Today, Memira is thirteen years old, and after the New Year, she will be fourteen years old, and in the Fusen Kingdom, twelve to fifteen years old is the most common age for commoner women to marry, and only noble girls will push their marriage age back to eighteen years old.

The sooner you get married, the more burdens you can help the family relieve, and the sisters who work with Memira have already negotiated some marriage contracts, only the older Memira has not yet had a suitable partner.

It's not that there is no favorite object, but there is no suitable partner, and marrying Memira means that the man needs to bear the debts of her family.

It was a huge debt that was enough to crush ordinary families, and although Memira could barely pay off the interest on the money she earned from her work, what sane person would want to live with a heavy debt for the rest of her life.

At the age of fifteen, it is too late to talk about marriage, and next year is Memila's last year, and she must find someone for herself who can be entrusted with the rest of her life.

At the age of thirteen, she had to think about so many things, and the burden on Memila's shoulders was too much.

"Don't worry, I won't marry you to Miller's bastard, what kind of goods the Crawns are, I don't know ...... yet" Next to him, Daddy's drunken noisy voice sounded again.

Hearing her father's chatter, Memila sighed, his father is honest, his nature is not bad, at least he hasn't driven Memira to a dead end, it would be nice if he could quit drinking, Memila often begs the gods like this.

Noticing that the dagger in her arms did not have anything to wrap around, Memila worried that she would bump into the magical and psychedelic dagger, so she got up and took out a broken piece of clothing from the broken cupboard.

In the faint moonlight in this room, I used torn clothes as raw materials to make a small cloth bag for the dagger.

Needlework is nothing to a commoner woman, including the clothes on Memila and his father's body, which are made by Memila herself.

Seeing his daughter suddenly sit up and start doing needlework, the half-drunk father also stopped his chatter, and looked down at the four-walled room of the family, and the father really felt sorry for Memila.

But what can he do, he has no expertise, he makes a living by raising horses for inns, and the money he earns from raising horses is not enough for him to drink two or three meals, and the reason why he fishes for three days and dries his nets for two days is that no hotel is willing to ask him to raise horses.

He spat heavily on the cloudy smell of wine, and Daddy Memila's back became even more stiff.

Curled up on the bed, as if the air in his arms was his beloved Martha, Daddy Memira squinted his cloudy eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and only in drunken dreams could he see his dear wife again.

Outside the wooden window, the sound of the wind "hunting" makes this early autumn night seem more silent.

After making the simple cloth scabbard, Memila was just about to go to bed and go back to sleep, when suddenly the alarm in her heart became more intense, and the severity was already comparable to when her mother died.

"Who is it?!" Memila slammed out the window.

I saw that outside the window, three black figures were approaching more and more.

"Boss, there are only two people, an old one and a small one, and it seems that this time it is nine out of ten. ”

"Hehe, the little girl's consciousness is quite sensitive, but it's a pity that it's late. ”

"Don't care about playing with women and killing that old one, and then force the magic equipment to ask where it is, it's not too late to do it!" the leader scolded the two Xiao He.

The aura of danger is getting closer and closer, and the obscene voices of the three uninvited guests also reach Memila's ears, and Memila is covered in sweat and hair.

The old man who was not asleep next to him was also woken up by the sound outside, he didn't hear what the three guys outside said clearly, shook his head, spit out wine and asked, "Who? ”

"Yo, you're still a drunk!"

"Big brother, let me come!"

This moment of cheap loyalty was very enthusiastic for both younger brothers.

Hurriedly pushing the confused father, Memila shouted in a hurry, "Help!

"Help!"

"Come and save me!"

Just now, Memira heard it very clearly, these people want to kill her father, and they have bad intentions towards her, as for the magic equipment that several people said, Memira suddenly looked down at the short dagger in her hand.

"Damn, go and shut that stinky girl's mouth!" the big man yelled at the two younger brothers, and kicked open the door and entered.

The wooden door of Memila's house is an old object from decades ago, and it is usually blown by the wind at night.

"Bang!" the door shattered, and three guys in yellow leather armor appeared in the doorway.

At this time, no matter how dull Memila's father was, he also knew that the situation was wrong, and was awakened by the momentum of the three intruders.

"Memila, you go!" Daddy howled suddenly.

It's still a bit good to be poor at home, only a bed away, I don't know what brought Memila's father strength, and after pushing Memila towards the kitchen, Daddy ran in the opposite direction of the three intruders.

The wooden window of the kitchen has also been decayed and tattered over the years, and now there are three men blocking the doorway, and Memira can only escape through the wooden window of the kitchen.

With the strength of a weak woman, it was easy to break open a corroded wooden window.

"Made, isn't this old man awake from his wine, dare to come at Lao Tzu!" the younger brother on the left side of the leader scolded angrily, and skillfully pulled the short sword out of his waist.

He has slaughtered not dozens of people, but more than a dozen, his hands are covered with blood, how can this old man who has been hollowed out by alcohol be his opponent.

Not to mention that he is also a powerful entry-level squire with a vindictive spirit.

"Die!" the little brother on the left cursed, first kicking the rushing father, and then stabbing the father in the heart with a short sword.

"No!" screamed Memila, who was pushed by her father and stumbled to the kitchen door.

Although Daddy dodged the sharp dagger with a crooked body under the survival instinct, the dagger hit his left shoulder unabated.

Blood flowed downward, this was actually a short sword with a blood groove, which showed the vicious heart of its holder.

"Quick... Run!" Daddy not only did not cry out in pain, but hugged the person who stabbed him, and shouted to Memila, who was still in a daze.

"Want to go, hmph!" The leader didn't give Memila time to react, and opened his right hand to take it from Memila, the fighting strength of the low-level attendant made his speed amazingly fast.