July 1731 Portnas, Bellis

The streets of Bellis City are still so filthy that they haven't changed for a long time. The boy looked at the houses on both sides, this was where he used to be, wasn't it?

I don't know. He, I don't know.

Familiar and unfamiliar, the boy wants to find the traces that once belonged here, but he doesn't know where to start. No, it hasn't changed here, hasn't it changed here? So why don't I know it?

The complicated sense of déjà vu enveloped the boy, and he couldn't find a memory that he could stand on, but this wind, this smell, was undoubtedly the place where it once was.

"I'm very forgetful. "It's a journey without answers, the boy walks forward, he doesn't know where he's going, but he has to move, leave everything to fate, don't go where he wants, just go.

None of the people on the road knew him, and they just passed by indifferently, and if he wanted to talk to them, these people would be vigilant and avoid. The boy wanted to tell them that he was the one who was here, and that he had lived here for a long time, but in their eyes, the boy was just an adventurer, an ordinary adventurer, and had nothing to do with Porternath.

The surface of the city full of light has forgotten him, and he has forgotten the surface of the city, so what about the dark interior here?

Turning into the side alley, the boy smelled a perfume mixed with the smell of rotting food, he was too familiar with this smell, he fell asleep in this smell countless times as a child, and woke up in this smell, and then watched his strange companions leave one by one for the day's "work", and he had to find a way to get the day's food.

Soon he saw the shadow of his past, a beggar was sleeping on a shabby straw mat, and when he got a little closer to the boy, he smelled a strong stench, and the boy looked at the beggar, and for a second, two seconds, three seconds, the boy left with a blank face.

Two steps further, there were a few small children squatting on the ground, dressed quite well, much better than beggars, but there were also a few patches on their bodies, and the days did not seem to be easy, they looked at the young man who came vigilantly, they first focused on the young man's waist, but one of them noticed the giant sword behind the young man's back, he muttered something to his companions, and the few people looked at each other and ran away. The boy looked at the sound of them leaving, and for a second, two seconds, the boy left with a blank face.

Shacks began to appear in front of him, and beyond that there was a slum, and the boy didn't know why he was here, he didn't know how to get here, but he felt familiar with it.

As he approached here, the people in the slums looked at him, and the boy looked at them, and he knew them? He didn't know, but when he got to the door of the first shantyhouse, he flicked the wind chimes there, why did he do this? The boy didn't know, but strangely enough, after doing this, all the wary eyes disappeared, and the people here went back to what they had just done.

"Whose child are you?" said an old woman to the boy.

Looking at the mother-in-law, the boy noticed the red ribbon on the mother-in-law's hand, "I don't know." He replied, "After all these years, hasn't my uncle come back?"

The old woman looked at the boy with some surprise, but immediately her expression became dull again, "Maybe he will come back tomorrow." She touched the ribbon in her hand, "I know that the children who leave here will not admit to staying here, if you are here to find your parents or not to go in, the earlier ones."

The good guys are gone, and now there are only scoundrels here, what's the use of finding them?"

"The good guys aren't there," the boy crouched down, "where's the best good guy?"

The young man's words were very strange, and the old woman did not understand the "best good man?"

"The best one, the kindest, the prettiest, ma'am. The boy didn't know what he was talking about, but he had a feeling in his heart that there was such a being here, that was the good man who dug him out of the mire and saved him from the end of his sorrow, that was the angel, that was the goddess, that was the object of his own faith.

He didn't know if this was his own imagination, but his mouth was already talking, obviously he didn't know what to say, obviously he didn't have anything in his head, but the current boy seemed to be doing something, doing what he was supposed to do.

"Are you talking about Mrs. Blunt?" the old woman looked at the young man in front of her, and she touched his face with satisfaction, "and it is good that the child remembers her." The old woman's eyes moistened.

"Mrs. Blunt—" thought of something, but there was nothing, "Is she alright? Miss Blunt is alright?"

The old woman touched the red ribbon in her hand, "She has had a bad time all these years, after the death of Mr. Blunt, their property has been seized by the governor, the porridge factory has stopped, many people have starved to death, and they themselves can only live here, although the church will send people to make up for it every week, but the days are always getting worse and worse, the wife's health has not been good, Miss Blount is now trying to make money..."The old woman couldn't go on, she stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, "When my son comes back, everything will be fine." ”

"Where does Mrs. Blunt live?" the boy shook the old woman's withered hand.

"What is your name, child?" the old woman did not answer him directly.

"My name is—" The boy thought about the name, what he should be called, what he was called when he was here" Lot. There was only one option left in the boy's head.

"Lot," the old woman began to recall, and after a moment she shook her head, "Sorry boy, probably old, I can't remember your name." ”

The boy shook his head, "Where is Mrs. Blunt, can you tell me, mother-in-law?"

"Inside, the door with the blue family coat of arms is her house. The old woman smiled, "Child, say hello to her for me." ”

The boy nodded, smiling, and he kissed the old woman's hand, and walked inside.

The familiar smell, he didn't remember anything, but it was still familiar.

The blue coat of arms is also familiar.

The door was unlocked, and the boy walked in, it was a dilapidated room, but the furnishings here were not shabby, although old, but clean.

"Is that Aenica?" said an old woman's voice from inside the room, accompanied by the sound of coughing.

The boy did not speak, but went inside, and a woman was lying on the bed, weak and old, like a curled mouse.

The boy looked at the woman, and the woman looked at him. An impulse surged in the boy's body, and he wept, even though the boy forgot everything, his body still remembered.

He bent his knees and threw himself on top of the woman.

There was no need to ask who the boy was, the woman seemed to know everything, she stroked the boy's head and said in the gentlest words possible, "Don't cry, child, you have grown into an adult, you shouldn't cry." ”

"Ms. Blunt. ”

The boy sobbed, he didn't know what to say, there was nothing in his head, only tears kept flowing.

"I'm fine. With a cough, the woman laughed, "It's good that you can come and see me." ”

"I..."

"I'm sorry, I can't remember your name now, maybe Anika remembers, she should have come back a long time ago, it's a little late today. ”

The boy looked up, "I'll go find her." ”

"It's... It's inconvenient. "The woman is a little embarrassed," she is working. ”

"Mrs. Blunt, your porridge is delicious. The boy kissed her on the cheek, "All those who have received your help will not forget." ”

The woman looked at the boy and her face twitched, "Just bring her back, she should be working on the cross street to the south." ”

The boy nodded, "Don't worry, Mrs. Blunt." ”

The boy didn't know where South Cross was, but his feet did.

On the street, there were still indifferent people, but there were a few different beings, they were well-dressed women, they stood on the side of the street, winking at the pedestrians on the side of the road, the boy looked at these women, he had not seen Miss Blunt, but he knew she was not here.

Road after road, alley after alley, the boy walked for a long time, and finally he heard a voice.

"Let go of me, that's all you have. "That's a woman's voice, that's a familiar woman's voice.

The boy ran, and soon he found the source of the voice, he had not seen Miss Blunt, but he knew that the woman in front of him was her. Although she is now very cheap in grease powder, her perfume is pungent and unpleasant, and her eyebrows and eyes reveal no longer cuteness but some shrewdness, but that is undoubtedly her.

A man was holding her hand at this time, and his face was full of malicious smiles, "Another one, you see that I often patronize your business, you can give me one more time!"

The boy took the first step towards the man. He should yell at him, and the man will definitely be scared away.

The man noticed the boy, and he turned to the boy and began to curse and say something, but the boy didn't pay attention.

The boy took a second step toward the man. He can take out a weapon to scare him, and the man will definitely be scared away.

Seeing that the boy did not react, the man let go of the woman's hand.

The boy took a third step toward the man. He can cut off one of his hands, and the man will surely be scared away.

The man walked towards the boy.

The boy took a fourth step toward the man. He can scare men away as long as he is willing to do anything.

The man pulled a dagger from his waist, and he walked over to the boy, as if to say something again.

The boy ran towards the man, his greatsword already in his hand.

The man was frightened at the sight of the boy, and he began to retreat.

The boy ran to the man, he remembered his identity, he was an adventurer, he hunted monsters by himself, he did not belong to Portnatus, there were monsters in front of him, this is Portnats.

With a single sword, the boy cut off the man's leg.

Two knives, the boy cut off the man's hand.

Three knives, the boy cut off the man's head.

With four swords, the boy slashed open the man's torso.

In his ears was a woman's scream, and the boy looked at the woman, "Miss Blunt, your mother asked me to pick you up." ”

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