It hadn't rained since Aniji had been in a month, and the parched earth cracked like dehydrated skin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, what is even more thirsty than the earth is the people who live on this land.

Little West walked on the sparsely populated street, helplessly pulling the placket of every passerby: "Master, master, buy me, as long as ten silver coins, I am willing to be your slave, I can do anything for you, even if you beat me and scold me, it doesn't matter......"

It was his third day on the street, and every time he was responded to either the disgusted glances of the gentlemen or the angry "get out" from the adults, only a few good people looked at him with pity and gave him a few copper plates.

There are twelve copper plates in total, just enough to buy a cup of pure clean water in this scorching world.

This is simply not enough.

Little West's father was a mercenary, his mother was an ordinary cotton spinner, and he had two younger brothers and a younger sister at home. It was supposed to be a happy family, but everything changed this year, when the mercenary father was left unheard from after a mercenary mission at the beginning of the year, and his mother fell ill because she was worried about his father's safety, and he was the only one who could carry the burden of the family in this scorching summer day.

Little West is twelve years old and a man!

He did the hardest work and the most tiring work on the construction site, trying to support the lives of his younger siblings. However, misfortune often happened unexpectedly, and three days ago, his spine was temporarily incapacitated due to long-term high-intensity work.

But...... He also had to feed his younger siblings and his mother, who was unable to move on the sickbed.

Little West chose to sell himself, and he had already found out in the bazaar that slaves in the black market could be sold for about ten to twenty silver coins, enough to cure his mother's illness, and enough for his brothers and sisters to survive this difficult time.

He was still young and could not do much, so he only planned to sell himself for ten silver coins.

This is a fair price, and he vaguely hopes that he can sell it for a higher price, so that he can help his mother and younger siblings live a happier and carefree life.

But the truth is often cruel, even if it is the lowest price of ten silver coins, no one will look at him at all.

As a slave, I must be the most unsuccessful one......

Little West thought bitterly, repeating the failure over and over again.

"Sir," as usual, he grabbed the placket of a well-dressed man, ready to respond to the roar, "buy me, as long as ten silver coins, I am willing to be your slave, I can do anything for you, even if you beat me and scold me......"

"Ten silver coins?" To his surprise, the gentleman did not come out with his sleeves, nor did he pretend to be merciful to send him a few copper plates, he looked at him very seriously, "I can buy a warrior from the barbarian tribe for ten silver coins, I can buy a young and beautiful girl, can you tell me, why did you let me spend ten precious silver coins to buy you?" ”

"I ......"

Little West hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

"It seems that you haven't figured it out yet," the gentleman pulled the brim of his hat, showing eight teeth, and smiled, "When you figure it out, come to me again at the 'Xiangche Beauty', and if you can give me a satisfactory answer, I will buy you for ten silver coins." ”

The gentleman in black faded away, and his voice followed the wind into the boy's confused ears: "My name is Etherich Lehman, and I look forward to the day when we meet again." ”

Little West watched him go away, and did not hold back the few pedestrians on the street for a day, and did not say a word to anyone else. He shut himself up in a small dark room, thinking alone in the boundless darkness.

――What can I do? What kind of value do I have?

After thinking about it all day, the little boy did not think of his own worth, and it was not until the dead of night that he realized what was different from those slaves, and he finally thought of his answer. Before dawn, he came to Dongcheng District and knocked on the door of the Chamber of Commerce.

The doorman naturally ignored such a little ghost who did not know the height of the sky, and he waited in front of the door, until the sun was rising, and after the gentleman in black walked out of the door, he saluted respectfully and said his answer: "Sir, my value lies in my freedom, and I will sell you my life, my will, and everything I have." ”

The gentleman was stunned for two moments, and then smiled: "What a reply beyond my expectations." However, I am satisfied with this answer, our future Master Master. I've decided, I'll buy you for ten gold Mastan. ”

"Mastan? Gold? ”

Looking at the confused teenager, the gentleman said: "One gold coin is equivalent to a hundred silver coins, enough for your mother to get the best treatment, for your younger siblings to get the best education, so that they don't have to worry too much about money for the rest of their lives." Of course, the price is your whole life. Would you rather, little West? ”

"I do, sir!"

This is a far higher than he expected ten times the reward.

"Ten gold coins can't be paid off at once, and it's not a good thing for your family to get too much money at once, and it may even lead to disaster." The soon-to-be man said, "I'll pay monthly, and if you're happy with your performance, I'll increase the payout." ”

"Thank you!" He thanked him sincerely and said with difficulty: "Master." ”

"There's no need to be so formal, what I need is your sincere help in the future," the gentleman waved his hand, "but don't use the name Vest anymore, I'll give you a new name." Like what...... For example, how about calling Russ? Flames, flames that burn for me. ”

"Understood, from today onwards, I am Russ."

Little West, no, it was Russ who said this, and began a new life for him.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

"Do I have a choice?"

The mage repeated with a wry smile, then recited the final incantation.

"This is ......" In front of him, the little girl seemed to have noticed something, and cried out loudly, "Stop him, he is going to ...... No! Get out of here! ”

Of course he knew what the little mage was trying to say, but, did he still have a choice? From the moment he accepted that name, he was not eligible to choose. Perhaps, this is his fate, like a flame, burning like this to end his life.

Pity...... There is no way to continue to contribute to the Chamber of Commerce.

Pity...... I can't secretly watch the lives of my younger siblings anymore.

Pity...... I can't apologize to you personally.

At the last moment of his life, he recalled the names that were engraved in his life, and vaguely saw the smile of the deceased: "After all, I sold my life to you, and I bought one of the mage's lives with only ten gold coins...... You've made a successful deal, Lehman. ”

"I can't help it."

He turned into a soaring flame in his last helpless smile, blazing fiercely.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

"Fez," the little mage looked at the old mercenary worriedly, and when the mage chose to use his spiritual power to ignite himself and blow himself up, the old mercenary stood by his side, and he didn't have time to react at all, "Your hand ......"

"It's okay," Old Firth shook his head and moved his hand behind his back, "It's just that it can't be used for the time being, just rest for a while." It's just that I might not be able to help you much in the future. ”

Monia nodded, then bent down to clean the last embers of the mage and retrieve her own dagger, a parting gift from Mentor Kohler, made of alchemical synthetic steel, a level of fire that could not destroy the archmage's elaborate spell item. The only thing that saddened the little mage was that the mage codex that had been with her for ten years had been completely reduced to ashes in the flames.

In the ashes, in addition to the dagger that the little mage had already picked up, there was also a mask. There is no doubt that the item that can survive the flames must be a powerful spell item, but Monia has no intention of picking it up, not at all.

This is the last vestige of the mage's existence.

Monia respected his will as an enemy, and she had compassion for an admirable enemy, and she didn't want the mage who had burned herself out in the flames to die so silently, at least, not to deprive a dead of his last dignity.

Seems a bit hypocritical?

But the little mage is such a person, she has her own persistence, even if it is naïve, even if it turns out to be wrong in the end, she will persist until the last moment she can hold on.

Rest in peace.

Monia was silent, then turned her gaze to the elves.

"Are you ......" she hadn't finished, and then she jerked her head back and looked around, bewildered, "Do you hear what looks like the strings are breaking?" ”

"Didn't hear it."

"Nope."

Two answers, one in lingua franca and one in elvish, both point to the same result. Since the experienced old mercenaries and the elves with keen senses didn't hear it, it must be ......

"Boom!"

"It's a broken voice."

"Seems like there's really something coming from underground?"

"What's broken? Ground floor? The little mage held his cheeks and thought hard, and the corner of his eye noticed the destroyed coat of arms under the embers, as if he had thought of something bad, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, and he almost roared, "Run, run, just now the mage burned ** and destroyed the confinement circle designed by the high-level mage, and the monster imprisoned on the second layer is about to run out!" ”

"Monsters? Be clear. Faith frowned.

"There are probably dozens of monsters imprisoned by a high-level mage, each of which is equivalent to a master among the lower ranks, and they have a certain amount of intelligence." The little mage explained, "That high-level mage must have designed the entire dungeon to imprison them, and the spontaneous combustion of that mage just now destroyed some of the circle, and it won't be long before the steel cage alone imprisons them!" ”

"I see." Old Firth was the first to rush out of the prison gate, "Follow me, I recognize the way out." ”

"Everyone, keep up," the little mage followed, "I know you're all confused right now, it's okay, I'll explain to you when you get out and get to a safe place, it's imperative to get out of here, out of this dungeon!" ”

In a hurry, the little mage felt as if he had forgotten something, but now was not the time to care about that, running for his life was the most important thing!

Shaking her head and putting the idea aside, Monia added "Light Spirit" to everyone, and then added a few individual buffs to herself to keep up with the group.

Is this the limit?

The little mage was secretly anxious in her heart, others didn't know, but she knew very well that the reason why the Wind Demon Wolves were the vanguard of the Demon Abyss army during the Demon Abyss Invasion Era and the Qiming War was not only because of their large numbers, but also because they were fast enough, faster than twice the limit that ordinary low-ranking warriors could reach. Many cities have fallen completely because of their raids.

That's not enough speed!

What to do?

The little mage thought, thought, and finally gave up.

Just run!

ps: Happy Dragon Boat Festival, don't forget to eat zongzi ~ smile.

Maybe everyone is no longer a child, but I also want to say a happy Children's Day, at least, I hope everyone can be as happy as the children, and spend this day carefree, at least today.

That's it~ I don't know what the effect of this dividing line is, the previous blank line starting point typesetting will be automatically ignored, I am really forced to be helpless.

by I hope to see a certain fantasy ps2 that is a little more lively in the book review area: (The worst thing about the street writer is not that there are many people who criticize the things he writes, but that there is no voice to criticize the works he writes)

PS3: The title has collapsed.

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