: The first year story 009, late night talk

The blood pupil turned for a moment and saw the baby girl in the arms of the little beggar, and said in a very contemptuous tone: "Human, is she related to you?"
It was a rhetorical question.
The little beggar did not answer. Those indifferent eyes still stopped on the little girl's face. But ten seconds later, he suddenly hugged the little baby girl and started running.
Xuetong didn't speak any more, that eye just stared at the little beggar coldly. After the little beggar ran out of the three alleys, the chain connected to the hilt of the sword suddenly shrank, drawing the entire dagger into the little beggar's right arm tightly bound by the chain, and fixing it.

Now, it is late at night. The entire Senag has become a real "dead city". There was pitch black everywhere, no light, only cold and white snow covering everything. Streets, houses, signs, carriages. Everything is compatible with this cold tone, and no longer refuses their erosion.
But, under a bridge hole. There is a place surrounded by ragged pieces of cloth. From the translucent simple tent, some orange light was revealed, which became another color in this black and white world.
The simple tent was covered with lots of withered grass, and there was also a blanket pulled from other beggars who had died from freezing. The gaps inside the tent are carefully pasted with newspapers. If you paste things like this, there will be more or less in the trash can behind the Civil Affairs Bureau.
A broken oil lamp was placed in the corner of the tent. The light inside was dim, and the burned oil also emitted scorched black smoke. This is normal, because the oil is fished out of the ditch. Even with such a little bit of oil, three beggars broke their heads for it, but in the end they were sneaked by the little beggar.
The little baby girl was placed on the withered grass, her complexion still not very good. The little beggar pulled away the blanket beside her and covered her. Afterwards, he took a jug by the haystack, walked out of the tent, and drew a half jug of water from the river.
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However, the little beggar stood by the riverside holding the small half pot of water and did not move.
"Hey, human boy, what's wrong with you?"
The voice of the blood pupil echoed in his head, but the little beggar still did not answer as before. He just stared blankly at the river in front of him, at the rotting wood floating in it, the corpses of wild dogs, the smelly silt and the ink-like water. After a while, he turned his head and looked at the white snow falling from the sky next to him...
"Wow."
The small half pot of water was all poured out. The little beggar walked out of the bridge hole with the water bottle, dug out the snow on the ground and wiped the water inside the water bottle, then came to the bridge, lightly hit some fresh snow from the handrails of the bridge, and then walked back to the bridge hole, beside the tent Build a simple stove with bricks, pull out the dead grass in the tent, and pull out some wood used to press the tent, and boil water.
The snow slowly melted and turned into water. Then, the water slowly heated up again. The little beggar had a hoarse, dry cough in his throat, and he was also thirsty. Moreover, the dehydration caused by severe blood loss made him almost go crazy seeing these extravagant hot water! But he still resisted, and slowly stretched out his hand to remove the water.
The smell of water... the smell of fresh water... this is not the smell of the dirty river water, but the extravagant use of not much lamp oil in exchange for the wood and dead grass in the tent A sip of water. Looking at these cute liquids that are steaming, they seem to seduce the little beggar, whispering constantly in his ear
Come, drink. You see, how delicious and fragrant we are. You must really want to taste our taste, right?
The little beggar swallowed. He was too thirsty to lower his head and leaned closer to the water...
Blow and blow.
After that, he walked into the tent with the water bottle, got into the blanket, and hugged the little baby girl in his arms. Dip a piece of clean hay in the water and put it next to the baby girl's mouth.
The hot liquid made the little girl open her mouth in a panic. She was hungry and thirsty. The fever has consumed too much energy for her, and she urgently needs nutrition.
"Goo...whoo...whoo...!"
The baby girl made the little beggar stunned for a moment. He suddenly thought of something and took out the half of the bread that had been frozen into popsicles from his arms. He looked at the bread in his hand, and then at the little baby girl who opened and closed her mouth constantly. After hesitating for a long time, he finally bit down the bread, used his own saliva, which had not much saliva, contained the dough into a paste, and fed it into the baby girl's mouth.
A mouthful of bread batter, a mouthful of water. The little baby girl was really hungry and ate her mouthfuls. Soon, she drank up a small pot of water. But thankfully, the little baby girl seems to be full. The little head tilted aside and fell asleep deeply. After thinking about it, the little beggar simply pulled away the torn clothes on his body, put the little baby girl into his arms with the baby, closed the clothes, and then put on the blanket. He just sat leaning against the wall of the bridge hole and turned off the oil lamp.
Tonight, it's finally black and white...
Do not! There is another color that has not rested. At the moment the warm orange light disappeared, the color of blood brightened up!
"Boy, we are free now, and finally we can start a good conversation."
The little beggar stretched out his right hand from the blanket. I saw the black dagger faintly exposed among those chains. And that blood-stained pupil radiated a dazzling light in the small tent!
"First of all, I need to understand. Human kid, I know a little about your character. But before I formally introduce myself, I need you to answer a question."
".................."
"Does this little Nizi have anything to do with you? If it doesn't matter, why don't you throw her away and take care of her? Depending on your answer, I will choose to continue to help you or find another awakener."
The blood pupil stared very wide, exuding endless deterrence. In front of it, as long as someone has any guilty conscience, they will be completely swallowed by this eye!
"Because she is useful."
Indifferently, the little beggar said his plan without hesitation.
"it works?"
"She can sell for money. Girls can sell. Men, no one wants them."
Blood pupil stared at the little beggar, and then there was silence.
But before long, Xuetong spoke first: "Well... do you mean the brothel?"
The little beggar nodded. Quite simply.
"Hey...that's the case. Human kid, from your eyes, I don't see that you are lying. Very good, I am very satisfied with your answer. Okay, let us formally introduce each other. .What is your name."
".................."
The little beggar looked at the blood pupil and did not answer.
Xuetong snorted, his tone a little unsatisfactory: "Hey, what is your name?"
".................."
"...Boy, it looks like you are really uncooperative."
"......I don't have a name."
The little beggar was extremely cold, and said this sentence.
"No name? Huh, how did your parents call you?"
"Idiot, son of a bitch, bastard, eat rice."
"... Then what do people around you call you?"
"Thieves, beggars, garbage, mold, dirty ghosts, bad guys."
The meaningless dialogue went on for several consecutive rounds like this. After this time, the blood pupil stopped asking questions and the little beggar stopped answering. One red and two blacks began to stare at each other again, but the baby girl in the little beggar's arms felt the warmth of being held tightly, and her breathing gradually became steady.
After a long time...
"Well, kid, let's get to the basics again. How old are you?"
"Ten years old."
"Very good. Where is your father?"
"died."
"Oh? How did you die?"
"Robbery and killed by soldiers."
"Oh~~~? Interesting, do you want revenge?"
"I don't want to."
"……why?"
"I couldn't live, so I died."
"...What about your mother?"
"died."
"How did you die?"
"The prostitute couldn't agree, was killed by the prostitute."
"Don't you want revenge?"
"Yes."
"How old did your parents die when you were?"
"Father, five years old. Mother, six years old."
"Who will feed you for the next four years?"
"Myself."
The conversation was interrupted again. Xuetong and the little beggar looked at each other again. For nothing else, just because this kind of conversation is too short and too worthless. Xuetong was even surprised to find such a child to hold him this time!
"Hey... I said, can you say more? Answer whatever I ask. It's too short, right?"
".................."
This time, the little beggar did not even answer.
"Okay, okay, I already know your basic situation. There is no father or mother, and you don't even have a name. The words can be short. Um... By the way, you tell me how you got me."
The little beggar was silent for a while. He lowered his head and looked at the baby girl in his arms. The little girl slept soundly, but she seemed to have a little bit of burning. Seeing this, he gently pulled the blanket and rolled himself and the little baby girl tighter.
"A man gave it to me."
"Oh~~~?" Xuetong suddenly became interested and said, "Then, has that man ever said what my name is?"
"......Magic sword, dark die."
"Heh, Annihilation? Demon Sword, Annihilation? Okay, yes. From now on, I will call this name."
The little beggar stared at the blood pupil with no expression. An Mie also replied with a glance and coldly snorted: "Why, you don't believe this is my name, do you?"
"…………Do not believe."
"Oh, I don't believe it either. However, at this stage, I don't need to tell you all of my name and origin. You just have to obey my instructions, and I will naturally give you this life... No, I'm afraid It is the honor and wealth that the entire continent cannot imagine. By the way, what is the name of this continent now?"
"...Sad Continent."