The wooden plate and the pancake inside whizzed, and Odrew slammed it against the wall next to his face. The pancakes made by the Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Juliet immediately parted ways from its abode, the former quietly bouncing a few times in the gloomy corner, the latter rolling on the stone floor with the sound of Toto.

Odrew stood silently in the doorway, not daring to take another step since that day. The stubborn boy refused all food and drink, and sat in the corner with his brother's corpse in his arms, silent, and even cried.

Oh my God! This is just an eight- or nine-year-old child! The hatred and resentment in those pale green eyes at this moment made O'Dru's mouth dry and his spine shivered.

He hesitated for a moment, and at last pity prevailed, and he spoke:

"Eat a little, or ......"

"Get out of here, you executioner!!"

The child's voice was already weak and hoarse, but the sharp anger in it did not diminish in the slightest.

His eyes widened, and his lips were already chapped. It stands to reason that every word he utters at this time awakens a great pain to the bone, and yet he still persistently curses with the most vicious words he knows. Each time, Isaac stood in the doorway, silently listening to him scold before leaving, and the cycle repeated.

It has been said that a child's heart is the purest. Perhaps he was right, what was brewing in this child, even hatred, was pure.

It is common for people to educate their children simply by dividing people into good and bad people, sometimes teaching some criteria for judging good and bad. With Dick's knowledge, how could the man who had killed his mother be a good man, and although he had saved him, his accomplices had killed his twin brother.

Hate? or gratitude?

A child's mind may not have grown to the point where it can look at this matter fairly, but even if it happens to an adult, how many people can look at it calmly?

Grief is a disease that corrodes the mind, and the human soul is constantly fighting against it. The sage Frio said, "...... Forget the sorrow, forget the sorrow, know that life should be full of hope and laughter, because the origin of our soul is pure and good. ”

Not many people are so stoic that they forget! They usually take the form of catharsis -- verbal abuse, fighting, and the perfect relief is suicide.

The child chose the former, he is not a saint, at least not for now. When his young heart is weighed down by the two mountains of hatred and sorrow, he needs catharsis.

Odru crouched down, trying to retrieve the pancakes and wooden plates that had rolled into the corner. The former was easily picked up by him, the latter was a little difficult for him, and it rolled to the foot of the bed where the child was sitting.

The unfortunate boy glared at poor Odru with a vicious gaze as he threw a series of vicious words at him, nothing more than the petrified Medusa gaze of the legend. It was as if the visible human eyes and the invisible human conscience were tormenting this poor young demon, and if he was a pure and fierce guy who was exactly the same as the demon in the Holy Text, he would not have to worry about these things at all. Although someone had already drunk his demon identity, Dick Pasbia would not have connected the person in front of him who was ten years older than him with the demon in the Holy Scripture. In the impression of everyone in Cadmani, the real demons should be rude and rude.

Odru wasn't that kind of demon. In fact, he was, as we know, as upright and honest as an angelically blessed devout.

He hesitated to tiptoe to his feet, bowed slightly, and was halfway out of his hand when he was startled by the staring gaze of the child on the bed.

"I ...... Allow me to ......," he hung his head and barely squeezed out the sentence.

"To hell with your plate!" the child reached out and kicked the wooden plate, which flew up and was grabbed by Odrew before his pretty face could be shattered.

The child snorted with disdain in his nose, proudly like a triumphant old man. Odrew hung his head, like a slave reprimanded by his master.

The child laughed sharply, as if to laugh at his whisper, and his sharp ridicule did not last long, and soon died down with a violent dry cough.

Odrew's concerned gaze did not miss every subtle expression and movement of the child: years of malnutrition had made the child's face yellow and thin, and now it looked even more so in the dim light. The cough, which had been a sickness, made the flush creep up his face, but the brilliance only remained on his face for a moment, and the next moment the child fainted from the breath that could not be relieved in his throat - no adult would be much better off after so long on a hunger strike than he was now.

If Odrew was afraid of Dick awake, then Dick who had fainted had almost zero fear of him. He casually placed the wooden plate and pancake on the ground, and stepped forward to help the fainting child.

He looked at the child's pale face, and at the stiff, identical-looking corpse in his arms, and his heart became frightened.

"Aoman!Juliet!Juliet!!Juliet!!!!

Aoman scanned the room sharply, then shouted orders for Juliet to boil the milk, and he stepped over to O'Dru.

"It's okay, he just fainted. Aeoman stretched out his finger to probe the child's snort, and said to Isaac, who was at a loss, "Alas, alas, alas, is this the bad thing of being a father?

Odru wasn't embarrassed by his friend's witty teasing. He came back to life from his panic, and probed the child's breath according to Ioman's gesture, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Ioman moved the small corpse away with a light hand, his clothes sticking to the dried blood, and with a slight effort, the coarse cloth garment that had been stripped off was torn.

Odrew just looked at the fainting child with concern, unconcerned about what was happening next to him. If this child died like this, the poor demon boy would definitely blame himself for it.

Juliet quickly brought a bowl of warm milk, which she stirred with a spoon and blew softly, before placing the bowl in Odru's hand.

Since that day, Oderu has avoided everyone, consciously or unconsciously, and this time is the closest Juliet Ann has come to him in days. The girl wanted to take this opportunity to find out about her childhood friend, but at this moment the honest gentleman's face was completely occupied by another emotion.

The girl's departure carried a silent sigh, and her eyes were full of gratitude and love as she looked at the other.

None of the people involved in the room noticed this, and one was busy placing the unfortunate victim in a wooden box that matched his size. The other picked up Dick who had fainted with one hand, and clumsily scooped a spoonful of milk with the other to feed him.

Life has a peculiar instinct, and when the juice that has given birth to thousands of lives comes to their mouths, they usually open their mouths and suck it.

Dick drank the milk from the spoon groggily.

The warm embrace, the familiar taste, seems to be back to the childhood, I remember that time, as if there was a partner to compete with.

Dick Pasbia, who had fainted, had forgotten what had happened recently, and he wished he had stayed in this warm feeling for a long time.

However, when the warm current that poured into his stomach gave him motivation, the child's consciousness gradually recovered.

Dick opened his eyes, and while the scene was still vague, he judged his environment.

The blurred face in front of him gradually became clearer, and as the pair of tightly wrinkled crimson eyebrows unfolded, the worried look on that face gradually faded.

There was a bright red scratch on the left cheek of that face, and hey, those aqua blue eyes......

The pain came back to Dick's mind with the memory, and he grabbed it hard, adding another scar to the man's left cheek, and the air in his stomach rushed up, and a mouthful of milk sprayed Oderu's head all over his face.

"Let go of me!murderer!!!" cried Dick in a loud voice, punching and kicking. His strength was also great, and he smashed against the leather armor on Odru's chest with a thud. As for Odrew's poor face, its owner already knew to keep a little distance from the pair of dangerous claws, having suffered two losses.

As soon as the child made such a fuss, the wooden bowl in Odru's hand fell to the ground, and the rest of the milk was spilled on the ground, and he did not bother to pick it up, and his hands were busy restraining the destruction of the little creature in his arms.

By this time, Aoman had taken out the box containing Jack's body, and there were only Odrew and Dick in the room. The child suddenly noticed that his brother's body was missing, and hit Odru with his head again and again.

"Give me back my brother!Dog robber!Give me back my brother!!"

"Listen to me, son! Your brother is dead!" Odrew grabbed Dick's hands with both hands and pressed his chin against his head, forcing him not to move.

Dick couldn't move, and he cursed, because he had just drunk something, and his voice was louder: "Murderer! Murderer! I don't want you to fake good intentions! You killed my brother! If you want to kill me!!"

"Your brother...... I didn't kill it. The hair on Odru's forehead drooped wet from the milk, blocking part of his vision. His chin was in Dick's head again, and his voice was a little pimple.

"You killed my mother!"

This time Odrew had no words to defend himself. Just as he was stunned, Dick broke free of one of his hands and leapt to the ground. Then he raised his foot and kicked him hard in the chest, and the other hand broke free of his grasp, and his thin body stumbled towards the door.

Aeoman closed the door as he went out, and Dick cursed as he struggled to find the handle that opened the door. After a while he saw the handle, but it was too short to reach it, so he turned around and glared at Oderu. He scolded "the wicked man cursed by the Virgin, the dog robber raised by wild dogs" and the like a hundred times.

Guilt and shame accumulate too much, and sometimes they turn into ferocity.

"Stop scolding!" Odru suddenly shouted, his head covered in slimy milk, and a few drops splashed on the ground as he spoke.

The honest man suddenly threatened, the child was startled, and the foul language was cut off. He looked fearfully at the approaching Odrew, his body curled up.

"Stop scolding. Audrey repeated, but his tone was much more softened than the last, and he slowly pulled the Mithril dagger encrusted with five-colored gems from the scabbard at his back and laid it across his chest.

Dick swallowed. Before, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but now he was alone, and he was not even with his brother's corpse, and he was still a little scared when facing a shining short sword.

Who would have expected that the murderer did not stab him with a sword, but turned the hilt upside down and brought it to him.

"I know you hate me, and that is indeed my sin. Odru said slowly, "Then kill me and avenge your mother!"

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and Dick looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. The candlelight of the rising candle wandered on the beautiful body of the short sword, and the child's mood drifted like this luster.

Dick hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grasped the hilt of his sword. He saw that when the other party touched the hilt of the sword, his originally gloomy face was much more relaxed.

The dagger was surprisingly heavy, and as soon as the red-haired guy let go, Dick's hands were carried by the weight of the sword and fell to the ground, and it was easy to hold on.

The child trembled as he raised his short sword, the tip of which swayed. The handsome face on the other side smiled as he watched the tip of the sword get closer and closer.

Dick suddenly threw the dagger far away, and the Mithril blade slammed into the crisp stone slab with a series of beautiful sounds.

"You?" Odru was taken aback, and now the child's young face was filled with a look that sent chills to him.

"I won't kill you!" you want to atone for it, and be forgiven by Our Lady of Heaven, don't even think about it!" Dick said in a low voice, and Odrew shivered again.

"Praise to Colun......a! You ......" Odrew was speechless in shock, is this a child who can say it?

The expression on Dick's face turned into a sneer, and he continued to provoke, "You can kill me, I want to go and meet my mother and brother!"

Audrey took a step back, his face looking like he had knocked over the dye vat. Dick stood up on his own, without looking at him, and went back to the corner of the bed.

Just when the atmosphere in the room was unusually awkward, the door to the room opened.

"Oh, it seems like I'm not even forty years old to be a grandfather, but this father is really bad. A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle?" Odru looked up at the visitor, and Dick was caught by his old Martin's relaxed tone.

"It's me. The blacksmith came in, and he walked up to Dick, stuck out his tongue, and asked, "What is your name, child?"

The handsome and slightly frivolous smile, the grimace that makes people laugh, and the gentle and rich voice make people can't help but feel trusted.

Di ...... Gram. The child said authentically, and the words came back to his senses, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you just say that, that kid's uncle over there. ”

"Accomplices of the murderer!"

"That's right! This kid is so smart, he can draw inferences. Old Martin snapped his fingers and reached out to touch something in his waist, "Well, what kind of reward is something for you, let me think about it......"

"I don't want dog robber stuff!"

"Uh, that's it......" The blacksmith shop owner scratched his head and showed a triumphant expression of picking up the bargain, "Then I just save some money......

Odrew watched the uncle tease the child, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. You must know that he and Aoman were played by this person when they were children.

Dick looked at old Martin's wretched face, and wanted to pounce on him and bite him. The child grinned and glared at him with the same gaze that had defeated Odrew, but to no avail. Uh, no, it backfired.

The blacksmith shop owner teased Dick with his hand imitating the flying of a butterfly, a gesture he often used to make his young son giggle.

"You bite me, you can't bite me, hehe...... Ouch! You're so ruthless, much worse than Odrew when he was a kid! Old Martin looked very happy between his eyebrows, but Odrew noticed that although his voice was the same as usual, the corners of his mouth were always drooping.

Dick whined and clung to it, and with a great deal of strength in his upper and lower jaws, he actually bit off a piece of flesh from old Martin's hand. He chewed a few bites with cruel hatred, only to realize that the taste was not right, it was sweet...... The taste of apple pie.

Old Martin looked at the boy with a scheming smile, and reached out for a missing piece of apple pie dangling in front of him.

Dick was furious, and was about to spit out the pie in his mouth, when old Martin slapped him on the back and swallowed it all with a grunt.

Dick took his breath and scolded. Old Martin shrugged his shoulders and placed the pie on a plate on the bedside table. He turned and walked to the corner, stretched out his foot, and the short sword was in his hand. As soon as the sword was in his hand, the original aura of exhaustion on his body was immediately replaced by a chilling murderous aura. He glanced over to the bed, and the child was too frightened to speak.

Old Martin didn't look at Dick again, walked up to Odru with his sword, and handed it back to him.

"Remember, the sword is in the man, the sword is dead!" he said to his son in a very stern tone, and Odrew couldn't help but solemnly reply, "Yes!"

Old Martin continued: "Do you remember how I dealt with you when you were disobedient as a child?"

“…… Spanking ......"

"That's right!" said the blacksmith shopkeeper, "this is the most effective way to deal with disobedient children!"

"Yes...... But why are you here today? don't you always leave the castle without fear of being discovered?" asked O'Dru, inserting his magic dagger back into its scabbard.

"Who am I?" the blacksmith shop owner laughed, "and give this boy some free time." ”

Old Martin put one hand on one shoulder, and the three of them walked forward side by side, and the passage was tightly stuffed.

"Uncle, when did you arrive?" asked Odrew.

"I came back just in time to bump into Ioman disposing of another child's body. I've heard it all, and the rest of Aeoman has told me. I don't even know what to say about you...... What if that kid does stab you!"

"I deserve it. ”

Old Martin put his arm around his shoulder, bent back and knocked him on the head, and said, "Ha...... You deserve it?"

Odru's head drooped: "I ......"

"Hey, hey, hey, adopting that child doesn't have to be ...... Paternity. Odrew hurriedly argued, "One more...... Brother...... Yes, too. ”

"I don't care about you...... Have you decided to take on that child's future?" asked Martin Sr.

"Hmm...... Can't you?"

"Okay, why not. It's just that the father is not so easy to do - you are not as deep as the child, and you will have to see it in the future, hum!"

Odru was speechless, and in a short time the three of them came to the door of the large room where everyone lived, and Aeoman went in first, and informed the people in the room of the arrival of old Martin. The people in the room were the same as that day, except that ** believer had just left in anger.

By the time father and son stepped into the house, General Zatt Jr. had prepared the courtesy of a nobleman's son—even though the Zatt family was notoriously rude, he was still respectful to his savior.

"Thank you again, Mr. Martin, for saving your life. Zatt put his right hand on his chest and bowed. The blacksmith owner returned a standard aristocratic etiquette, much to Zatter's surprise.

Old Martin sensed Zat's surprise, and did not say that he had lived a standard aristocratic life until he was seven years old. Just smiled at him, and glanced at the side where Reed was asleep.

The silver-haired elf coughed a few times and sat up slowly, while Sister Vivien Lina on the side helped him beat his back.

"Red-haired monster, are you here?" the silver-haired elf saw old Martin, but he actually took the initiative to greet people, which really surprised Sister Vivien Lina.

The blacksmith shop owner nodded at him, as if he had said hello. He glanced at Sister Maria, who was standing behind Zat, before he spoke, "Your Excellency, I have come to deliver a pass to you this time. The rumors in Dawn City are getting tighter and tighter, and there will be a war soon, so I think you might as well get out of the city as soon as possible. ”

As he spoke, old Martin took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Zatt. Zat thanked him, and then opened the letter, which he quickly scanned, his face changed color, and then began to read it carefully from the beginning.

Ioman, though he knew that peeking at letters was not something a nobleman should not do at this time, curiosity pushed him over his neck, and the last descendant of the baron was often so-so in terms of etiquette.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was shocked when I saw it, and the letter read:

"For the benefit of the Holy Celestial Empire, the holder of this document did what he was supposed to do, and he and his retinue were unimpeded in the county, protected by the Celestial Bandit Legion.

Musang is remarkable

1173 Foggy 10th. ”

"Kudos to Coluna, you've done us a great favor!" Zatt said gratefully, "but...... How did you get your hands on it?"

"This is the talisman issued by Mu Sang Zhuo to a certain traitor, and I took it by me before it reached him, and it happened to come in handy. Martin Sr. smiled.

"You're so powerful!" exclaimed Aeuman.

"Of course, who am I!" the blacksmith owner said to him again. Alone behind him, Odrew quickly spotted.

"Your Excellency, can you do me a favor?" Old Martin pulled Odru in front of him, the red-haired boy was still taller than little Zat, but now his bowed head looked like a generation older than the night before him.

"Of course!, I'll be glad to help you!," said Zatt, "and I wonder if there's anything I need help with old Mr. Martin?"

"Now, it's this kid, oh, maybe there's an oil bottle hanging in the back. Please take them with you when you go to Thornfieldshire. ”

"Dad!you?" Odru turned in surprise, "You're not coming with us?"

Old Martin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't forget, there is still the Angel Believer Hall here, and there are still many things to deal with, and I will come to Thornfield County to find you when I finish the matter." ”

"What about me?" Aeoman asked, "I'm the Angel Believer, I'm the Angel Believer, I!"

Old Martin patted him on the shoulder: "Follow your chief, I'll take care of the aftermath - take care of Juliet." ”

“…… I know. Aoman glanced at Odru before he lowered his head, and the boy was looking at him as if he hadn't heard the words.

Old Martin walked over to the silver-haired elf's bed, and the silver-haired elf and Sister Dream Vivien Lina had been watching them silently during their previous conversation.

"Silver-haired monster, your illness is out of the way, can you, can you get on the road?" he asked.

"It's okay, you want us to come with them?"

"Well, what better opportunity could there be? When you get to Thornfield, you can go wherever you like, and if you have a chance, goodbye. ”

Sister Vivien Lina respectfully saluted him and thanked him, "I haven't had the opportunity to thank you for saving my life, and I really don't want to let you bother about our escape this time." ”

"Where ......" The blacksmith shop saw the face of Sister Vivien Lina Meng, blinked her eyes, and said vaguely: "It's just a gesture." ”

We'll definitely meet again, Kuha and I were originally mercenaries who had defected to General Zat, and the country was in trouble, and as the people of Rohan, we should do our part. ”

"Oh......" Old Martin seemed a little distracted, and only replied after a while, "looking at the appearance of the two of you, it seems that you are quite famous in the mercenary world." ”

Sister Mengfeiwen Lina replied, "Yes, Kuha is the high-ranking swordsman of the Earth Elf Clan nicknamed 'Silver Moonlight'. Was old Mr. Martin a mercenary?"

Old Martin was noncommittal, but Zaat interjected: "It turns out that these two are the heroes who eliminated the Seth Leader bandits a year ago, and I have heard your names! You just said that you want to join the army? No problem! I introduced my father to you for you." ”

Zat's voice was full of pride as he mentioned his father.

Sister Maria didn't say a word the whole time, and at this time, the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward.