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Alina is trapped in an unfinished dream.

She dreamed of her ragged clothes. Crumpled, dusty linen clothes hung on thin bodies. Sit on the side of the road and hide in the shadows under the eaves. The sunlight was so scorching that the sewage in the drainage ditch had already stopped flowing, emitting a foul smell.

Her thirsty, numb legs tormented her with the heat.

What am I doing?

Alina thought.

Notched bowls, small palms upward, kneeling knees.

When she noticed the fact that she was begging, a strong wave of shame spread throughout her body, and her self-esteem was completely unbearable, even if it was just a very real dream.

As the sun sets, there is nothing in the begging bowl but the bloody sun.

What are you muttering?

"Mom will be upset. ”

Mom, I have Mom, Who is my Mom?

Alina was suddenly filled with desire, and she desperately wanted to know her childhood memories, such as what her mother looked like.

When the beggar wants to go home, an elf appears in the filthy street. He wore a bright green cloak and a hood, and his figure was well-proportioned, like an upright aspen on a mountain range. The elegantly curved pointed ears that emerge from under the long snow-colored hair add a bit of mysterious charm to his handsomeness.

He doesn't belong in this world, and in this filthy street, everything doesn't fit in with him. It was as if he had passed by an accident from a noble being in heaven.

The beggar was excited, and Alina could feel it. Obviously, a kind elf is an ideal begging object. The beggar knows that the elf is kind and rich.

When the Snowhair Elf walked up to the beggar, Alina couldn't control her mouth and shouted, "Have mercy on me..."

The clear red eyes turned a little because of the piercing scream. Elina saw that her fiery eyes were full of pride, it was like a high wall, separating everything around it, and there were two worlds inside and outside the wall. The beggar's cry, like a voice from another world, was cut off by high walls, and could not touch the noble kindness of the elves.

So his pace didn't slow down for a moment because of her voice.

Alina was so uncomfortable that her pride curled up in a ball.

Looking at the footsteps in the distance, the beggar panicked, and Alina could feel it, and he was about to plead with the elf's leg.

"No!"

Alina shouted, trying with all her might to control "herself" body and stop the beggar.

But she can't do anything, she can't change what has happened, even the memories of the past, just like a person can't shake his own boat of destiny, even a point.

The beggar still pounced on the elf, and Aliana's struggle did not change anything.

"Have mercy on me!"

The elf reacted quickly and dodged sideways. The beggar's dirty little hands left a dirty color on the bright green cloak that floated by. The invisible force shook the beggar.

The snow-haired elf, at last, took a shiny gold coin from his pocket. With a mentality of passing away the sticky trouble, he played it to the beggar.

The gold coin tumbled in the air, drawing a glittering arc.

"Thank you, Elf Master. ”

The beggar's eyes reflected the gold coin, and he didn't notice it at all, and the crisp sound of the gold coin landing attracted the attention of the lazy hooligans not far away.

The snow-haired elf continued to walk as if nothing had happened. The hooligans noticed the indifference in his handsome countenance.

The bouncing gold coin was finally caught, and the beggar opened his dirty little hand, and it lay quietly on the palm of his hand. Alina was shocked to see the words 1345.dc engraved on the smooth surface of the gold coin. A terrible premonition overshadowed the humiliation of having degraded self-esteem.

"Hey, kid, this is our territory!"

The beggar grabbed the gold coins in a panic,

"Give the gold coins in your hand to Uncle Ben!"

"Elf Master!"

The beggar shouted to the elf's back, his noble pace not half as slow as the cry. The beggar ran away, and the hooligans caught up with her at once.

Alina wanted to close her eyes, smart enough to have guessed what was going to happen next. Only five days after she was born, the night she arrived at the academy, she had a crippled nightmare. If she guessed correctly, what she was experiencing now was the complete nightmare of that day.

She couldn't close her eyes, she could only watch as she used to be a beggar, kicked down, beaten, and desperately refused to let go of her hand. Desperately stretched out his hand to the back of the elf, and asked for help in a voice that changed his voice, and did not stop until the back disappeared.

He walked like this, without a trace of slowness, the voice from the other world, beyond the high wall in his eyes, a touch of filth on the bright green cloak, gradually disappeared, and the traces of the intersection of the two worlds were completely gone.

The beggar's cry for help, with each beating, grew weaker and weaker, until the voice of impatience rang out.

"Teach this bastard!

Her right leg was placed on the steps, straightened.

The iron-clad wooden stick fell heavily, and a crisp and terrifying sound rang out, followed by a sharp pain that spread throughout the body. It was fatal pain, like a boulder, crushing Aliana's heart into a pulp.

Pain, pain, pain! Alina's mind was only pain, and the cruel world around her was dark, and her mind was gradually slipping.

Alina is dead.

When the bell tower of Kazakh City strikes the twelfth time, countless dazzling fireworks burst into the sky, and the pagodas shimmer with different lights, forming a brilliant painting together with the stars and the moon.

Frozen rose petals fell from the airboat and sprinkled on the grand Winter Curtain feast of the nobles in the suburbs, and colorful balloons hung in the air. Huge piles of pine and oak bonfires burst into flames, sprinkling large sums of alchemical powder on them, so that the bonfires shimmered with blue, orange, and purple flames.

No matter how dazzling the fireworks are or how fierce the bonfires are, they can't drive away the cold of the Kazakh winter night.

In the dirty and narrow alley, the woman who was licked by the cat suddenly opened her eyes.

In the green eyes, there is no sorrow or joy, and the one that belongs to the girl is completely gone. Much more calm, colder than a Kazakh winter night.

"Melly, let's go. ”

The white-haired woman lifted the meowing mongrel cat, threw herself into the hood, stood up, raised her head, and watched the fireworks bloom in the night sky. What she saw was not a prosperous era but a funeral.

The deceased was Alina.

She pulled out the only gold coin she had, with 1345 engraved on it. DC, bounce into the air. Gold coins tumbled, and colorful fireworks were reflected on the surface.

At the next funeral, she didn't just die. Arcanis grabbed the gold coin and swore secretly.

Arcanis put the gold back to her body, and now she had to find a way out of the city on her own. She turned, hiding into the shadows.

The stupid guards, like eyeless fireflies, did not notice the white-haired half-elves. She stalked in the shadows, thinking.

A smell of blood crept into her nostrils, and Arcanis sniffed, it was the smell of a slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse meant that it had to leave the city before the early hours of the morning, bring in the livestock, and serve fresh pork to the small Kazakh citizens before the morning market. Kazakhs like to eat meat that has just been slaughtered.

Arcanis struggled to climb over the wall with iron needles, his weak body, and his wounds, making the action of climbing over the wall much more difficult.

Fortunately, the white-haired girl did not have an extra hole, and landed in the courtyard without making a sound.

A carriage was placed in the courtyard, emitting a foul stench peculiar to thick blood scale.

She staggered a few steps to the carriage and brace herself up. The door at the back suddenly opened, and an old woman was surprised to see the uninvited guest.

Arcanis was not the slightest bit alarmed, although she was in very poor shape right now. But she was sure that even if the room behind the trembling old man was filled with giant men, she could handle it.

"Liszko. The old woman screamed.

A tall figure immediately appeared behind her, with a striking bald head and a tower-like figure, when she saw his face. Arcanis was surprised, "Kukaron?"

The bald man did not speak, but picked up a long, thick stick.

A few minutes later, the knocked unconscious Arcanis was put into a sack. Kukaran said to his old mother with a happy face: "Mother, wait for me, our good life will start again." ”

The cat in the bag jumped up and down, making angry noises.