It was an alley, and in the corner of the alley was filthy and filthy garbage, and next to the garbage was the corpse of a man, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of incredulity, blood flowed from his features, and his expression was painful and hideous.

The girl clasped her legs in her hands and cowered in the opposite corner, she hugged a white cloth bear tightly, and her eyes were full of helplessness and panic when she looked at the cloth bear.

She buried her head deep into the bear, as if that was the only thing she could rely on in the world.

Dia stood at the mouth of the alley, silently watching all this.

He witnessed everything just now: the girl suddenly appeared in the alley, the man passing by saw her, the man grinned and tried to catch the girl, and then his body suddenly froze and collapsed on the ground.

Suddenly, the voice of a child sounded outside the alley.

"Illinois, come here, look here. “

Dia turned her head and saw two little girls, dressed in patched and tattered shirts, their dirty faces revealing the immaturity of children.

"She's just like us. Drake pointed to the girl in the alley and said, "She's pathetic." ”

"Go over and see. Drake said.

Draykram took Illinois' little hand and led her into the alley, but they ran past him as if they hadn't even seen Diya.

Illinois looked at her, her clean little face, her little white dress, and her delicate rag bear doll, no matter how she looked, she didn't fit in with the people living in the slums.

"Why are you here?"

The girl looked up at them timidly, then hugged the bear tighter.

"I forgot. ”

"Forgot?" Illinois looked back at the dead man and then at Debra.

The people of the slums have long been surprised by this, and every day here people die on the side of the road, either because of vendettas, or because of gambling debts or the like, and the people of the city lord's mansion do not bother to track it down.

Drake asked, "What's your name?"

The girl thought for a moment and replied, "It should be Debra." ”

"Have you forgotten anything?"

"Yes. ”

"Illinois, let's take her in. Drake looked at Illinois and said, "Until she knows that her family has found her, or that she remembers her own memories." “

Illinois frowned slightly, the mysterious amnesiac girl, the dead man next to her, and her dress all showed that this girl's identity was not simple, and taking her in might get into trouble.

But before she could speak, Drake took Debra's hand and led her out of the alley, leaving her alone and standing there stunned.

She puffed out her mouth and shouted, "Stop!"

Drake turned a deaf ear and pulled the confused Debra towards his home, Illinois stomped his foot angrily, and quickly followed, passing by Dia, still not noticing that there was still one standing here.

Dia looked at the distant backs of the three of them and muttered to herself, "Batto the devil, what the hell are you doing."

......

It was a simple wooden house, with a small stove, a rusty iron pot, a wooden basin with broken corners, a chair with a broken leg, and a bed made of planks that could still be seen in the past, and these few pieces of furniture crowded the not very spacious room, and it was still damp and smelled of musty.

Looking around, both the roof and the walls are patched with dilapidated wooden planks, which seem to only play the role of shelter from the wind and rain, and are completely unsuitable for comfort and warmth.

At the bedside, Drake changed Debra into a low-key 'ghetto dress', tucked away her little dress, and then rubbed her little face and said, "It's still cute." ”

Debra still hadn't realized what was going on, hugging the white cloth bear and immersing herself in her own world.

Illinois stood beside him, his eyes full of helplessness.

Dia furrowed her brows, her eyes always focused on the bear.

He asked, "Did you go to great lengths to weave this illusion so that I could see it?" “

The white bear did not move, and did not change from beginning to end, lying quietly in Debra's arms.

Squeak,

The dilapidated old wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in, she looked at Debra in surprise and asked, "Illinois, Drake, is she your new friend?"

"Yes, she's a friend we just met, and her name is Debra. ”

Dia looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her, and it was not difficult to tell from the thick calluses on her hands and the long sword hanging from her waist that she had once been an adventurer.

But even the worst adventurer is unlikely to be able to fall into the slums, whether it's a caravan guard or a mercenary, it's far better than that.

"Looks like this dinner is going to be a little bit more prepared. She lifted the vegetables in her hand and said with a smile: "Children, we can't be put here, little ones, take my sword and go to the open space at the door to practice the swordsmanship I taught you, but don't run far, the slums have been very chaotic recently, be careful that the bloody thieves will capture you and sell you to those perverted and disgusting nobles as vents."

"Those aristocrats are disgusting. Drake frowned and said, "I hate them." ”

"Haha, little Drake, there is no one who lives in the slums who doesn't hate them. ”

"Go ahead, if anyone dares to bully you, shout my name, remember?"

Drake happily took the hands of the two and said, "Remember, we won't run far." “

After saying that, she dragged the two of them out and ran out, Dia glanced back at the middle-aged woman, and also followed.

Dia silently watched them play and run in the clearing, and a smile gradually appeared on Debra's face, as for practicing swordsmanship, they had forgotten it for a long time.

They even forgot Eudullah's instructions and ran off into the distance, and when the passers-by saw Drake and Illinois running on the street, they shook their bodies and shrunk their necks, not daring to have any dangerous thoughts.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Illinois patted his head and suddenly woke up, "Oops, Aunt Eudulla must be looking for us again, go back!"

They ran home in a panic and ran through the door panting.

As soon as he entered the door, Drake skillfully held his head and said, "Aunt Eudulla, don't beat us, we won't dare in the future." ”

To her surprise, Aunt Eudullah didn't teach them a lesson...... Because she's dead.

The dagger pierced Eudullah's heart, and she leaned against the small stove, her head drooping, facing the three men in the doorway.

Illinois and Drake stared at it all in a daze, and stepped forward, their little hands trembling on Eudulla's gray face.

Dia sighed and didn't look at the scene again, he turned around and raised his hand slightly in the face of the rushing Bloody Hand Thieves Killer.

Ice storms.

......

In the dark hall, a curtain of light floats in the sky, and the light curtain shows the battle between Dia and the killers of the Bloody Hand Thieves.

Motasti smiled, "The game is now officially underway. ”

"Memory illusion, if the person whose memory is extracted dies in the illusion, he will lose all the memories of this life, although he can't kill you because of your identity as a god and a chosen one, but if you lose your memory, it can be regarded as another kind of death. “

"Oh? Can I join the game. ”

Motasty's expression froze, and she turned her head to look at Debra who was walking slowly, "...... Your Royal Highness, why did you wake up? ”

Debra: "Is that okay?"

Motasty bowed her head deeply and said, "Everything is as you will." ”

"Good. ”

......

Chetoen suddenly stopped what he was doing, and a strange black fire suddenly burned in his eyes, and then he put away the black core in his hand and turned his head to walk out of the city.

At the same time, the dreadclaw, which was wandering outside the city, also stopped, and it looked up in the direction of the surface passage, and its body slowly disappeared into the darkness.

The style will change slowly, fantasy and relaxation really don't match, there is always a feeling of skipping drama. The main line will also be accelerated, as a book with multiple facets as a selling point, it is almost 30 words and has not yet come out of the novice village, which is really embarrassing.