~： The first year story 023, out of town and journey

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"Hey...what's wrong with you?"

The blood pupil lifted up and looked at the little beggar. On this face that had lost its childishness, the blood pupil found that his eyes were originally blood red, but at this moment, only the right one was still red. The other one changed back to the original black.

The blade pierced the swaddle...and rubbed the baby girl's body through the thick swaddle. The little baby girl was still asleep, with a sleepy look on her face. But the little beggar was breathing with big mouthfuls, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he looked abnormally tired.

The blood pupil stared at the little beggar's red and black pupils, especially the black pupil. It snorted coldly: "Boy, what are you hesitating about? As long as you kill her, you can fully enjoy the happiness I bring to you. You will not struggle, let alone hesitate here like a woman. Where is your calmness? Where is the judgment that only cares about yourself, as long as it can make you good, even if you don't care about killing?"

The little beggar is still breathing heavily. The hand holding the hilt of the sword was numb, and the chain-bound right arm slowly trembled. After a while, his other blood red pupil slowly faded and turned back to its original black.

"Cough...cough cough..."

The little beggar released his hand, his eyes were not scarlet, and the chain that had bound his hand slowly loosened. He knelt down, his body was severely collapsed, and he coughed loudly. But even so, while coughing violently, he still did not forget to reach out and touch the baby girl's swaddle.

"Cut, an untrained body, just the'first hell' makes you tired like this. Not to mention, you are only ten years old, and there is still a lot of time for your body to get used to my strength in the future. Before the banquet with the first glass of wine is over, I still have to give you a little compliment."

"To be able to maintain the last touch of rationality in the'first prison', your calmness and self-awareness really interest me. Unlike the previous ones, they just received a little bit of strength. I completely eroded rationality. Oh, interesting."

The chain inserted into the little beggar's arm was pulled out, bringing out some blood. The arm that was pierced quickly recovered as if time flowed back, and the chain retracted back into the darkened hilt. Then, the huge sword, Dimie shortened instantly, turned into a dagger again, and inserted it back into the chain of his right arm.

The little beggar coughed twice, and when his body gradually recovered a little, he bent down and picked up the little baby girl. At this moment, those flying snow fell on him again, silently covered.

He stretched out his finger and gently touched the baby girl's face. She slept soundly, with a relieved smile on her slightly flushed face. As if feeling the touch, the closed eyes slowly opened, looking at the person holding him.

The little beggar’s breathing was still heavy. The little baby girl looked at the sweaty face. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and screamed a few times...

What is she saying? No, maybe she didn't say anything. This is just the meaningless voice of the baby. But after hearing these voices, the little beggar held her hands tighter. And the little baby girl was also in this kind of hug, closing her eyes again and going to sleep...like lying in a warm cradle.

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It was late at night. As if even the snow was tired, after covering the servant's broken limbs with white cloth, it finally stopped falling. Holding the baby girl, the little beggar retreated into the dark and slightly warm alley again, thinking about the way forward.

"Okay boy, what should you do next? You have annoyed the good-co-scared little princess. From now on, you are no longer a mouse hiding in the sewer, but ran into the street. People shouted to beat a rat."

The little beggar shrank, filled the hot water bottle in his waist with some hot water, and fed it little by little to the little baby girl. Looking at the baby in his arms, watching her greedily sucking the warm liquid, the little beggar fell silent.

"If you follow my instructions, then right now, throw away the girl who is causing you trouble. Then, you can walk on the street without worry, and I can let you fight from everyone. Mouse, transform into a dragon that can destroy half of the continent! How about? Very refreshing, right?"

The snow stopped, but the cold did not dissipate. The little beggar covered the blanket and closed his eyes, seeming to have fallen asleep. In response, a boring look appeared in the blood pupil, and he slowly closed.

"Cut, I forgot. You kid won't believe anyone's words easily. This is an advantage, but you won't even believe my words. Forget it, let me take care of you~~~! Go to sleep! See what horrible ideas you will come up with tomorrow after dawn, come and surprise me! Hahahaha, this feeling of expectation is really interesting and interesting!"

Holding tightly to the full baby girl, the little beggar finally fell into another deep sleep. The chain of his right arm still locked him tightly, but the blood-red pupils also temporarily relaxed and fell into a short rest.

What should I do tomorrow? Even in sleep, the little beggar is always thinking about this problem. According to the most correct approach, the baby girl should indeed be thrown away and run away. but……

Probably... I can't do it anymore... this point...

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Its daybreak.

The snow accumulated last night became messy in the footsteps of pedestrians, and it was no longer as pure as the white carpet. The cold air filled the winter, and even without those snowflakes, all passers-by were still wrapped in their leather jackets and stepped into a new day tremblingly.

The corpses of the servant and the wolfdog were found, an assassination organization was wiped out, and what happened last night has been published in the morning paper of the new day. People treat this as a topic of pastime after breakfast and before work, and they are enthusiastic about whether there is any mystery in it, while inferring the news released by the government, while studying whether there is another government covering up the truth. Conspiracy, then laugh.

Beside the pedestrians who were talking about waiting for the carriage, a thin figure hobbled past. No one cares about where a beggar will appear. The most is to pinch his nose when facing him, frown and move around. Of course, this way, no one will care about what he is holding in his arms.

After taking the medicine for two consecutive days, the baby girl’s fever was finally completely suppressed. When I got up in the morning, I saw the green eyes of the little baby girl staring at her, and the cold eyes of the little beggar seemed to melt a little. However, he controlled the melting in his eyes very well, froze them again, picked her up, and walked in a certain direction.

He already knows where he should go next and what he should do. He slowly stepped through the snow and squeezed the money bag on his waist, which contained 24 Suras and two Inel.

Dim Mie also wondered where the little beggar wanted to go at first. But as the little beggar moved in his footsteps, it quickly realized the purpose of the little beggar. When the road leaving the city appeared in front of him, the sword sneered again.

"Very smart, leave this city immediately. But what are you going to do?"

The blood-colored pupils flickered secretly, looking at the iron fence on the main road and the soldier who was in charge of guarding in front of the iron fence, searching for the body of every person who wanted to leave the city, sneered: "What is blocking you is A wall made of soldiers. Come, tell me, boy, how will you break through this wall? Or, will you give the baby girl to the other party? This seems like a good choice. Entrust the baby to the government. It’s safer than you taking her everywhere, isn’t it?"

The disappearance of the baby is still not over. On the main road stood five people dressed as soldiers, holding weapons in their hands, searching for every pedestrian. As soon as a person who wants to leave the city holds a baby in his arms, he will be immediately stopped and pulled to a shelter next to the main road. There, a man in a cloak would enter the tent behind with the person holding the baby.

It seems that it is indeed being searched. The little beggar was silent, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd waiting to leave the city, and then towards the five soldiers in charge of the search and the man in the cloak under the tent.

The little beggar did not respond. But at this stage, perhaps handing over the baby to the government silently is indeed the best thing. In this way, he has no responsibility and no obligation. It is not necessary to go on a trip that does not know what it means. Sure enough, doing this... is the best choice.

In response to the dark words in his mind, the little beggar finally nodded silently. His footsteps bypassed the crowds in line and walked slowly towards the iron fence, ready to unload his burden and throw away his responsibilities...

"Woo~~ah~~"

Whisper gently, let the little beggar bow his head. His eyes were reflected in those bright emerald pupils, those slightly muddy eyes... At this moment, the little beggar suddenly stopped.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Dimming's voice slightly mocked.

The little beggar raised his head, his slightly muddy eyes instantly turned back to cold frost! He looked around the soldiers, crowds, and tents again. After that, instead of continuing to move forward, he stepped back quickly and hid in the side lane.

Calm eyes peeked out from the gloomy lane, and after confirming the search outside again, it was as cold as a steel bar that had been frozen overnight in a snowy night. He retracted, holding the little baby girl, and lowered his head. His mind has already begun to move fast, combining all the information he has obtained, and gradually sorting out a clear context.