"You... Why... So good for me...? ”

Fang Ran, who was holding the cantaloupe in his hand, thinking about when he would cut this goods down, paused when he heard the words of the girl opposite,

He looked across from him, holding a watermelon in her hand, a girl in a coarse linen dress, pursing her lips, her legs wrapped around the strips of cloth rubbing against each other unconsciously, rummaging through her mind to piece together sentences, a little restrained, a little uneasy.

Suddenly, I received too much kindness and help from someone I didn't know, and it was natural for me to be nervous and uneasy.

However, Fang Ran, you have already decided,

Even if there are still many things I don't know, even if so many questions are hidden in the fog of time, and even the real history or the illusion of the scene in front of me are not clear,

But since the scene gives you enough time to return to that ice sea battlefield, what you need to do,

It's just to let the girl in front of you not have to worry about saving half a piece of black bread for the upcoming winter today....

"Ahh That's..."

The young man holding the cantaloupe in one hand scratched his head with a particularly unreliable look, and then blinked his eyes and asked:

"Ling, you are Italian and Chinese... No, no, it's a half-breed in the Far East, right? ”

Ling, who was suddenly asked this question by Fang Ran, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Fang Ran has never forgotten this era, he is a complete stranger to Ling, so he originally wanted to get along with Ling slowly and then find a reason to explain this problem after getting acquainted with Ling.

But now that he was asked, he also prepared his words in advance.

"Ever since I was a child, my elders told me that I had a relative here who married the locals and had children, so I told me that I must come here to look for them when I have time,"

Throwing cantaloupe like a ball in his hand, Fang Ran scratched his cheek embarrassedly and smiled:

"But on the way to the road, I encountered robbers, everything was robbed, I couldn't see anything clearly at night, and I finally came to this village reluctantly, and I couldn't walk anymore and fell in that stable,"

"But fortunately, I still found you, otherwise I would have been in danger when I didn't know the place and I didn't speak Italian."

After speaking, he spread his hands and sighed, as if he was glad that it was not the worst situation,

The girl sitting on the stump opposite listened to his bumpy journey a little blankly, was silent for a moment, and then asked in disbelief:

"You're a father... At home... Person? ”

"Uh-huh, I'm his brother."

Fang Ran replied with a smile on his face, Haiji's elegant figure was beating dexterously on the ground behind him, pecking the ground from time to time,

As soon as Ling asks him what her father's name is, she immediately liberates the Night Parade and activates Haiji's ability to read and think.

However, to Fang Ran's surprise, hearing his answer, Ling nodded as if she was a little incredulous, hummed weakly, and then lowered her head and continued to bite the watermelon in small bites.

Fang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled at her:

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

"Hmm..."

...

....

In the old world, life has become extraordinarily simple,

Especially in the remote farms, where there is nothing else, and in Il, where it was born close enough to the wheat fields where the fields are cultivated, there is no means of recreation, and everyone is just working every day.

A not-so-tasty beer in the tavern in the evening, rough and loud chatter and a break are probably all these people's leisure time.

Life is actually very simple, and this truth is very clear here in this era.

In fact, people only need food and a place to sleep to survive, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, without other complications that arise from desire and troubles, stripping away fame and fortune and returning to the essence of survival.

Everyday life becomes as simple as getting up, going to the pasture, going to the forest, going to the stream, going to the tavern, and going to bed.

Two or three days have passed since leaving the battlefield on the icy sea, and everyone knows that Ilri, who is already very small, suddenly has a young man who doesn't know where to take care of her.

[Time Inheritance Remaining Time: Unknown]

The time column on the interface of the system still shows unknown, which is probably the longest scene Fang Ran has ever experienced.

And he doesn't know how long it's going to last,

He didn't care, though.

It's the end of autumn, a sunny afternoon,

It's a nice weather just looking at the sky.

"Ling! Run over there, stop the goods, don't let it run!! ”

Near Il, probably in some small branch of the Po River, expensive leather boots and worn cloth shoes were juxtaposed on the yellowed meadows, and young men and maidens were standing barefoot in the stream below their ankles, slowly leaning over the water.

Engage in a containment attack on a target that travels through a transparent stream of water.

The figure of the swimming fish deftly passed through the gap between the stones, rushing upstream, and the barefoot girl standing there saw it coming and was still a little hurried and didn't know what to do, so she bent down in a panic and grabbed it.

However, he didn't catch it, but just forced it back to Fang Ran's direction.

Seeing this thing come over again, Fang Ran's eyes flashed, he adjusted his posture, his eyes locked on its next move, and a second before it was about to reach his feet, he suddenly plunged his hands into the clear water!

And then the fish that didn't catch anything managed to escape,

Before leaving, I shook his pants with my tail...

Fang Ran, who was holding the corners of his trousers and the sleeves of his shirt, maintained that posture and froze suddenly.

On the shore of the yellowed meadow, Mullin, who was pecking at his elegant and delicate black feathers with his beak, and took care of his slightly wet feathers, jumped to Haiji's side, leaning on its wings and moving, as if urging you to turn it...

Haiji glanced at Fang Ran, who was frozen in action, and had no choice but to scream, taking advantage of the opportunity for the girl to turn around and wait for the next target, flapping her wings and fluttering quickly on the water, her claws passed through the transparent water where the fish shadow was down, grabbed the target that was about to escape, and threw it to the shore near Fang Ran.

Bang bang...

The little fish that had just been caught out of the water had no idea how it was caught, and it was struggling to jump back into the water, but Fang Ran swooped down on a salted fish, and while holding the trophy again, tears flowed down his heart.

It's a shame to say that he, Fang Ran, is a dignified C-level powerhouse...

No one's own summon is great at catching fish.

It's really sad to think about it....

Holding down the sixth Haiji in his hand, Mu Lin helped him catch the fish, Fang Ran sighed in his heart, thinking about the refraction of the water surface that the physics teacher said, what you can catch under the shadow sounds simple, but when it comes to actual operation, it is not like that at all,

Looking at the figure that was still in the stream, with strips of cloth wrapped around his bare legs, and the hem of his coarse linen coat tied around his waist, the clear and bright figure in the sun shouted triumphantly:

“OK！ Ling, I caught another one, let's go, let's eat, let's grill fish!! ”

...

...

The world is limited, but people are not.

With the emergence of boats and muskets in the long river of history, the word 'colony' was born, and the development of the idea of capital became more and more powerful in the footsteps of colonization, and finally it produced irreconcilable contradictions in the period of transition to its ultimate stage, imperialism.

Against the backdrop of the fact that the colonies and semi-colonies of Asia, Africa, and Latin America have basically been carved up by the great powers, the contradictions between the old and new colonialism have intensified, the economic development of various imperialists has been unbalanced, and the division of order is not equal.

The war that swept through more than 30 countries and 1.5 billion people constituted the textbook war, which had a direct impact on the word 'human' itself.

In the only tavern in Il, with a few tables and a man reselling beer, the farmers gathered at the end of the day's toiling to ask for a cup of beer that tasted bad but was cheap.

Before the half-breed girl, who was not welcomed by the women of their group, brought them a wine glass, boasting and teasing that chatting was the last thing to see before the night every day.

It's just a little different today.

The tavern was a little too quiet, the farmers were huddled close to the edges, some even standing, and the men selling the wine were a little nervously silent behind the counter, only to look up occasionally

At the best table in the room, sitting at the moment were three outsiders who were clearly not Il.

The man in the very center chair was dressed in light grey, far better cloth and more fashionable cut than the linen worn by the peasant, his hat was of good workmanship with a leather visor and a damp-proof dome, and at hand was a black-sheathed saber representing his status as an officer.

Beside him were sergeants wearing iron bowler hats draped over popular items in the army, 1912-style shawls with collars that could be raised and draped in front, and a corporal wearing a tunic with a roll of cloth at the shoulders to prevent his bags from falling.

They are people in the military.

For this remote little village, which could not be more remote, this is the people they can't even look up to.

But to the silence of all the farmers, their faces are not good-looking at the moment.

"This is the ninth battle, but we have lost more than the enemy, and the damn thing is that I was asked to go back and explain the battle to those lords, that damn broken car!"

The sergeant and corporal beside him wisely did not speak, and remained silent while understanding the anger of their commander.

The most recent battles were three consecutive battles, and in the areas east and south of Gorizia, with bad weather and insufficient artillery and a shortage of troops, they lost 70,000 casualties, compared to 52,000 for the Austrians.

To make matters worse, they had planned to go to Delierzhen but the locomotive stalled due to lack of fuel.

You can only find the nearest farmer in the wheat field and let them bring themselves here.

Even though it's remote, there's no denying that

What exists in this era... is the most chaotic war.

And the most distinctive feature of war is that no matter who wins or loses, the one who suffers the most,

It will always be the people at the bottom who are powerless to resist.

The girl, with a strip of cloth wrapped around her arm and her hair tied with straw rope, carefully carried a plate of beer and placed it on their table.

The officer rudely tugged over the cup and took a big sip of beer, as if trying to soothe the irritation in his chest, but he frowned vigorously,

The bad taste made him spit it out of his mouth directly, and then shouted angrily:

"You're going to give me this kind of thing!?"

Raising his arm, he brutally threw the glass that still had the wine left at the girl!