In Altmark County, there was a rickety carriage running on a muddy trail, the snow sometimes melting, but that made the unprepared road even more muddy, and the wagon was in a dilapidated state, with small objects falling from the bumps and many odd knick-knacks hanging from the wagon.

"Old bald, can you slow down, everything in our carriage is about to fly out, this is all our belongings." A woman's voice came from the carriage, and she kept cursing.

"Don't worry, I can still drive this horse." In the driver's seat of the carriage, a balding middle-aged man, holding a jug full of inferior ale, the jolting of the carriage caused the wine in his hand to spill all the wine on his body, and the horse in his mouth was nothing more than an old pack horse with lost teeth and hair.

"Stop, stop." Finally, the frantically running pack horse caravan stopped on the side of the road, and a middle-aged woman in a dirty, bloated skirt emerged from inside, and she carried her skirt to the bushes by the side of the road and squatted down to pee.

"Oh, dear wife, hasn't that child woken up yet? She can't be dead. The bald man sat in the carriage and asked his wife who was peeing in the bushes.

"No, she's strong, Mary willing." The woman stood up, her fingers still scratching a cross, and they were talking about a little girl still lying in the carriage.

"Our Lady? That's what we do, five silver coins for the tears of the Virgin, and two silver coins for the feathers on the angel's wings~~~. The bald man jumped out of the carriage and knocked the small wooden box tied to the caravan with his hand.

"You can't blaspheme God, it's by His grace that we can have a bite to eat, and if no one believes, who should we sell our things to?" The woman cursed angrily at her husband, a pair of wandering traffickers who relied on the sale of holy relics. In fact, these so-called angel wings are nothing more than swan feathers picked up by the pond, and the so-called tears of the Virgin are nothing more than ordinary spring water in small bottles.

Thanks to the blessing of the faith of the people of Europa, their business is not bad, enough to fill their stomachs, but the only regret is that they have no heirs, although bald men have been working very hard, but women's bellies just don't move. However, in the autumn, they traveled through the county of Mason, originally intending to wait for the harvest season in the town of Mason, and make a big profit in the market, but because of the rebellion of the nobles of Mason, they had to prepare to leave, but when they walked between Fort Mason and Fort Lida, a strange thing happened.

"I was just about to go to the brook to wash a linen handkerchief, and who knew that I found her under the roots of a big tree next to the stream." The balding man looks at the little girl lying in the caravan. She was lying on the bank of the brook, with a wound on her head, and blood running down her cheek, but she was wearing a long dress that only nobles wear, and it was worth a lot of money, and beautiful patterns embroidered with colored threads, wrapped in velvet corners, and silver ornaments on the girl's hair. A golden cross around his neck.

'She must be a nobleman, doesn't it really matter if we take her things?' The middle-aged woman looked at the little girl lying peacefully under a dirty thick woolen blanket. She twitched her nose and thought to herself what a beautiful little girl she was, and how nice it would be if she were her own daughter.

"What are you talking about, we saved her life, but I don't know which family she came from, I heard about the noble rebellion in the Duchy of Mason. The Earl of Mecklenburg was furious and killed many nobles, and the Duke ordered that the nobles of Mason who participated in the rebellion be severely punished, and if she was one of those families, it would be a bad thing for us to save her. The bald man stretched out his swarthy hand and picked at his scalp. At first, he thought he had picked up a treasure, but then the rumors became more and more serious, especially the indelible purple blood stains under Masonburg, which made people shudder, if he saved the wrong person, saved the enemy of the murderous Count of Mecklenburg, then maybe his bald head would be stuck in the sharp stake of the castle, and they were not willing to take this risk lightly.

"Well, let's just treat her like our own child." The middle-aged woman swallowed her saliva, she clutched the corners of her dress, and said to her husband vigorously.

"You're crazy, it's terrible to loot a nobleman, and you have to raise a nobleman's child, what if she exposes us?" The bald man refused without hesitation, he had already thought that when he arrived in town, he would throw this hot yam into the inn and let her live or die.

"Didn't you say that too? Maybe her family no longer exists, and besides, we are far away, who can know her true identity, she is still a child, who will believe her words? The middle-aged woman hurriedly said, and it could be seen that she was desperate for a child, and this little girl seemed to her as if she had been given by the Virgin, wasn't it a miracle?

"Well, you have a point, okay, let's get on our way." The bald man, of course, wanted a child too, he looked at the little girl lying in the caravan, smacked his mouth, said to his wife, and then got into the carriage and drove them on the road with a whip.

"Woo, woo, Lena, Lena~~~~." The little girl slowly opened her eyes in the bumps of the carriage, her slitted eyes were blurred, and her brain was buzzing, as if someone had once called her name like this.

The couple was saved by Arold's sister Lina, who escaped from Fort Lida under the cover of Josephine when Fort Lida was captured, but was scattered in the chaos, panicked and ran into the forest in the dark, but fell to the creek without paying attention, and her head was hit the stones on the bank of the river, if the couple hadn't found her, maybe Lena would have really died next to the stream.

"Fire, fire~~~." Lena gradually came to her senses, but there always seemed to be a sea of fire in front of her eyes, and heavy figures walking, from time to time there were arrows flying in the air, sometimes the arrows would shoot into the people around her, screams and wails were connected, as if in hell, she screamed and sat up.

"Shhhh Suddenly, a warm body hugged her tightly and caressed her back with his hand, and the voice was as gentle as her mother's.

"I, I, where am I? Where is this? Who am I, my head hurts. Lena cried, crying out helplessly with a splitting headache.

"Don't worry about my baby, you're banging on the head, I'm your mom, remember?" (To be continued......)