010, you can exchange money ()

"Sad Continent?... Interesting. Very interesting name. So what era is it now? Second Era? It shouldn't be."

"The Third Era, January 1180, deep winter."

"Well... I remember. Boy, I hope you can remember today and this day, because in the next time, you will deeply understand how important this day will be to you."

The little beggar looked at Anmio silently and let him speak. After he finished speaking, the little beggar suddenly said, "Anmio, how can I take you down?"

Anmi stared at the little beggar and sneered: "What, do you feel it hurt? Remember it for me. In the days to come, every time you accept more power from me, it will hurt like this. Unless you cut off your arms, these chains connecting your blood vessels will never be loose."

After hearing this, the little beggar stopped talking. He felt a little regretful about this. And An Mie snorted, and his red pupils slowly closed and turned into thin lines, disappearing instantly as if it appeared. The blood in the cave was absorbed by a sword and printed in. The red light in the tent disappeared, and this time, he finally got to sleep...

What a pity.

After closing his eyes, the little beggar felt extremely regretful in his mind hidden behind his expressionless face.

The sword that cannot be taken down...that means that this dangerous thing cannot be dismissed and replaced by Sura...

A night of snowstorm passed. Senag ushered in a rare morning of sunshine. The slightly frozen river water was sprinkled with dripping gold, and white carpets covered the entire street.

Under the bridge, a little bit of sunlight was rare. Although it was extremely rare, the golden color still painted the tent with warm colors. With the sound of carriages gradually sounding on the bridge deck, the tent moved.

The little beggar's head was exposed... No matter how warm it was outside, his vigilant eyes were always looking around. The mice that were about to leave the hole would carefully observe the situation around him to prevent him from becoming a breakfast for the eagle and snake as soon as he showed up.

The tent cloth was lifted, and the little beggar slowly walked out of it. He was holding the little baby girl in his arms, and it seemed that he had never let go of it all night.

The early morning air penetrated through the bridge hole, bringing a cold that was different from the blizzard. The little beggar couldn't help but tremble, hugging the swaddle in his arms tighter with his hands and lowering his head.

There were a little water droplets on her face, and colorful light reflected in the morning sunlight. On her red cheeks, her faint breathing continued. She touched her with her hands... and she still didn't get away.

The little beggar grabbed some fresh snow and put it in the kettle to boil, but the result of this was that he had no wood to hold the tent and could not resist the next blizzard. He bit his mouth and swallowed it with saliva. After his stomach felt a little more abundant, he tore the bread into small pieces, put it into the kettle and boiled it together, dipped it with his fingers, and fed it to the baby girl bit by bit.

"Woo...wow..."

Feeling the sweet smell of the food, the little baby girl opened her mouth slightly and sucked the little beggar's fingers. Perhaps because she was so hungry that her sucking seemed very powerful. The small hands also hugged the little beggar's fingers, and held them tightly with her weak force, refusing to let go.

The little beggar feeds it bit by bit. This breakfast took him too much time. For an hour, he repeated the movement of wet his fingers and feeding the baby girl.

But if that's all, it's OK.

Suddenly, the little beggar's hand suddenly stopped. At the same time, the little baby girl in her arms suddenly trembled slightly. Then, she showed a relaxed expression as if she had solved some problem, exhaled, and fell asleep again...

The warm liquid was passed through the swaddle to the little beggar's hand. The liquid penetrated along the chains into the wound of his right arm that had not yet healed, and emitted a gentle sting. When the cold wind in the morning was blown, the warm liquid turned into coldness.

The little beggar looked at the baby girl in his arms silently, with a pair of cold and ruthless eyes embedded on his expressionless face. He encountered "trouble", and this "trouble" would definitely take up a lot of his "working" time and add a lot of unpaid work.

The cold wind took away the warmth of the liquid. In the cold swaddle deep in the deep, the little baby girl's expression gradually became uncomfortable. Finally, she opened her mouth and used the only weapon that the baby could use - crying, and declared her discomfort.

"Human boy, according to your statement, how should we solve it?"

Anmi's tone was a little teasing. He seemed to be very interested in appreciating the little beggar's next actions.

“…do your own business.”

The little beggar looked coldly at the crying baby girl in his arms—

"Your parents are dead, and in this world, no one will come to help you clean up your body."

After saying that, the little beggar walked back to the tent, threw the crying baby girl on the pile of hay, turned around and walked out of the tent...

...

The morning time is almost over. The noon sun is hanging, emitting a rare enthusiasm. The pedestrians on the road are all wrapped in thick cotton coats, wide, thick and warm shoes, and step on the snow. On winter days, even on sunny days, it is still so cold.

Next to the bridge, a simple shelf built of branches was erected. On the shelf, there were cloth pieces dancing in the wind. It was the swaddling clothes of the little baby girl. They were wiped clean by snow water and hung there waiting for the air to dry.

Under the bridge hole, the little beggar's upper body was**. He shivered, his lips were purple, and his arms were tightly held with both hands. After throwing some dead grass covered with filth into the river, he got into the tent and looked at the little baby girl lying in the pile of dead grass, covered by his blanket.

"Boy, I can't understand your actions."

The little beggar shook his torn coat, turned the inside over, carefully picked up the baby girl, and put her into the worn but clean and warm coat. After folding the clothes, he picked up the baby girl again, then rolled up the blanket, wrapped it with the baby girl in his arms.

"She can switch to Sura."

The little beggar walked out of the tent and felt the biting cold of winter invading his skin.

"If it's dirty and smelly, there will be fewer Sura that can be replaced."

After saying this, the little beggar shivered again and stepped into the winter at noon.

What is the most in a border city full of order and chaos?

Flower streets.

It is precisely because of the smoky here that this ancient tradition survives in various dirty places like cockroaches.

In the northeast corner of Sennag, this is a place where venereal diseases, smokers, robbers, and murderers are famous in the city. Even if covered by ice and snow, it cannot cover the chaos and disastrousness that spread in this area. The rich will never come to such places. They have money and can enjoy more high-end women, but will not come to such places. Choose those sexual practitioners who want to be beautiful but have no taste, just like pieces of fat waiting for people to do it.

But there is one thing that even the rich will admit, or agree with very contempt. This is the place where the poor vent their lives, and it is also a place where various criminal transactions are very frequent.

The little beggar hurried in the alley, and the mouse longing for survival peeked out in the dark corner. After confirming that there was no one walking on the street at noon, he lowered his head, walked onto the street with his baby girl in his arms, and walked in this alley in the flower street.

"Where are you going?" An Mie mocked in his mind.

"Go and exchange her for money." The little beggar replied very simply.

"Ha, it's interesting. Hey, she's looking at you, look."

The little beggar lowered his head, slightly lifted the blanket and looked in. The little baby girl was awake. She opened her eyes like emeralds, a little scared, but she looked at the little beggar's face very focused.

The little beggar's footsteps slowed down slightly. He also looked at the baby girl in his arms and looked at the red face. Her eyelashes were very long, and her small lips looked a little white. In her gentle breath, bursts of milk smell came out... It was very sweet and smelled very good.

The little beggar's hands suddenly trembled slightly. He turned his head away and stopped looking at those innocent eyes. Yes, she should not look at him with such a look, nor should she look at him with such dependence. Because soon, the person who was looking at the emeralds would change her to Sura, and then throw her into the kiln and fend for herself.

"Woo...ah...wow...wow..."

The meaningless mumbling sound came from the little beggar's arms, and her spirit seemed to be much better. However, the little beggar accelerated and ran to her destination.

Pink girl.

The largest tavern in Huajie Lane, a tavern specializing in selling inferior wine and cheap practitioners, has such a vulgar name. This is a gathering place for prostitutes and a place where hooligans and thieves fight.

It's noon now, and the pink girl has not opened yet. After a little beggar glanced at the main entrance of the pub, he immediately walked around to the back of the pub to take out the garbage. Then, he knocked on the door.

...

"Hey"

The peeping window on the door was opened, and a face full of sinister and philanthropic emerged from it.

"Who?"

"I."

The man looked down and sneered after seeing the little beggar. Then he pulled up the peeping window, and two minutes later, the door was pulled open.
Chapter completed!