Spring is undoubtedly the most terrible season of the year for the people of the eastern part of Vic - the food accumulated has long been exhausted in the long winter, and autumn is still far away, and the south-west wind blows a lot of sediment and pungent gases of all kinds, and it is easy to break through their hungry bodies.

Even the snow, which can be used to quench their thirst in winter, only carries a fishy smell at this time, and they do not know when it can bring them gray and black raindrops of disease.

Albert curled up in the corner, his stepfather David, who had only won a small sum of money from fellow gamblers the previous day, had completely forgotten about his starving stepson, who had gone around and spent all his money in the tavern, and whipped it all when he came home.

He curled up in the corner, the bloody wound from the previous night was now only a dark red scar, itching so much that he wanted to tear through the bloody scab and iron his skin with the warm blood.

A howl came out of the shriveled stomach again.

He glanced at his stepfather who was snoring loudly on the bed, and secretly took out the water bladder hidden close to his body, and the beige bag was also printed with intricate patterns, which was a beautiful flower about to bloom.

He lifted the bladder and brought it to his mouth, swallowing as if he were tasting some peerless delicacy.

In fact, there was nothing in it for a long time.

But he still seemed to smell the smell, faint, with the delicacy of the soft white cubes he had chewed before, tickling at him like the most demagogic devil.

He thought of the man who stood on the grassy slope and looked back at him, her gorgeous skirt was the most beautiful cloth he had ever seen, but it was nothing like the smile on her face.

She said she hoped to meet next time.

He actually wanted to see the small white squares that were soft.

The more I think about it, the more obvious the hunger pang in my stomach becomes.

He glanced at his stepfather, who was still snoring in bed, and he was so well fed and drunk that he could often sleep for a day without waking up.

The sun outside the window was barely visible under the thick fog, but the hottest time of noon had passed, and those who were barely fed and those who were hungry were reluctant to come out at this time to expend their strength, and he could take advantage of this opportunity to walk through half the city again and go there.

As he thought about it, he hid the water bladder, and as usual, he bit his wrist and drank some of his own blood, and after feeling his body gradually gaining strength, he staggered to his feet against the wall.

There was no one on the side of the thorn bush as always, and he was just about to get into the small opening before when he heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching on that side.

"I heard that the people on the other side of the thorns, with such a long sword in their hands, patrolled around on tall horses, and when they saw someone approaching, they didn't even ask a word, and they directly poked you to death, and hung them on the city tower to dry their corpses......"

It was the only time he had heard someone say when he was taken to the bar by his stepfather, who was talking about the new owner of the castle, a nobleman who would kill all the garbage in their East End without punishment.

He froze in place, quickly glanced to the left and right, and picked on a thickly foliage-crooked neck tree on the left, which he quickly climbed up.

He leaned on the thick branches and looked down.

She was the one who came on horseback, and she didn't have a long sword in her hand, only the box with the small white pieces he had seen last time, and the same water bladder as he had on him.

But it's a lot bigger than last time.

She dismounted and walked to where he had stood, and stooped down to untie a small parcel from the thorn bushes, which contained the same thing she had now taken, but with a slightly different taste.

One smells better, the other more familiar.

He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva on the tree.

The muttering of the girl under the tree floated around him along with the scent, "Really, I really never come to get food, have you eaten enough lately?" ”

This, for him?

The boy was still suspicious of the great temptation that lay ahead, and resisted the fact that he threw himself down to feast*, and waited on the tree with the tip of his tongue biting.

As long as she's gone, as long as she's gone.

The girl under the tree put the new thing back in a small package and intended to hang it back, and her hand shook as she tied it, and sharp thorns cut through her tender skin, and bright red blood gushed out.

He couldn't help but swallow a long mouthful of saliva.

In the quiet environment, the sudden sound alarmed the people under the tree, and she looked up, and her green eyes immediately saw him hiding in the shade of the tree, and showed a huge smile.

"It's you, you're finally here."

When he was discovered, the boy stopped hiding, moved his body, and fell lightly to the ground, his dark black eyes froze for a moment, and he turned to the food box and water bladder that had been dropped on the ground by the person who suddenly stood up.

Her blood tasted better than his own.

He was hungry, hungrier than ever.

He threw himself at the box on the ground, opened it directly, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, quickly unscrewed the water bladder and drank it, then stuffed it again, and drank again......

Jing Hao had wanted to go over and let him eat fresh, but seeing the speed of his eating and his body, which suddenly stiffened and avoided because of her approach, he wisely swallowed the words in his mouth, took out the handkerchief he carried with him to cover the wound, and never bothered him again.

People who haven't really tried hunger have no idea how far hunger can go.

The smell of blood in the air was much less, and his frenzied eating slowed down, and after eating the last little piece of white in the box, and the last drop of milk in the bladder, he looked at the small package still tied in the thorn bushes, and finally looked up at the girl who was sitting two steps away.

This time she was wearing a different dress, a light blue gorgeous skirt embroidered with gold threads, and even in places that had been obscured from a lot of light, it still shimmered with her own light.

He knew it was the golden thread.

It's something that is finger long and more expensive than their life.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" Jing Hao noticed his gaze on the hem of her skirt, thinking that he was about to start digging grass and eating again, "The ones in the thorn bush are also for you, it's okay if you take them out and eat them, but it's best not to eat too much at once, it will be uncomfortable." ”

Suddenly eating too much will throw up, he knows.

The boy looked away from the place where she had been holding her handkerchief, and there was still some smell of blood leaking out of the humid air.

He licked the sharp teeth in his mouth, and after a few intermittent broken tones, he was finally able to utter a more complete word, "You...... Bleed...... Also ......"

The voice was hoarse and broken, obviously not spoken for a long time.

Jing Hao was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses, looked down at the wound, and smiled gently at him, "It's okay, it will heal in a while." ”

This body is a standard aristocratic lady, blonde hair and blue eyes, white skin and frailty, and the capacity of platelets seems to be on the low side, not to the point of hemophilia, but after the injury, the speed of blood clotting in the wound is much slower than that of normal people.

Fortunately, there is someone to take care of at all times, and the chance of injury is very rare.

She glanced at the boy with a tense expression, and felt that it was a rare opportunity to let the other party take the initiative to talk to her, "My name is Chloris and I live in this manor, what about you, what is your name?" ”

Her question made the boy wonder for a moment, and he seemed to think about it very hard, and finally squeezed out a few words intermittently, "Ai...... Albert ...... Special. ”

"Albert." Jing Hao re-read it, and the slightly raised tail note and the girl's unique tone added a lot to the simple words, "The name seems to mean noble intelligence, the guardian of humanity, Albert, the person who gave you this name must like you very much." ”

If history had not been changed, Albert, who was protected by the Holy Mother, would have lived a better life than she is now.

"Like?" The boy frowned, obviously not understanding the word, and his main mind was still haunted by the smell of blood in the air.

She's still bleeding.

And his face is getting whiter and whiter.

Suddenly, he reached out and pulled Jing Hao's hand covering his handkerchief, lifted the handkerchief covering it, and lowered his head and opened his mouth in the charming and sweet smell of blood.

Jing Hao's action of withdrawing his hand trembled when he felt that he was just licking her wounds, and the slight tingling sensation brought by tens of thousands of taste buds on the tip of her tongue was amplified as it rubbed against the smooth back of her hand, and the subtle itch went straight to her heart.

Not to mention that the other party also sucks the blood that has flowed out from time to time.

She struggled involuntarily, "Albert, let go of my hand......"

The person who was called suddenly didn't realize it, and the hand holding her became harder and harder, and the dirty hands were all blue and gray, as if they were trying to endure something and they were about to be unable to suppress it*.

Even the neck is red, and the green tendons are becoming more and more conspicuous.

"Miss Chlores!"

There was a sudden exclamation, and then Jing Hao was vigorously pulled away, and the sharp long sword pointed straight at Albert, who was still kneeling on the ground, and the boy who looked up was still with undried blood at the corner of his mouth, which he quickly stretched out his tongue and licked it.

"But even a filthy rat would dare to attack Miss Chlores, and I will definitely hang your corpse on the wall so that everyone can witness your demise."

It was the bronze knights in charge of the patrol who came, and the captain who raised the sword secretly congratulated himself on the good time he had bumped into and saved this noble lady, maybe even the emperor would know about his exploits and commend him, so illustrious that even the group of people in silver armor were jealous.

As if thinking of the picture of his own canonization, the young captain Mike was even more proud, and contemptuously provoked the jaw of the filthy mouse in front of him with the tip of his sword, piercing his filthy skin and leaving blood to stimulate his pleasure, "Prepare to die, filthy scum......"

"Stop!"

Jing Hao pushed away the few knights who were standing in front of her, panted slightly and pulled Albert behind him, raised his chin and looked at the sword that the captain pointed at her proudly, "In the knight's code, do you teach you to aim the tip of the sword at the master?" ”