The next morning, Rikka held a broom and cleaned the fallen leaves outside the courtyard gate, while Boom rarely leaned aside, showing no intention of sleeping in.
"Brother, this is just your guess. How about we ask her directly." Rikka turned her head and looked at the door that was always closed, and said softly.
"Ask? She has lost her memory. What can we ask? You are out for a day, so let me handle this matter." Boom replied coldly.
Rikka was stunned when she heard this, but she instantly remembered Boom's various experiences in the past, and he was also a person who had been in a black jail. I guess the so-called "treatment" must be terrible.
"No, no! Brother can't do that, I will never agree to it! She is just a little girl, so what if she is from a nomadic tribe?"
Rikka held the broom in front of her and shook her head like a gnome pendulum clock. In her eyes, although the little girl was a bit mysterious, she was not a bad person after all.
"If it were a nomadic tribe, I would be able to breathe a sigh of relief. You should also read this book. It is best to pay more attention to the so-called 'saint' section in it."
Boom handed the book "Nomad Tribes and Old Dominators" to Rikka, then turned and walked into the small courtyard. Rikka stuffed it into her arms and waved the broom again.
After breakfast, Boom was still drinking strong tea as usual, while Rikka ran directly to the residence of the dark elf Christine across the door and carefully read the book.
Although Christine seemed uninterested in this, she still answered the questions raised by Rikka softly. As a dark elf, she neither believed in the old gods nor had any interest in the gods.
Boom was always looking out the window, or to be precise, looking at the little girl. He had a very strong feeling, a very bad feeling.
As for the little girl, she is wearing a bearskin blanket and squatting in the corner of the yard. This is her new "camp" and her private world.
A small bonfire slowly rose, instantly lighting up the space in the shadows. She turned her back to Boom, trying to make herself look the same as yesterday.
"I have been treated as an alien since I was a child. No one wanted to play with me since I was a child, except that little boy."
"He likes the wheat straw dragonflies I knitted, and he often secretly gives me some dried meat and fruits."
"However, he died. The first warrior in the clan cried very sadly."
"With continuous migration, the number of tribesmen continues to decrease, why do our own people have to fight each other with swords?"
"The first warrior also died. The ground here is full of white nightshade flowers, only dotted with blood."
"I am alone again. I just need to walk to the High Court and complete the final entrustment."
"My name is Rebecca, I am a saint of the nomadic tribe, and I am a high-level natural magician!"
The tears kept falling to the ground, and eventually became contaminated with dust and turned into mud balls. The bearskin blanket wrapped her body tightly, which was her last line of defense.
However, just when she was about to collapse, the figures of Boom and Rikka suddenly appeared in her mind. They rescued her and even allowed her to live and eat for free until now.
"Sister Rikka's bearskin blanket is very warm, her body smells great, and cooking is even more enjoyable."
"Brother Boom is a priest, but why can't I feel any sacred aura? What a strange spell."
"It turns out that they are such people. It turns out that they are people who walk alone like me."
Rebecca stroked the small hourglass on her chest, but then hid it in her clothes. She wiped away her tears, smiled again, and the bonfire gradually became more intense.
She has completed the last task assigned to her by the old patriarch, has reached the High Court, and has escaped the pursuit of those demons.
She wanted to continue to have "amnesia" like this, always wearing a bearskin blanket, and always staying with Boom and Rikka. She liked this feeling, and liked those two smiling faces.
Time passed by minute by second. After lunch, Rikka held countless snacks given to her by the dark elf Christine and bowed obediently.
Returning to the courtyard, Rikka did not pay attention to the little girl in the corner, but walked straight into the room. She looked at Boom with a complicated expression, and the latter nodded with a smile.
"Brother, is she really a saint? Is the saint a fool?" The original serious atmosphere was shattered instantly, and Boom almost died of anger when he heard this.
"Rikka, there should be only one way for you to die. Do you know what it is?" Boom sighed and motioned for him to sit down and talk.
"What? Are you going to die because you have conquered your country?" Rikka asked carelessly while chewing the newly acquired snacks.
"Stupid! Are you a pig? There is magic power in her body. She was definitely a magician before she lost her memory." Boom grabbed Rikka's stupid hair and scolded in a low voice.
Rikka, on the other hand, hugged Boom like a scoundrel and collapsed directly into his arms. She had finished reading the book, but still did not want to hurt this girl.
"A saint is just a saint. She is still a contracted beast that can take the form of a human. If you have too many lice, don't be afraid of them. Brother, just get used to it."
Although Rikka said this, she raised her head and looked at the little girl sitting in the corner. She was still wearing a bearskin blanket and still squatting by the bonfire.
Various childhood experiences appear in my mind like abstract paintings, which are the fragrance of earth, the tenderness of wild flowers, and the blue sky.
The bloody scenes from a few months ago are still before our eyes, with familiar heads, stumps and broken arms. It was a night of despair, the beginning of a journey, and the other side of happiness.
These days seem to repeat themselves forever. Brother Boom is still mysterious, and Sister Rikka still brings food. This is a paradise on the way, or my own end.
The gray linen hood on his body is a bit prickly, but it is something he has never worn before. The leather boots on his feet are also very soft, they are gifts that Rikka sewn overnight.
Clear water embraced the campfire, and white smoke floated in the air. Rebecca closed the tent with a smile, and then ran back to the room with a smile.
Nothing has changed. The tea cup in Brother Boom's hand is steaming, and the snacks in Sister Rikka's mouth are swallowed into her stomach.
"It's popular, it's time for dinner!" Rikka opened the covers one by one, revealing the dinner that had been prepared. Boom also waved to her and motioned for her to sit down.
Although her memory was restored, Rebecca still ate a lot. She tried hard not to cry, and tried hard to maintain this state between the three of them.
Rikka didn't have any doubts. After everyone finished eating, they lit up the fire. Rebecca, also wrapped in a bearskin blanket, obediently handed over the charcoal.
But a glint flashed in Boom's eyes. He grinned, but then sighed. The book was opened again, and the two women fell asleep hugging each other again.
"A body without a soul? It's really the most ironic illusion. Little girl, I never taught you to wash your hands before eating." Boom stared at the other person in the darkness and murmured.
Rebecca, who was curled up in a bearskin blanket, was biting her lip. She wanted to keep pretending because this was her hard-earned happy life.
