"There are a few kids around you who like to call me Aunt Susan, you name it. "The middle-aged woman said www.biquge.info what she was preparing in the dark corner of the room, her dark skin would not have been covered by a dirty robe, and it would have been difficult for anyone to notice that a living person was standing there. "It's very cold, so drink a glass of ginger milk to warm up. Susan turned and brought a large glass full of cloudy yellowish dairy products, pulled through two wooden crates and stacked them together, and sat down across from Miloca. She held the cup up in front of Miloca, smiling and not rushing.

"Thank you, Ms. Susan. Miloka thanked politely and reached for her glass, but Susan abruptly withdrew it. The boy looked up at her frowning smile, an expression that seemed to remind him of the title. "Aunt Susan. Milorka corrected.

"Good boy. Susan continued to smile and shoved the cup into Miloca's hand.

Ginger milk is cold, and it cools thoroughly. The moment he entered it, Miloka was frozen by it, and the cold experience was like swallowing a blizzard alive, and like chewing on the ice wall of the Far North, the cold air poured down his esophagus into his stomach, making him shiver. He thought of the time he had spent in Occam with Say, where he had drunk the same cold ginger milk, but had been "hospitalized" by an old orc with dark green skin.

"I know it's cold, but trust me, you'll feel warm soon. Finding tears in the corners of Miloca's eyes, Susan comforted with a sad face.

"It's okay, Miss Susan...... Auntie, it works faster than you think. Miloca smiled as hard as she could, trying not to embarrass Susan.

"How ridiculous!" said Susan, with a dripping of liquid in her eyes, "I served you cold ginger milk in this damn weather, or to keep you warm." ”

"It really doesn't matter, Aunt Susan. Your life isn't easy, and we all know that a helping hand is worth more than a glass of ginger milk. Miloka waved her hand and drank the rest of the ginger milk, and her stomach, which had finally warmed up, was suddenly occupied by the cold air again.

Susan wiped away tears from her sleeve, smiled awkwardly, and then pulled herself back together and asked, "Okay, okay." Now let's talk about you! Did you steal the bread from the banquet of a rich man, or did you kidnap the young lady who lived in the stone compound?"

This time it was Miloca's turn to be embarrassed. He had always known that the people of the slums were extremely sincere with their fellow citizens, and Susan even opened the door to himself by visual inspection, and greeted herself with what was probably the only remaining ginger milk, without the slightest doubt about her identity. But he had to make up a cover to hide the whole thing—not only for the sake of the burden on his shoulders, but also to keep the good Lady Susan and her loyal watchdog from being involved in the war.

"I'm an orphan born in the slums, Aunt Susan. Miloca said as she looked to the side with a deep look.

Susan nodded knowingly, "I understand, I understand." There was a silly boy who was just as reckless as you because his father accidentally blocked the carriage of an old man's lover and was beaten to death......"

"Don't worry, Aunt Susan," Miloka interrupted Susan firmly, and said inconsequential politeness, "I'm a stranger, and I'm grateful if you could let me avoid it here, and I'm sorry to trouble you again." With that, he put down his glass and got up to leave.

"What stupid are you talking about?" said Susan's fat body blocking the narrow aisle, blocking Miloka's path. "All the slums in the world are a slum, and all the poor in the world are one family. The new city lord was keeping an eye on him, and the hooligans under his command had to wander around here for a few days before they could leave. You live here, and there's a little bed in the back room, which is shabby, but it's better than sleeping in the snow. ”