's all like this, no one can struggle out of their own destiny, just follow the river of destiny and be content with the status quo!

After this period of time, dragging her tired body and holding the day's harvest in her hands, she returned to her home.

The unconscious "officer" was still unconscious. She carefully applied medicine to the officer's wounds, but was annoyed to find that there were too many wounds and too little medicine. There were a lot of silver bottles filled with various powders in the officer's underwear pocket.

, but I don’t know what it is used for.

The next day, she poured out all the powder in the silver bottle, smashed the bottle with a stone, and bought more medicine for wounds, as well as a scroll of healing magic that she exchanged from a wanderer. With these things

, she managed to stabilize the officer's injuries.

He no longer had a fever, his breathing had calmed down and he could drink water - which made her happy.

On the fourth day, he opened his eyes. His clear, lavender eyes, which were the same color as his hair, were staring straight at the roof.

The scars on the body gradually closed, but the skin also showed a strange lavender color, as if it was natural.

She thought that he might not be human, but might belong to some mysterious race, and might even be related to the noble Demon Palace, so she became even more convinced that her choice was right, and she even felt a little complacent.

But what happened next was not so smooth.

The officer seemed to have been severely shocked. He didn't speak for two whole days, and he didn't even move his eyes. On the third day, the officer simply went crazy and said some words that she didn't understand.

Scratching randomly in the air, after he showed the terrifying look that appeared that day, she panicked and grabbed a wooden stick and "tried" to calm him down.

When he woke up again, the officer's eyes became clear again, but soon he went crazy again, so he was beaten unconscious again... Repeatedly many times, until one day, he was beaten to the point of pain.

"It hurts..." The officer sat up, holding his head in dissatisfaction and shouting: "Sister, why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong?"

She held up the wooden stick, opened her mouth in surprise, and did not answer for a long time. She had guessed how the officer would look when he woke up many times, but she never expected that he would have such an innocent expression and such an innocent voice.

She wanted to defend, explain, and ask questions, but her words were incoherent. She simply stopped saying anything and went to get food for the officer to eat. But when she returned to the bed, she found that the officer had shrunk into the corner of the room and buried his head deeply.

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"Come over and eat."

The officer raised his head silently, and she saw the confusion on his face and the pain in his eyes.

"What’s wrong with you?"

The officer shook his head slowly, his clear and clear lavender eyes were still there, but the pain in his eyes was even more intense, making it unbearable to see.

Did she lose a friend in the battle? Was she injured because of failure? She seemed to understand his feelings, but she didn't seem to understand. She squatted down and asked softly, but she couldn't get an answer. In the end, the officer's eyes became wandering.

Regroup on the roof.

This officer was so strange, but she still had to work tomorrow, so she sighed and took a rest.

The next day, the officer continued his strange behavior. He refused to eat and insisted on giving something.

She persuaded, she coaxed, and she threatened, but to no avail. In the end, she couldn't laugh or cry, so she could only ask the officer to move the firewood pile on the left outside the door to the right... After that, he ate very well.

Less than an hour after the meal, the officer became depressed again and hid himself in the shadows in the corner of the room, unable to scream no matter what.

"O Dark Lord!" she prayed to heaven: "What an officer I have saved!"

Every day, the officer's mood would be low three to five times. After that, he would come out to sweep the floor, wash clothes, and even clean up the room, exchanging "hard" work for the day's food.

Although she doesn't need it, the firewood pile outside the door still changes direction every day...
To be continued...