Marmeladov always used this despicable method to beg in disguise.
Once or twice is okay.
As time passed, the neighbors became tired and became cold-hearted.
Every household closed their doors and windows, hardened their hearts, and ignored Sonia's cries.
If no kind-hearted person came forward, that crazy drunkard might beat his daughter to death.
Sonia seemed to understand this, and for the first time in her life, she rebelled against bad luck.
Before being beaten to death, she pushed her alcoholic father away with all her strength and ran barefoot on the snow.
While passing by the tavern, I accidentally fell down and was covered in mud and snow, looking like a stray dog.
Allen's parents couldn't bear to see how pitiful she was.
He opened the door, pulled Sonia in, and took in the little girl.
Sonia looked scary and couldn't work as a waitress, so she worked in the kitchen.
This girl is clever and hardworking.
From then on, her alcoholic father always went to the pub to make trouble and had no money to buy drinks, so he said he would use his daughter's wages to pay the bills.
Sonia felt that this situation could not continue, so she voluntarily quit her job as a cook.
Fast forward to this spring, Sonia's alcoholic father finally died.
The orphan girl left behind was helpless and was kicked out by her landlord.
From then on, for a long time, Allen didn't see Sonia again.
I don’t know what this poor little girl does to survive.
Until that day at the circus, when he saw Sonia sitting in the conductor's seat, he was still a little surprised.
Sonia was surprised to see him, and thoughtfully reminded him to go home early so that his parents and sister would not worry.
At that time, Allen only thought Sonia was verbose and did not take her words seriously at all.
Looking back now, I suddenly realized that Sonia seemed to be hinting at something...
Three teenagers ate lollipops laced with drugs.
Why is it that Allen is the only one who can still run home after being poisoned?
In the past, he thought it was because he was lucky or in good health.
However, recalling Sonia's subtle expression at that time...
Allen couldn't help but make a bold guess:
In fact, Sonia already knew that there was a problem with the circus.
She also knew that the lollipops given to Allen were laced with drugs.
With her humble status, she did not dare and could not openly remind Allen that he was in danger.
After realizing that the hint was ineffective, the only way she could save the boy next door was to give him a lollipop with a relatively low drug content.
Only in this case, and Allen's poisoning was not severe, could it be possible to support him until he got home and fell asleep.
The more I think about it, the more I think this is the case!
Allen couldn't help but feel complicated.
I feel grateful for that skinny little girl.
It's a pity that I may not have the chance to meet again in the future, let alone repay her kindness.
"Ellen! Kelly said you tested your bloodline and have medium qualifications. Not bad! You are indeed my good son!"
Mrs. Panthers' chubby cheeks bloomed with joy.
She took the empty plate from her son and filled him with a plate full of fragrant tomato and beef risotto. She looked at her son with eyes full of love.
"Eat more, Allen! It's time for you to grow, so you can't go hungry!"
"Mom! Allen has eaten enough, and you are not afraid that he will grow into a big fat man!" Kelly said angrily.
"What's wrong with getting a little fatter?" My mother smiled nonchalantly, "Our family is full of fat people!"
"Your father, grandfather and grandpa are all handsome fat men!"
Your grandma is also a tall, strong and fat woman, just like me, she works faster than men!"
"Haha..." Kelly sneered disapprovingly.
"Mom is right, women in the Panthers family all have ancestral obesity genes."
Allen deliberately provoked his sister.
"Kelly, please stop struggling!"
"Submit your destiny and become a fat girl!"
"This is the fate of the ogre bloodline!"
"Bah! What's so proud of having ogre blood?"
Kelly couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and squeezed her brother's cheek hard.
"You brat! Sooner or later you will become a greedy fat man! You will even become a violent maniac! We'll see!"
Seeing her daughter push away the dinner plate, Mrs. Panthers quickly shouted: "Kelly! You haven't finished your dinner yet!"
"I'm full of anger, let Allen eat the rest!"
Watching his sister go upstairs without looking back, Allen touched his belly, brought the remaining half of the risotto from his sister without any guilt, made a meal and cleaned it up.
I've already eaten a meal for three people, and although I don't feel full yet, it wouldn't be appropriate to eat any more.
It inevitably caused my mother's worry, worrying that he would eat too much and suffer from indigestion.
Pretending to be supportive, Allen held onto the stairs and returned to his bedroom.
He locked the door, sat at his desk, and opened the potion given by the principal's aunt.
The inheritance of warlocks does not include any words and relies entirely on bloodline marks.
Therefore, the meditation methods practiced by warlocks are not written in books, but exist in the form of potions.
After taking it, or directly injecting it, there is a certain probability that the corresponding skill or even magic will be awakened.
Allen took the injection and closed his eyes in deep thought.
After a while, many wonderful ideas emerged from my mind.
These thoughts are intermittent and somewhat messy.
Allen must organize, classify and organize it into a logical and smooth practice method.
how to say?
It feels like sorting out a large amount of relevant literature on a certain scientific research topic and sorting out a review article.
Even if it is the "Atavistic Meditation Method" at the apprentice level, it is not that easy to fully understand it.
Therefore, the principal's aunt repeatedly warned not to practice blindly if you are not sure, but to ask her for advice at any time.
But things are not what they used to be.
Integrating the soul of a time traveler, benefiting from the experience gained from reading a large amount of literature during his studies and scientific research in his previous life, plus 18 points of mental attribute assists, Allen spent an hour trying to figure it out and initially understood this secret method.
"It's time to start."
Allen closed his eyes.
Follow the tutorial instructions and stay calm.
Enter a meditative state of forgetfulness.
In the dark, he seemed to see a vast galaxy.
Countless stars rotate before my eyes.
This galaxy formed by the gathering of spirits belongs to the world of the dead.
Seal the memory of the dead.
This long river of memory is divided into countless branches according to the bloodline genealogy.
The key to opening a certain branch is the corresponding bloodline.
This method of practice reminds Allen of a classic game from his previous life, "Assassin's Creed"...
Countless stars, either bright or dim, correspond to the memory fragments of all the dead who have a bloodline similar to Allen's.
It is also the so-called "ancestral spirit".
Ancestral spirits may not always leave descendants, but they will definitely leave their souls.
Even if you die just after birth, your soul will enter the blood galaxy and become a training resource for distant relatives in future generations.
Such short-lived ghosts correspond to dim stars and are usually weak in strength.
The ancestral spirits represented by brighter stars usually live longer.
He has accumulated more survival experience and is stronger.
Unfortunately, the apprentice-level meditation method practiced by Allen cannot select the ancestor spirits on his own.
When he had the idea of merging with the ancestral spirits.
Among the bloodline galaxies, a star will randomly float out and be imprinted between the eyebrows.
boom!!
The moment when the memory of the ancestral spirit was merged, it was as if thunder exploded in my mind!
Allen felt dizzy.
When he regained consciousness, he found that he had transformed into a newborn cub.
To be precise, he is a little ogre who has not yet been weaned.
The skin is yellow and wrinkled.
There wasn't a hair on his body.
Lying down in a cave covered with dirty straw.
The cold wind blew in from the entrance of the cave, making me shiver.
There were snoring sounds all around.
Allen tried to open his eyes wide and looked around.
Ogres are born with darkvision.
In the dim cave, you can clearly see that there are six little guys on the haystack, they are also young ogres.