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Beverly's doubts intensified as she moved forward.

The ruins on both sides of the path are gradually transforming into new buildings.

And where the building is located is......

Memories begin to distort, and the street in front of Beverly's eyes reorganizes into a shack.

And the alleys around the shack are covered with snow everywhere.

It was a snowy environment, and it looked like it was deep winter. Little Beverly quickly came into view. She sneezed and carried firewood as she struggled. And in the shack in front of you, you can see that it is extremely cold.

The shack was as simple as ever, but there were a few more things.

The first is a curtain that has a slightly wind-blocking effect...... But it doesn't look like it's going to be able to block the wind.

I don't know where I got a dirty quilt...... Because I can't wander outside and can't wash clothes in winter, it's very dirty and hard, and the knots are very bad. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and it is very uncomfortable to cover. But even so, it's better than nothing - just a little bit of wind.

But it can be very uncomfortable to cover.

In addition, there is a stove in the house. It seems to be the most expensive thing in the shack. It was stolen by Olancart. In this way, the two of them can burn some firewood or coal to keep warm. Naturally, fuel can only be picked up and stolen.

Beverly picked it up by digging through the garbage.

The two of them also wanted to have a small pot. This way you can cook something, boil some water or something. The two hadn't eaten anything hot in a long time.

Little Beverly's illness doesn't seem to be curing yet, but because she suddenly went from three to two, she has to start working. Olancart is absolutely too busy to be alone. The girl staggered and placed the firewood by the stove and began to try to add firewood to it.

As a result, the operation was wrong, causing soot to splatter, choking little Beverly and coughing.

Olancart is holding a broken lunch box that seems to have been picked up, and gradually appears in the frame. There were a few beans piled up in the lunch box, and there were also some unidentified vegetables that looked like dry firewood.

"Beverly, I took it from the church. Olancart's face was flushed, and he seemed to be severely frozen: "It's not much, but it's good to fill ...... stomach."

"Brother, you stole it from the church?" Beverly said hesitantly, "You're not good ...... like this."

"I—I didn't steal. Orlancart hurriedly shouted, "...... The old master and Sister Aya both saw me taking something, but they didn't say anything......"

"That's not going to work. Little Beverly whispered, "Church stuff, how can we steal ......"

"It's not stealing, it's taking. Olancart's face turned red: "That's, that's it." I don't want to go get food, but we don't have a single far. ”

"Brother, what is Farr doing?" little Beverly looked at the two of them blankly.

"That's it...... Money. ”

"What's the money?" little Beverly looked at him with an unworldly expression.

"Money is a good thing. Olancart patiently explained.

"Why?" said little Beverly as she put her hand over the fire, vaguely indicating that she didn't understand the concept yet.

Hearing this question, Olancart was a little speechless for a while, because he didn't seem to be too clear: "Well, it's probably the kind of thing that can keep us fed, clothed, and have a place to live, which is very good, isn't it? The old women in the orphanage also always complained that the orphanage had no money, and scolded us for being losers." If you had money, you wouldn't have scolded us. ”

Easy-to-understand, simple and unpretentious explanations...... But in this child's eyes, the role of money is too simple.

"Oh......" Little Beverly's expression seemed to understand and didn't seem to understand: "The money is so good...... So why don't we?"

Was I so pure when I was young? Beverly suddenly felt a little sad at the little girl in front of her: Your innocence doesn't seem to have been preserved for long...... Soon I will grow up and become an adult whose soul is "polluted" by society.

"Because we can't make money. Olancart sighed and sat down next to Beverly: "Money is earned through work, and we don't have a job...... No one wants to give it to us. ”

"Why?" little Beverly shrank back, closer to the fire. Her hair was almost burning.

"Why...... Why?" With a "I don't know" expression, Orlancart smiled wryly and shook his head: "The last time I heard the priest preach in the church, he was saying that the fate of the Ebons was not predestined, but the starting point was different. ”

"So I thought about it for a moment...... "Olancart set the lunch box on the fire and heated it. The eight-year-old's expression seemed to yearn for something: "Doesn't that mean we have a chance? Get out of here...... But not in the Roma way. ”

"Why, the power of the abyss doesn't work on her......" The Abyss Knight stared at the left palm that was supposed to collect the soul, and muttered to himself in annoyance: "And the illusion emitted by the red light before actually only made her body freeze for a while." ”

He took off his iron glove's left hand, glowing red. In the mucus-like liquid of his palm, an MAGIC EYE was looking at him with a blank eye.

"For the inhabitants of the abyss, the power of the abyss would not have had any additional impact on her. Behind the Abyss Knight, a person suddenly stood silently.

Inside the Black Tower.

"She stopped the effects of the abyss, allowing the memory devouring to be replaced by a memory reflex. The hooded man quietly reported to Beverly.

"Be more detailed. The Guardian of the Black Tower slowly turned around and glanced at him.

"That is...... The situation that was supposed to be devoured by the abyss and then the soul was immune. Instead, it began to make her forcibly recall some of the previous episodes. The hooded man further stated: "She resisted the influence of the abyss. ”

"It's not a surprise at all. That woman is dangerous, I said it a long time ago. The Guardian of the Black Tower didn't seem to be at all satisfied with the deliberate explanation: "Are you done? ”

"Ah, yes. Miss...... No, my lord. Quickly changed his mouth, and the hooded man coughed: "Then I'll retire first." ”

"Before that, go and deliver a letter to Lusa. Taking out a letter, the silver-haired girl waved her hand casually, allowing another hooded man to appear in front of her: "This letter has been specially processed and will not be traced." ”

The Guardian of the Black Tower stuffed Lusa and Lucina's stuffed dolls into an envelope, picked up the fire paint, and placed it on the fire to heat and melt.

When the envelope was sealed, it was exactly the same as the one Lusha had received.