I don't want to cry.

No, I probably wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear, so I didn't think I wanted to cry. But I feel angry, who killed the young lady? Who is it? Who is it!

These rice and vegetables are the unique ingredients of that restaurant, could it be that the young lady was killed by them? I need to verify, I need to ask to understand, why did they kill the young lady?! Aren't these things that the young lady herself has worked so hard to get? Since you asked for it, why did you kill the young lady again? Is it just because it doesn't look good on the eye?

Can you kill it if you don't like it? The rich may not be able to, but they are helpless little beggars who die on the streets several times a day, and it is not surprising that there is one more.

But I'm not convinced, why should I be a young lady? Why can't it be someone else? Why not Ruruti -

"Ah, you found out."

It was Ruluti's voice, his sharp, hoarse, unpleasant voice, a voice that I would not mistake for a second person.

I turned around, and he was standing at the mouth of the alley, followed by the men who had beaten me, and my bruises tickled with fear at the sight of them.

Before I could speak, he began to talk to himself, as if to justify something.

"This little girl is so annoying, just a down-and-out aristocratic lady, in the eyes of her own family, she is a little princess, and she thinks she is a real little princess. Last week, when the house was destroyed, when I came to this town, I was very arrogant, and finally taught her a lesson to let her understand who was the boss, and she immediately stared at the leftovers I had snatched from other black beggars, and looked like she was low, and as a result, she stole five days of leftovers from me in a row, and stole a bowl and a half bowl every day, if I hadn't noticed that the soup had become less, I wouldn't have found out!"

(Black beggar: The town dialect, meaning the head of some beggar gang.) )

I was stunned, a bowl and a half? Are there so many? The young lady has only fed me a little bit...... Only half a leaf or a few grains of rice mixed with a mouthful of soup...... And when I ate it, there was only a little bit left in the tattered wooden bowl that I had eaten......

In my field of vision, the young lady has never fed anyone else at all, am I just the trash can that disposes of the leftovers after she has eaten enough? Am I just a dishcloth to destroy evidence?

"You know what happens to the person who stole my things, and he actually stole five bowls at once. So, if she likes to eat, give her food, I buried all her body in the leftovers that no one wanted, and only one head was left to smile outside, do you think it's a masterpiece? You don't have to praise me, I think this masterpiece is great."

Ruruti came to me with a smirk, and he squatted down, bent his waist, and leaned his face close to me, and said, "How is it, are you going back at night?" You've got only five hours left. If you make up your mind now, I can provide you with an extra delicious lunch so that you can go back when you are full, so that you have the strength to steal."

I was silent, and then before Ruruti lost his little patience, I replied to him, "I'll go."

Ruruti was very happy, and at once he asked his attendant to give me two cold and hard loaves of bread, which looked as if they were about to expire in some unseen cellar, and which had a sour smell of fermentation.

But I knew that it was fresh, but not from the bakery, but from the taverns around town filled with drunkards and travelers, and the sour smell was mixed with sweat and beer. Cold and hard? In this kind of weather, as long as it is not piping hot food, it will always become cold and hard.

I had eaten these two loaves of bread very much, I had never been so full in my life, but it was only a choice, and it came with a glass of water, not boiled from snow in the dirt, but real well water.

In the evening, I followed Ruruti's description all the way to the traveler with the great gem, and perhaps I should have been glad that Ruruti would not come with me, and would not have planned this theft in detail, because in this theft, I was just a dispensable little beggar, and it didn't matter if I stole the best, and it didn't matter if I was killed if I didn't steal.

But I'm glad he did, or I wouldn't have been able to tell the traveler that a beggar had taken a fancy to his gems......

Yes, I'm going to expose this plan, I'm going to betray Ruluti, I want this traveler to help me kill that bastard Ruluti. I want revenge, not for the sake of the young lady, but for myself.

I hate this bastard, I'm going to kill him! It's because of him that I'm living so badly, I won't stop if I don't kill him!!

The snow began to fall again in patches, and on this snowy night, outside a certain traveler's tent, there was a monstrous hatred......

"Sister Xiao Xu! Sister Xiaoxu! ”

Victoria's face was full of worry, and she kept pushing Asahi shoulders with both hands, and in the shaking, Asahi opened her eyes.

Victoria was suddenly taken aback by Asahi because those red eyes were not the innocent gaze that Asahi usually should have, but the terrible hatred that overflowed as if to squeeze a few drops of blood out of the eyeballs, Asahi had never looked at her like this, and even in the past seven years, she had never shown a trace of such a look.

After a long while, Asahi realized what she had done, today was the first day of the adventure, and she showed this hatred for Victoria for some reason.

Victoria wasn't an enemy at all, so why would I ...... Why do I ......

Asahi doesn't know if he learned Kamanos's personality traits by accident, and he panicked without warning, and then he was entangled in guilt and fell into a cycle of self-obsession.

Victoria was helpless, and after comforting in turn in a soft voice for a while, Asahi was freed from the self-cycle, and being able to comfort successfully was enough to show that Victoria was indeed enough to understand her little sister.

Led Asahi out of the tent like a puppy, there were already a few people outside who got up to make breakfast, Victoria didn't know where to get a cup of hot milk and handed it to Asahi, Asahi eyes lit up, and he drank a whole beer glass of milk in small sips. Asahi is assigned to sit on the sidelines to take care of her own weapons, and the next step is Victoria's troubled time.

There are two fire mages who use magic to roast meat, and every time they throw fireballs at the raw meat, the raw meat is too strong and it is charred, and if it is too small, it can only roast the outer layer of skin; There were three water magicians who used water magic to cook wild vegetables, and threw the leaves down to cook without washing them, and some of the earthworms carried in the mud on the roots were also boiled, and the soup was like the silt at the bottom of the pond, and the smell was unpleasant.

There were also four wood-based mages who tried to give birth to greens such as turnips, cabbage, and cucumbers that could be eaten raw, but they forgot to bring the corresponding common seeds, so they began to use the magic plants used in battle to spawn these things...... Don't say eat the things that are born raw, what white radish with sharp teeth and thorns, green vegetables running around on two legs, cucumbers twisting around like snakes, don't you dare to chop and cook soup, okay? Someone dares to eat?

Victoria was messy in the wind, should she still be glad that the fire method did not waste seasonings, the water method did not waste the purchased ingredients, and the wood method did not replace normal food with these......

Sister Xiao Xu, why do you want to lose your memory in this gap?! Whether it's management or doing tasks or something, I won't do this.

Victoria burst into tears. (To be continued.) )