On the street, Constance Dante is followed by two Polish guards, who, although nominally tasked with keeping Conskonz Dante safe, look to him like a watchman. In particular, Constance Dante tried to shake them off, and now the two guards followed Constance Dante even closer.

But Constance Dante was still free to move, and he could choose where he wanted to go.

But even so, Constance Dante felt a little depressed and thought about how to throw the other person away.

"Can you stay away from me!" Constance Dante finally stopped, and even the most good-tempered person could not stand it like this, and someone stood behind him and followed him.

Especially two big men with five big and three thick!

Miłosz and Lukash are Adevicya's personal guards, responsible for the safety of the queen and princess, but at this time they are protecting or monitoring Cons. Dante.

"Do you think we really want to do this?" Behind him, Miłosz said coldly, the man wrapped in a thick coat with a high collar to cover his face, although the north has always been cold, but at this time it is early summer, the climate is much milder than usual, such a dress is still a little weird.

"Then there is no need to keep an eye on me, is it necessary for me to flee from you?" Conseidante's tone was filled with dissatisfaction, such distrust made him uncomfortable, and such undisguised surveillance was almost like an insult.

However, Lukashi shook his head and said, "This is the task of Her Royal Highness, and we are not qualified to refuse. The two men coldly refused Constance Dante's request.

"Whatever you want!" Cons, Dante, quickened his pace with some anger, but he couldn't shake off the two behind him because of his inconvenient legs.

But when he turned the corner and came to the next alley, a little boy who came across him collided with Constance Dante.

The boy and Constance Dante lost their balance at the same time and fell to the ground, while a thick pile of drawings in the other's hands was scattered on the ground.

"Tsk!" Constance Dante was nothing, and although he was on crutches, he barely managed to stand up against the wall.

"Are you alright?" Constance Dante looked at the boy on the ground and seemed to have fallen hard, and stretched out his hand.

It was a ten-year-old boy, and he didn't seem to be too wealthy in his clothes, with a thin body, a small size, an unhealthy complexion on his face, and a faint dark circle on his eyes.

The little boy, who was a little confused, was pulled up by Constance Dante, and only then did he react a little.

"Yes・・・・・・ sorry sir, I didn't mean to." The panicked boy's face was full of fear, in the city of Novgorod, everyone has infinite possibilities, but it also means that everyone's fate is good and bad.

For the impoverished inhabitants, those who are richly dressed must not be opposed, because in the slums, those inhabitants have no citizenship, and they are not even inferior to the Gentiles, and they have no human rights.

They were afraid to walk during the day, so they had to work in the factories at night to make ends meet.

And now the little boy saw that there were two bodyguard-like men behind the man he bumped into, and he was so frightened that he was about to cry, obviously just for a living, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"Constance Dante-kun, are you alright?" Two Poles approached, and although they were surveillance, they had to ensure the safety of Constance Dante.

But the way the two of them looked and the tone of their voices, even the well-behaved Bonifazia was sometimes a little stunned, not to mention a little boy from the slum who didn't know anything? Suddenly, the frightened boy began to cry.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'm sorry! ”

Has the city reached such a cannibalistic situation? The corners of Constance Dante's mouth were a little cold, and suddenly he remembered some bad things, but the gloomy mood flashed, and Constance Dante smiled and said, "It's okay, get up!" Pulling up the little boy, he instead sorted out the drawings scattered all over the place.

"What a hug, I didn't pay attention to bumping into you before!" Constance Dante said gently, although he has experienced a lot, but Constance Dante's state of mind is very different, if it is in the past, he will ignore it and walk away! It's just that the past, Consité Dante doesn't want, he wants to forget about it completely.

As for Constance Dante's attitude, the little boy was also taken aback, and his tears stopped, and he looked incredulously at the well-dressed young man in front of him who was helping him clean up.

"Wipe it off!" Constance Dante handed the boy a handkerchief and pointed to the face of the crying dirty little boy.

The boy hesitated for a moment, took the handkerchief, blew his nose, wiped away his tears, and then said, "Thank you, young master!" ”

"Don't call me young master, a boy can't cry so easily." Constance Dante gave the boy the drawings he had packed, got up with great difficulty, and said aloud. "If you want to change your fate, at least straighten your waist first. As a boy, you can't just cry your nose casually, it's embarrassing. Constance Dante didn't know why he was talking to this timid little boy, but when he saw the cowardice on the child's face, his heart directed him to do the opposite of what was usual.

Perhaps, he is very similar to himself before! Constance Dante thought to himself.

He had indeed forgotten the past, but he could still vaguely feel the familiarity.

The little boy looked at Constance Dante in amazement, and the eyes that had been flickering and evasive finally relaxed their vigilance and looked into Constance Dante's eyes, as if encouraged, and the boy nodded hummingly.

Behind them, Miłosz and Lukash watched Constance Dante's actions, and although they didn't understand why, they didn't stop or interfere.

"Young master, no, big brother, what's your name?" The boy asked, though still a little timid, boldly. "I will thank you for your help and pray that the gods will bless you." This is the only and most important way for the poor to repay their kindness. This kindness comes from the bottom of my heart.

"Call me Cons Dante!" And Cons Dante even told the other party his name directly.

But at this moment, a shrill voice suddenly sounded.

"Andrey, you bastard, you're lazy again!" I saw a very rude big fat man scolding and was about to dare to come over, and he raised his hand to flash a slap.

"Damn, I told you to help Dr. Fabre, and you're still grinding around here!"

But the man's rude actions were blocked by Constance Dante, and the man who was stopped was startled, but he still said viciously: "What do you want to do!" Don't think that a few broken money dare to cause trouble here, and don't see whose territory this is? "Looking at Constance Dante's thin body and decent clothes, although the man has some fears, he is not afraid, this is a place where three things don't matter, and the strong dragon is not the head snake!

However, a strong arm suddenly grabbed his fat arm. The cold voice penetrated into his ears and immediately made his hairs stand on end!

"Tell me, who is Dr. Fabre?" (To be continued.) )