The magic power, fighting spirit, and internal strength are all gone, and the body is unable to move freely because of the cruel punishment. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the other party asked the priest to treat her wounds. But if you want to hire the kind of high-level priest who can completely remove the scar with magic, the price is very expensive, and it may not be possible to invite the other party, so the other party invites only the most ordinary priest.

The priest's magic was only to make the wounds on Ash's body and face heal shallowly and stop bleeding. They seem to have deliberately left various scars on Ash's body, and they also intended to torture her. Ash's severed limbs were rudely immobilized and wrapped together, and the other party did not use any magic to facilitate her recovery.

Therefore, under Alyssa's care, it took a month for Ash to start walking freely.

From Alyssa's mouth, she also learned where she was now.

A country called Qierjunla, a name that does not exist on the continent of Mostancan.

Alyssa walked around the room with Ash in a short circle, carefully letting her lie back on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there were no open wounds on her body.

"Don't move around like you did yesterday, it scares me to death."

Ash nodded slightly.

Yesterday she realized that she could move, so she immediately observed the situation around her. Although there was very little spiritual power left, at least she could judge that the samurai guarding the door and under the window of her room had at least the strength of a mid-level samurai.

If it was before, she naturally wouldn't care, but now, she has to find other ways to get out. The result of an afternoon of observation regardless of her physical condition was that the wound that had just formed a scar had burst and was covered in blood, which made Alyssa, who came at night, almost faint with fright.

She couldn't bear to let Ash see what she looked like, and before Ash woke up, she put away all the mirrors in the room.

Now the ash is not only covered in scars, but also has an ugly slave mark on his face. The whole face had been almost destroyed, and then it was branded again. It looks like the terrifying monsters out there. Even Alyssa was too frightened to raise her eyes when she saw it for the first time.

Alyssa only knew that someone had sent the ashes here, and the God of Light was above, and she really couldn't imagine that she really didn't know who had the heart to deal with such a heavy hand against a woman.

Sympathy for Ash's plight made the kind-hearted Alyssa take care of Ash for almost sleepless five days and five nights before she broke free from the high fever and slowly recovered.

But that's something Alyssa wouldn't say to Ash. In her mind, these were just things she should do.

Leave the Ash room. Alyssa disposed of the bandages that Ash had replaced before going to work.

Silmilan, is the name of this place. In its ear Rong Lagu language. It has the meaning of a pure lily. In fact, it is a prostitute building, which has nothing to do with purity.

Alyssa is the lowest handyman here. From washing the feet of prostitutes and pouring pots for night, to washing, washing quilts, sewing and mending. There are many girls like her, but none are as thin and small as her. His hair was yellow and looked like a malnourished skeleton.

But fortunately, she was not asked by the owner to pick up customers.

Walking back with her laundry, Alyssa hummed softly in praise of the god of light.

The courtyard where she lives, next to the small building where Silmilan has accumulated waste, has been passing all the way. It's a place where almost no one passes. Only at this time did she dare to relax and hum her favorite songs.

Yes. She revered and loved the God of Light very much.

She had grown up in Silmilan, and she was not so thin, but she had the privilege of entering the hall many times to pour water and tea, and had heard many bards sing songs.

In those beautiful, ancient poetry and fairy tales, the stories of gods and warriors are told one after another.

And in it. For some reason, Alyssa only likes the kind, loving god of light. Whenever the name of the god of light is recited. Her heart will be at peace.

"How is that woman doing now?"

A shrill voice came faintly, and Alyssa shook violently, she recognized the voice, it was a man named Baru, who looked as thin as a mouse, and many of the girls in the store were sent by him, and he had a good relationship with the owner.

The sudden curiosity made Alyssa put down the basin in her hand.

She was small, relying on the obstruction of the mountain rocks, and slowly approached the rockery where the sound came.

"I can already walk."

It was the owner's voice, Alyssa thought.

"But what do you mean, Baru? He even gave me such a woman, and asked me to ask a priest to raise her with good medicine, good food and good food. ”

"Hehe, I'll tell you the truth today. That's what He meant. ”

"That one?"

"Yes."

Balu nodded and said, "When that woman is almost well, I'll go and let her pick up the guests." ”

"Huh? But... Her appearance, will there be anyone? ”

The shopkeeper looked disgusted and said, "I still have to take care of my business." ”

"Hehe, don't worry, that woman's figure is very good, even if she has scars, she will definitely satisfy many people."

"That's that face... It's really..."

"Hehe, aren't all women the same when they turn off the lights?"

The shopkeeper and Balu exchanged a look that only men could understand, and Mung Bean's eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

After the two left for a long time, Alyssa, who was covering her mouth, ran away in horror.

Originally, she thought that these people ruined Ash's appearance, whipped her, and broke her hands and feet were already heinous things, but she didn't expect that they were ready to force Ash to pick up customers!

Even in Silmilan, the women who were asked by the shopkeeper to pick up customers were short of money or willing to do so. Only a few are born beautiful and forced.

But now, who has lost the most important appearance for a woman, they still want to force her.

God of Light is above, how much resentment do they have with the ashes?

No, she's going to tell Ash quickly!

No... What if she told Ash?

Alyssa, who had been running wildly all the way, slowed down again.

She had no friends since she was a child, and the ladies and maids of Silmilan looked down on her humble birth, and the ordinary washymen liked to befriend the maids or ladies. And Ash can be said to be the first real friend she came into contact with.

Maybe not a friend... That's just her unilateral opinion...

There are few words of ash. Almost every day is spent in Alyssa's narration.

When she tells Ash about her day's work and her discoveries in the day, it is when Alyssa is at her happiest.

She never had a friend who would listen to her, or someone her age. She was always alone, and it was the first time that she had talked to someone else on an equal footing and with joy except for the light in her heart.

There was very little conversation between them, and Lovely Lisa could confirm that Ash wasn't the kind of woman who volunteered to pick up customers and fall into the dust!

She wanted to help Ash, but she didn't know where to start. The few samurai guarding the door alone were not something she could handle.

In case of failure... Are there fewer of those big tragedies she has seen since she was a child?

It's just that...

Seventeen wasn't by Ash's side, in order to prevent her from taking her own life. Even all the cutlery is made of wood. Ash asked Alyssa to smuggle in a small file.

This kind of file is used by girls on this continent to trim their nails. It's small, blunt, and has a lot of bumps on it. So Alyssa wasn't worried that Ash would hurt herself.

The file turned clumsily in Ash's hand. Swipe from one fingertip to the other.

These days, she exercises her inflexible fingers in this way, and asks Alyssa to fetch some wooden blocks and carve them to exercise the coordination of her hands.

In the past few days, she has been sitting by the window carving, and she has figured out the shift time of the samurai guarding under the window. And those shapeless animals on the table. It's what she's done in the past few days.

Ash began to try to carve a more difficult human figure. The wooden block in her hand now was slowly carved out of the outline, the wings behind her back. Hazy features.

Alyssa was putting away the dishes, and Ash noticed that she was moving much slower than usual today, her eyebrows huddled together, as if she was thinking about something.

Did you suffer any grievances? Ash thought.

From Alyssa's account, she easily extracts information about Alyssa herself.

She was abandoned at the door of Silmilan from birth. I grew up in this store since I was a child, and I rarely went out. Simple-minded. Kindness, worship the god of light. If you are wronged or beaten and scolded, you will not resist, but will only blindly pray to the God of Light in your heart.

Ash didn't understand why Alyssa would worship a god she had never seen before, who had never been blessed by it, but she hadn't seen anyone like that. According to the theory of desire, these people are oppressed since childhood and are powerless to resist, so they can only create a spiritual sustenance in their hearts, and the illusion that one day the object of their spiritual sustenance will save them from the dire situation.

Of course, this is just a vague hope.

Ash doesn't think about it, she's always believed in herself. However, whenever the name of the god of light is recited, Alyssa's sparkling eyes always remind Ash of Pink Jingjing, and her attitude towards her is also unconsciously softened.

"Alyssa."

"What?"

Alyssa came to Ash's side, and Ash handed her the wood carving.

"Ah, it's... Lord Light! ”

"Hmm."

Alyssa's eyes widened as she looked at the ugly woman in front of her, and there was undisguised emotion in her eyes.

She didn't expect that after only mentioning it to Ash once in a while, Ash remembered the appearance of the God of Light she had described.

The wood carving was not exquisite, and it could not be compared with the kind of carving that Ash had carved to Pink Jingjing and Nossisi, and Ash was not satisfied, but she could only do it to this extent now.

After a month of exercise, the five fingers have gained a little strength, but there is still a lack of precision work to continue to do fine work.

"Next time, I'll carve another one for you."

"No, no, this one is already good! I love it. ”

Two cute dimples appeared on Alyssa's face, playing with the wood carving in her hands.

Gray smiled faintly, but this smile appeared on her ugly face, but it was terrifyingly hideous.

Pressing her chest and looking at the wood carving in her hand again, the kindness of Alyssa's nature finally prevailed, and she bit her lip, she turned her head and spoke to Ash.

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