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Chapter 738: Misidentification (3)?

"Morrow is asleep." Lorenzo glanced at the open door of the dormitory, Moro was indeed asleep, and he had cast a sleep spell on her and could not wake up now.

"I know." Ethan nodded, "I'm looking for you." ”

Lorenzo nodded, lifted his chin, and motioned for them to go out and talk.

………………… Dividing Line.....................

Dylan stared at Alecto, who was struggling to write in the light, and suddenly remembered what Lorenzo said during the day, and couldn't help but ask, "You...... Don't have parents? ”

Alecto's pen paused for a moment, then continued, "Yes, but they're all dead. ”

"All dead?" Dylan raised his eyebrows, the death of the Bloodline must be an unnatural death. And if you are not a pure-blood, you should not be able to have children, or rarely be able to have children.

Alexto's face didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was saying something the most ordinary, "My father probably died when I was born, and as for my mother, she probably didn't treat me as a daughter for a day, and she died before I came to the academy. ”

She didn't lie, and she didn't have to.

"So you went to be a night girl?" Dylan saw that this time she didn't even stop writing.

"No, my mother forced me to go, and I started doing it when I was fourteen." She wrote to the last line, picked up another piece of paper, and began a new page, in a more bland tone, less worthy of mention.

It's hard for Dylan to imagine a mother sending her daughter to do such a dirty job, and even a little angry.

"Isn't there any other way to make money?" Dylan couldn't help but speak.

"The money comes quickly, effortlessly, and there seems to be no other choice." Alecto is still flat.

Two women in the ghetto or, except for doing some manual work, can't lift their hands and can't resist, plus Adler's gambling and drinking, Alecto thought that if she didn't do the night lady, there seemed to be no way to live.

Although Dylan felt that what she said made sense, he still didn't feel much in his heart.

"Then why did you come to the Military Academy?" Dylan was a little curious.

Alecto was silent for a while, and then whispered, "I'm just not very willing, this life...... That's how you have to live. ”

This sounds familiar. Dylan remembered that Moro had told him the same thing when he participated in the trial decades ago, "Instructor, I just don't want to live like this all my life, and I have been disgusted by my father all my life, and I want my father to know that I can also make him proud, and I am not a waste of Ales." ”

Those eyes were really similar to the ones in front of him, maybe that's why he was wrong.

"Who gave you the name?" Dylan continued.

"My mother, probably." She said lightly, the original name of the goddess of revenge made her unforgettable that she was born for revenge, a tool of revenge.

"Who do you want to take revenge on?" Dylan raised his eyes to see the child's head down and writing, under the dimming of the light, in fact, the child's face was still very quiet, not looking at the pair of blood-colored red eyes that drooped down, forgetting her full of angry name, in fact, she was very good-looking, and she should be an infinitely pampered baby born in a good family.

She didn't speak, she just bowed her head and wrote stroke by stroke, her words were very unsightly and crooked, big and small, even though she had already struggled to write.