When I first met Roy, eighteen-year-old Sister Xiaolan was already a red card on Flower Street. And Roy, the stupid-looking bear child, is only ten years old, and his height is less than her chest.

I don't know when they started to like the game of pinching his face.

The women of Bollabel like to grab this confused but cute boy with a big head, pinch his face vigorously, see his dumb appearance deformed in their hands, see him reluctant and submissive, laugh.

Sister Xiaolan is the most happy.

Whether the big head is throwing stones with Tom by the river, fighting wooden swords on street corners, dozing off in the shop, or leading Hans's horse at the door of a bar where children are not allowed to enter, and waiting for Hans to bring him a drink....... as long as he appears in Xiaolan's eyes, he can't run anyway.

This kind of somewhat childish and ridiculous prank makes Sister Xiaolan happy in her heart. Only then is her laughter presumptuous, giggling, leaning back and forth, rather than the coquettish, reserved and hypocritical smiling of the brothel.

She's just a prostitute, with no dignity and no future. Except for this game with the big head, she could not find a simple and simple happiness.

Sister Lan likes to chat with Roy. Before Roy went to work in the brothel, she often dragged him to the beach, sat on the stone pier next to the lighthouse, watched the waves of bubbles that hit the reef and slowly receded, and talked to him about the things in her heart that she had nothing else to say.

At that time, she was eighteen years old, which was the time when her body was gradually plump and her charm gradually matured, and it was also the age when a woman's fantasy was the richest.

She told him that one of the knights he had only glanced at the small building, and that he had fallen in love with him, and that he had been a nymphomaniac and asked him to help with ideas, and whenever the boy looked at him with a simple face, he lost his temper, kneaded him hard, and then laughed out loud.

She told him of his own dream, to be a female captain, to sail from Borabel to the end of the endless sea, in a large ship that would never sink. In the song of the Banshee of the Sea, see the first rays of sunlight shining into this world.

She told him when she was happy, and she told him when she was unhappy. Always nagging. And he is always confused, like a fool's card hollow, hiding all the secrets of a lowly, but full of beautiful fantasies.

Later, Roy used to work as a cook in a brothel for a while, doing some chores.

Although many of the sisters loved the time when Roy was there. But for Sister Xiaolan, it was her least favorite time.

She didn't like him at such a close distance, seeing himself spinning among men like a butterfly, she didn't like him to see her smiling face with her, and she looked like she was pinched by someone, and she didn't like this fool tree hole that originally belonged to her to be pulled by other girls to chat.

Fortunately, although Roy is good at everything, he always can't do it for long. Three months later, he left the brothel and went to work as a young sailor on a fishing boat.

Sister Xiaolan doesn't know where this kid has the energy to try so many things. He was only twelve years old when he went to sea. In her words, it is "not even hair".

The first time I saw this kid standing like a dwarf, among those tall and muscular sailors with thick sweat hair, Sister Xiaolan laughed so much that tears came out.

But a month later, he was already a qualified sailor. At the end of a voyage, he was even unanimously respected by the sailors. Except for being short and weaker, he does everything better than everyone else, and no one treats him as a child.

But in the eyes of Sister Xiaolan, he is a bear child. She watched the boy grow little by little, from reaching her shoulders to leveling her neck. By the time that bloody night had fallen more than a year earlier, he had leveled her ears.

Xiaolan will always remember that day, and I don't know how many times she cried about it.

When you arrive in Muni City, everyone always mentions Roy. He relished the knightly demeanor of the little guy when he charged into battle, and told him over and over again about the killing of Buck and Andrew, and the knighthood of the princess's guardian. Then patted his chest and made a bet that he must still be alive.

But at the end of each topic, there was a dead silence.

As time passed, more than a year passed, and everyone lost hope. The only people who believe that he is still alive are only a handful of people. , Sister Xiaolan is one of them.

No one wanted to argue with her about it, she was like a madman who was obsessed with it, and she had no reason. No amount of evidence or logic could convince her that Roy was dead. Even if anyone dares to say that Roy is dead in front of her, she can smack you in the face! But today, people found out that she was right!

Roy is still alive. He rode a horse, dressed in a very imposing leather armor, and appeared in this fiery sunset surrounded by the knights of the red leaves.

Sister Xiaolan cried profusely.

When she was usually in a daze, when she dreamed at night, she had imagined the picture of seeing Roy again many times. Those pictures are tragic, but there are also beautiful. Sometimes she was awakened from a dream, and her nose was so sore that she couldn't sleep anymore. Sometimes it's a lot of fun.

No matter how gorgeous the imagination is, there is no one more sassy than the way this dead child appeared in front of him at this moment.

This simple-looking one, always comes back with a big head that takes advantage of his chest when he kneades him. He grew taller and grew up. What's damn is that he not only dares to be more than half a head taller than himself, but also dares to grow into a handsome little man who makes people blush and heartbeat!

Roy is getting closer. Sister Lan watched him walk through the crowd and watched him dismount in front of her, and then, she heard the little bastard shout with a damn shyness as usual.

"Sister Xiaolan. ”

"You damn little bastard......" Sister Lan cried and laughed, gritting her teeth.

She stood in place, tears streaming down her eyes, and looked at Roy, who had grown up, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, she pounced on him with her teeth and claws, and pinched his face.

On the other side, Hans walked towards Sally.

"Hans ......"

Sally called out to the man who walked up to her, somewhat unconfidently.

Her expression was dazed and panicked. Although Hans has always been by her side, sheltering her and her daughter from the wind and rain, strong as a stone. But in her understanding, he was just a little police sergeant who also lived in the slums, worried about life, and had no power.

A few minutes ago, Sally thought the retribution for her wayward actions had come.

As a mother, she has long passed the age of a young girl. The hardships of life should have taught her to be smarter and more realistic. However, despite the strong opposition of many of her fellow villagers who had come with her to the city of Muni, she chose Hans.

For this reason, she even offended many fellow villagers and sisters who took the initiative to recruit for her.

In the eyes of other women, no matter how good Hans was, he couldn't make up ten gold miles to sell this poor family. Walking out, she is also just the wife of a little police sergeant. Whether it is status or status, there is a world of difference compared to those noble ladies who sit in carriages in beautiful clothes.

They used their life experiences to tell her that it was wrong. They even prophesied that when disaster struck one day, her home, which could not withstand the storm at all, would collapse immediately!

Just now, the women of her countrymen who had persuaded her stood in the crowd, looking at her with pity, shaking their heads and sighing, and pointing at her. She didn't have to hear them, she knew what they were saying.

Sally's heart was like ashes. The silent voice, the fingers pointing at herself, the turning lips, pierced her heart like steel needles. turned her life into a pitiful and ridiculous bubble and burst them one by one.

That was her choice, and she swallowed the bitterest bitter fruit.

However, just when she was at her most desperate, Hans returned. And it was surrounded by a group of freshly dressed and angry red knights, and under the gaze of countless people, it appeared in front of his eyes!

Momiji Knight......

"Ma'am. A tall knight who followed Hans smiled and bowed.

Amid the crowd's uproar and exclamations, Sally's mind went blank, and she returned the salute mechanically and let the tall knight kiss the back of her hand.

On the back of the hand, there was a ** touched by the knight's beard.

It's a scene Sally never imagined even in the most ridiculous of dreams.

She had seen a woman who had spoken to a knight of the Muny Guard in the street, and she remembered the envious look in the crowd as they looked at her, and the voices of the ladies who swarmed up after the knight had left.

At that time, she could never have imagined that one day Hans would come to her under the escort of the Red Leaf Knight. Unexpectedly, a noble knight would call himself Madame and kiss his hand in hand. ,

The Holy Emperor is above, this is the Red Leaf Knight!

They are one of the most powerful knights in the Empire, and they are the national armed forces of the Empire, and in terms of status, they are ten times higher than the ordinary knights of the Muni Guard!

He kissed her hand, oh my God, I'm not dazzled. ”

"He still calls her Madame!"

"Are you all blind, didn't you see that when Hans was escorted back by the Red Leaf Knight just now, that knight deliberately lagged behind him by half a horse!"

"Isn't he just a sergeant? What is their relationship?"

"What's the relationship? Hey, sue you, the relationship that can make the Momiji Knight escort back publicly! ”

"He's out of luck!"

"What's wrong?"

"By the time I catch my breath, I've just followed the Momiji Knight from Boning Street. Give me a sip of water, come, and I'll tell you........."

"Really?"

"I said something earlier, Hans is not an ordinary person at first glance, Sally's vision is good, and she chose such a good husband!"

The discussion came one after another, and there were many envious exclamations from the women of those fellow villagers.

Sally felt like she was in a dream. This dream is jovial, and full of vanity that makes people blush and be despised. However, she didn't want to wake up.

She called Hans's name.

"It's me!" replied Hans with a smile. That dark and simple face, as usual, the smell of sweat on his body is the same!

Sally slammed into the man's arms!

It's not a dream!

The appearance of the Momiji Knight instantly detonated the entire street. More poor people flocked to the narrow street from all directions. Many children simply climbed over the earthen walls, vying to see these noble knights, who were rarely seen on weekdays even on the busiest central streets.

It was a knightly era. Every child, from the moment he is sensible, dreams of becoming a knight, or dreams of marrying a knight.

For boys, knights are heroes. For girls, the knight is Prince Charming.

They are brave and just, noble and wealthy. They are the hallmarks of this era, the stars of all eyes. Even if you just look at it from a distance, you don't know how many boys you can envy and worship, and you don't know how many girls who are pregnant with spring can't sleep at night.

However, knights have nothing to do with the ghetto.

It's a cursed place. It's dirty, crowded, messy. At the bottom of society lived the poor, slaves, prostitutes, beggars and criminals. This qiē, mixed together, resembles a foul-smelling mud pool, incompatible with the knight's shining armor and glorious coat of arms.

No knight will come to the ghetto. It is also impossible for people here to have friends who are knights. The distance between them and the knight was as far away as heaven and earth. Worldly ideas, strict hierarchies, are like a moat, separating people from the two worlds.

Even if there were occasional knights who came out of the slums, they would never come back.

They will quietly take away their families, erase the traces of life in the ghetto, and bury the memories associated with it. I don't mention it again in this life.

And today, not only have the knights come here en masse, but they are also the Momiji Knights who are far more noble than ordinary knights!

People were holding their breath and dizzy.

Nita and his group of brothers were a little dazed. Bertha and Bob were even more pale and limp.

They looked at the coat of arms on the armor, horse ornaments, shields, and spear banners of the Momiji Knights, and watched as countless Bolabel people swarmed up and surrounded the black-haired boy, ecstatic, and the young man jumped and called his name. The older man put his hand to his face, tears welling up in his eyes.

The cheers were deafening!

What is supposed to come will come after all, and after a few moments, the world will be quiet.

"Who hit it?" Roy asked when he saw the red marks on Sister Xiaolan's face.

At this time, Sister Xiaolan was pulling Mai'er to speak, and when she heard the voice, she glanced at the red leaf knight next to her, and asked in a low voice, "First of all, are they all your people?"

Roy nodded.

Sister Xiaolan and Mai'er glanced at each other and laughed.

She's just a lowly prostitute who has always been bullied. Especially after coming to Muni City, they don't know how many grievances they have suffered. , she is spicy, holds grudges, has no knowledge, and does not know how to cultivate.

She only knew that if Roy, the little bastard, brought a group of red leaf knights back to support herself, and didn't fight back, wouldn't the old lady's slap be in vain?" "Roy," Sister Xiaolan's face became quick, she took Roy's hand, turned her head and smiled at Bertha, who couldn't even stand still, and complained, "It's her, she and the traffickers over there want to take Sister Sally and Carol away, and if we stop her, she will beat me and call me a stinky bitch." ”

Bertha's face was completely bloodless. Bob on the side was already desperate.

A few minutes earlier, they had the upper hand.

But fate played a huge joke on them. They never even dreamed that a lowly prostitute like Sister Lan, a small police sergeant like Hans, and these Polabel people in the slums would have such a terrifying and luxurious reinforcement camp.

Momiji Knight.......

Bertha and Bob went limp at the sight of the knights and soldiers standing idly aside, leading their horses, or whispering chatter, and turning their heads from time to time to glance at themselves. Now they felt like chasing a rabbit into the jungle, only to find a dragon rubbing its hands and smiling at them.

A secret prostitute, a trafficker and a few thugs, not to mention the lowly status of the Red Leaf Knight, even in front of the Black Guard Knight, is also like an ant.

People looked at the faces of Bertha and Bob and others, and they just felt very happy. For more than a year, the people here have been bullied and even insulted by these villains. They are jackals that live in the slums and will pounce on you and bite your throat at every opportunity!

Sister Xiaolan showed a frightened smile to Bertha, and then shook Roy's arm in front of her with an aggrieved expression, and her voice was greasy: "They bully me, what do you say, my little man." ”

Little man, Malt's hand quietly rested on Roy's waist.

"Do you still need me to say it?" Roy gritted his teeth in pain and rolled his eyes at Sister Xiaolan, the culprit.

Being molested by Sister Xiaolan is already commonplace for him. At the same time, he also knew that as long as someone supported her to gain the upper hand, this vain, spicy and reckless woman could do anything, even if the Pope was in front of her, she would dare to scratch a few blood marks on his face.

Sure enough, as soon as Roy's words fell, he saw that Sister Xiaolan, who had already been unable to hold back, crossed her waist, restored her true colors as a fierce girl, and looked around: "Then what are you waiting for?"

People who were already clenching their fists rushed up.

The hearts of the Bollabel people are well-known in the ghetto. In a situation like that just now, everyone can come forward, let alone now.

Bertha and Bob and the others were overwhelmed by the crowd in the blink of an eye. Countless punches and kicks rained down. Among them, Nita and his brothers worked the hardest. Nita landed with her fists and feet, and the fight was unabsurd. The brothers beside him also looked like they had been beaten one by one.

Nita is just a little mastiff.

When he stepped up in the face of Bob's threat, he didn't think about reciprocating. Just because of the blood of a man and the duty of a scoundrel who defends his territory!

But he never dreamed that when he was fucking out, he would inadvertently stand in the same camp as the Momiji Knight. A little rascal may only have one chance to get ahead in his life. If you don't take the opportunity to earn a little bit at this time, when will you wait?

After a while, Bob and the thugs were no longer human, and Bertha was slapped dozens of times by Sister Lan's group of fierce sisters and several aunt-level women. Several of them ended up being carried like mud by Nita and a gang of hooligans to a garbage dump in the distance.

This beating was like a collective.

It wasn't until the people of Bollabel crowded around the Knights of the Autumn Leaves into Hans's house that the sun had set on the mountain tops in the distance, and everyone was still talking excitedly. Especially a group of young people, shouting and screaming, extremely happy.

By this time, Roy had already walked into an alley deep in the slum by himself, led by Hans and Sister Lan.

The alleys are deep and much cleaner than the rest of the slums. The ground is also paved with bluestone slabs. Walking on it, the echo of footsteps is unusually clear. The farther you go in, the more inaudible the footsteps become. All I heard was the sound of metal pounding from the mottled walls, from the depths of the unknown distance. It was the sound of striking iron, the familiar sound of hammers and anvils.

Roy followed the voice. Hans and Sister Lan stayed quietly by his side, looking at the boy they had grown up with, and the redder their eyes became.

The trio stopped at the door of a small blacksmith shop with a shabby tarpaulin obscuring its front face and a few well-made weapons and ironwork on a wooden shelf next to it.

In the blacksmith's shop, the fire was blazing. The air distorts in a heat wave. A rickety figure is swinging a hammer again and again, striking the fiery red iron on the anvil.

It was an old man, and his hair was gray. The face reflected in the flames was also full of wrinkles.

He was striking an ordinary piece of wool iron, and it didn't take much skill to hit this kind of iron. It is only necessary to take advantage of the heat to repeatedly forge vigorously to remove the impurities. Forging utensils can only be made after being beaten into fine iron.

However, because he did not have an assistant who wielded a sledgehammer, he fought hard. Hammer and hammer. The rhythmic monotonous percussion echoes in the alleys, and on the anvils, sparks splash everywhere.

Roy looked at him stupidly, and after a long time, he took off his leather armor, went naked, picked up a sledgehammer next to him, walked into the shop, and smashed it on the fiery iron between the old man's hammers.

A spark that was ten times more violent than before sputtered out all over the sky.

In the fiery red light, the old man raised his head sharply, glanced at it, and dropped the hammer.

The hammer sound did not pause.

One click, just like a tacit understanding of thousands of times, the sledgehammer and the small hammer flipped each other. The monotonous sound became denser.

One sledgehammer, three small hammers.

The fiery red iron was rapidly deformed under the blow of the hammer, and in the splashing sparks, the eyes of the two shirtless men, one old and one young, were already crystalline.

Tears finally poured out uncontrollably. Both men were swinging their hammers, and there was no time to wipe them, just letting it run across their faces and fall down in large pieces in the splashing sparks.

In the alternating hammer sounds, the man's tears turned into loud sobs, and then wailed.

"Daddy!"

When Roy cried like a child, threw away the hammer, hugged the tearful old man, and let out this heart-rending cry from the deepest part of his chest, outside the shop, Hans gritted his teeth and turned away. And Sister Xiaolan has cried into tears, and she can't cry silently...... Well, because the update is slow, so it will feel like the paragraph is dragging after all, but, in addition to the happy plot, I hope this is a flesh-and-blood book. Again, there is only a question of ability, not a problem of attitude.