"Hmm~"

"Ah...... Ah......h

"Raise it higher~"

"Light...... Lighter ......"

Passing through a gun room, Lady Quiara, who had been in the trade for many years, had long since been calm and unheard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ears are naturally soundproofed.

Walking through the corridor alone, she is no longer full of smiles at this time, even if she is still fat, but her quiet temperament is much more angular. Not everyone can say a few words about the unhappy funfair owner.

As we drifted away, the sound slowly faded away.

There was a small courtyard at the end, and it was already dark, and there was no light in the house at this time.

But you can hear the sound of plucking the strings.

It's just that the sound is out of tune, out of tune, and really looks like it's being played at random.

Lady Quiara paused, and then pushed the door open with a half-loud sound.

The sound of the strings inside stopped abruptly because the petite figure was sitting in the courtyard with the guitar at the stone table.

One hand on the chin, the other on the strings.

"Squeak. ”

The door closed, and even though the two looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

The guitar girl still fiddled with her hands as if she didn't see her, and Lady Quiara looked around, lit the candle and placed it at the stone table, and sat down herself.

"How's Lesa's injury?"

Finally it was the guitar girl who spoke, but Mrs. Quiara was stunned: "Hurt? What hurt? Who hurt?"

The guitar girl was stunned and looked at her with a sneer: "That powerful kid who poured her wine is so perverted, will she be better?"

The drunken girl is the one that Loved poured into today's drink.

And, in fact, it's commonplace. Don't say it's an outcast, who is not wronged or even hurt by what race does this business?

If so, the outcast is right.

Do a line of love, do this business, who do you want to help?

"She. ”

Mrs. Quiara understood, and smiled at the guitar girl, in fact, this is the reason why she came to her, but she saved herself the topic.

"You're disappointed?"

Although Mrs. Quiara left first, in fact, the guests at the table had already left, and she naturally listened to the whole process of being told by a few of the people who accompanied the wine and the others. Especially Raissa, who was poured wine, has long since sobered up.

"Disappointed, not only did he not help, but he seemed to whisper to those powerful children with a smile?"

Lady Quiara leaned over at the guitar girl and asked.

The guitar girl looked at her and chuckled, "Seems like you think I shouldn't be disappointed, do you?"

Lady Quiara's tone froze, and she looked at her with a straight face: "Who taught you to speak to your own mother, 'you, you'?"

It's okay not to talk about this, but when she talked about this guitar girl, she instantly squinted her eyes, and the baby voice became more obvious: "Outcast." ”

Looking around, there were faint voices of men and women, and the guitar girl seemed to smile: "Growing up in such an environment, what can I do to ......educate my mother who plans to let her biological daughter pick up customers when she is twenty years old?"

Looking directly at the ugly Mrs. Quiara, the guitar girl spoke, "What did you say?"

Mrs. Queiara's chest heaved, and her already clumsy figure seemed to tear her clothes apart.

The guitar girl turned a blind eye, or rather smiled even more at the sight of all this.

I don't know if I really don't want my clothes to fall apart or whatever, slowly, Mrs. Quiara calmed down and looked at her with the corners of her mouth curled: "Disappointment shows that I once pinned my hopes...... But don't blame you for not being able to see through some things. Because people who have no ability are destined to only hope for others. You want him to help you and other outcasts get rid of the status quo of being played and bullied by the powerful, what are your own abilities to make people take a fancy to them?"

The guitar girl paused, put away her smile and looked at Queiara: "I can't see through anything?"

Lady Quiara curled the corners of her mouth and leaned over to speak, "Lesa is not hurt. Instead, she earned double the amount of silver today. And the pervert in your mouth didn't pour her wine again to hurt her. ”

The guitar girl was stunned, frowned and stood up: "How can it be ......?"

After a pause, the guitar girl understood something: "Could it be that he is still ...... after I am gone?" That's not right. ”

Looking at Mrs. Queiara, the guitar girl spoke: "He deliberately showed weakness politely, so that the other party lowered his guard and then made a move?"

"Huh. ”

Mrs. Quiara laughed and sighed, looked at the guitar girl, shook her head and said, "This is really ......"

Getting up and walking towards the door, Quaiara's voice came: "Let's honestly wait for the twenty-year-old to come out and do things." ”

The guitar girl pursed the corners of her mouth, and before Mrs. Quiara could leave, she suddenly stood up and called out, "Wait a minute. ”

Lady Quiara stood still, but did not look back.

The guitar girl took a breath and said calmly: "Tell me everything, I'm nineteen ......"

After a pause, the guitar girl said in a deep voice: "You can pick up customers at the age of eighteen." No longer raised by you. ”

Lady Quiara was silent for a long time, then closed the door with the corners of her mouth curled, and sat down again to look at her. Raise your hand.

The guitar girl stood for a moment, then sat down and looked at her.

"You don't think you will be disappointed by the results...... What should he do?"

Mrs. Quiara asks the guitar girl a question first.

The guitar girl bit her lip and tilted her head to speak: "They're afraid of him." And his combat power is also very strong. Who in the God-given continent doesn't know, only Benedict, who came to sit in the hall with him today, is the opponent. The outcome is unknown. ”

Lady Quiara wondered, "You want him to kill them?"

Guitar Girl scoffed, "I'm not that stupid. But you can be scared, even if you don't have to kill someone, you don't even have to beat someone, you don't need to be so polite, and you don't even care about Raisa. So what did he do in there? Did he really run into an acquaintance?!"

As she spoke, the guitar girl cried out catharsis.

Lady Quiara listened quietly, and after a long time looked at the gasping guitar girl, sweeping her huge ...... Chest eye.

I can still think that it is really genetic.

"Hey!!"

The guitar girl clutched her chest and smiled back, "You're really doing this." I said that eighteen years old will pick up customers, do you need to be in such a hurry?"

Lady Quiara was stunned for a moment, and smiled without explanation.

After a moment of silence, he nodded and spoke: "And then." ”

The guitar girl was subconsciously stunned and looked at her blankly: "What?"

Lady Quiara looked at her calmly: "Scare them, and then what?"

The guitar girl was puzzled: "Then, Lesa doesn't have to be bullied, drunk, or even insulted." ”

Suddenly realizing the meaning of Mrs. Quiara's question, the guitar girl froze and muttered, "At least not today." ”

Lady Quiara smiled, "You still know it's only for today. ”

The guitar girl was silent.

Lady Quiara exhaled, shook her head, and said, "But even that, I disagree. ”

The guitar girl turned her head in surprise: "You said he couldn't scare them......? It's impossible not to beat. ”

Mrs. Quiara smiled: "You always say that I am not good to you, that your biological mother is not a child because you are an outcast, and it is inhumane to push you down to pick up customers at the age of twenty." But you grew up here, and I've been here for so many years, and I've seen and heard what you've seen, but you haven't experienced at all. ”

Leaning over to look at the guitar girl, Lady Quiara spoke: "In the face of that outcast, they dare not offend him, they are afraid of him. But can he protect Lesa for the rest of his life? If not, when he leaves, the humiliation, fear, and anger that will be received from him...... Who is it on? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Forehead ......"

The guitar girl's face turned pale and she looked at Mrs. Quiara in a daze.

Lady Quiara smiled and shook her head, "You didn't think about it. Your perception of him can exterminate a thousand people with his bare hands, torture and kill, and not let go of the elderly, women, and children. He should use his fighting power and blood to fight for every suffering and suffering of your fellow outcasts. ”

Get up and look at her, condescendingly.

Lady Quiara spoke: "You only see the outcast sisters around you suffering humiliation, but you can't see it? This is the fate of outcasts. ”

Nodding her head to look at the guitar girl who was biting her lip and not speaking, Mrs. Quiara nodded: "Okay, even if he doesn't dare to bully Lesa later." Or is it not here, when he goes home, where the foundling can't find it, will there be another outcast who is angry because of his threats and can't take his temper out on other innocent outcasts?"

The guitar girl bowed her head and clenched her fists in silence.

Lady Quiara did not let go, and spoke again: "Good. Even if he killed him directly, no one would trouble him. What about the other sons of the powerful? What will they do to the other outcasts who will calmly accept that a son of the elite is killed by an outcast for looking for a drinking girl?"

The guitar girl took a deep breath and pulled the corners of her mouth to look up: "According to what you say, there is really no way to survive at all." ”

Lady Quiara laughed, sighed, and said, "What makes you forget the situation of the outcast before he appeared? because of his appearance, because of what he has done, because Dragon City is close at hand." You feel that the environment in which outcasts are suppressed and bullied is completely a thing of the past. But before he appeared, wasn't that what an outcast should bear? What are you complaining about?"

The guitar girl was a little distracted, and Lady Quiara sat back and looked at her.

Wait for her to calm down.

After a long time, the guitar girl sat down slowly, lost in her soul.

And Lady Quiara plucked the strings and woke her up.

Subconsciously put away the guitar, and the guitar girl looked at her expressionlessly.

Mrs. Quiara was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "There is no individual in the foundling. In the eyes of the powerful, outcasts are the same. No need to tell who's who. He is the only one who is distinguished, it is his ability. If you hope that he can make all outcasts say goodbye to the past and change the status quo, you hope that he will bring one outcast after another to everyone's attention in addition to being distinguished. The day I didn't dare to treat like a pig or a dog. Maybe he doesn't need to be so groveling, but can just say ......"

"Nope. (To be continued.) )