In the bedroom, Lucy's sleeping face distorted, and she dreamed of when she had been a child and had gone in a carriage numbly. I dreamed of my parents and my brother who were glazed over.

In the new environment, although I don't have to worry about food and clothing, I am forced to whip and practice every day, and if I don't do well, I will be punished without damaging my appearance.

The man who taught her to manage brought her grim face covered with white powder closer, so frightened that she could only cry and finish the action.

The slightly older self was surrounded by the eyes of others as if it were a commodity, and the disgusting old face made her sit up and wake up directly.

After tidying up her messy hair, she hurriedly stood up and put on her coat and went to the lounge.

The ice had shattered, and the red-haired figure lay motionless, a source of depression.

She lit a kerosene lamp and set it on the table to light it, crouched down and carried the man with whom she had been so pleasant to the couch.

The body is soft, and I feel like I am holding a piece of tulle without any weight.

After putting it on the sofa, she took the blanket and put it over her shirt, obviously a very tall woman, but now she looked only a small ball, very weak.

Holding a small mirror in his hand, he continued to roll up on the sofa on his side, without the vigor and vigor and confidence he had when he first met.

The beautiful face remains, but the light blue eyes are dim. Lucy helped her pull her hair behind her ears and stroked her somewhat cold face.

"Are you back? Lucy. Thank you. ”

Hermione said this softly, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and continued to lie on her side without moving.

"Ms. Austin, what have you encountered and why is it so painful and sad?" Lucy also leaned on the couch and lay on her side in front of Hermione.

"It's nothing, just let me stay like this for a few days."

"It's not good to hold it like this, I cried directly when I was wronged, although the punishment was longer later."

After a long time, there was silence. Seeing Hermione back into a sculpture, Lou sighed and carried her back to her bed.

"I'll help you change your clothes, it's not easy to rest in this dress."

When she was done, she went back to the cold bed, Hermione's curled up body was cold and her back was on her side.

"I'll talk about it in a few days."

Lucy pulled on the quilt and lay on her side and looked at the back of her head in front of her to fall asleep, she cried and autistic herself when she encountered things before, maybe it will be fine in a few days.

When Lucy woke up the next day, Hermione, who was left untouched, was here, and at least the feeling of sadness was gone.

She didn't have much time to come back this time, and she had to take time to meet her boss, Duke Teresa, who she had only recently learned.

She had guessed before that she could complete the deal with the butler under Duke Teresa so cheaply, and the liaison said that it was a reward from the organization.

I don't know where I'm going to be arranged again, is it considered a high promotion? Fallon is actually quite good.

She laughed at herself a few times at her inexplicable childishness, and saw her somewhat sad parents sitting at the dining table below.

When I saw my daughter come down, the regret and remorse on my face came out, and I came up and hugged each other and shed tears.

'Ms. Austin! Every time you appear, you stir up everyone's emotions, what a bad person! ’

Lucy comforted her parents, changed into a simple dress at home after breakfast, and continued to check the accounts for the year.

When she came back in the evening, she called her brothers here, and the family sat around on the sofa, holding a page that she had turned out, and her face was a little calm.

In the middle of the year, the tax on wood was inexplicably 1,280 borggold, and she went to the town's chamber of commerce at noon to ask if the tax rate had not changed, or if she did not come back often.

She probably knew where the money went, but Kaveh kept her head down and didn't speak, while her mother, Marisa, tried to persuade her not to be too careful. The elder brothers did not speak.

"Did your hometown tell you any conditions? How much will you pay to let you go back? ”

"It would be nice to make it back with my salary next year." Kaveh said, helplessly with a hint of stubbornness in it.

"Do you still have a salary? Is it enough for the year after tomorrow? All of them were deceived. Those guys didn't care when we were starving to death. ”

"While they are scolding your daughter that I am a bitch, and at the same time spending the money they took from me with peace of mind, won't you defend me?"

"Also, I was...

Lucy, who was getting more and more excited, was still thinking about what to say, but finally sighed and laughed self-deprecatingly.

His home was originally in the Vienna area of Honachis in the state of Massis, and his weak father could not live at home, so he came all the way here.

On the way, he met his mother and bonded to him, and finally survived by planting flowers for others as a gardener in Garcia Town.

The people on the side of the plateau have a strong clan concept, and in recent years, I don't know how they found their father, put on a high hat, and said good things about him.

He promised to give him a high position in the family to satisfy his vanity, and the price was to pay a steady stream of tribute and continue to suck their blood.

Jokes, I didn't see them when I was suffering in those places, and I didn't see them when I was dying of starvation.

He estimated that all the money was given to that group of people, and he didn't know why he took the risk of taking a large sum from his account this year, which was enough for a family of adults to spend a year rich. It even took a little thought.

"In the future, you don't care, stay at home with your mother."

"Lucius, you and Bell will take care of it in the future. You probably remember the wheat straw piles we used to huddle together when we were kids. ”

She tapped her brothers, don't let them make a mess like her father, it's good to live well.

"Lucy, don't worry, we'll be optimistic about our father."

She and her brothers also mostly inherited their father's weak temperament, but fortunately they were born and raised here, and they were not contaminated with the habits of their former hometown.

"There will be a day when the forest area will be cut down, and we must save some money to find another way out."

Lucy continued to talk to her brother about her plans, and her mother comforted her father, who had his head down and didn't know what his expression was.

After chatting, Lucy was a little tired and went back to her bedroom, where Hermione was still lying motionless, and everyone didn't mention her very interestingly.

Originally, I was still a little envious and jealous of her, but now it seems that they are all poor people with different fates.

She changed into a nightdress and returned to the bed, cold and cold, without heartbeat or breathing, like a dead person.

"I'll make you laugh, that's how my family is. With a little money, you get carried away and ignore the fundamentals. ”

"You're very nice, they're lucky to have you."

The voice seemed to come from all sides, it was a familiar voice.

"I'm still fine, at least I read a lot of books, although I was forced to be conditional. Otherwise, you won't be able to think for yourself. ”

"If you don't want to be there, I can help you get out."

"Everybody has their own life, you can protect me when you have time, I don't know what to do when I get out of there!"

After Lucy said this, she noticed that Hermione was not moving, and she wanted to try to guide her.

Pull up the quilt, lean against her and close your eyes, and we'll talk about it tomorrow.

When she woke up in the morning, she hurriedly opened her eyes and propped herself up by touching her side, and found Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window in her white nightgown with her hair loose.

The morning air was very cold, and she wrapped herself in the quilt and hugged Hermione, looking down at the small cracked mirror in her hand.

There was no reflection of the bedroom in the mirror, but a few scattered points of light.

"My mother and sister are dead, and I can't go back, and my friends haven't protected me, so everyone who has a relationship with me will become unfortunate and suffer an unstoppable disaster. I'm leaving, and I can't drag you down. I'm sorry I can't protect you. ”

"Don't go, I haven't said my opinion yet."

Hermione stood up directly, and Lucy subconsciously hugged her and hung her on her back.

"Think about what you haven't done, like the guys in Kamare."

The bitter cold wind and freezing cold, she found herself hugging Hermione outside the wasteland, her thin body in her nightdress shivering.

Warm fireworks filled her body, resisting the cold brought by the environment.

Hermione in front of her squatted down and hugged her head and cried, "I killed her, I killed her." ”

"If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have anything, that's the obsession that came to me."

She lay down in the snow again, as if she had not lost her spirit.

Lucy also rolled down to her side and hugged her, not knowing what she could do.

When she left Camary and returned to Langeburg, she went to the Geisler house to inquire about Hermione, and learned that the mistress was too ill to be dead.

The world is unpredictable, last night Hermione also said that her mother and sister were also dead, no wonder it has become the way it is now.

If his parents and brothers died, then what would happen to him, he really didn't think about it.

She walked directly into the wilderness in one step, which was simply incredible.

People who are so strong can't protect their families, how terrible the other party is.

Looking at the milky white flame wrapped in his hand, he is obviously a person who cares about the people around him, and he will always encounter misfortune! She took Hermione back into her arms and sat with her in the snow.

"I don't know what to say, maybe I'm not qualified, wait for you to figure it out."

"Maybe I should listen to them obediently and follow their arrangements, I have many opportunities to avoid it, why did it become like this."

Hermione struggled to her feet and hugged Lucy to the sky and shouted, her voice very long, shaking the snow piled up on the trees.

His red hair floated up and all towards the sky, venting his anger at his fate, both painful and helpless.

When Lucy opened her eyes again, she found that she was back on the bed in her bedroom, and Hermione was sitting next to her, staring at the small mirror in her hand.

"It's good that you figure it out, I've seen a sentence that every encounter has its meaning."

After saying that, she went to change into a gray and white dress and coat, closed the door and left, leaving Hermione sitting in a daze.

Hermione lay directly on the bed with her hands and feet spread out, staring at the ceiling in distraction.

After I woke up, I didn't complete a single goal, and I was still alone.

No wonder I didn't respond to my calls, it turned out to be long gone!

Did it fall because of something? Even if she can't beat it, she can run away, and even if it's a fatal blow, someone will share it!

is still tied up by the so-called family glory, why is she so stupid to go and be in the company of that group of cannibalistic guys.

Thinking of the red sword inserted in the castle, he looked at the shattered remnant spirit in his hand. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes like water.

At least I want to know what's going on and what's going on?

'I still haven't been able to save you, you're being implicated by me, I'll figure it out.' ’

She touched the shattered mirror, thinking back to the stinging memories, looking for the possibility of existence inside.

The witch's magic is all destruction and man-made disaster, and she laughs helplessly, perhaps only the omniscient and all-powerful creator is possible.

Mr. Fool has no similar authority either, and he doesn't know if it's useful to ask for help himself.

Is he still the Birther of the Bloodline? They should have similar resurrection magic? But the correspondence is all related to their pathways.

After thinking about it, she thought of the relics of the ancient sun god in the Southern Continent, and maybe she could steal the power of creation from there to recover.

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom will surely have clues about the magical ritual of which their Lord was once a follower.

'My sister's affairs are irreparable, but you and I will do my best. ’

Hermione wiped the mirror clean, and the crack on it hadn't healed, as she had said to herself.

Then I closed my eyes and rested, my spirit was so exhausted that I didn't want to face it.

After a long time, there was a knock on the outside door and it opened.

"Ms. Austin, your friend's Helen has come to see you."

Lucy came in with Helen, dressed in heavy clerical garments, with her flaxen brown hair and two small braids, and a thick cotton hat.

Seeing the decadent figure spread out on the bed, is this still the energetic and preachy person I saw a few months ago?

She also lay down directly on the bed, and the Miss Lucy in front of her should not mind that she had just become good friends with her.

"Ms. Austin, how about going skiing, I haven't skied yet, now is a rare opportunity."

"Lying down won't solve the problem."

It was a long time before Hermione spoke, "Go ahead, I'm tired, I want to be alone for a while." Thank you for your concern, Helen. ”

She could only get up helplessly and spread her hands at Lucy, and the two closed the door and left here.

"Let's talk about it in a few days, the world of the strong is not something we can understand."

Helen chatted with Lucy for a while to say goodbye and go back, could it be that she had encountered too much blow during the mission?

No wonder she didn't come back to Garcia Church, her luggage is still there, she will come back.

"The strong also have troughs, and in my opinion, she is also a human being, so there will be joys, sorrows, and sorrows."

Lucy sent her out and continued to talk about it, and it seemed that Helen had the same role as herself, in exchange for a thank you.

"I'm too weak to even have this trouble, goodbye!"

(End of chapter)