The morning light woke up the world, and also woke up the four people in the water. Boom boiled water to make tea as usual, and Rikka also yawned, heating the remaining fish fillet soup.
After washing their faces, the orphan brother and sister sat there, neither asking questions nor daring to move around. Boom nodded when he saw this, and Rikka smiled again.
This is how communication is. Only when both parties are smart can the process be pleasant. In other words, if the other party does not know the depth at this moment and walks around in the Wonder House at will, then Rikka will not tolerate it anymore and just kill him directly.
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After breakfast, Rikka took the little boy out of the Wonder House, while Boom and the little girl sat across from each other by the fire. The cold temperature remained the same, and the red charcoal gave off wisps of heat.
"Don't worry, Rikka won't do anything to your brother. On the contrary, Rikka is a very strong warrior, maybe you can give him some guidance."
Boom first poured the little girl a cup of hot tea, and then opened a pack of snacks from Rikka. Although Boom has a cold personality, he still understands the proper etiquette.
The little girl nodded, because she couldn't think of a reason for Rikka to kill her brother, not to mention that she had no ill intentions at all, but was full of love for Boom.
Time passed slowly, and she and Boom also went from being awkward with each other at the beginning to talking freely. During the period, she revealed the pain of being an orphan, and Boom also informed her of his orphan status.
The dark alleys of Ogu City are vivid, and the wooden houses of Changsuo City are right in front of you. In some ways, Boom feels that this little girl is better than Rikka, because like him, she has been an orphan from beginning to end.
That is something Rikka cannot understand in this life, because Rikka is strong and has never experienced helplessness and despair.
It was the helplessness of fighting for a piece of black bread, the bloody determination of the ownership of the trash can, the numbness of rummaging through the sewer, and the unwillingness to stuff the leftovers into the mouth.
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Boom looked at the little girl quietly, like a brother looking at his sister. The other person was not a contracted beast, not a "White Death", nor a powerful being who dared to face the great swordsman without changing his expression.
If I had not met the old man, if I had not obtained the parchment scroll, if I had not met Rikka, if I had died on that nameless hill.
I wonder if I can still be so calm, can I still cross the ocean and come to the frozen continent, can I still live in the city lord's mansion, and can I still be in the mood to relax outside the ice field.
The answer is yes, so it is rare for Boom to feel guilty and show his true face to others. A long sigh echoed in the wonderful house, and Boom looked out the window blankly,
"You and I are both orphans, so we can understand each other, but we are so different from each other, at least now we are definitely not the same person."
"You should be angry, angry about why your gods are so cruel, and angry about why you were born as a human being, but you can only go with the flow."
"But you are also lucky. At least you have each other, and at least you have someone with whom you can be honest. If I didn't have all the adventures I had before, I would be far inferior to you now."
Boom took a sip of tea, and his words were filled with envy and a little bit of regret. This feeling cannot be described and can only be presented in this way.
"Brother Boom, this is also your destiny. The gods are always watching everything, and everything is already destined."
"I think people have to live in the present. What they are today is what they are. As for the past, it has become a kind of memory, or experience."
"Brother Boom is no longer alone. I believe Sister Rikka thinks the same way. The sky will eventually clear up, and the frozen river will one day melt."
The little girl patted her chest, showing the unique etiquette of the Vikings. Boom shook his head and smiled bitterly, and no longer struggled with these issues.
There were bursts of laughter again in the Wonderful House, Boom's madness seemed to have improved greatly, and the little girl's knot in her heart was slowly untied.
But looking back at the ice field, it was still cold and cruel. Rikka led the little boy gradually away from the Wonder House, and finally came to the Ice Wood Forest.
She did not transform her hands into short blades, but instead held two wooden branches and stood opposite the little boy with a relaxed expression. She raised her fingers slightly, signaling the other person to attack at will.
Compared with Boom's earnest and seductive attitude, Rikka seems straightforward and simple. In her view, all strength is strengthened by actual combat. Combat is the only way to advance, and no conversation is required.
When the little boy saw this, he first bowed and saluted, and then drew out his long sword. A faint glow of fighting spirit instantly appeared, and he suddenly jumped up high and slashed at the Rikkamen Gate.
Ding! A crisp sound echoed in the ice forest. The little boy was driven away by the force of the shock, while Rikka remained standing in place.
"Is that all you have? Come again! If you are still a man!" Rikka suddenly swung the branch, and the three ice trees collapsed.
The little boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slashed at Rikka again. Boom! He was pushed back by Rikka again, and his body also broke several ice trees.
"Come again! If you still want to protect your sister, then stand up for me!" Rikka said with a cold face, not at all as casual as when she got along with Boom.
Perhaps because of boredom, or because of his nature. Rikka finally slowly walked towards the other party, and the other party was flying in the air like duckweed.
Finally, Rikka picked up the little boy and stuffed a few pills into his mouth. A shadow appeared on his arm again, and the little boy slid nearly a hundred meters like a cannonball.
"Useless thing! Since you can't hurt me at all, just stand still and don't be embarrassed again!" After Rikka said that, a beastly force came out, but the power was only half. p>
But even so, the little boy was vomiting blood again and again. He was seen holding the sword tightly with both hands, and his body was shaking like chaff, but he did not collapse to the ground again.
"Very good! Keep it like this and follow me back to the Wonder House. If you can't stand it during this period, I will kill you." Rikka stood in front of the little boy, showing a rare smile.
Except for Boom, Rikka didn't pay attention to anyone at all, whether it was the Great Mage or the Blessed Knight. This was her nature, and it was also the temperament of a strong person.
After lunch, Rikka put away the Wonder House under the astonished eyes of the orphan brothers and sisters, and Boom returned to his original state of not letting strangers in.
Pieces of snowflakes were falling, and the ice field was always covered with silver. The four of them walked slowly towards Changsuo City. Rikka held Boom's arm, and she no longer looked as cold as before.
Boom, on the other hand, covered Rikka's head with his hands to prevent snowflakes from falling on it. The little girl asked her brother with concern, while the little boy held a book with excitement on his face.
That was the ancient fighting spirit scroll that Liuhua presented to him. Although it is not rare, it is still a rare thing in this frozen continent.
After half a day of contact, Rikka also realized that the other party was in the process of advancing. Perhaps out of gratitude, she didn't mind helping, let alone a dispensable book.
The four finally entered Changsuo City, and the orphan brother and sister walked to the slums together, while Boom and Rikka still wanted to go to the city lord's mansion. Although it was only afternoon, the snow had already fallen again.