Gervano's clothes were shabby, and his small, mud-stained right hand was tucked into his sleeve, tightly holding a sharp and thin knife. His left hand was holding the hand of his young sister, and he quickly moved it
Running ahead.
He looked around with restless and vigilant eyes, showing a look of distrust in anyone.
Yes, he doesn't trust anyone, he doubts everything.
While those gentlemen were still fighting passionately under the banner of fairness and justice, Gervano had already realized that this country was on the eve of destruction.
Just like rats always squeak uneasily before an earthquake, an inconspicuous and humble character like him is often the first to realize the most terrifying storms.
The day before the battlefield spread to his city, he escaped there with his sister almost without warning. After later hearing that it had become a city of death entangled with blood-sucking magic vines, he did not
It's a bit of a blessing to escape and ascend to heaven.
At that time, Gervano's first feeling was, "Ah, it's finally here." Then, watching the city he had lived in for thirteen years being torn into pieces, he felt inexplicably relieved.
After all, it is the city of the noble lord, it is the city of the Druid lord, it is the city of rich people, it is the city of beautiful ladies, but it is definitely not the city of an insignificant quail like him.
A wretch like him, one more is not enough, one less is not enough.
When those well-dressed people are walking down the street with smiles on their faces, no one will ever care whether a child like him, who is covered in dirt and mud and curled up in a corner and no one wants him, has drunk anything today and is not smelly.
of clean water, and did you successfully grab some crumbs from the wild dog’s mouth?
All they care about is whether their wallets have been cut open by the knives hidden in the children's arms.
That city never cared about Gervano, nor did it care about Hero. When it was destroyed, Gervano's first feeling was joy.
It’s really fun!
Presumably those noble gentlemen should be running all over the streets in fear now? They should fall down in panic, and then their legs will be too weak to stand up, right? They will be wailing and beheaded, hanging on the horse's head and staring.
Eyes that never shut up, right?
When he thought of this, Gervano felt extremely happy.
...Of course, he would be happier if he could successfully escape from this country.
"Brother... ran too fast..."
Hailuo was dragged along by him and ran wildly, panting.
The little girl's cheeks, which had turned yellow due to years of poor nutrition, were now flushed. She was breathing heavily, her voice trembling and thin.
But Gervano heard those words that were almost blown away by the wind.
He stopped quickly and saw Hailuo who was out of breath, and suddenly panicked: "Hai, Hailuo! Are you okay?"
"It's okay...just...a little tired..."
The little girl gasped for air, clutching her chest and frowning: "Brother... I feel even worse..."
"Take a break if you feel uncomfortable."
Gervano replied without hesitation: "I happen to be a little tired too."
But even Hailuo could understand that what he said was a lie.
It was clear that he was the one who pulled Hailuo and ran all the way. Until now, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, but after Hailuo said that he was a little tired, he immediately said that he was tired.
Hero was very aware of Gervano's somewhat awkward concern, and a bright smile suddenly broke out on her face, and her big brown eyes almost sparkled when she looked at Gervano.
"You, why are you looking at me like that... Go and have a rest! We have to go on the road soon!"
Gervano's face suddenly turned a little red, he turned his head away, took Hailuo to find a shady place and sat down.
Heroine just smiled and let Gervano hold her hand, but as the blush on her face gradually faded, a bloodless paleness appeared on her face.
Heroine is not Gervano's biological sister. In fact, they have no similarities except that they are both outcasts.
Different from Gervano's typical Carral countryman's rough features and dark skin, Hero's face is quite delicate, his brown pupils are as clear and transparent as glass, his short light brown hair is slightly curly, and his skin is fair, even in his clothes.
The nobility of her bloodline can also be seen in the shabby appearance.
She looks more like a Suze person than a Karar woman. Many people suspect that she is a mixture of Karar and Suze people. Some people with malicious intentions have been targeting her since a long time ago.
But fortunately, after that city was leveled by the war, those annoying guys also disappeared.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from the side.
Gervano's eyes suddenly filled with a ferocious look like a ferocious beast, and he turned his head suddenly. He protected Hero behind him, and glared fiercely at the stranger who made the sound.
After he saw the person's face clearly, his first reaction was, "He is indeed a suspicious person."
In front of him, he saw a little boy with short light gray hair and bright red pupils standing in front of him.
The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate face and elegant manners, but he wore half a strange beak mask and a long black robe.
After realizing that this was just a child, Gervano subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
And after he saw the boy's face and behavior clearly, a sense of jealousy and crisis suddenly surged in his heart.
"I can cure you."
The gray-haired little boy ignored Gervano at all, just stared at Hero and said calmly.
His indifferent gaze stung Gervano again.
"No need! You go!"
He roared in a low voice, interrupting the words of the little boy who brought him a great sense of crisis.
He was not worried about him killing him but worried about him taking away heroin.
I have nothing left...except heroin, only heroin...
Gervano murmured in his heart, looking at the gray-haired boy with even more disgust.
Hailuo stood behind him, looking back and forth between the two people at a loss, and wisely closed his mouth without saying a word.
"If you see me unhappy, you can hit me, or you can stab me to death with the knife in your right hand." Unexpectedly, the gray-haired boy opened his arms to Gervano without fear, "Come on.
Ah, I won't fight back or hide. If you're worried about me snatching her away, just come over and stab me to death like a man."
But when the boy said this, Gervano breathed a sigh of relief and took back his knife.
"coward!"
Gervano pointed at the little boy who was about the same age as himself but was neatly and neatly dressed, and scolded him disdainfully: "I won't stab you to death! You have nothing, but I am different from you!"
Dressed like a beggar, he pointed at the little boy wearing an exquisite mask and a soft robe made of lamb's skin and said, "You have nothing." This scene seemed absurd, but the boy wearing the mask was stunned for a moment.
.
It took him more than ten seconds to react, and then he looked at Gervano for the first time.
That kind of condescending gaze disgusted Gervano. But he still suppressed his dissatisfaction and kept his mouth shut without saying anything.
"I admit, I made a mistake." The gray-haired boy nodded and said indifferently: "But sooner or later, you will feel lucky that you didn't stab him with your knife."
"Then get out of here!"
"No rush."
The gray-haired boy looked at Hailuo deeply for the last time: "I will come back... But now that it has deteriorated to this point, when I take action again, it will no longer be enough to use one person as a reward. You do
Are you ready to pay?"
"I won't give you anything! Liar!"
"That's very good," the gray-haired boy didn't care about the shouting Gervano, "remember, my name is Duoduo. Duoduo. Narola. Tomorrow at the latest, you will be in trouble for your attitude at the moment.
regret."
After saying that, Duoduo turned around and left without a second thought. (To be continued.)