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Wall of Mary, southern end, Higanshina district. At this time, it was already dusk, and in the bluestone streets with a strong medieval European style, in addition to the businessmen who were still setting up stalls, there were more men returning home from work, carrying cloth belts, buying vegetables and rushing home to cook dinner, and groups of children, trying to avoid their parents, just to play with their friends for a while.

Looking at the scene on the other side of the alley where a boy who refused to go home for dinner because he was naughty was reprimanded by his mother, Saar Lancelot's eyes unconsciously revealed a sincere loneliness, and then he smiled bitterly, tried to lift the strap made of two burlaps, and carried the bundle of dry firewood, which was more than three times the size of his thin body, on his back, adjusted his breathing, and turned to walk towards the civilian area of Higanshina.

Although Sal is ten years old this year, malnutrition and the long-term work that exceeds his own accord make his already unfit body look even more weak, so that at first glance, it seems that he is only a thin monkey of seven or eight years old at most, because of the early death of his parents, and without any relatives, Sal has to do everything he can to support himself, picking up garbage, delivering newspapers, cleaning for people, or, as he is now, picking up some dry firewood in the woods near the city walls and selling it to the people in the civilian area. The rich guys in the rich districts did not look down on the dry firewood at all, and their homes generally lived on coal, and only those who lived in the civilian areas would spend money to buy some firewood from him because of the lack of money or pity for him, a child who was not well fed and clothed. Although it seemed to him that this hill of dry firewood could only buy him four or five of the most unpalatable black breads.

"Thank you, little Sal, stay for dinner, your Uncle Manda has brought back more than a pound of pork today!" Outside the door of a house, a middle-aged woman with a loving expression said to Sal, who had just received her three copper plates.

"No, Aunt Manda, I have to sell the rest of the firewood before it gets dark, or I'll be scolded by Carl again." Sal carefully took the three flour-stained copper coins into his arms, looked up and smiled at the middle-aged woman, then struggled to pick up the pile of firewood, which was obviously much less than before, and politely said goodbye before turning away.

"Thrall! If you want me to say that you should listen to Aunt Manda, come and live with us......" Looking at Sal, who turned his head and left, Manda's eyes showed a trace of unbearability, and hurriedly stayed and shouted, but she was only halfway through her words, and Sal's figure disappeared at the end of the alley.

After passing through seven or eight more houses, and selling only a small pile of firewood on his body, Sal finally made his way to his dwelling, a short distance from the civilian quarters to the slums where he lived, and by the time he got home, it was completely dark, and judging by the lights from the windows of the houses in the distance, they had already finished their supper. Sal's home, built next to a row of slum houses, a lonely clay house with only a few meters of hay on top, occupies an area of only a few meters, and does not even have a window, which reminds Sal of the mobile public toilet of his previous life every time he sees it...... No, it is already lifting it to say that it is a mobile public toilet, because it should be said that it is a farmhouse thatched toilet. Smiling self-deprecatingly, Sal pulled open the wooden door that had rotted out a few small holes and stepped inside. Then I was so tired that I was in bed. It was only a turning distance from his door to the bed, and in the room, apart from the little bed that Aunt Manda's youngest son had knocked out, there was only a small cabinet that was very old but cleanly wiped, and an oil lamp that had been pulled out of the garbage heap. Stretching hard, even though he had lived like this almost every day since his parents died when he was six years old, Sal still felt like his little arms and legs were going to break. "I want to eat my dad's chicken thighs, I miss my mom, and my computer, and my bed......" Sal didn't light the oil lamp, but muttered in a low voice, recalling the bits and pieces of his past life, as if this was his greatest pleasure now.

At the beginning of a very cliché story, he is a time-traveler. The reason for crossing is unknown, but I just slept for a while, and when I woke up, I was inexplicably born. Came to this strange world. Suddenly crossed into this place, Sal was still very depressed and aggrieved, at that time he had an urge to point fingers at the sky and scold his mother, and suddenly left his parents who gave birth to him and raised him, the iron-beaten buddy, the familiar world, every qiē and qiē became so ridiculous, so unacceptable, in addition to anger, confusion, there was only deep fear left! Even when he was a baby, he thought about ending his life more than once. But as time passed, the novelty of a new world and the doting love of his parents made him rekindle hope in life, until the day when both his parents left him in this life. They were killed by robbers to save a family of three that they met by chance while they were out on a journey. Sighing, Sal pulled out a delicate silver pendant from the clothes on his chest, obviously, this pendant was not something he could have in terms of texture and craftsmanship, and even ordinary nobles might not be able to wear such jewelry.

This is a silver pendant worn with ordinary black thread, only the size of a thumb, the pattern is a phoenix bathed in fire, although the thing is not big, but the fine flame carving on it is extremely fine, vividly like a phoenix that is about to rush out alive in the next moment, but it really illustrates its own preciousness, and even every time Sal plays with it, there is an illusion that 'this small pendant seems to be able to tell an epic and huge story'. Sal cherishes this pendant very much, not because of its preciousness and beauty, but because of the origin of this pendant. He distinctly remembered that the pendant had been picked up from the antique market the night before he had traveled through his previous life, and that it had been picked up by his father from the door of his house when he was born in this life! If his crossing has nothing to do with this pendant, he won't believe it if he dies! And it has now become the key to whether he can travel back! Although there is little hope and no clue, this little secret has undoubtedly brought great motivation to his life, and perhaps without it, Sal would have killed himself by wiping his neck, right? A strange world, the death of parents, no support, no warm clothes and poor food...... "When will I see through you?" He whispered to the pendant, put it back in the placket, and just rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

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The morning sun shines through the windows and caresses against the sandalwood tabletops, and the curtains are slightly lifted by the summer morning breeze, bringing in a scent of earth. Grisha Yeager had eaten breakfast early and was ready to go out on his rounds with his medical kit, while his wife, Karla, with her long black hair, was still babbling on what to do when she went out, while her lover was constantly tidying up his dishevelled clothes.

"You're a bit of a famous person now, so can't you pay a little attention to your image? It's really ......" Karla complained, Grisha smiled softly, looked at his wife, who was dressed for herself, as if she had been complained about too many times, and did not respond to his wife's words, but turned her head awkwardly to the black-haired girl who was eating at the table and asked, "Mikasa, do you want to go to Sal after breakfast?" The girl who was questioned nodded calmly and said, "I knitted a scarf yesterday and was going to send it to Sal. As he spoke, he pointed to a dark red scarf that had been put aside a long time ago, and the scarf seemed to be made of ordinary thread, and from the delicate corners, the girl was very careful in weaving, and a long scarf was actually made of the thinnest wool.

"Mikasa is deceiving people again, you have been knitting this scarf for more than a month, okay? And the style and color are exactly the same as Mikasa's scarf, so it's obviously a calculation of 'I really want to have a couple's scarf like Sahar'! Before the Grisha couple could speak, another brown-haired boy at the table opened his mouth first, gloating. Then go early and come back early, Salna boy...... It's really stubborn enough......" Grisha shook his head with a smile and didn't speak, while Mikasa stared fiercely at the brown-haired boy on the side and said, "Isn't Alan the same, every day he pulls Ermin to the river or a place where no one is there to chat, and it is a whole day to talk......" "Hey! Is it good that Ermin is obviously a man! Don't talk like we have something unpleasant......" Looking at Mikasa and Alan, who were like siblings, Grisha and his wife couldn't help but laugh warmly.

On Sal's side, because he had finished delivering newspapers and cleaning the house of the rich man yesterday, and had collected more firewood than usual, he had forty copper plates in his pocket, and after paying the rent of his 'latrine' to Karl, he still had a surplus of twenty-two copper plates. I have to say that although old Carl likes to scold himself when he has nothing to do, Sal knows that it is just that Carl accepts the invitation of Aunt Manda's family because he can't stand his abuse of him, otherwise, although this single-family house looks like a latrine, it is not just eighteen copper plates that can be rented for a month. In this world, there are still many kind-hearted people! Smiling and saying goodbye to Carl, Sal made a rare decision not to go to work today, but walked slowly to the river on the edge of the civilian area. Sal felt that in a country surrounded by a 50-metre-high wall, only this area had a good view, so he liked to come here on weekdays when there was nothing to do and the weather was nice. With his eyes closed and his head resting on his hands, the black-haired boy was lying quietly on the green grass by the river, and the passing breeze blew the long hair on his forehead from time to time. Although the boy's clothes were in tatters, it was indeed a bit miserable. "Thrall." As Thrall was about to fall asleep, a clear voice came into his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mikasa, with long black hair, smiling at him. "Mikasa? You're here. ”