Oversized outside Rosenno, a small town of Valterland stands on a barren land.
在这城市的周围尽是一些贫穷的小村落,这里的人只靠着每年那一块可怜的土地来维持自己的生活.
Due to the long -term war and the invasion of the enemy forces, the land here has gradually begun to plant crops. Moreover, people here have to pay high land rent to the nobles, and the poor food that tributes the annual harvest.
I often see some aristocratic troops come to the nearby villages, and forcibly the villagers are only enough to maintain food.
Even many people have given up the farming, and ran to the main city and become a beggar. Perhaps when they are lucky, they can also see half of the nobles thrown away.
Those who have something to do with nobles will earn some meager profits in the main city of Walterland, and then give most of the income to the nobles.
In this country, the king is a faint monarch. This country is completely supported by the four nobles. Without the support of the nobles, the king is a dead fat man who is not located. He is intoxicated by the poor insects that cannot be extracted in the world of paper drunk every day.
Because every day with the palace ladies, he was fiery, making his body a empty shell for a long time. As if someone gave him a kick, he couldn't get up.
The four aristocrats are to collect money everywhere through the name of the king. It can be said that every minister around the king is their ears.
Therefore, this country has always lived in the competition of the four aristocrats. They want to squeeze each other out of each other. They are so monopoly. They are fighting and fighting in a constant performance. In the end, only those poor people.
这四只蠕虫在不断的汲取着这个国家的血液,一个边陲小国,哪里经得住这样的榨取.
And today, of these four families, the most special is the Meseyli family. The patriarch is a sixteen -year -old girl.
The girl's parents died of the war. They tried to get the country's difficulty when the country was in the battle, but did not expect that they died under the enemy's knife.
And her grandfather died under the assassination of a family two years ago, which made her have to inherit the position of the family chief.
But no one thought that the girl was so cold -blooded, and the means to deal with other families were extremely vicious. They were not like a 16 -year -old girl who was still playing.
After Meceri managed the family, the entire family began to develop military aggressive. I have to say that her parents' death was inspired by her.
She monopolized all the military collection channels, and even extended the tentacles to the neighboring Franter.
She purchased military reserve from the black market, and then sold to Frante's military officer at a high price.
In each country, there will be some worms. Military affairs officers and Meselli reached an agreement to draw certain profits from the amount of transactions each year as a reward for military officers.
The military officer was responsible for handing all the military trading to Messeri to be responsible. The huge profits made the other three major families jealous. They watched the Messeri family grow up a little bit.
Gradually, the remaining three major families began to slowly move closer to fight against the Messelli family, which are strong.
It is hard to imagine that a girl who is only sixteen -year -old actually needs a few old men who are six or seventy -year -old.
However, Messelli penetrated into the three major families in silence, and began to disintegrate from them.
They often make conflicts of interest in them. Nobles always regard money as life -threatening. Even if they are good, they will turn their faces and not recognize people when they violate the interests.
Therefore, we often see the three major families to dismantle each other and then reconcile each other. They are inseparable from each other. If they are placed, they will be swallowed by Meseri. This girl is simply a devil.
And now no one knows what is the real ability of Meseri. None of the assassins who sent her many times to assassinate her have never been able to come back alive, and even a trace of hair cannot be found.
There are two rows of streets made of Walterland stone. Some hawkers are selling loudly, so that this city is a little bit of breath.
However, in the corner of the street, there are often some beggars watching the hot white buns secretly swallowed. These poor people watching food can only imagine the sweet taste of the food out of thin air.
The sound of the sound pulled them back to reality again, as if reminding them, don't think about it, you are just a beggar.
"Buns! The buns of Flael's house! It is fragrant and sweet!" A thin middle -aged man put his hands on his mouth and sold loudly. The greasy nail gap was covered with black mud.
After stretching, I grabbed two hoe with the little hand and threw it gently in the air in the air.
The temperature of the steamed bun is too high to make this little boy a little unstable.
But soon, the middle -aged man who sold the selling discovered the kid in this corner.
"Damn the rabbit! Come again! Catch you and see that I will not slaughter you!" The middle -aged man turned around and chased a alley behind him.
The breeze blows the little boy's face and blows off the hat on his head.
A big eyes full of black and gray, dirty little faces were embedded with naive eyes, on his nose bridge and forehead, a piece of purple red, as if he had just been beaten by someone else, a scar on his face.
He ran quickly, turned a small alley, and jumped over a big street, but the man was still chasing behind.
Just after the heavy rain, the ground was wet, and the air was covered with cold air.
The child simply put the steamed buns into the dilapidated clothes pockets, looking for a place that might hide.
Finally, he saw a bunch of broken baskets in a deep alley next to him. He ran over and got into the basket, and took a basket and covered his head.
The hawker chased by the chase stopped at the alley, looking around, looking for the trace of the little boy. The rolling noodles in his hand were trembling slightly, and his heart was extremely angry.
This little ghost is not the first time to steal his hoe, but he can't catch him every time. How can a eight or nine -year -old ghost run so fast.
He doesn't want to spend more money to hire people to keep this stall. This is not cost -effective. After all, most of his income will be handed over to the nobles like vampires.
Perhaps people can inspire their potential when facing a desperate situation. Every time the little boy escapes, he feels that there is a pair of hands pushing him behind him. Is it his parents?
Eat, the last two were stolen the grain and grass of the nobles, and they were killed by a pair of men and women on the street.
When they died, they all hugged each other tightly. In this city full of sinful cities, alive, it seemed like a luxury.
After watching the lane in the alley, the hawker did not find the little boy, and finally gave up the search with resentment.
When he returned to the steamed bun stall, the steamed buns in the steamer had been swept away by other beggars. He fell the rolling pin on the ground angrily.
Lost more.
He should know that in the environment surrounded by the hungry beggar, he made the most wrong decision. It seems that today he made a sale of money, and he lost.
The little boy carefully observed the movement outside through the holes on the basket. After confirming that he had not chased, he stood out from the basket, ran towards the other end of the alley, and looked back from time to time.
After three dark alleys, the little boy came to an abandoned chapel.
"Liva? Liva?" The little boy seemed to call the name of a girl.
After a while, I got a tender voice response: "I'm here ..." A little girl with a short -blown short hair revealed from a chapel chapel and beckoned to the little boy.
The little boy smiled slightly and ran towards Liva.
He took out the buns in his pocket and handed it to the little girl, and then handed her half to her.
Liva bite the buns and swallowed, and saw his brother hand over the other half, looking at him in a puzzled face, and his face with a white residue on his face: "Don't you eat it?"
The little boy patted his belly and said confidently: "I just ate a lot!"
Liva smiled and believed his brother's words, and took the half of the steamed buns to eat.
And the little boy ate the remaining half of the steamed buns with a small mouthful, and seemed to be reluctant to finish eating it. He didn't know how long he would starve to this meal.
Liva and Vante, after the death of his parents, he lived in the Han life of stealing chickens and dogs. He often stole some hawkers to be hungry everywhere. Sometimes there was no way to go to the noble bins of the nobles.
Find food, but they couldn't grab wild dogs that often appeared there, so they were often chased by those guys. This city seems to have no place where they are no longer.
Vante looked at the center of the chapel. The incomplete goddess prayed silently and prayed that the goddess could give himself and his sister's hope and courage. However, the goddess still stood there alone.
In this city, people have lost their faith by desperately. They no longer expect the goddess to bring them to the guarantee of what life. They use their desires to replace their faith.
How many people can be the goddess of faith in the loyal faith regardless of their own interests?
However, people who can rescue these people have gradually approached here.
Those who are carrying the mission are starting to emit a faint holy light on this war.
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