The sky was overcast and gray, with a large number of thick clouds getting darker and darker.
Beside the creek camp, on the sparse dark green grass, there were more than a dozen yellow bamboo trays, containing black bamboo shoots, white insects, animal skins and other sundries, all slightly heated by the sun.
A little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a short black leather skirt and close-fitting leather armor, was quickly folding up the round bamboo plates and hugging them.
The little girl's long golden shawl hair was blown to the right by the growing cold wind, revealing her delicate and beautiful face, with a faint black-gray birthmark on her forehead, which was round in shape.
The wind in the forest became louder and louder, and the rustling leaves were blown back and forth.
"It's going to rain, hurry up, little Rilla." A man's voice came from the tent behind the girl.
The man was lying at the entrance of the tent, looking at Friela who was busy packing her things, and yawned slightly.
"Well... so boring..."
The man's waist-length dark red hair spreads behind him. His face is not handsome, but there is a hint of laziness. There is a small black beard on his fair chin. He is the steel who lay down after Hylia and others left.
Angelet sleeping.
In her busy schedule, Friela turned around and glared at Angele. "Come and help me if you're bored!"
"Isn't it you?" Angelet turned over, lying on his back and looking at the sky. "Little Ruila, I find that your figure is getting better and better recently."
Frila's face turned red, and her cleaning movements suddenly paused.
The black leather skirt and leather armor she was wearing were tight-fitting clothes, which she had bought when she was 13 years old in town. Now that her body has grown and she still wears the old clothes, it looks even tighter.
At only 14 years old, her body looks slim and sexy, with long, round, white legs, and the exposed parts are as smooth as white gauze. Her waist is too slender to hold, and her breasts protruding forward are already quite large and trembling slightly. Plus
Her long golden shawl hair falls freely on her shoulders, and her little mouth is often as pink and delicate as a cherry.
At such a young age, Friela already has the qualities of a little beauty. As she stood there packing her things, the figures running back and forth became more and more imaginative.
Although Angele looked up at the sky, he glanced at little Frila from the corner of his eye from time to time.
"Your birthmark will be completely eliminated after using ointment a few times. Remember to add the ointment I gave you when you take a bath." He lazily warned. "You have to know that if you are born with insufficient capital, you will die the day after tomorrow. You can adjust it.
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Looking at Friela, who has curved front and back, delicate and fair skin, she felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in her heart.
Frila was originally just an ordinary pretty little girl. Her skin was not very good, and she had many freckles. As she grew up, she would naturally become rougher. In addition, she also had to practice swordsmanship, and her body curves became less and less perfect. From now on.
Tian is considered to be of above average build and appearance.
However, since leaving the town with Angele, he has intentionally or unintentionally started to add some potions that can adjust and improve her physical condition to little Friela's diet and life, and occasionally he will light one while she is sleeping.
Beneficial medicinal aroma.
Over time, Furila's physical condition improved a lot, from being average to above average, she became a more beautiful and delicate young girl. However, it seemed that the dosage of the medicine was difficult to control. Furila's physical development seemed to be a little beyond her age.
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"Don't you realize that you are much prettier and cuter now than before? This is all my fault." Angelet said proudly.
"Being pretty is of no use!" Friela carried a pile of bamboo trays to the door of the carriage and put them in flat. "I will become a legendary knight in the future! Sooner or later, my body will be covered with scars of heroes! My skin is so tender.
Just cut it with one knife, it’s useless!”
Angelet breathed out speechlessly. "If you don't use bad language when you speak, and your tone is gentle and slow, you will be a perfect beautiful girl."
It's a pity that he overestimated the attraction of beauty to Friela. He also overestimated the status and image of beautiful women in this era.
"I said it!" Friela strode up to Angele with a slight breath. "I will become an epic hero of the legendary knight in the future!!" She replied angrily with one hand on her hips.
"Son...you will get married sooner or later..." Angelet said helplessly.
"Marry someone? Marry someone?" Friela's face was stern. "Forget marrying you. Haven't I been yours for a long time? I was feeling a little uncomfortable in my stomach a few days ago. Am I going to have a baby?
"
Angelet's expression froze.
"What do you mean you're going to have a baby? You guy!! You sleep in a carriage... You don't even have a quilt to cover the bed and you're going to have a baby?!" He covered his forehead.
For a while, I didn’t know how to spread common sense in this area to the little guy.
"Anyway, who else can I rely on now besides you?" Friela's blue eyes flashed with confusion.
"I heard my mother say that giving birth to a baby is very easy. Just do it when you want to vomit. If you vomit the baby out early, your stomach won't hurt, right?" Friela replied with a blank look on her face.
"What do you mean by vomiting..." Angelet took a deep breath and was about to speak.
"Huh? The weathervane is crooked." Friela suddenly took a few steps forward and stretched out her hand to straighten the copper weathervane hanging above the tent. She happened to be standing above Angelet's face with her legs in a short skirt.
"I said..." Angelet was speechless, "Have I lived for so many years that I would be tempted by a little girl today?" From his angle, he could clearly see the depths of the little girl's thighs in her short leather skirt. "
Something will happen if this continues..."
He quickly turned over and shrank into the tent, feeling a ball of fire in his heart that could not be suppressed. In any case, it was impossible for him and Furila. Not to mention the power gap between a mortal and a blood-sealed person, in terms of lifespan alone, it was already.
It's a world of difference.
It has been many years since Angele had touched a woman. He focused all his energy on research and progress. Even though he saved Furila, he did not have any thoughts about her. Unexpectedly, under the influence of drugs, the little girl
Frila's figure was getting closer and closer to adulthood, and she unknowingly had a certain degree of temptation towards him.
"It's really troublesome..." Angelet took a deep breath. He had always positioned himself as Frila's elder, and he had impulses towards the little guy, which made him feel a slight sense of guilt.
"Hey, why are you shrinking back? You haven't finished speaking yet?" Friela's voice came from outside the tent.
"I'm afraid I might have a bad impulse towards you accidentally." Angelet replied very matter-of-factly.
"Impulse? I know that. It's something that men have for women, right?" Friela immediately got into the tent and lay down next to Angele. "I don't mind. I heard my mother say, first of all
This time I felt like I was being fucked by a pig. But I don’t feel this way when I sleep with you, right?”
Angelet covered his forehead and was helpless,
Boom...
Suddenly there was a burst of thunder outside the tent, and then, with a bang, a raindrop hit the roof of the tent. Then the second drop, the third drop... The raindrops crackled down densely, and continued to come.
Louder.
The small tent can accommodate just two people. It has a closed entrance and exit like a zipper. Below the spire is a rectangular shape. There is a gray-white bed inside, with some clothes and books on the side, and a small square window. It is inlaid with sealed glass.
, you can see the outside scene from the inside.
Angelet closed the zipper with his backhand to prevent the raindrops from splashing in. When he went to see Furila again, the little guy had already fallen asleep, with his limbs spread out, not at all like a girl sleeping.
Carefully covering her with a thin quilt, Angelet suddenly recalled that he had been with such a child before. He found that he always liked to live a purer life as a child, with no burdens, no calculations, and everything was so easy.
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Time passed quietly. The rain outside became heavier and heavier.
A flash of lightning flashed through the tent window, blue and white instantly illuminating the somewhat dark tent.
Angelet noticed that Friela's eyes slowly opened at some point, and she was looking at him blankly. She was obviously awakened by the lightning.
"Green...."
"Huh?" Angelet straightened up and sat cross-legged at the window, looking at the pouring rain outside. The forest could not be seen clearly, and it was completely submerged in the gray rain curtain.
"Why did you save me?" Friela followed Angele through so many convoys, and she has matured a lot.
"Why did I save you? I can't answer you this question." Angelet looked out the window and suddenly recalled Weiwei in the town, and felt a little like Ou Ming in his heart.
Friela also straightened up. "I didn't understand it before, but then a sister told me some stories. I compared it with myself and found that I understand a lot." She paused and continued, "You just because of me
We can run around but can't settle down, and now we can only live in the forest. Although we are very lucky and haven't encountered any powerful beasts. But why are you doing this?"
She looked out the window blankly and lowered her voice: "I can't repay you, you know."
"You are a child laborer hired by me. You work for me and I give you food and accommodation. Isn't it a fair deal?" Angelet smiled and said, "The little guy has learned to pretend to be serious?"
Before he finished speaking, Angelet suddenly felt a tight and elastic petite body pressing on his back. The little guy gently hugged him from behind and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Don't think I don't understand anything." Friela whispered, "It's mentioned in the novel." Her warm body was pressed against Angelet's back. Her face was pink and her eyes were watery.
It's almost dripping with water.
"Little guy..." Angelet pulled Furila over with his backhand. "You're still young, don't decide everything about yourself so hastily..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Furila's face.
The tears that flowed down silently suddenly stopped.
"I have nothing left...only you...only you..." Friela cried out, her voice choked with helplessness and confusion.
She was afraid, afraid of the increasingly mysterious image of the young man in front of her. She originally thought that he was just a simple second-hand pawn shop owner in the town. Then she left the town with him and came into contact with various other people, and then she discovered the truth.
It's far from being as simple as you realize.
Later, she came into contact with Hylia Cynthia and others, and saw his powerful and almost miraculous treatment methods. Friela finally knew that she had never understood this seemingly lazy pawnshop uncle from the beginning.
Accompanying this sense of mystery is the distance that is getting farther and farther. It is obviously close at hand, but it gives her a feeling of being out of reach.
Many times at night she would be awakened by nightmares, alone and helpless, standing in the darkness with no horizon. That desperate loneliness made her mature faster and faster.
She was afraid, afraid that one day when she woke up, Angele in the camp would disappear suddenly and mysteriously, silently, as if he had never appeared from the beginning.
"Okay, be good..." Angelet gently held the little one in his arms and slowly stroked her hair. "I'm right by your side... right by your side..." Looking at
Frila's little face, which was childish and a little mature, vaguely overlapped with the other two faces in her memory.
Tired from crying, Friela slowly fell asleep in his arms.
Angelet looked at the pouring rain outside the window and fell into deep thought for a while. (To be continued)