"This kid looks like he's been hungry for a long time." Ashmida carried the little girl to the bed, laid her down, and then put her right hand on the little girl's right wrist to take the little girl's pulse. Well, the situation is not optimistic, the little girl has been hungry for a long time, and there are many dark wounds on her body, and the weather is not very warm now, according to the little girl's thin clothes, if Ashmida finds her an hour or two late, it is estimated that the little girl's body will be collected.

"Sister Angellot, Sister Angellot!" Ashmida called out to the nun.

"Is there anything wrong with the priest?" Sister Angelote pushed the door in strangely and was surprised to find a little girl lying on the bed, and asked in surprise, "Father, what is the matter with this child?" ”

"I just found this kid at the back door, and it looks like he's been hungry for a long time." Ashmida gently brushed away the messy bangs on the little girl's forehead, and said softly, "What a poor child. ”

"Then Father, I'll go and get some food for this poor boy." Sister Angelot's eyes suddenly flashed, and she stared at the little girl as if she had found something good.

"Excuse me, Sister Angelos, remember to bring a cup of hot milk to warm this poor child." As she spoke, she held the little girl's cold hands tightly and breathed into them, allowing the little girl's frozen hands to slowly recover their body temperature.

"Yes." Sister Angelot bowed slightly, pushed the door open, and walked out of the room.

"It seems that this child's life was not easy before." Ashmida stroked the scars on the little girl's arm, no doubt it was the mark of the whipping, and it seemed that the little girl should be a slave.

"Hmm~~" Suddenly, the little girl made a sound, and her eyes slowly opened.

"Son, you're awake." Ashmida smiled warmly and said softly.

"........." The little girl didn't seem to have fully woken up, but looked at Ashmida in a daze and didn't speak, and it took a while to react. She immediately held her head and shrank to the foot of the bed, and cried out in horror, "I'll work hard!" Please don't! Please don't hit me! ”

"Alas~" The little girl's actions made Ashmida sigh, he knew how miserable slaves were in this era, but he couldn't change anything, all he could manage was the things around him. Ashmida stretched out her hand and put it over the little girl's head in her frightened eyes, caressing it gently.

"Don't worry, kid." Ashmida gently comforted the little girl and said softly, "No one will come here to beat you." ”

"..............." The little girl couldn't say a word, she was stunned by the situation in front of her, this person didn't beat her? And...... It's so warm, for the first time in her life, she feels that her body is so warm, even if it is three or four layers of linen covered on her body, there is no warmth of this big hand, the little girl looked at the warm smiling face in front of her in a blur, and this moment was deeply engraved in the little girl's immature heart.

"Click~"

"Father, I've brought hot milk and white bread." The door opened, and Sister Angellot walked in with a wooden tray with a few slices of white bread and a steaming glass of milk. After she put the tray on the bedside table, she looked at the little girl with some surprise and said, "Is this child awake?" ”

"Well, I'll take care of the rest." Ashmida smiled faintly, withdrew his right hand under the little girl's reluctant gaze, picked up the milk and handed it to the little girl, and said softly: "Child, drink some milk to warm your body." ”

"............," the little girl looked at the milk in front of her in disbelief, and then at the gentle smiling face of Ashmida, and after a while she was sure that it was for herself, she immediately took the milk and poured it into her mouth.

"Gollum Gurgling ...... Ahem, ahem!! Because she drank so quickly, the little girl choked, and a lot of milk flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Drink slowly, no one will be as strong as you." Ashmida gently wiped the milk from the corner of the little girl's mouth and said with some amusement.

“………… Gollum grunt grunt~~" The little girl watched in surprise as Ashmida wiped the milk from her mouth, her eyes filled with tears, and then after drinking all the remaining milk, she stared at Ashmida's face, her eyes flashed with a strange light, and she didn't say a word.

"That ........."

"Please take me! Priest: "Just as Ashamida was looking a little unnaturally at the little girl's eyes, she was about to say something when she was interrupted by the little girl's next move. I saw the little girl kneeling respectfully on the bed, bowing down, and shouting in fear for Ashamida to take her in.

"I can clean, cook, do laundry, count to 20 ......"

"Stop, stop!!" When the little girl anxiously told her all about what she could do and tell her of usefulness, Ashmida finally couldn't help but stop the little girl's words.

“……… The priest ...... "When the little girl saw that Ashmida had interrupted her, she immediately looked at Ashmida with the pitiful eyes of a puppy.

"Knock~" Ashmida knocked the little girl's forehead with some amusement, and in the little girl's strange gaze, he said with a smile: "You can keep the inside of the church, well, not as a slave but as a trainee nun." Well, Sister Angelot. ”

"What?" Sister Angelot was a little surprised when she heard Ashmida suddenly call her.

"I'll leave this child to you to teach." Ashmida gently stroked the little girl's little head and said softly.

"Yes." Sister Angelot respectfully owes her body.

"Thank you, Father Priest!!" The little girl was pleasantly surprised and thanked Ashmida again and again.

"Hehe, kid, what's your name?" Hearing this, Ashmida smiled and handed the little girl a slice of white bread that had been set aside.

"Ahh ”

"Then you can't just keep calling you kid, well, I'll give you a name." Ashmida pondered for a moment and decided to choose a name for the little girl.

"Huh?!" The little girl looked at Ashmida in surprise and stopped stuffing bread into her mouth.

"Well, Sissi, let's call it Sissi." Ashmida pondered for a moment, and then a flash of inspiration came to mind.

"You'll be called Sissi from now on." Ashmida gently stroked the little girl's hair, well, Sissi, and smiled warmly.

The little girl got the name, Sissi. Sissi looked at the young priest in front of her with a warm smile in her eyes, the sunlight shining through the window into the room shone on the priest, the priest bathed in the sun was as holy as an angel in her eyes, his smile was very holy, this scene was deeply imprinted in the memory of the little girl. This memory, no matter how much time has passed, has never faded.