Xiaokui doesn't like people very much, and even Bettez, who gets along day and night, rarely touches, and Louisa, who picked her up, is her only support.

During the academic exchange tea party, Louisa took her with her, but even the few of them together could not analyze Xiaokui's life experience, and they couldn't get any results.

After all, the magic family has their own pride, and they don't want to stand on the same line as those who still rely on iron weapons to fight.

If you ask the Apocalypse Association, which knows astronomy and geography, you may have some clues, but this proposal was rejected by Louisa, and if Xiaokui's background really has any inside information, the Apocalypse Association will definitely inform the alliance and forcibly take her away.

Although this is the worst outcome, she is still reluctant to let Aoi take risks.

So before Louisa investigates her origins, Aoi begins to live with the three of them.

And the thing she is most obsessed with is going to Sparta, which seems to be all she remembers, and as for what to do in Sparta, she doesn't know.

So Louisa decided-

"Today we're going to Sparta."

"Sparta!"

Beatis was excited.

Although Gaslata, the head city of Garani, is close to her hometown of Isalan, she can only rely on books to understand the city due to family conditions and some reasons in Sparta itself.

It's a city that people love and hate, and as one of the top seats, its reputation is far less than that of the other three.

The other three cities have their own prosperity, and you can also see the gradually rising fireworks in the streets and alleys, some people are determined to climb up for fame and fortune, and some people give up their wealth and just want to catch a crucian carp in the sunset.

Shuttling between cities, you can have a panoramic view of the world.

But Sparta is different, where money and power are supreme, there are no weak and good souls, only the proud sons of heaven who are high above, and the rot and mud that are trampled underfoot.

Here, your kindness will only become a weapon that others use to harm you.

But if you give up your bottom line, you will reap wealth and fame here. That's why every year a large number of people from the Lower String Seat flock to Sparta to win the world.

It's a pity that the one who can stay in the end must be the most unscrupulous.

On the other hand, Sparta has a monopoly on many popular folk brands, involving various industries, and the styles sought after by the public can only be bought in Sparta, so it is also known as the "city of profiteers".

Civilians who have some money in their pockets can only give their wallets when they encounter a style they like, although they are unwilling. And the centuries-old shops that served only the aristocracy would not be affected, because Sparta had the self-knowledge not to provoke the upper class, and even if the nobles were dismissive of their products, they would not blame them for their actions.

Early in the morning on Sunday, the sky was still dark, and after arriving in Sparta, it was just entering the early morning, when Sparta was the quietest time, the lights of the night were already asleep, and the morning light of the day was still slowly waking up.

It seemed to have rained the other day, and the cuckoo was singing in the branches, and the smell of the earth in the air mixed with the smell of some rotting leaves rushed to his nose.

Perhaps because she has no friends, Bettes has been dealing with all things in nature since she was a child, she has a sensitive heart, and this familiarity with nature, so when she comes to an unfamiliar environment, she can quickly sense the surrounding atmosphere.

This skill is theoretically useless, but she loves it, and with this perception, she can see the same thing from different angles.

That feeling is exclusive to her, and she cherishes it.

"Aoi, we're in Sparta."

Louisa said softly, and Beatis also looked at Aoi when she heard this, but she still looked confused.

"I... Can't remember. ”

"It's okay, we have a whole day, so we think it's time to come out and play, maybe we will remember it in a casual moment."

Walking through the streets, several people looked for a place where they could have breakfast, and as time went on, the day had not yet begun, and Bhatis was a little tired of it.

In the city, the morning is the most fireworks time, at least when she was in Isalan, she walked downhill with pink roses and white snowflakes every day.

Along the way, she could see the postman struggling to ride his bicycle, the kind old woman leading the well-trimmed dog, the singing parrot in front of the magic incense shop that smelled of flowers, and the smell of toast filling the entire side street.

Even after she entered school, she lived in an environment that surpassed all scenic spots every day, which gave her the illusion that all cities are so beautiful.

The morning in Sparta easily shattered it.

Like a young creature run over by a carriage.

There are no bright flowers to be seen, the feathered birds that have been seen are locked in delicate cages, the people who have risen from work in the morning are walking with expressionless faces, and the rats that live in the dark are crouching in the corners, waiting for an opportunity.

"Damn hillbilly!"

Someone yelled, and she trembled almost instinctively, and froze in place.

She was no stranger to the word hillbilly.

Like an illegitimate child, it was her alias.

Because she can't afford to use magic incense at home, her clothes smell like mint washing water prepared by her mother all year round.

She loved the taste, refreshing and refreshing.

It's just that the idea that "for those who live in Garani, magic incense is a necessity", I don't know when it became the default law.

Originally, the magic incense existed to serve the magician, but in order not to let the citizens waste the resources belonging to the magician, the price was specially adjusted, and if the citizens who didn't know magic wanted to buy the magic incense, they would need to spend a higher amount.

After being bought by merchants to show off their net worth, magic incense has become one of the luxury goods of the people.

As the origin of the magic incense, Gallani naturally did not want to lose his status.

Even if the White Rice family enjoyed the price of a magician, they still couldn't afford that small box.

"Beatis didn't even know the night charm, and when I brought it to her just now, she couldn't say anything except that it smelled good and smelled good."

"She probably doesn't even know what magic incense is."

"She's not going to be a hillbilly from the Lower String Seat, is she?"

"It's horrible, my Night Charm is dirty, it's not clean..."

After that day, she came home and pestered her mother, begging her to buy herself a small box of magic incense as well.

Ariel couldn't stand her soft grinding and hard bubbles, cut out a little money from the living expenses, and struggled with the boss in the store for a long time, and finally bought the cheapest one.

However.

"Alas, in order to fit in with us, she also took the trouble to do so."

"Disgusting us with this cheap magic incense, she's so vicious..."

"I'm going to vomit this smell, help."

She felt resentful and wanted to yell directly at the question, if you are really that rich, why are you studying in the Church of the Luna like her.

She also wanted to be brave enough to face those vicious words, to justify herself, and to say that she was not like that.

But she didn't dare.

She was afraid of being beaten again, she was afraid of her hair being splashed with ink.

"What are you doing?! Do your parents know about such a bad behavior of you? ”

In the Church of the Luna God, priests and teachers will protect her.

Upon learning that she was being ridiculed for not having magic incense, the priest stuffed the magic incense used by the church into her bag, but she found it and returned it to the priest.

She never used the magic incense again, and even when the magic ascension hit a bottleneck, she didn't ask to use it.

…

Suddenly, a pair of amethysts came up to her.

"I'm in a daze again, and I can't shout back."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm thinking about things..."

Beatis came back to her senses and smiled at Louisa.

"I used to be called a hillbilly."

With that, she turned and looked towards the source of the voice.

It seemed that the noise had ended, and the crowd had dispersed, leaving only the sweepers to sweep away the remaining oil stains on the ground.

"What just happened?"

"A civilian accidentally knocked over an oil drum, and it happened that a noble lady walking by was passing by."

You can already imagine the picture at that time.

"Did she forgive the civilian?"

"No, it was a gentleman named Lien who helped him and paid off his debts."

Sparta still has true feelings.

"Just ask him to get on his knees."

"What?!"

In the liturgy, kneeling is usually done on one knee as a sign of respect, but most of these ceremonies are performed after the new king ascends the throne and the wedding oath is taken.

This is the highest respect that the inhabitants of the continent of Frienia can express, and it is important enough to be honored when visiting the Queen.

This is true for kneeling on one knee, let alone on both knees.

In the long course of history, kneeling is generally performed by slaves who have lost their status and freedom, which is a great humiliation to personality, and after the abolition of the system of private slavery, the kneeling ceremony was also unused.

Beatis had been bullied a lot, but in her mind, even an uneducated person would not ask for it.

"Did he really salute, then?"

"Nature."

"For a mere skirt, for all that money?"

"Xiaobai, what he kneels on is not money, but a life that he can't control without money."

She could guess that the man looked at the golden moon coin that glittered in the morning sun in Lion's hand, like a dying of thirst seeing an oasis.

At that time, he must have struggled inwardly, the other party had no obligation to pay his debts, and Lien's only request was for him to completely shatter his dignity and his soul into the dirt in public.

Although she had never experienced anything like this, and although she knew that she couldn't really empathize, there was still some resonance in her heart.

"Can people like us be trampled on like dirt?"

She said patheticly.

"What do you think of that Mr. Lean?"

Louisa didn't answer her directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Of course I think he's despicable, how can he humiliate people like this?!"

"But he was well-dressed and had a lot of money."

"That doesn't hide that he's a... It's a... It's a dirty fact! ”

Louisa smiled.

"I think so too, and besides, he's pathetic."

Bhatis was stunned.

"Okay, it's been so long, we haven't done anything yet, let's go, let's go, Xiaokui."

Louise pulled up Beatis and called out to Xiao Aoi, who was in a daze beside her.

"Hmm."

Xiao Aoi nodded slightly, and when she turned around, she glanced in a certain direction.

From just now, she felt someone's eyes fall on her body, as sharp as a knife, as if trying to cut her flesh and skin.

The gaze was suspicious, scrutinizing, but it seemed familiar.

As for the reason for déjà vu - probably because a long time ago, she often did this, staring at her prey.