Conan carried the bread through a filthy alley, the pavement of which had not been hardened, and when it got wet, it turned into a disgusting puddle of sludge. The alleys are lined with garbage left by nearby residents, which has been rummaged through by many beggars, and it will not be until the cleaning day that someone will come and clean it up.

Many years later, Conan described the alleys he walked through as a child to a group of monks who came to Abbasquia on pilgrimage: "It's hard to imagine that I haven't forgotten it now, but it's hard to imagine that I can forget it." It's a rarity of the entire Great Pruz Empire, dare I say. It's the dirtiest and smelliest place in all of Grand Prus!"

Before reaching this road, Conan hurriedly wrapped the noodles he was holding in his hand into his clothes and wrapped them again and again, so as not to get contaminated with the stench of the alley, which would be difficult for people to swallow. Conan took a deep breath and said silently in his heart, and it was over quickly, and it was over quickly.

It's not until it's a psychological effect, just feel that in the blink of an eye, Conan is about to pass through this seemingly long and boundless alley, but when he was about to get out of the alley, Conan suddenly felt weak under his feet, as if he had stepped on something, and almost slipped.

After his body barely regained his balance, Conan hurriedly looked at the trouser leg under his feet. "Don't stand on anything dirty," Conan muttered under his breath.

A slight moan reached Conan's ears. A child who looked to be about Conan's age was lying in the shadows of the alley, and what Conan had just stepped on seemed to be one of the child's outstretched arms.

"Help me......," the child said weakly, "please, just give me a stutter." ”

Conan then noticed that the child seemed to have a large scar on his body, like the marks of being beaten, and now it looked like it was inflamed, and if no one paid attention to him, within a few days, the child would stink to death in this alley, and then be pinched by the street cleaner and thrown out by the street cleaner, and cremated somewhere outside the city.

Conan took one last look at the child, then turned and walked out of the alley.

By the time he got home, the sun was already setting in the west, and Conan took out the bread in his arms and devoured it.

Conan frowned as he ate the jam in the bread, thinking.

"Give him an extra copper plate tomorrow. ”

The house where Conan lives is very large, but it is also very empty, from the moment he enters the door, he can't see a decent piece of furniture in the room at all, there is nothing on the floor of the wooden room, there is always a feeling of squeaking when he steps on it, and what is worse is that there are even a few holes in the room, and when it comes to winter, there is always wind coming out of the hole, Conan and Davis are huddled together to keep warm, and when they wake up, both of them have frost on their heads.

Looking at the worn-out bed, Conan suddenly heard the door of his room open, and a stumbling step stepped on the wooden floor to enter the door.

Even in the face of such a life, it is difficult for Conan to have any dissatisfaction with his cheap dad, looking at Davis's eyes full of strange eyes, Conan knows that in this family, he is not the popular one.

Davis wasn't doing very well today, and even alcohol had a hard time numbing his sensitive nerves.

"Someone went to the tavern to look for you today?" In the face of the long silence in this room, Conan finally couldn't help but speak first. In Conan's impression, there was only one way to get Davis to go home early, and that was if some of the guards in armor went to the tavern to look for him, Davis, who was annoyed, would have two less drinks and return to the leaky room early. However, in Conan's impression, such things have become less and less.

"Yes. Davis casually picked up the bread that Conan had prepared for himself, took a hard bite on it, and said, "Those annoying guys are always annoying, but fortunately they have been coming less and less in the past two years." ”

Somehow, Conan heard an indescribable sense of loneliness in Davis's words. "What are they looking for you? Conan couldn't help but ask.

"They, huh. It's useless for them to look for me, an old man, what to do with me. Davis's face was filled with a self-deprecating look. "Let's not talk about these old sesame seeds and rotten grains. You've got an eight-or nine-year-old, Conan?"

"Three months and seven years old, father. Conan replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Davis habitually tried to grope for the wine glass beside him, but he caught it empty, so he had to pick up the bread in his hand again and nibble on it. "Sometimes it feels like you're a lot older than you really are. Doesn't that look like it's inherited from me, with your mother?"

"Perhaps, I've never met my mother, and I've rarely heard you mention it, father. Conan replied.

At this point in the chat, Conan couldn't hear his father's voice replying to him for a long time, but there was a familiar snoring sound. Conan swallowed the last bite of the bread in his hand, then crept to Davis's side, found a blanket to cover him after making sure he was asleep, took the little bread he had eaten out of his hand, and barely put Davis into a slightly more comfortable sleeping position, and ran out of the house.

Conan knew that although his family was not wealthy, his father had a very strange habit of never eating leftovers, so of course he threw away this bit of bread.

When he walked to the place where he usually lost things at home, Conan hesitated, took the bread and turned his head and ran towards the location of the alley.

In the alley, several beggars walked up to the boy's side, asked in a coercive tone, "Did you find anything to eat today?" and kicked the boy directly.

This time, however, the boy did not beg for mercy or moan twice, as usual, but simply did not move at all. One of the beggars picked up the boy's head, reached out and sniffed, then threw it on the ground in disgust, saying, "Hell, it's out of breath again." Let's go for the next one. With that, the beggars left the alley shoulder to shoulder.

Conan, who was standing at the end of the alley, watched the group walk away before running to the boy's side and placing Davis's leftover bread in the boy's hand. For a moment, Conan was also puzzled by his actions, why he did such a thing for no reason.

"Can you tell me why you're doing this?" a hoarse voice came into Conan's ears.

"I don't know. Conan replied subconsciously somehow.

After saying this, Conan turned around vigilantly, and found that a man in a gray robe and a black mask suddenly appeared behind him.

Conan glanced at the corner of the street with some alarm, and the street was empty, and there was not a single pedestrian in sight.

Conan spoke, "My name is Conan Davis, who are you?"

The grayfriar looked at the boy's panicked expression, smiled silently through the mask, and said, "I really can't see that you are still the heir of a nobleman. ”

In the Great Prus, civilians are not allowed to have surnames, if you really want to distinguish, you can only say that you are from a certain tribe, of course, now the tribe is gone, civilians can only say the name of the place. Just now, Conan took the initiative to introduce himself and explain his name, which did not mean a sense of deterrence. The murder of nobles under the royal city is not something that anyone can afford.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The Grey Friar, in order to make the boy relax, took the initiative to take a step back as he spoke. "But I don't think you will regret knowing me, I can teach you to read and write, do you want to learn?"

"I may not be able to pay my tuition. Conan accosted the monk without saying a word, and prepared to run out. From these two lines of dialogue, Conan has already heard that this person is an old man nine times out of ten, and he is really going to run out like crazy, and he is very sure that he can get rid of him.

"I don't think you understand what I mean, kid. The Grey Friar paused, and continued, "I'm going to teach you, no tuition, as long as you take some time out of your day to walk around with me, an old man." ”

"I think you're right, but I can't afford it, maybe this kid wills?" Conan suddenly pointed behind the Grey Friar, and then flew out as the monk turned to look back, and the monk was thrown away without a trace in a few breaths.

The Greyfriar looked at Conan's rushing back, shook his head helplessly, and squatted down in the alley, praying for the little boy who had just died.

This may be the first time in the boy's life that someone has prayed for him.

In the Northland, a little boy who was still changing his teeth was reciting the "Ancient Book of Sardinia" sentence by sentence in a leaky accent.

"When a person needs help, the great Lord does not help him, because the Lord wants him to know that he must learn to use the people and things around him to deal with problems, and that it is better to be self-reliant than to pray every day. ”

This sentence is wrong, and the last half of the sentence is that the pious are naturally blessed. The monk standing on the side said helplessly, "How many times have you mispronounced this sentence?"

Benguela nodded impatiently, he already knew the words in the book, but many of the things in it were too boring for him to be interested, and he always felt that the original text was wrong, so he deliberately read it according to his own will. It wasn't until there was a faint sound of horses' hooves outside the house that Benguela's face showed a look of joy.

Seeing that he could not keep him, Mende simply let him run away.

"Don't play too crazy, remember to read it a few more times when you come back in the evening......" Mender wanted to say a few more words, but before he could finish speaking, Benguela ran out with a thud.

After Benguela ran out, the mayor walked in through the door with a smile on his face and asked, "How is the boy learning?"

Men'er sighed, handed the mayor a piece of parchment covered in graffiti, and said, "You didn't get it easily, it's so bad." ”

After reading it, the mayor laughed happily, grabbed his gray beard, and said to Menerde: "Look at this painting, it is me, how similar it is." I think this kid probably has the talent of an artist. ”

Seeing the mayor's happy appearance, Men'er De shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.

Outside the door, I saw a group of people riding tall horses towards the door of the mayor's house. Benguela excitedly stood on the fence in front of the mayor's house and shouted excitedly at the knights, and then jumped over the fence.

The mayor's wife behind her couldn't help complaining: "My little ancestor, the door is next to it, I have to climb this railing, what's so good about this railing." ”

Benguela did not speak, but replied to the mayor's wife with a hearty laugh, and then ran to the group like a returning bird.

"Father, Uncle Hope, Uncle Frederick, are you back?" cried Benguela with joy, "I show you, this time I have grown a lot taller, and I am old enough to ride a horse." With that, he excitedly grabbed the mane of a horse and gestured with his hand.

The group of knights smiled and dismounted from their horses and greeted Benguela one after another.

"Hey, handsome young man, how are you doing? I've heard that there are quite a few girls in town who have taken a crush on you, and the dew doesn't come out of nowhere. ”

"Yes, yes, I have grown a lot stronger, and if I continue to grow like this, I will not only be able to teach you to ride a horse during the day!"

"How about the bow and arrow I taught you, I will have to test you later, and those who lose are not allowed to make faces for a week?"

Soon, Benguela was amused by the group of knights, and his face was red and white for a while, and he was speechless. Until a man wearing chain mail and a knight's sword at his waist dismounted from his horse, it can be seen from the way he dismounted that the knight's leg was seriously injured, and there was some obvious sloping sensation when he walked and dismounted.

He made his way through the crowd, touched Benguela's head, and said, "I'm sorry, kid, I'll have to come back to you later, and now I'm afraid I'll have to talk to the mayor first." With that, he dragged his feet to the gate of the mayor's house, but before entering again, as if suddenly remembering something, he glanced back at the knights around Benguela and said, "Hey, give me some door!"

The knights burst into laughter.

Since José left the mayor's house that day, José has taken out his savings to form a mercenary group, recruiting people from his fiefdom and the town's taverns who are not willing to be mediocre, or who have a story to tell, to do some law and order work in the vicinity of the town, and the people in the town and the territory near the town affectionately call him "Lord José of the Sheriff".

José stepped through the curtain of the mayor's house and walked into the mayor's house.

"Lord Joyce," Jose said eagerly, after a slight bow to the mayor, "there are some things that I can report to you. José said as he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Mende, who was sitting next to him.

Mende stood up, embarrassed at first, then serious, nodded and said to Joyce and José, "I'll be back later." ”

Mende is a man who has seen the world, Jose has been reporting to the mayor for almost ten years, and he has never carried himself behind his back, and this time there should be something big about to happen.

Jose patted Mender on the shoulder with some apologies, and after making sure that Mender had walked out of the door some distance, he whispered, "I brought back the unfortunate news this time, the tribe of three or four Wiegand people very close to our town may have to move when they come in." ”

Hearing this, the smile on Joyce's face froze, and the parchment he was holding in his hand fell to the ground.