"Why did you kill him!" the woman asked the boy in a loud voice.

The boy didn't know, but his mouth began to move again, "He should be damned." ”

"Do you know how much trouble this is going to get me?" the woman looked at the boy nervously, and suddenly she panicked, "Are you... Don't kill me! I don't make much money today..."The woman began to tremble, and she took out a stack of money from her clothes, "That's all, sir, please don't kill me!" The woman began to cry, she was afraid of death, she was terrified.

"Miss Blunt, your mother asked me to take you back. The teenager took the woman's other hand that didn't take the money, then leaned over and kissed it, "I'm sorry if I scared you." ”

The woman looked at the young man's performance with an incredulous expression, "You are sick! What is my identity, how can you be like this... Thinking of the past, the woman began to cry again, "I am not worthy of this kind of etiquette!

The boy looked at the woman, as if he didn't hear what she was saying, "Miss Blunt, do you have a handkerchief on you?" he smiled awkwardly.

The woman looked at him, although she was scared and sad, but when this question was asked, the woman's head seemed to buzz, her emotions became extremely excited, she frantically looked for something in her clothes, handkerchiefs, she should have, how could she not ... She didn't? she had to! The woman tried to put on a smile on her face, she didn't know why she was doing it, but she knew she had to do it.

The boy respectfully took the handkerchief, "Offended." He began to wipe the blood from the greatsword with this "handkerchief", and soon the handkerchief was stained red, "Can you give me the handkerchief, Miss Blunt?" the boy bowed respectfully to her, holding the "handkerchief" in his hand.

The woman nodded, she wanted to speak, but she didn't make a sound, what should she say, what should a nobleman say at this time? She forgot, she had forgotten what to say, she was about to be driven crazy by herself, how could she forget!

"Thank you, miss. The boy bowed slightly, and even though the woman didn't say anything, the boy seemed to have heard the answer.

Then the boy walked up to the woman and took her arm, "Miss, where do you want to go?"

"Go home..."Tears have been pouring down her face like rain, and the woman is crying silently, is this a dream? Or is this a hallucination before she dies? How is it possible? How can there be anything else in this world that does this to her?

There was an interesting scene on the South Cross Street, an adventurer with a giant sword on his back respectfully holding a vulgarly dressed girl, they were walking on the road like a noble lady and a squire, the woman was crying, and the man was looking ahead with his head held high, as if he did not realize how mediocre the woman beside him was. People looked at them sideways, some laughing, others frowning and scoffing. The only ones who showed envy were the equally vulgarly dressed girls, biting their lipes and stomping their feet, watching the two leave.

"Mom!" the woman who returned home threw herself into the old woman's arms, "Who is this man, Mommy?"

"He... It's one of those kids, though I don't remember who. The old woman looked at the young man waiting by the door.

When the eyes met, the young man bowed his head respectfully

The woman turned around at this time, and she walked up to the young man, "Sir..."

"I'm as old as you, Miss Blunt. My name is Lot. The young man bowed slightly, "That matter has nothing to do with you, I will take care of everything." ”

"I know... Lott—" The woman's face was a little embarrassed, and she pulled Lott to the outside of the old woman's room. she

Glance smartly outside, then close the door.

"What are you going to do, Miss Blunt?" the boy looked at the woman's figure with some puzzlement.

"Lot... You... It looks like you're dressed well, can you lend us some money?," the woman's voice was very small, and she was deliberately avoiding the old woman's ears, "I know that we have just known each other, and this kind of thing is too much, but..."The woman rubbed her hands together, "If you don't dislike me, I can do anything, and I can marry you... If you don't like it, you can come to me at any time, as long as you come to me, the night is yours. ”

The young man looked at the woman, his face was expressionless, he found a white cloth on the table, and then dipped his fingers in some wall ash, he wrote something on the white cloth, "Miss Blunt, the porridge factory is a good idea, this is my account and password in the York Chamber of Commerce, the money in it is my investment, if you make money in the future, just save some in it, if you lose, just take it, there are about 60,000 gold coins in total." But please don't take it all in one go, I have to spend some money on my life occasionally. The boy handed the white cloth to the woman.

"Sixty thousand!" the woman covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

"Maybe there will be more in the future, I hope you are satisfied. The boy laughed.

The woman took the white cloth, and she looked at what was written on it, and she was trying to recite it.

"Miss Blunt. The boy smiled and took a step back, "It's okay, I'll go first." ”

"Wait. The woman grabbed the young man's hand in one step, and with the other hand began to unbutton the clothes, "It's good once, it's the only thing I can give you..."

"Miss Blunt. The boy pressed her hand and said, "Ask you something, do you know a two-story house with easels, beds, and water that is hard to drink, where is that kind of house?"

"Huh?" the woman didn't understand.

"Five years... Or seven years... There was such a house before this, where was that house?" said the young man who let go of the woman's hand and took a step back, "Offended, Miss Blunt. ”

"At that time... House..."The woman recalled, a past she didn't want to recall, but now she had to remember for the sake of the boy in front of her.

"If you can't think of it, forget it. With a smile, the boy turned to leave.

"Bello Street," the word came out of the woman's mouth, "I don't know if it's there, but this one is the one that flashed in my head." ”

"Thank you, Miss Blunt. The boy bowed deeply to her, and then respectfully exited the room.

Seeing the young man leave like this, the woman clenched the white cloth tighter, "Mom, I'll go out for a while and come back soon." ”

The fragments that could never be remembered were now in front of his eyes, the boy was running, he was running, desperately running. Bello Street, the name is very unfamiliar, as if I have never heard of it, but when you close your eyes, a familiar scene will appear in the teenager's mind, like a dream, you can't see anything clearly, but the teenager knows that something in his mind exists, that place exists.

Walking on this street, the teenager can find it with his eyes closed. The familiar house, too familiar, the boy was standing in front of it at this time, the dilapidated door panels, the almost collapsed beams, this house should not last long, but his master is back today.

Pushing open the door, the boy smelled something, it was the smell of food, someone lived in it. A poorly dressed beggar approached, "What are you doing coming in?"

The young man looked at the beggar, he raised his fist, without hesitation, he punched the beggar to the ground "This is my home, Rod, Bailey's home, you get out of here." ”

This punch

The strength is not small, the beggar's nose is crooked, and he ran out in a panic, "You wait for me, we are not easy to bully!"

The beggar is gone, and the place is back in the hands of its owner. Habitually Lott closed the door, a smile appeared on his face, and with a light footstep Lott began to run around the house.

"Bailey, how is the painting?" said no one in the room, but the boy did not think so, and he took three steps and two steps up the stairs, where there must have been many easels. Sunlight streamed in on the familiar windowsill, and there were many beds and dirty bowls on the second floor.

"Where's the easel?" the boy walked over to where the easel had been, "Bailey, has your painting been stolen?" The boy laughed, "You bard have a lot more money to make money than you can paint." ”

Looking at the place where the big cabinet had been, it was empty, but the boy was still happy, and he stood there, his hand touching forward, as if there was something there.

Then, the boy, he stopped, where he should have touched the door. He didn't continue to talk to himself, the boy enjoyed the comfort of the quiet, it was still this house, he closed his eyes and seemed to be able to touch everything that had been, the water here must still be so bitter. Everything here was familiar to him, after all, he lived here, and once upon a time, there were traces of him here.

Although he no longer belongs here, he no longer belongs to Portnas, and he no longer belongs to Belice City.

Raising the giant sword in his hand, the young man mustered up all his strength and slammed it to the ground.

This must have been the final blow that crushed the old house, a blow from his former owner. The house shook violently after the smash and then collapsed.

Lott crawled out of the rubble unharmed, of course, how could his own house hurt him?

The beggar came with a group of people in a rage, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the debris of the house. And a guy with a giant sword came out of it, and it was not easy to mess with at first glance, and the light in the room was too dark just now for the beggar to notice at all.

Such a lot, the beggar naturally did not dare to play tricks, but it was a pity for the belongings in the house, he rushed into the wreckage, dug up the rotten wood, and wanted to find his own things.

The same is true of these people brought by the beggars, they also rushed in to dig up the wreckage, this is the house where they are boarding, the bed on the second floor just now should be theirs, although this house is broken, but it can shelter from the wind and rain.

Lot's appearance ruined everything for them, but they were also afraid of Lott and did not dare to settle accounts with him.

However, their appearance also ruined everything for Lot, and Lott did not settle accounts with them.

Life is probably like this, different people think they are right from their own point of view, but what does it matter if they are right or wrong, the important thing is that the house is now gone, completely disappeared from this world.

Lott put away his sword and didn't look back at the pile of wreckage and the pathetic fleas on top of it.

He hadn't eaten his lunch yet, but he wasn't hungry either, and Mrs. Brunt's porridge was the most delicious thing in the world, and a smile crossed Lot's face at the thought of it.

Here are his memories, though he doesn't remember anything anymore, but at least, there are people here, and now someone knows that a young man named Lott has returned, and he has come back to see the old woman, and Mrs. Blunte, and by the way has taken Miss Blunt home, and although it is not a big deal, someone has remembered it. Even if in the future he will never belong here again.

Now, it's time to go back to the Adventurers' Guild.

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