~： The first year story 019, a connection that cannot be abandoned

Leaving the alley, the little beggar walked onto the street. There were not many pedestrians on the snowy street, twos and threes of passers-by tightened their necks, raised their collars, and walked quickly over. In such a cold day, even the carriages became scarce, and the snow covered the street showed no trace of being crushed by the wheels. It gives people a very soft and warm illusion.

The little beggar exhaled and gently pulled the swaddle to cover the head of the little baby girl, revealing only her eyes and nose. The little baby girl seemed to notice someone touching herself and slowly opened her eyes.

The figure of the little beggar was reflected in the emerald eyes. The little baby girl stuck her tongue out and made several unexplained calls such as "Ah~~oo~~". The little beggar stared at her fixedly, after a long stare at each other...

The little baby girl actually laughed.

The slight laughter was as fragile as her breath. The little beggar seemed incomprehensible to her sudden laughter. In response, he simply stopped looking at her, looked up, and walked to the door of an apartment on the side of the street.

This row of apartments is quite luxurious on this street. The little beggar once stood guard here, looking for a worthy target. Now he stood in front of the door again and rang the doorbell on the door.

"Who?"

Soon, with the creak of the door, a woman in her thirties came out. When she saw the little beggar, there was a trace of disgust on her face, and she wanted to close the door.

"Madam, please take in this child."

The little beggar was clever, and first stepped his foot on the door frame and handed the little baby girl out.

Seeing that the little beggar was not here to ask for money, the woman was stunned. She looked at the little beggar with doubts, and then at the baby in the little beggar's arms...

"Woo~~~Woo~~~"

The little baby girl who had taken the medicine seemed much more energetic. She stared at the beautiful big eyes and looked at the outside world with curiosity.

"Ah, so cute~~~! Kid, don't you want her anymore?"

With that, the woman stretched out her hand, ready to take the little baby girl.

The little beggar nodded: "Yes. I picked it up on the road. I don't know who my parents are. Madam, I hope you can give me a piece of bread for the sake of the wind and snow outside."

The woman agreed with her mouth, and came forward to hug the little baby girl with a smile on her face. But for some reason, at this moment, the little baby girl who was just fine suddenly coughed.

The woman's face changed suddenly. The expression that was full of joy just now became cold. She stretched out her hand and touched the baby girl's forehead. Then, the coldness on her face finally fell into the ice cave.

"She is sick?"

"……………………"

"Give it back to you, hurry up and take her away, don't infect my baby son."

The little baby girl was instantly tucked back into the little beggar's arms. With a bang, the door closed. Facing the cold door, the little beggar stood silently in the wind and snow...

"Sir, please adopt this little baby girl."

"Walk away! I have no money, so I ask for it."

"Madam, how beautiful this baby girl is, please adopt her."

"Fuck! Dirty ghost. You just stink my incense-smeared door."

"Miss, don't you want a lovely sister?"

"Yeah~~~! Mr. Soldier! There is a suspicious child here! He carries a baby girl and sells it everywhere!!!"

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Slowly, the time has come to the afternoon.

The little beggar had finished eating the piece of bread and continued to walk in the wind and snow. It was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't remember how many doors he had knocked on, nor how many people had driven him away.

Is no one willing to want her? This baby girl? Will no one adopt her, take care of her, and raise her up?

The little beggar lowered his head and silently looked at the baby girl in his arms with cold eyes. And this little guy who hasn't been willing to ask for it so far doesn't seem to be worried at all. Seeing the little beggar look at her, he makes a humming sound again and smiling.

Take out the tablet and crush it. The little beggar bought a small thermos from a small shop with a Sura plus three Inel, and another Inel to make the shop owner fill the thermos with hot water. He packed the remaining twenty-five Sura and two Inel into the bag and fed the baby girl.

"Oh? Are there two common currency units in this city? Sura, Inel. One Sura is equal to six Inel?"

"To be precise, one Sura equals 6.204 Inel."

After the little beggar finished speaking, the hot water was also fed. He raised his head and poured all the bitterness of the powdered water into his stomach. The heat made his body tremble involuntarily.

"Hehe, are you quite sensitive to transactions between currencies?"

"It is written on the trading station. Whether Sura or Inel was stolen, you can choose to exchange or keep it according to the exchange value of the day."

The little beggar wiped his mouth, hung the thermos from the bag on his waist, and walked forward aimlessly.

"Really? Interesting. So, how much money did you make this way?"

"........................ Only a large transaction volume is useful. Moreover, a handling fee is required."

"Hahaha, in other words, you can't make money in this way for petty thieves like you? Forget it, don't worry about this kind of thing anymore, or send this little girl away quickly is the point. Now it’s getting late. If you can’t send this little girl away, you’ll have to take care of her for another night. Look, how about the mansion in front? It’s probably the most luxurious building in the city. Yes. You said, would they want it?"

The little beggar stopped. What appeared in front of him was a manor, the largest manor in Sennag. The high walls and heavy gates all indicate that the people here are very rich. Since you have money, you can certainly adopt a baby.

There was a name tag hanging beside the door, but the little beggar was illiterate, and of course he couldn't tell what was written on it. He just vaguely knew that there must be very powerful people living inside.

Looking at the big iron door in front of him, the little beggar finally let out a sigh of relief. He lowered his head, and the little baby girl in his arms had fallen asleep due to the medicine.

At the moment of abandoning her, not being looked at by her eyes is really a thankful thing.

The little beggar walked to the iron gate, patted the little baby girl lightly, and put her down. This time, he no longer waited for the people inside to come out, but chose this method of letting the little girl fend for himself. If the people inside come out and see her, she can show a cute side and does not cough, then she may be adopted by others. If it doesn't work, the little beggar doesn't plan to come forward and pick her up, just let her freeze to death there.

Putting down the baby girl, the little beggar squatted aside, quietly looking at the sleeping face. He stretched out his hand again and gently touched the soft skin, feeling the warmth that once brought him a little. But all this, these three days and two nights of care, finally ushered in the end at this moment...

"………………Goodbye."

The little beggar patted the baby girl's swaddling one last time and stood up. Even though Dimie in his mind laughed at him for "speaking meaningless words for the first time", he calmly raised his hand, pressed the doorbell, and quickly withdrew from the door.

Wind and snow.

The little beggar shrank in an alley diagonally opposite the gate, staring at the gate by the dim light. This may be his last worry. By now, he no longer intends to ask himself why he wants to hide here and not leave, so let his actions be unreasonable once, once casually.

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Finally, the door opened.

"Wow! Bow!"

"Damn, which **** called the door at dinner time! So much snow! His grandma's."

The roar from the door instantly threw the little beggar's heart into the ice valley.

The iron door opened, and what came out of it was a man of about forty who looked like a servant with a face full of flesh. Along with him, there were three great wolfhounds in his hand. That dog looks sturdier than the little beggar.

The servant seemed to be in a very bad mood, his mouth trembled, and after he came to open the door and looked at no one on both sides, he looked even more angry. He began to curse his mother constantly. Until the three big wolf dogs noticed the little baby **** the steps and yelled loudly, the servant looked down.

How terrifying is the voice of a wolfdog? The owner of this mansion's usual reputation is not good, and the dog taught is certainly not very polite. The little baby girl was awakened by the roar of three vicious dogs. After being yelled one after another, she finally got scared and started to cry.

The servant squinted and glared at the crying baby girl below. Afterwards, he raised his head and looked around. After confirming that no one was there, he cursed again: "My grandma's, which **** dropped by a little bitch? No wonder the deck of cards just lost a whole hundred su Pulling, it turns out that the **** was poured out and called bad luck!"

The little beggar turned his head, not intending to look again. This is obviously the worst start, and it is not destined to be a good ending. If he doesn't take advantage of this moment to leave, after the servant leaves the little baby girl and goes back, he is afraid that he will not be able to bear it, so he will go up and pick her up.

"Bow!"

"Oh? Esalia, Medallenro, Elizabeth, are you hungry? Okay! Look at this little **** a few days ago, it's fresh. You will enjoy it. Swish, dead bastard, dare to cry With my luck, I will let you fill my baby's belly."

In an instant, the steps that the little beggar was about to take suddenly stopped...