Boom and Rikka temporarily lived in a certain wooden house. This was the place prepared by the One-Armed Knight for the two of them. Although it was a bit dilapidated, no one was disturbing them.
However, after a period of tossing, the two of them only slept for less than two hours before they were awakened by the noise in the High Court. Boom smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that he was not homeless, so why did he live here?
Plant a place.
This is not because he has forgotten his status as a poor person, but it is a reaction that only the poor would make. Because in the eyes of the poor, there is no future, no hope, only today and the present.
He took out some dried meat and water from the storage bag. Boom didn't want to get sick and die from eating something dirty. It would be too frustrating to do that.
As for Rikka, she was lowering her head at this time, and the iron candlestick she was holding tightly in her hand was twisted into a ball.
She gets angry when she wakes up. This is a restricted area that even Boom rarely touches. Even though Rikka is very talkative on weekdays, if anyone disturbs her sleep, she will definitely pay a heavy price.
"I said, this is what you want to live here. If we kill people during the day, we can just escape from Highgarden." Boom sighed and said helplessly.
"No matter! It must be the old man with the missing arm who did something good again. He is very angry now." Rikka slowly pushed open the wooden door, intending to beat him up.
However, there was no sign of the one-armed knight outside. Only four or five children were squatting by the door. This one was holding a bowl of clear soup, and the other was holding half a piece of black bread.
"Big sister, big sister, this is the food we gave you. It's delicious." When the children saw Rikka coming out, they immediately surrounded her with a smile.
"Hey, this is milk I stole from home. Although it is mixed with water, it still tastes good."
"This is the bread my father asked me to bring. All the dirty places have been cleaned up."
"I...I don't have much food at home, but these petals can be soaked in water to drink."
Several little guys talked in a flurry, stuffing things into Rikka's arms like offering treasures, and pulling on Rikka's clothes with a smile.
"They are all good kids. You're welcome, big sister. Let me see where to start." Rikka smiled with a face-changing expression, completely ignoring Boom's weird expression behind her.
A moment later, Rikka and Boom were sitting on wooden chairs, chewing the "garbage" while watching the poor people walk out of the wooden door.
"Next time when I wake you up, if you dare to bite me again, I will stuff your mouth with these things." Boom said with a smile.
"Brother, don't ruin my image. I have to go out every day. It's not like you staying at home all day." Liuhua pouted and replied unhappily.
Familiar games, familiar quarrels and chaos. Boom sat on the wooden chair without making any movement, but no one dared to approach.
This is the meaning of the one-armed knight. Although the other party intends to help, the feeling of danger has never weakened. He believes that anyone who dares to offend Boom will be killed instantly.
Compared to Boom, Rikka gave him the illusion of an angel. His tyrannical strength was definitely no less than that of a high-level warrior, but in front of children, he seemed as gentle and sweet as the big sister next door.
The one-armed knight stared at Rikka blankly, and saw that she was standing next to a large iron pot, sometimes stirring the meat with a wooden stick, and sometimes throwing some herbs into it.
Medicinal diet is a skill that Rikka learned from the Ogu City Monastery. Although it cannot be compared with those expensive potions, it is better than being extremely easy to make.
As for the pills, Rikka didn't even think about it. Not to mention how effective her pills were, they were made by her own hands, so naturally only Boom would eat them.
But Rikka has done her best today. Although these ingredients are nothing to Boom and her, they are good things that many poor people cannot afford to enjoy in their lifetime.
Regardless of the energy and time spent, even the ingredients themselves cost more than thirty gold coins. But fortunately, the Highgarden slum is very small, with only a few dozen people, otherwise Boom would definitely stop it.
.
"It's not healed yet. It's just because you're greedy, isn't it? Help sister grind the herbs." Liuhua slapped a small hand away, then laughed and cursed.
"Sister, do you still want those bones? Can you give me one later?" Another little girl asked timidly, holding spices in her hands.
"What are you doing with the bones? Do you have a dog at home?" Rikka asked without thinking.
However, just such an unintentional remark made everyone present drop their heads. The one-armed knight raised his head and lamented, and then told Rikka the reason.
"Those bones and flesh can be ground into powder after being dried. Although these things are not eaten, they are the only nutrition for the poor. Her father's hand was broken." The one-armed knight gently took the little girl into his arms and then explained.
Tao.
"So, if you have no use for these bones, I hope you can give them to her." The one-armed knight walked to the iron pot and bowed to Rikka.
Boom, who was always watching, still had a frosty look on his face, still not believing the other party's nonsense. In his opinion, asking for help from strangers was the most incompetent sign.
However, Rikka nodded, and even quietly took out some dried meat from the dimensional space. Although she is a murderous demon, she will not attack these children.
That night, each of the patients in the barn received a small bowl of broth, which was not only delicious, but also incorporated countless herbs.
The one-armed man wanted to thank the two of them, but Boom and Rikka had already closed the wooden door. As a former noble, how could he bother them again?
Boom and Rikka were squeezed into this small space. The former was stroking the scratches on the wall blankly, while the latter had no smile on his face.
"Who can kill me, the damn nobles, the damn mercenary union."
"I'm finally going to die, I'm finally going to be free, I'm finally going to see my lover."
"Twenty-three years, one hundred and seventy-five days, to my dearest daughter."
Rikka leaned gently against Boom, no longer laughing as she had during the day. She could not fully understand this heaviness, but she could understand the sadness in Boom's eyes.
"Brother, did I do something wrong? Are there really no good people in this world?" Rikka asked softly.
"You are right, the world is right, and everyone is right."
"It's just that good people are relative. You killed the mercenaries and brought me the magic crystal. To me, you are a good person. But to those who have lost their loved ones, you are a bad person."
"Rikka, remember, you must consider yourself first in everything. These things are called good deeds when you have the ability, but when you have nothing, you may not meet the same fool as you."
"I don't care where I live, I'm just worried that I will wrong you. After all, I only have a sister like you."
After Boom said that, he waved his hand to erase the scratches on the wooden board. He didn't want Rikka to think about that kind of thing, let alone be troubled by it.
Pain is the deepest scar in Boom's memory. Even though he has become an intermediate magician now, those past events are still fresh in his mind.