The wind and sand are billowing outside the window. Only here, travelers do not need to withstand the harsh sun and the strong wind mixed with sand and gravel. But for those businessmen who are racing against time, if there is a short-term direct route that does not waste time,
, who wants to suffer this kind of cowardice?
But if you want to build a highway directly to Fit City, you have to clear away the sandworms on the sand islands along the way. But this is almost impossible for Bielage, who is still in the early stages of development. Lord Baron
That attempt is the best proof. Not only did they lose a large number of armed dolls, but their own reputation was also fatally affected. Nowadays, not many people are willing to look at them seriously.
"Kid, do you need help?"
Just when Art was leaning against the wall in a daze, and Ravens had already fallen asleep, suddenly, a voice broke the long-standing tranquility in the shelter.
Art trembled, thinking that he was calling him, and subconsciously looked around, but found that he was not talking to him.
A girl who obviously did not look like a Dunmur person exuded pure white color in this dark place.
She has a very rare long pale pink hair, but it is covered with dust. She is tall, but she is lame in one leg. Her eyes are clear, and her emerald-like eyes are inlaid in her eye sockets, but she is unfortunately blind.
One eye...
She is full of miracles, but also full of tragedy.
"Do you need food?" Her voice seemed a little damaged, sometimes as ethereal as a silver bell, sometimes as hoarse as the wind and sand outside the window.
She held a piece of clean bread in one hand and tried to pass it to the frightened child in front of her with a smile.
"Mom...hey, is this sister a doll?" The frightened little girl anxiously tugged at the mother's shabby clothes next to her. At the same time, she widened her curious eyes and looked at the person who was trying to offer her kindness.
Doll.
"Yes, who asked you to do this? Where is your master?" The woman in shabby clothes was a little alert. She looked around and found that most of the others were minding their own business. Except for another curious child,
No one is paying attention to themselves.
But the bread in front of them seemed to be very attractive to the mother and son. Before the broken doll could answer, the little girl took the bread.
"Thank you!" The little girl thanked her and took a big bite of the bread without hesitation. She seemed to have been hungry for a while.
"Thank you very much. Thank you to your master for me..." The woman also nodded gratefully.
"Well, I'm glad that I can help you effectively." The broken doll nodded, and when she started to act again, Art discovered that her left hand had also lost many parts, leaving only a few parts.
There is only one finger, and the arm part is still wrapped in cloth, so it must be damaged.
When Dan Yat observed her, the broken doll had already limped in front of him. One of her eyes was also wrapped by a piece of cloth. In fact, for the doll, there was an empty eye socket.
There is no risk, but maybe this is just to avoid scaring humans.
"Hello, kid."
The broken doll greeted her in a friendly manner. Her face was filled with a smile that was difficult to fault. She obviously lost one eye, but her face still made people feel a perfect gentle temperament. Art's
I felt inexplicably relaxed.
"Hello." Art, who was in a good mood, returned the same smile.
"Do you need food?" The broken doll took out the same bread as before from a small bag on his waist and tried to hand it to Art.
"No need, but I hope someone can chat with me, can you do that?" Atal grabbed the wrist of the broken doll, like a child who had just made a new friend.
"Want to chat? Of course. If possible, I can tell you a story." The broken doll seemed a little surprised, but he quickly agreed to Art's request.
"Here, you sit here." Art moved closer to Ravens and made a space next to him, just enough for her to sit down.
"What story do you want to hear? The story of the bad goblin and the hard-working farmer, or the story of the goblin and the human lady?" The broken doll leaned directly against the wall and slowly slid down to sit in that position.
It seems that 'sitting down' is a very difficult thing for her.
"When we chat, we should look like we are chatting. Well, my name is Art. Where are you, sister?" Art smiled, held the damaged left hand of the broken doll, and said nonchalantly.
"Well, Art, what a nice name." The broken doll smiled, and didn't care that Art held his damaged hand and said, "My name is Miriam.
"
"Miriam? My sister's name is also very nice. Did you choose it yourself or did your master choose it for you?" Art's eyes were clear and he asked the question he wanted with an ignorant look.
Generally speaking, a doll usually has two names. One is the initial name given by the maker when making the doll, and the second is the real name given by the buyer after it is purchased. The doll is
These two names will be recorded very deeply. Even if the Soul Stone has deteriorated to the extreme, these two names will almost never be forgotten.
However, this doll feels different to ordinary dolls, so I try to ask some very basic questions about a doll.
"..." Miriam was silent for a moment as expected, but quickly said: "This is a name that is engraved deep in my memory, but I don't have the impression I had when I was given this name."
You have no impression but remember the name? It is very likely that the Soul Stone has been seriously damaged. Generally speaking, the moment when the name is given is also very important to the doll... Wait?! In that case
If so... Art seems to have caught a blind spot!
"Well, Sister Miriam, do you remember who your master is?" Art tried hard to maintain an innocent smile, hoping that Miss Miriam would not give him a strange answer.
From the previous two commissions, we can see that the word 'master' is quite important to the doll. The master is the doll's code of action and the core purpose of all actions...
"If I don't remember, from my first memory, I have no way of belonging."