Aaron knew that he had burned badly. www.biquge.info He hadn't been sick like this for a long time, but once the illness came, it wouldn't give people any chance to turn over easily. He lay quietly and felt that the planks and bark mattresses underneath him were not friendly enough.

He was a little annoyed that in late spring, the weather was getting warmer, and he had always been in good health, so he didn't pay much attention to keeping warm at night. I don't know that there has been nothing unusual in a few years, and the body is like a carriage rushing off the road, and suddenly it loses control.

As soon as the sun reached his head, he woke up reflexively. Subconsciously, a "standard" front flip, accompanied by a scream, cut through the silence of the early morning. Aaron felt a terrible headache, and his heartbeat was faster than the sound of the hooves of a galloping horse.

He collapsed on the bed.

There seemed to be an invisible hand in the darkness, grasping his heart and kneading it wantonly. It was as if an angry demon had set up an invisible bonfire, and the tongue of fire kept jumping, scorching his tousled head at once. The black hair was scattered against the somewhat damp face, and the cold sweat could not stop dripping, and even left a water stain on the bark bed. Aaron's face distorted, and his thoughts fell into chaos.

Consciously, he was a two-year-old baby again, lying in the arms of his mother in a plain gauze dress. He opened his eyes wide to see through the fog the face of the woman who was supposed to be gentle and beautiful, but the cheeks that should have been full of love and kindness were now a deep gray. The gray in his eyes became more and more solid and cold, and finally turned into a small square gray stone tablet on the side of the river beach. There was not a word on the small stone tablet, but it made him feel the sadness that welled up from the bottom of his heart. Since he was sensible, the thing he hoped for was called family affection, and it was forever suppressed under this stone tablet.

The picture in front of me flickered, like a variegated glass washed by a rainstorm, full of inexplicable meaning. The baby, who somehow survived the relief of many people, started as an infant and changed into worn-out clothes of different sizes, but never refused to turn into a piece of waste on the banks of the Vasi River. Yet many hands, thin, fat, dark, or snow-white, were pointed at his spine, and their eyes or mouths were full of disdain or warning to the children around them. At this moment, those hands of various colors pressed over one by one, overturning him to the ground, and still pressing down, making his vision full of darkness.

It's so dark...

But I'm not a beggar!

"I'm not a beggar!" Aaron sat up with an angry shout, and then felt a pang of weakness. He lifted the dry vines covering the window and realized that the sun had fled his vision high above. Then he touched his forehead unwillingly, but lay down again.

Fever doesn't break him, but time won't give him a chance. Thinking of Uncle Lukan's wrinkled face, he rolled over uneasily. I finally found a decent job as a helper, and now it's going to blow up again. When you think about it, this is the 132nd job he's ever had since he was six years old.

In fact, he is definitely a good fellow, learning everything much faster than the average person, and never shirking any dirty work. But his mother, who left early, not only did not have any inheritance, but also did not even leave him a notarized official identification. As for my father, that's just a concept. Every time there was a city guard inspection, the arrival of a nobleman or something like that, he could only hide outside the city and build a "home" little by little. After years of hard work, in the end, I couldn't even go through the procedures and get a gold coin for a notarization of identity.

There were also many unscrupulous traders who wanted to forcibly detain him and use him as a slave. If it weren't for the fact that he Aaron was alert, and he would have run more than ten kilometers away from the Southern Boundary Fort every day to hide in his "home", he would not know what kind of miserable life he had already lived, although his current life might not be satisfactory...

But judging from Aaron's long-term experience, although the boss this time, Uncle Lukan, seems treacherous and shameless, cunning as a fox, he is a complete profiteer. But after all, there is a conscience and a bottom line in the heart. Such a boss is what he desires and appreciates the most. I thought that I could live a stable life for a period of time, and even save a few silver coins, but I didn't expect a strange illness to completely ruin the impression of "diligence and steadfastness" he had created in the past half a month, and the so-called "Uncle, don't worry, if you don't give you a holiday, I will definitely come to work" seems to be a stupid curse at the moment.

Feeling that his body was showing no signs of improvement, Aaron couldn't help but hug his knees tightly and clump together, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. He has always been lonely and suspicious. In order to survive, he may be able to pretend to be loyal to others, but he can never be the center of attention in the bright light.

He felt hot and cold, terrible.

"Is that all that?" muttered as he muttered, his eyes full of banter and sadness.

The feeling of powerlessness swept through every corner of his body and occupied every wrinkle in his heart. In a different silence, Aaron rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

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Once again, the long darkness did not produce a single change in the chaos, even if it produced a terrible nightmare. When Aaron woke up, he felt like he was dreaming. But the sluggish and weak body organ still faithfully told his brain that something had hit his tree.

He first lifted the "curtain", and through the many layered black branches, he saw a light cloud enveloping the giant moon, and between the branches, a lot of light silver light leaked out. Then he pushed open the wooden partition door and looked down.

This scene made him never forget.

The blonde knight sat straddling the forest floor like a naughty child, his handsome young cheeks covered with bruises. A few rays of moonlight cut through the block, caressing the golden armor he was wearing, which was fiery in color, but tattered and fragile. The knight was heroic, but the exposed skin was as pale as snow, and on the snow-white face, an extremely innocent smile bloomed at the moment.

But the next moment, innocence becomes narrow, and even a little hateful.

Before Aaron could react, the knight spat out a mouthful of cherry red blood foam and scolded, "Boy, can you get down and talk to the uncle." Except for the old man, I haven't looked up to anyone yet, uncle. ”

Aaron stared at the face whose lips were white, even paler than his own, and suddenly felt some kind of inexplicable pain. Subconsciously, he climbed along the vine a few times, but his hands and feet were weak, and he fell in front of the knight at once. Although there was a thick cushion of leaves, this time it was still not light, and for a while the pain made Alun cough again and again.

The knight laughed as if he had seen the funniest joke in the world. When Aaron stopped coughing, he spat out another mouthful of cherry red. Seeing Aaron staring straight into his eyes, the smile faded in an instant, leaving only a light face.

"Uncle, I'm Soyth Bright, Templar Paladin, boy, which cocoa bean are you?"

"Aaron. There was silence for two seconds, and the cold-faced Aaron replied.

But this time it was Soyth who was silent, and after a while, he said, "You know, the things I hate the most are Rohr and you, what's the name, Aaron, you kind of people." With a stinky face all day long, does the Lionmane owe you money?"

But Aaron clearly saw the sadness on his face and chose not to say a word.

Soyth shrugged his shoulders, suddenly grabbed Aaron's shoulders, stared into Aaron's eyes, and said, "Help me, okay?"

Aaron's pale blue pupils constricted, and his eyes suddenly became extremely stiff.

Soyth, however, collapsed to the ground as if a taut spring had suddenly been released, and whispered, "Listen, Aaron, send the contents of my armor to Moon Collar and give them to the Paladin Rohr. The reward, except for the spare, the rest is yours, by the way, unless your life is in danger, I advise you not to drink that tube of reagents. If you could, give me a beating up, that guy, it's..."

His voice grew lower and lower, and gradually became a sleeping whisper, and Aaron could no longer hear clearly. But he memorized every word he heard.

At a glance, he only felt as if all the warmth of the past ten years had surged up at once, and his mind was full of golden sunshine. His long experience reminded him of the deep wrinkles on Uncle Kanter's face, the white statue of the moon in the Temple of the Southern Frontier, and the white gauze skirt of his dreaming mother. He didn't understand why an instant could be so long, and how a glance could have the same familiarity as the intersection of years, but he understood that he believed it.

Looking at the knight on the ground, he couldn't stop chanting, "Soyth Bright・・・・・・"

The knight's skin grew whiter and whiter, almost transparent, and he lay there on his back like a crystal sculpture. A gust of night breeze blew, and the knight's body slowly and truly became transparent. In the golden armor, countless blurred white points of light floated out, flying away with the fresh wind, like a group of unrestrained fireflies, slowly leaning towards the giant moon.

Aaron finally came back to his senses from the fog, reached out and stroked the broken armor between the fallen leaves, and a cloudy teardrop fell from the corner of his eye. Unable to help himself, he remembered the small gray stone tablet.

"Soyth, it's a pity that you can only be my boss this time. ”

Erasing the water from the corners of his eyes, Aaron pulled out a weighty purse from his armor, a delicate bottle of dark black potion, a small diamond-shaped hedron, and a medallion engraved with golden light.

Without looking back, he left the shattered armor that glowed with a faint golden glow in the woods, and walked towards the Southern Frontier Fort, which was just a gray dot. For the first time in his life, he got a few hundred gold coins, but his face was expressionless, and he did not see the slightest joy.

Under the light of the giant moon, the green grass on the field spreads as far as the eye can see. Light clouds flow slowly, sometimes leaving some invisible shadows. The meadows of late spring are calm and serene on a moonlit night. Only the occasional rustling sound disturbed the boundless silence and haze. A crooked figure, stretched longer and longer by the moonlight, slowly walked away into the distance. In the submersion of the turquoise waves, it finally disappeared.