In the bedroom, Lucy's sleeping face was distorted. She dreamed of when she was a child and Numbly sat on the carriage and left. She dreamed of her parents and brothers with dull eyes behind her.
Although he had no worries about food and clothing in the new environment, he was forced to practice whipping every day. If he didn't do well at all, he would be punished without damaging his appearance.
The person who taught and managed her brought his sinister and sinister face covered with white powder close to her, frightening her so much that she could only complete the action while crying.
The slightly older version of herself was surrounded by others' eyes that were selecting her like a piece of merchandise. The disgustingly close old face made her sit up and wake up.
After tidying up her messy hair, she quickly stood up and put on her coat and came to the lounge.
The ice had broken into pieces, and the red-haired figure lay there motionless, becoming the source of depression.
She lit a kerosene lamp and put it on the table for lighting. She knelt down and carried the man she had had a very happy conversation with to the sofa.
The body is soft and feels weightless, just like holding a piece of gauze.
After placing it on the sofa, she took the blanket and covered it with her shirt. She was obviously a very tall woman, but now she looked like a small ball, extremely weak.
Holding a small mirror in her arms, she continued to curl up on the sofa, losing the high spirits and confidence she had when they first met.
The beautiful face was still the same, but the light blue eyes were dim. Lucy helped her put her hair behind her ears and stroked her cold face.
"Are you back? Lucy. Thank you."
Hermione said this softly, seeming to have exhausted all her strength and continued to lie on her side without moving.
"Ms. Austin, what happened to you, why are you so painful and sad?" Lucy also lay on her side on the sofa in front of Hermione.
"It's nothing, just let me stay like this for a few days."
"It's not good to hold it in like this. When I was wronged, I cried straight away, although the subsequent punishment was longer."
After speaking for a long time, the place became quiet. Seeing Hermione who had turned back into a sculpture, Lu sighed and took her back and put her on her bed.
"I'll help you change your clothes. It's not easy to rest in this outfit."
After finishing her work, she also returned to the cold bed. Hermione's curled up body was cold, with her back turned to her.
"Let's wait until you feel better in a few days."
Lucy pulled up the quilt and lay on her side looking at the back of her head in front of her to fall asleep. She had cried and become autistic when encountering problems before. Maybe she would be fine in a few days.
When Lucy woke up the next day, she left Hermione here without any emotion. At least the feeling of sadness disappeared.
She didn't have much time when she came back this time, and she still had to take time to meet her boss, Duke Teresa, whom she had only recently learned about.
She had speculated before that she could complete the deal with the butler under Duke Teresa so cheaply, and the contact person said that this was a reward from the organization.
I don’t know where I will be assigned to go again. Is this considered a promotion? Fallon is actually quite good.
She laughed to herself a few times at her inexplicable childishness, and saw her somewhat distressed parents sitting at the dining table below.
When I saw my daughter come down, the regret and regret on her face showed, and I came up and hugged each other and shed tears.
'Ms. Austin! You stir up everyone's emotions every time you appear. You are such a bad person!'
Lucy comforted her parents, finished breakfast, put on her family's simple dress, and continued to check the accounts for the year. Family ties are family ties, and she knew very well where her family's life foundation lay.
When she came back in the evening, she called her brothers here, and the family sat around the sofa. She held the page she had turned out, her face a little calm.
In the middle of the year, the tax on timber increased by 1,280 botany for no apparent reason. She went to the town's chamber of commerce at noon to ask whether the tax rate had not changed or why she didn't come back often.
She probably knew where the money had gone. Kawei kept her head down and said nothing, while her mother, Marisa, tried to persuade her not to care too much. Her brothers didn't say anything either.
"Did your hometown give you any conditions? Pay a certain amount of tribute and let you go back?"
"Just use my salary next year to make up for it." Kawei said, but there was a hint of stubbornness in it.
"Do you still have a salary? Is it enough for the next year? They have all been deceived. Those guys didn't care at all when we were about to starve to death."
"While they are calling your daughter a bitch, they are spending the money they took from me with peace of mind. Why don't you defend me?"
"Yes, I am originally...
Lucy, who was getting more and more excited, was about to say something, but in the end she sighed and smiled to herself.
My family was originally from the Vienna area of Marsinenhornachs, but my weak father couldn't survive at home, so he came all the way here.
On the way, he met his mother and got together, and finally managed to survive by working as a gardener and planting flowers for others in the town of Garcia.
People in the plateau area have very strong clan values. I don’t know how they found my father in recent years, put high hats on him and said nice things to him.
He promised to give him a high position in the family to satisfy his vanity. The price is to pay tribute continuously and continue to suck their blood.
What a joke, I didn't see them when I was suffering in those places, nor when I was about to starve to death.
He probably gave all his money to that group of people. I don't know why he took the risk and took a large sum of money from his account this year. This is enough for a big family to live a prosperous year. He even spent some thought on it.
"Don't worry about it from now on and just spend time with your mother at home."
"Lucius, you and Bell will take care of it from now on. You should still remember the pile of straw we used to huddle together when we were kids."
She hit her brothers and told them not to be as stupid as her father, and that it would be best if they lived well themselves.
"Don't worry Lucy, we will take good care of our father."
She and her brothers mostly inherited their father's weak temperament. Fortunately, they were born and raised here and did not have the habits of their previous hometown.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The forest area will eventually be cleared one day, and we must save some money and find another way out."
Lucy continued to talk about her plan with her brothers, while her mother comforted her father, who had his head lowered with an unknown expression.
After the chat, Lucy, who was a little tired, returned to her bedroom, where Hermione was still lying motionless. Everyone wisely did not mention her.
At first, she was a little envious and jealous of her, but now it seems that they are just poor people with different fates.
She changed into her nightgown and returned to bed. It was cold, with no heartbeat or breathing, like a dead person.
"I'm making you laugh. That's how my family is. When we have a little money, we get carried away and ignore the fundamentals."
"You are very good. They are lucky to have you."
The voice seemed to be coming from all directions, it was that familiar voice.
"I'm pretty good. At least I've read a lot of books, although I was forced to do so under certain conditions. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to think independently."
"If you don't want to be there, I can help you get out."
"Everyone has their own life. Just protect me when you have time. I don't know what I can do if I leave there!"
After Lucy said this, she found that Hermione had stopped moving, and originally wanted to try to guide her.
Pull up the quilt, lean against her and close your eyes. Let's talk tomorrow.
When she woke up in the morning, she touched her side and hurriedly opened her eyes to prop herself up, only to find Hermione wearing her white nightgown and sitting with her hair down, facing the window.
The morning air was very cold, so she wrapped herself in a quilt and hugged Hermione. She lowered her head and looked at the cracked small mirror in her hand.
The bedroom was not reflected in the mirror, but some scattered light spots.
"My mother and sister are dead and cannot go back, and my friends are not well protected. As long as everyone has a relationship with me, they will become unfortunate and suffer unstoppable disasters. I am leaving, and I can't drag you down. I'm sorry.
Can't protect you."
"Don't leave, I haven't expressed my opinion yet."
Hermione stood up immediately, and Lucy subconsciously hugged her and hung her on her back.
"Think about what you haven't done yet, like those people in Kamari Town."
The biting wind and freezing coldness hit her, and she found herself hugging Hermione outside the wasteland, her thin body in her nightgown couldn't help but tremble.
Warm fireworks covered her whole body, resisting the severe cold brought by the environment.
Hermione in the front squatted down and cried, "I hurt her, I killed her."
"Without me, nothing would happen to her. That's why she came to me for her obsession."
She lay down in the snow again, as if she had not lost her energy.
Lucy also rolled down to her side and hugged her, not knowing what to do.
When she left Kamari Town and returned to Langeburg, she went to Geisler's house to inquire about Hermione's condition, and learned that the mistress was ill and had passed away.
Things are unpredictable. Last night Hermione said that her mother and sister were also dead. No wonder it turned out like this.
I really haven't thought about what would happen to me if my parents and brothers died.
It was incredible that she walked directly into the wilderness in one step.
Such a strong person can't protect his own family, how terrible the other party is.
She looked at the milky white flame wrapped in her hand. She was obviously a person who cared about the people around her, but would always encounter misfortune! She hugged Hermione back in her arms and sat with her in the snow.
"I don't know what to say. Maybe I'm not qualified. I'll wait for you to figure it out."
"Maybe I should just listen to them and obey their arrangements. I obviously had many opportunities to avoid it. Why did it end up like this?"
Hermione struggled up, hugged Lucy and raised her head to the sky, shouting so loudly that it shook the fallen snow from the trees.
Her red hair floated up towards the sky, venting her painful and helpless anger towards her fate.
When Lucy opened her eyes again, she found that she was back on the bed in her bedroom, with Hermione sitting next to her in a daze, looking at the small mirror in her hand.
"Just think about it. I saw a saying that every encounter has its meaning."
After saying that, she went to put on a gray dress and coat, closed the door and left, leaving Hermione sitting inside in a daze.
Hermione lay directly on the bed with her hands and feet spread out, looking at the ceiling in trance.
After I woke up, I hadn't accomplished any of my goals, and I was still alone.
No wonder there was no response to my calls, it turned out that he was gone a long time ago!
Did she die for some reason? Even if she couldn't be beaten, she could still run away. Even the fatal blow would be shared by someone!
She was still bound by the so-called family honor. Why was she so stupid that she had to associate with those cannibals?
He thought of the red sword inserted in the castle, and then looked at the broken spirit body in his hand. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes like water.
At least you need to know what's going on, what exactly happened?
'I still couldn't save you. You were implicated by me. I will find a way.'
She touched the shattered mirror, recalling those painful memories and searching for the possibilities that existed inside.
The witch's magic was all about destruction and man-made disasters. She smiled helplessly, perhaps only the omniscient and omnipotent Creator could do this.
Mr. Fool has no similar authority, so I don’t know if it will be useful to ask for help.
Are they still the creators of the Vampire Clan? They should have similar resurrection magic? But the correspondence is related to their paths.
After thinking about it, she thought of the relics of the ancient sun god in the southern continent, and maybe she could steal the power of creation from there to restore it.
The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom will definitely have clues about that magical ritual, and their master was once a follower of that person.
'What happened to my sister is irreversible, but you and I will try our best.'
Hermione wiped the mirror clean, but the cracks on it did not heal, just as she said to herself.
Then I closed my eyes and rested. I was so exhausted that I didn't want to face it.
After a long time, the door outside knocked and opened.
"Ms. Austin, your friend Helen is here to see you."
Lucy came in with Helen who was wearing heavy clerical clothes. Her light brown hair was still in two small braids and she was wearing a thick cotton hat.
When I saw the decadent figure spread out on the bed, was this the energetic, preachy person I saw a few months ago?
She also lay down directly on the bed. Miss Lucy in front of her probably wouldn't mind, as she had just become a good friend with her.
"Ms. Austin, how about going skiing? I haven't skied before, so now is a rare opportunity."
"Lying down won't solve the problem."
After a long time, Hermione spoke, "You go ahead, I'm tired, and I want to be alone for a while. Thank you for your concern, Helen."
She had no choice but to get up and spread her hands towards Lucy, and the two closed the door and left.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. The world of the strong is not something we can understand."
Helen and Lucy chatted for a while and said goodbye before going back. Could it be that they encountered too big a blow during the mission?
No wonder she didn't come back to Garcia Church. Her luggage is still there and she will come back.
"Strong people also have downturns. In my opinion, she is also a human being, so she has joy, anger, sorrow and joy."
Lucy sent her out and continued to talk a few words. It seemed that Helen's role was the same as hers, and she came back with a thank you.
