Clares is fifteen years old, with long, soft pale blonde hair, and is a rather beautiful girl. Because the family is poor, her father died early, and she is a girl, so she did not go to school, but entered the society early, her daily work is to take the sweetheart cookies baked by her mother to the Holy Light Square to sell, although the money earned is not much, but it is also a very important source of life for this poor family.

As early as half a month ago, I was notified that in the three days starting today, there will be a huge ring competition in the Holy Light Square, with thousands of contestants gathered here from all over the country, and it is said that many dignitaries and dignitaries will come to participate, and even there is a grapevine that there will be people in the royal family who will attend, for safety reasons, all the vendors who originally begged for a living in the Holy Light Square are required to strictly abide by the rules in these days, and business can be done as usual, but they are absolutely not allowed to enter the competition area, Once you collide with those noble lords with golden keys and violate the regulations, the consequences are very serious.

The sheriff in charge of the security of this area of the Holy Light Square is a very good person, he saw that Clarais was a very poor girl, not only never embarrassed her, but often came to take care of her business, and when she informed Clarais of this matter, he also secretly told Clarais that he should prepare a little more biscuits these days, and there would be a lot of people coming in those days, and when watching the game, many people like to eat some sweet and delicious snacks or something.

It was a kind reminder that Clares was grateful to the kind sheriff.

In recent days, Clares and her mother have been working overtime every day to make more biscuits for sale in the next few days, and Clares herself is looking forward to this ring match. As a girl from a poor family who can't even afford a ticket, she doesn't like to watch those people fight and kill on stage. Instead, her mother said that if business was really much better these days, she would give Clares a small bow to tie her hair, the kind of little pink bow with lace that Clarais had always liked but had never been willing to buy.

Well, Jessica next door has a little bow like this, which is very beautiful to wear, and if I had one, I would be more charming than her, and I would attract the attention of boys more than her...... Well, it must be like that.

I have been looking forward to it for so many days. The ring competition is finally about to begin, and since the first night, many staff members have been busy in the Holy Light Square, and many horse-drawn carts have transported many building materials and tools, and have been building the ring and VIP seats for the VIPs needed for the competition all night.

Before dawn. Many people poured into the Holy Light Square from all directions, including contestants. There are spectators who are ready to buy tickets to see the excitement. There are those who join in the fun, and there are also traders like Clares who are ready to make a little fortune.

Outside the ring, there was a large, large open space for the spectators, surrounded by a soft fence made of colored satin, where heavily armed guards maintained order. All the contestants gather at the back, register their names, receive their lottery numbers, and enter. Spectators who want to go inside the fence to watch it up close will need to buy a ticket.

Front row, 20 credits.

In the middle position, 10 silver coins.

Back position, 5 credits.

It's probably divided into three grades.

As for those who are shy in their pockets, there is no way, they are wronged and wronged, just take a look from afar outside......

For a child from a poor family like Clares, the lowest ticket is also something she absolutely can't afford, 5 silver coins, almost enough for her and her mother for two months' living expenses, fortunately, Clarais doesn't really want to see those fighting things, she got up early, carrying two bamboo baskets full of small biscuits, ready to take a good place outside the square. Yes, she didn't do it alone, there were many vendors who wanted to make a little fortune today, there were many people who did business, but there were few good places, Clarais was lucky, she found a good place near the entrance to the auditorium, and in less than an hour, she sold half a basket of small biscuits, which was almost equal to her sales in a whole day on weekdays.

"Not enough, not enough, I'm going to sell more, for the cute bow!" Clares secretly clenched his little fist, cheering himself up in his heart.

But...... Clares suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Mr. Sheriff said before that today is a special situation, until the end of the game, no vendors can enter the spectator box and the contestants' area to sell their business, but what happened to those people inside? How did they get in?

In the audience, there were four or five people, all young men, each of them holding a small box in their hands, and they didn't know what was in it, one by one to sell to others, and from time to time pointed to the VIP area in front of them, pointing, I don't know what to say, just such a set of procedures, many people nodded, with a look of eagerness on their faces, and then reached out to take out the money, threw it into the small box, and then quickly took out something that looked like a small white stick.

Clares noticed that it was not the copper horns that the men had thrown into the small box, but shiny silver coins!

It's a silver coin!

Clarais was full of envy, wondering what the hell were those people selling?

No matter what, everyone sells things, since they can get in, I want to go in too, and the people who can pay for tickets to go in the ring are all rich people, and they definitely don't care about the silver coins one or two, if any kind gentleman looks at me pitiful and buys all my little cookies, yes, my cute little bow will be gone.

Although Clares is just a girl from a poor family, her personality is still very straightforward, she can do what she wants, without too much hesitation, carrying the basket in her hand, squeezing into the crowd, and preparing to break into the audience area.

"Hey, hey, hey, what about you, buy tickets and line up!" One of the guards at the entrance frowned and scolded when he saw Clares about to break in.

It's been a busy morning, it's messy, this guard's anger is really a little big, and his attitude is not very good, but. The people who spend money to buy tickets to watch the game here are just ordinary people with a little money, and they generally don't dare to do anything to the heavily armed royal guards, even if the attitude is almost there, those who really can't afford to offend are on the VIP side, rich and powerful people, who are idle and have nothing to do to run over to spend money to buy tickets? People are a privileged class, and they don't need to spend money at all.

As for these ordinary people, what do they think, hehe, who cares?

"What? Ticket? Clares was stunned for a moment. Stopped.

She swallowed, a little nervous.

As a kind and powerless low-level citizen, she has never had the experience of dealing with guards.

This is the first time.

She was very polite and respectful, nodded lightly to the guard, and said in a trembling voice, "Dear Mr. Guard." I...... I'm not going to watch the game, I'm just going to go in and sell something. Look at ......" Clares raised the basket in his hand, "Sweet little biscuits." It's delicious. ”

"Sell something?" The guards looked Clares up and down a few times, wondering if this chick was crazy or stupid. What kind of biscuits do you want to sell like this...... Oh my God, didn't the sheriff of this place inform her that no vendors were allowed to peddle here? Damn it!

The guard waved his hand angrily and made a gesture to push out: "This is the audience area, no business is allowed." Go and go, you some kind of broken biscuits to sell outside. ”

Clares took a few steps back, feeling a little aggrieved, but she still mustered up the courage to come. Pointing to the few people in the audience area who were still holding small boxes to sell goods and collect money, he said, "Sir, aren't those people peddling their goods?" Why can't I go in if they can get in? ”

The guards looked in the direction of Clareth's finger, and sure enough, they saw several people coming and going. Yes, it stands to reason that no one is allowed to do business in the audience area, but those few people, the top boss has already explained, and those people can enter with special approval, in other words, there is a door and a backstage, or simply a big man sent out to run errands, not to mention that he is an ordinary guard, even his top boss is secretive when he talks about this matter, and he doesn't dare to talk about it in detail, just let his subordinates not cause trouble, and when the time comes, they will not see it.

The guards were already in a bad mood, but now when they look at this bold and unconvinced Clares, their hearts are even more unhappy, thinking that you are a broken common people, doing small business, where did you come from so many things? What's wrong with people going in? What's wrong? Can you compare to others? Depend on...... What is the identity has to have the consciousness of what identity, grinding and chirping, it is really TMD underbeaten.

"What nonsense? I want to watch the game, I want to line up to buy tickets, I want to go in and sell things, no way, what do you see? Yes, if you won't let you in, what can you do? The guard suddenly glared: "Get out!" ”

Clares was taken aback, how could she, a weak little girl, stand up to this, and sat down on her knees with weak legs, and with a bang, the small basket on her arm fell to the ground, and the small biscuits inside were all scattered.

"Ah, my cookies!" Clares screamed and threw himself into the basket. However, many of the biscuits have been broken, and the rest have been stained with a lot of dust and mud, and no one will want to buy them, no matter how cheap they are.

Clares cried.

While crying, he continued to hold the biscuits into the basket.

This is her hope, and this is the fruit of her and her mother's hard work for several days.

I was expecting to sell it for more money, but now, ruined, all ruined......

Clares' eyes were full of tears and hazy, and she seemed to see that cute little bow come to life and become a real little butterfly, and then flapped her beautiful wings, flying higher and farther......

And at this time, she suddenly heard a very warm voice behind her: "Don't cry, is it painful?" This one is up to you. ”

As soon as Claras turned around, he saw a young man about the same age as himself in a black magic robe, already crouching beside him, with a warm smile on his face, nodding slightly, and holding a clean handkerchief in his outstretched hand...... (To be continued......)