Susan's enthusiasm really made Miloka a little difficult. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In view of the current situation, if Miloka does not agree to Susan's invitation, I am afraid that she will only be able to leave the hut if she hurts someone. The siege could begin at any time, and Miloka had to get out of the slums and reach the meeting point as soon as possible.

"Wow, Wow!!" said Susan's guard dog barking violently, and Miloca could hear it tugging at the rope that bound her, and the clasp on her collar "clattered."

"Hide in the back room. Susan whispered resolutely.

The sound of riding boots stepping through the snow became clearer and clearer, and finally stopped in front of the door after Mipo twitched and snorted twice. "Knock, knock. The iron gloves tapped lightly on the wooden door, sounding like there should be a polite knight standing outside the door, not a rude and savage guard. "Maybe there's a chance. Miloka thought to herself. According to the footsteps he recognized, there were only two opponents, one of whom was supposed to be a big guy - his pace was slow, but he could keep up with the other's relatively rapid pace - and the big guys usually didn't have much combat power in such a small space, so it was much easier to take out the other one with a single blow and pick up the big guy. With her escape plan in mind, Miloka obediently hid in the back room and left the door open in order to take advantage of the crack in the door to find an opportunity to sneak up.

"Squeak-" The wooden door made a grumbling sound again, and the light that poured into the room brightened the dimly lit corners, but Susan, with her back to the back room, interfered with Miloka's vision.

"Excuse me, ma'am. We're looking for a boy, probably this tall......"

Susan kept the doorway so tight that Miloca couldn't see the person who spoke. He tried to put his face closer to the door, his eyes widened, but he still didn't get the slightest bit of useful information.

"You know, my lord. There are only a few children in the slums, and they can be counted on one hand, and even fewer boys. They have to go out to earn a living as soon as they are on your chest, so how can there be children who are more 'burly' than you left here?"

"You must be mistaken, ma'am. I didn't say he was here, just asked if you saw it. ”

"It's even more impossible to see it, I don't even have a window in this house, and I only know when you come when I hear the dog barking. Speaking of my dog, I hope you didn't hurt it. It's old, it looks like it's about your age, and it used to have long, curly golden hair, just as shiny as your hair. ”

Perhaps it was something like this all the time, and Susan calmly rounded up with the comer, and if Miloca could see her expression, she would have been shocked by her composure. The speaker, who had no time to pay attention to Susan's cynicism, looked around while he was idle, and his golden curls occasionally bypassed Susan's body, and were clearly seen by Miloka—the color of a grown golden retriever, which Miloka had only seen on a man's head.

"I'm telling you about my dog, sir. Did you and your servant hurt it?" Susan took two steps to shield her gaze, deliberately distracting the comer.

Miloka heard the man sigh and reluctantly said, "Don't worry, ma'am, your dog is fine. As for the boy we're looking for, since he didn't pass by your door and happened to be noticed by you, we won't bother. Also, the boy's name is Miloca, and if you meet him, tell him that a girl in green is waiting for him at the 'Kraken to be Slaughtered' tavern in the port area. ”