Sometimes disappointment is like a clumsy jester, which not only fails to bring joy to people, but also makes people feel nauseous. The mercenary team that the one-armed knight chose to rob and kill left behind only some oil paintings and porcelain in the carriage. Moreover, these things are still imitations and are completely useless. After losing three lives, the harvest in the slums is only a few dozen gold coins.
But even so, it is better than being killed by the opponent. If Boom and Rikka hadn't come to their aid, the four of them would have become dinner in the mouth of the beast.
The next morning, the one-armed knight held a list in his hand and met with Rikka to the market area. Since he successfully robbed and killed the mercenary group, he naturally had to exchange the gold coins for daily necessities.
"Why do you want to help those poor people? Is there any special reason?" Rikka held the bamboo basket and looked at each other curiously.
"Because this is my home and a place that I want to protect, just like that gentleman does not allow anyone to hurt you." The one-armed knight replied with a smile.
Compared with his contact with Boom, the One-Armed Knight prefers Rikka, a little girl. The former makes him feel cold, while the latter is as friendly as the warm sun.
"I have some gold coins here, let's buy some food for the children." Liuhua stuffed a money bag into the other person's arms and looked back habitually.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. I feel your generosity again." The one-armed knight did not refuse, nor did he make any excuses.
Knight status has long become a thing of the past. As long as it can make the poor live a better life, he can even give up his other arm.
The two of them walked in the market area, sometimes stopping in front of a certain stall, and sometimes bargaining with merchant owners. However, what made the one-armed knight helpless was that what Rikka bought was far beyond his imagination. p>
Expensive steaks, scarce fruits, a small bag of tea costing more than ten gold coins, and snacks stuffed casually into bamboo baskets.
In just half an hour, Rikka had already spent more than fifty gold coins, and judging from his condition, he had no intention of stopping.
"Sir, you...you have already bought a lot, will the other adult be angry?" the one-armed knight said very tactfully, which also reminded Riuka to spend less.
"Another adult doesn't care about these things. It's just a few dozen gold coins. Why are you so idle?" Rikka chewed on the newly bought snacks and replied with an unhappy look.
The one-armed knight grinned and then stopped talking. They slowly raised the shopping lists in their hands and put countless things into storage bags.
Brown bread is the most basic food and an indispensable thing for everyone. In many cases, a piece of brown bread saves a life.
Offal and scraps are prepared for the patients in the barn. Although these things are not valuable, they are the only meat that the poor can afford.
However, these things cost more than a dozen gold coins. It's not that they are expensive, but that the one-armed knight bought too many.
Rikka followed the other party silently, neither asking nor obstructing her. This was what Boom had given her, to watch more and talk less.
The one-armed knight walked into the tailor shop again. After paying some gold coins, he stuffed a few old clothes into a storage bag.
After that, he visited the bookstore again. However, at this moment, he did not bargain anymore and just paid and left. Rikka found that what the other party bought were only the most basic books, and there were even a lot of cards with common characters mixed in. Finally, the one-armed knight stepped into the elf shop, and walked towards a certain clerk with a smile amidst the contempt of everyone. At this time, the identity of the high-ranking knight was completely gone, and his humble expression made Rikka feel sick.
"Why are you here again? The medicine is still at the same price, which is already our cost price. Please don't embarrass us anymore."
The elf girl said helplessly that the other party would visit several times a month and had no sense of being a high-level knight.
"Of course, of course, I collected enough money today, two bottles, I want two bottles." The one-armed knight took out the last bag of gold coins and replied with a smile.
In the end, he spent all his money and got only two bottles of the lowest-grade healing potion. But even so, his face was filled with hope, which was a kind of compassion for life.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect you to be like this now, our high-ranking knight." Just as he was about to walk out of the shop, a voice suddenly came from behind.
The body stiffened instantly, but it only took a few seconds for the one-armed knight to smile and turn around to greet him again. The other person was an acquaintance and a former classmate.
The two entered the Principality Academy in the same year. The one-armed knight was talented and intelligent, but the other one spent all his time in the aristocratic circle. In the end, he became a high-ranking knight, but the other one could only go home and inherit the title.
But during a certain mission in the principality, the other party bribed a certain adjutant and ordered the one-armed knight to go to a dangerous place alone. Although he came back alive in the end, he also lost his left arm.
What happened after that seemed ordinary. The one-armed knight lost his job because he failed to complete the mission, so he could only return to the slums and live a life of robbing and killing mercenary groups.
The one-armed knight walked out of the shop silently as the laughter continued, and finally blended into the crowd. As for Rikka on the side, he never spoke.
Half an hour later, the two were sitting on wooden chairs outside the market area. Rikka looked at each other with a smile, while the one-armed knight sighed heavily.
"This is the ale I bought for myself. It seems I'm going to drink it now." The one-armed knight laughed, completely ignoring the looks of passers-by.
"Please accept this thing. This is the only thing I can do, because I will not help in the High Garden." Rikka handed the opponent a giant sword, which she got after robbing a mercenary group.
Trophies.
Returning to the slums, a smile appeared on the face of the one-armed knight again, and children gathered around him, constantly asking for gifts.
Everything in the storage bag was taken out. Although there was a lot of food, it still could not satisfy everyone's life. Although clothes and books were shabby, they were the only hope for pregnant women.
"Is it interesting? I'm curious about what you did today?" Boom said while drinking ale.
"He's shopping, I think he's a good guy, I just don't think so." Rikka replied softly.
"I don't know if he is a good person, but if he continues to be like this, something will definitely happen." Boom smiled and muttered indifferently.
In the evening of this day, the slum area was as lively as a festival, with the smell of meat wafting from every house, and a smile on everyone's face.
Children are running on the dirty streets, holding candies in their hands and trying to show off their things. In mid-air, bamboo dragonflies are spinning and flying.
These things were gifts from the One-Armed Knight, and they were the only things he could afford. He didn't want to see these little things rummaging through the trash can all day long, and just hoped that they could have a good childhood.
Even though this kind of childhood seems very cheap, even if it is insignificant in the eyes of most people, the one-armed knight still feels like doing this because it is the life he once imagined.