The girl's voice was a little weak. She took the fruits and ate them in small bites. The sweet and sour juice of the berries split between her teeth, bringing a little coolness and clearing her consciousness a lot.
Most of the fruits in the wild are very small, very sour, and few can be eaten directly, but these few in my hand are unexpected. Although this black and white raccoon dog is not strong, it seems to have a special talent in finding food.
Watching the girl gradually recover, Lorraine Hill added some dead wood to the fire, and then the two gradually started talking.
"Did he come out alone? It's relatively rare at this age."
Lorraine Hill looked at the girl through the orange flames, and saw that her fair and tender skin should be well maintained at ordinary times, unlike someone who is running around outside, and she has such superb swordsmanship and strength at a young age.
He should also be well educated and not from an ordinary family.
She should be a girl from a certain noble family. Only the children of noble families can be taught swordsmanship. This is the tradition of the Green Empire. They build their country by force, and their personal strength is often the face of the nobles. Although it is not required that they be strong, at least
I know a little bit, but I am not a layman.
"...It's a person." The girl looked at the flames and replied in a daze, then stopped.
Seeing that she didn't want to speak anymore, Lorraine Hill said no more and asked her to sit for a while and take her time.
As the night progressed, Lorraine Hill took out the package he carried with him, took out a towel, poured some water into it, and then handed it to the girl.
"Do you want to wipe your face? I'll go to bed later."
Hearing this, Lottie looked at her hands and touched her cheek, only to realize that she was indeed feeling a little uncomfortable. She said thank you again and took the towel.
Although the sweat during the day has dried up, there is still some discomfort left. It will be more comfortable after washing. Due to current conditions, I can only simply scrub.
When it was time to go to bed, Lorraine Hill took out the blanket he had prepared behind him, spread it on the clean grass, and then invited the girl over.
"Let's sleep here tonight. Fortunately, there are two blankets, just for two people." In fact, she brought a lot in the storage space, but it was not easy to take out too much at this time.
After a night of silence, Lorraine Hill curled up in the rolled up blanket, like a large spring roll, and gradually fell asleep. But the pink-haired girl had some insomnia.
The evening breeze was a bit cold, but the campfire next to me was very warm, and the little black and white animal was lying not far from the fire.
The night sky in the forest is exceptionally clear, and you can see the vast stars that dot the night sky. Although these stars look so small and far away, under the starry sky, you can always feel your own insignificance, as if your sense of existence will be overwhelmed by the vastness.
swallowed up by the world.
The eyelashes on her pupils blinked, Lottie's hand shrunk in the blanket, gently pressed on her chest, feeling the beating heartbeat from time to time, the pulsation of the blood flowing, a feeling of being alive was recognized by the brain and body again.
Know.
"I'm still alive." This sentence is full of hope but also full of sadness.
Although she is still alive, she is the only one who is still alive, and her relatives have passed away one by one before her eyes.
Some died in wars, some died in murders, some died in breaking with the royal family, and some died while protecting her from escaping. The family used to be so glorious, so glorious that it could influence the situation of the entire empire, making countless
People tremble and fear because of it. Under the red dragon flag on a black background, there are countless legions ready to go.
But it all disappeared.
Just over a year ago, she was sitting in the quiet courtyard of her home, painting the sky with colorful paints, and then a knight in armor with blood on her armor rushed into her home and brought bad news.
Her father, the guardian of the southern border of the empire, the Duke of the Red Dragon, and the patriarch of the Basca family, died in Crancia, and the empire's army was retreating steadily under the new weapons of Clancia.
From that day on, everything changed.
Urgent news came from the front one after another. The numbers of the family's elite regiments disappeared from the records one by one. The uncles and uncles from the past never came back. The aunts shed tears at home all day long, and the mother also
From then on, there were few words.
She didn't understand the intrigues and exchanges of interests among the upper echelons of the empire. But it was indeed a period of extreme chaos. The lights in the study room at home seemed to have never been extinguished. Every day, she met vassals from all over the world, and people wearing top hats.
The nobles discussed with each other, and messengers constantly shuttled through the mansion, sending and delivering news from all parties.
However, such efforts did not change the outcome.
When the emperor died suddenly, the situation in the empire became confusing for a while, and the regent in charge of the power, His Royal Highness Edron, did not have a good impression of the Pascal family, and there had been discord during the past Western Expedition.
Unfortunately, the emperor who could suppress them in the past has passed away, and Grand Duke Pascal has also disappeared on the battlefield with his elite men. No amount of tricks will be of any use to the regent, who holds the last army of the empire in his hands.
At his suggestion, the Baskar family became sacrifices for the Empire's war against Crancia.
A large amount of territory was ceded, wealth was stolen, and paid out as war reparations, just to end this failed and painful expansion.
Naturally, the descendants of the Red Dragon Duke will not sit still and wait for death. Various rebellions have arisen in the southern region. As the uncrowned king who has ruled this land for hundreds of years, the Pascal family has a deep business. There are always loyal nobles and knights.
Join the expedition with warriors.
Until they all died under the black iron cavalry and saber.
Those hussars wearing short cloaks carried short muskets and held sharp sabers. Since the battle in Crancia, they also absorbed a lot of the tactical essence of their opponents and entered a new era.
The cavalry and spears of the past no longer have an advantage when facing the rows of muskets and cannons, and the so-called heroic charge only allows those muskets to fire one more bullet.
Most of the elite legions that could resist and harvest these musketeers were lost on the battlefield. After the war, the Bhaskar family was extremely weak. In this way, rebellions were set off again and again, and they were extinguished by the regent's legions again and again.
During this back and forth separation, the last blood of the Paskar family was drained. Now no nobles dare to accept the descendants of the red dragon. Even if there are loyal people, they just advise her to leave this land as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte, we can no longer be loyal to the red dragon on a black background. You will be sent to a distant overseas country, where you may be able to spend an ordinary but stable second half of your life."
"We can only do this." The slightly fat butler bent down in shame, and the dragon-armored knights behind him were also silent, watching the girl being put on the carriage, and gradually
Leave the familiar home and escape to unknown territory.
Late at night in the forest, the sleeping girl had warm tears unknowingly left in the corners of her eyes.
Perhaps, this is the retribution of the Paskar family. The person who caused the wave of fire will eventually be swallowed by the wave of fire.
And even though she is young, she cannot escape everything behind this name. Whether it is glory, glory, sadness, pain, or sin, they will all turn into bitter fruits and be swallowed slowly.