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The group entered the woods and set up a makeshift camp, where a few mercenaries had already lit a campfire and a few improvised tents.

By this time, it was completely dark, and the bonfire was crackling, reflecting the red faces of everyone talking and laughing.

In this strange night, everyone felt a warm happiness. But in the shadow of the flickering fire, there was a lonely expression on his face.

Julia found De Sai Wei who was hiding on the side and looking at the flames jumping in a daze, sighed in her heart, came to her with a bottle of wine and sat down, and said, "Sister De Sai Wei, I know that your heart is full of sadness at the moment. If so, let me share it with you, okay?"

Desaivi was at a loss in his heart, still staring blankly at the flames, and pictures drifted through his mind.

"Get out, you ugly woman!" the drunken husband drove her out of the house. "You ugly pig and dog, don't let me see you again if you can't get tomorrow's bread and ale!

Desaivi dragged his bruised body as he walked through the cool streets of Kullum, tears rolling down his cheeks.

She hated, hated her ordinary appearance, hated her drunken husband, hated him for all kinds of insults and beatings against her, and she hated her weak and gambling father even more, and sent herself as a gambling debt to this beast who took pleasure in torturing herself every day.

After a long silence, Desaivi began to recount his past: "At that time, I was sold by my father to a rough drunkard, who drank all day and tortured me after drinking. Until...... One day I was so heartbroken that I couldn't bear this life anymore and ran away from my house one dark night......"

Desaivi said lightly, not knowing whether he was confiding in Julia or telling himself: "I ran wildly, my heart was full of fear, and before I knew it, I ran to a mass grave. Looking at the ghostly and ghostly craggy dead trees around me, thinking about my own miserable experience, I couldn't help but feel sad and cried loudly. I thought it would be better to end my life like this, to end this poor life. It's strange to say, but after thinking about it, I don't seem to be so sad anymore. So I walked towards an old tree, but I hadn't taken a few steps when suddenly a fire lit up in front of me......"

At this time, the mercenaries sitting nearby fell silent and gathered around, listening to the strange and stout woman tell her story.

Mercenaries love to listen to stories, and they will compare them to their own experiences and try to find solace in them.

"I was startled, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a group of ugly and vicious robbers...... They asked me, "Hey, ugly woman, what are you howling about here late at night?"

"I thought, is there anyone whose fate could be more miserable than my own? I didn't know what to fear, so I told them that I was just a poor woman with a bad fate. The leaders of the robbers were interested in me, so they asked me about my background, and I answered them truthfully. ”

"Well, a miserable man, since you hate your husband so much, would you be willing if I gave you a chance to kill him with your own hands?" ”

"At that time, I just felt that I had an inexplicable pleasure in my heart that I could not suppress, I had never thought of such a thing, but it was as if I had been waiting for this moment to come. I said to the robbers: I ...... Willing. If there is a real chance to cut that brute's throat, I am willing to pay any price to treat you as a cow and a horse!"

"In this way, I followed the robbers back to my village and began to kill. A bitter neighbor, a weak and incompetent father, a vicious husband...... When I stabbed my husband to death with my own hands and cut off his head, the robbers accepted me, and I seemed to have found another way in life, and those bad luck seemed to be trampled under my feet, and I wanted to become stronger. But I still begged the robbers not to kill my father, and they agreed to my request. Then, with the looted food and groceries, we disappeared into the mountains east of Coolum. ”

The bonfire crackled, and the fat in the lamb and pork was sizzling. A faint breeze blew, and everyone listened quietly to Desaivi's story.

"I became a bandit - no, a bandit to be exact, and learned archery from the bandits. I seem to have an innate talent for this, and after a while, my archery skills are no longer inferior to anyone else. Sometimes, we would go down to loot and replenish our provisions, but more often than not, the fight would take place with other bandits. ”

"In this way, I lived a life of misery and happiness like other bandits. It went on for about three years, and during that time, we even fought against the Brotherhood of the Forest. Just when I thought it was going to be the rest of my life, the bandits, oh no! they don't deserve to be called bandits, but a bunch of brutes. They actually killed their leader and tried to rape me......"

After that, I escaped, and a few months later, sneaked back into the mountains, only to find that the bustling camp was no longer what it used to be, and I found and killed all the people who had done it to me that day. I learned from them that the Brotherhood of the Forest had come and destroyed the once thriving cottage, but I didn't care about it. And the reason why they wanted to rape me that day was because they were afraid that after the old man died, I was the only one who could threaten their power. I was disheartened and wandered around the continent ever since...... That's it, that's my story. ”

"Kind Julia, since I met you...... The days with you made me feel more grounded than I had ever felt in my heart. But today, the gang of bandits in the village of Tamnu turned out to be one of the culprits I thought they were dead, and I couldn't control myself and killed them without the ability to fight back...... But I don't know why, at this time, my heart did not have the slightest joy after revenge, but was full of confusion......"

After listening to Desaivi's story, Julia, who was silent for a while, picked up the wine bottle in her hand, took a sip and handed it to Desevi, and said with a smile: "Everyone has a past that they don't want to mention, and God is so unjust. However, it is this injustice that allows us all to meet in this vast world, Sister Desaivi, the past has passed, and the rest of the road is for us all to finish together. ”

Desaivi looked at the wine bottle handed over by Julia, and suddenly a wave of emotion surged in his heart, not knowing whether it was sour, wronged, or happy. He took the bottle and took a sip without a word.

"It's easy to get drunk just by drinking, you two, try my craft," the greasy tea on his face and mouth ran over, handing over a few skewers of oily mutton skewered with twigs, "It tastes great!"

Alleyne on the side took the wine bottle in Desaivi's hand, raised it and took a big sip, wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, didn't look at Desaivi, and said with a smile: "Miss Julia is right, let it pass in the past, and let's go together in the future." With that, Alleyne threw the wine to Mo Cha.

Mo took a sip of tea, clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture at Desaivi. He suddenly had a hint of affection for this stout and cruel woman in his heart.

Desaivi finally couldn't help it, tears gushed out of his eyes, and he burst into tears. It seems that the grievances of these years have suddenly vented out, and in this world, I am no longer alone.

Julia put her arms around Desaivi, patted her on the back, and hummed softly: "True love is like a vast grassland, layers of wind and rain cannot be blocked, there is always ...... The clouds open, the sunrise ...... When the sun shines, it shines on you and me......"

Jamila can also sing, and she hums along with the girl: "True love is like a plum blossom blooming, and the cold ice and snow can't be hidden, just ...... The coldest and the branches ...... Bloom, see spring, walk to you and me......"

In this temporary camp in the forest, there are people who drink with their heads covered, those who cry loudly, those who sing to wine, those who bow their heads and eat violently, and those who are gloomy and miserable......

On this night when the stars are scarce, they are venting their emotions to their heart's content.

When drunk, there is only singing, which has never been interrupted, echoing in the mountains and forests.