In the evening, in her studio on the second floor of the manor, Layla is reporting to Donner what she has heard about the Midsummer Eve Carnival. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The St. Petersburg Midsummer Eve Carnival on July 1 – the first year after the month of bad luck, which is a month earlier because summer comes earlier – is one of the oldest customs in the Holy City.

In the evening of this day, the Holy See of Light holds a grand sacrifice, and after the sacrifice, there is a carnival throughout the Holy City.

At that time, whether it is the Helians, the Madim or the Potterns, they will all join in the carnival.

The major associations located in the holy city will also arrange special programs for the carnival.

"What's the difference with what I said......" Wesley shook his head as he wiped the paint off his hands with a strip of damp cloth.

Layla's face flushed, indeed, the information she provided was of little substance.

After all, the Potern girl grew up on the Blue Water Farm, and she always felt a little out of place in St. Petersburg, so it was really difficult for her to inquire about the news.

"Hmm......" Donner nodded, not saying anything more.

Una looked at Wesley quizzically.

Even though she had never received any answers from Wesley, she still stubbornly believed that the fat big brother knew what the young master was thinking.

Wesley spread his hands at her, making a non-remarks expression.

"A worker who built the bridge died today......" Donner looked down at the pattern of the third-level magic circle, as if talking to himself.

"How did you die?" asked Wesley, frowning.

"Accident, man fell into the river and was hit by a rock......" Donner still kept his head down.

Silence followed.

After a while, Layla spoke out and comforted: "Young master, don't be too sad......"

"Are you sad to hear that?" Donner looked up at Layla, "Honestly. ”

Layla was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "A little ......."

"What about you?" said Donner, looking at Una.

"I ......" Una hesitated, "I don't know him......"

"Don't ask me......" Wesley waved his hand quickly.

Donner lowered his head with a wry smile and continued to look at the pattern of the third-level magic circle, he had no intention of asking Wesley.

"The worker who died was from a farm on the northern outskirts of the Holy City, and his woman may not know that he is dead, maybe she is still waiting for him to return...... He also has a child who can't speak yet, and when he grows up, he won't remember what his father was like......"

At this point, Donner looked up again and asked, "What about now?"

Layla's eyes reddened slightly, and she replied softly, "It's pitiful......"

Una also looked a little sad.

Wesley put down his pen and folded his arms over his chest.

Donner said slowly: "We may not feel anything at all when someone we don't know dies, but the more you know about this person, the more you will feel empathy......"

He let out a long sigh and continued: "Una and Layla, if one day you find that in this world, somewhere you can't see, there are many seemingly humble people, living on the verge of starvation and death all the time, try to think about it, they are all living people...... Don't be indifferent because you don't know them......"

Wesley closed his eyes and turned his head silently—he knew what Donner was talking about.

Layla nodded thoughtfully.

Una wanted to speak several times, and finally asked, "Young Master, what is that person's name?"

"Kuka...... Bhullar. Downer replied.

......

Early the next morning, not long after Donner left the manor, Una also went out.

She spent the whole day inquiring about the farms on the northern outskirts of the holy city, and it was not until late evening that she found Kukabral's home.

The setting sun shone on the wooden hut – it would have been a heartwarming scene had it not been for the constant crying of babies and the grumbling of women.

Una walked to the door of the hut and saw a woman of Porteron with her long hair scattered and packing her clothes.

In the shadows, where the sun was not shining, an old woman was sitting on a shabby bed, sobbing a baby boy in vain.

"Excuse me......"

Una's voice was not loud, but it caught the attention of the two women in the room at the same time.

The young woman with her hair immediately put down the clothes she was halfway packing, and there was a hint of vigilance in her panic: "You are ......"

Una was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to introduce herself - she didn't really have a clear purpose, but vaguely felt that since the young master had said those words, she should come over and take a look.

"Are you Cook's widow?" she finally asked.

"Widow?" the woman did not know the meaning of the word, and after a slight hesitation, replied, "I am his woman." ”

"Are you packing your clothes, are you leaving?" said Una, frowning.

The woman of Pothon hurriedly explained, "No, no, how could I leave?" she said, walking back to the bed, putting down the clothes she was holding in her hands, picking up the baby and kissing it: "How can I give up little Kuka......"

"What you said is true?" asked the old woman in surprise, looking up at the woman.

At this point, Una has figured out what is really going on here.

"Kuka's pension has already been paid, hasn't it?" Una asked directly - Donna hadn't told her about the pension, it was just Una's own judgment out of her understanding of the young master.

"Pension?" the old woman looked at Una suspiciously.

"It's money. Una explained.

"Money? Kaisha...... Have you taken the money?" asked the old woman, exclaiming.

"I ...... Where did I get the money......" The woman named Kai'Sa glared at the old woman viciously.

Una frowned, walked up to the woman, stretched out her hand, and said coldly, "Where's the money?"

In the face of such a dazzlingly beautiful and richly dressed Madium, Kai'Sa really didn't have the courage to hide it, and took out two orange crystals from her bosom with a trembling twist, and still held the baby in her other hand.

I saw that after she spread her palm slightly, she suddenly tightened it again: "This is ...... This is what they gave me...... Give me ......" She bit the words "for me" very hard and emphasized it repeatedly.

"It's for you," Una said in a deep voice, "But as soon as you leave, how will this child live?"

Hearing this, the old woman began to sob again.

"But...... I'm still young...... I, I'm ......" Kai'Sa argued weakly, and the baby cried loudly in her arms.

"You can't live without a man, can you?" Una closed her eyes slightly and opened them again, reaching out again: "Take half of it, you can go......"

The woman struggled for a moment, handed a mud-stained orange crystal into Una's hand, then put the baby back on the bed, and after one last look at the dirty little face, she turned and snatched the door, this time, she couldn't even bother to pack the clothes.

"Kaisha......" The old woman screamed, and the baby on the bed cried hysterically.

Una stood silently until they were quiet, and then she handed the orange crystal into the old woman's hand and whispered, "Even if I force her to stay for the time being, she will still leave sooner or later, I can't keep watching her......"

The old woman wiped her tears and nodded silently.

By this time it was getting dark.

Una looked around at the simple furnishings of the house, sighed, and turned to leave, when she suddenly stopped.

"Do you have any relatives here?" she asked.

The old woman shook her head sadly.

“...... Come with me, I think someone will be willing to take care of you and this child. Una suddenly thought of Layla's parents, Emma and Ed.

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