044, Idiot only need bread

The idiot's hands trembled. From his cold face, it was impossible to tell whether it was due to excitement or anger. He looked at Campa in front of him, and saw that he was drinking high-end wine while looking through the books in his hand, and seemed to have no concern for everything outside.

There was no choice, and the idiot's eyes gradually closed. He turned around, moved slowly towards the door...

"What, do you think I'm cruel?"

Principal Campa raised his eyes from the book and looked at the idiot's back with an indifferent attitude. The idiot did not answer him, but just continued to walk forward.

"But I also know that it is impossible to raise this child by a beggar like you who can hardly even raise yourself. After all, this child is my student's child. If it is not too busy and too troublesome, I wouldn't want to see her die prematurely. Well... I have an idea."

Principal Campa closed the book, picked up his hands and placed it on his chest, and said word by word—

"I will arrange a residence for you in the college so that you can raise her quietly. At the cost, you must become a handyman in the college, complete the various tasks I assigned you, and work hard to earn parenting fees to raise her. How about it?"

The idiot stopped. He turned around and looked at Principal Campa through the table with a pair of suspicious eyes. When he came into contact with those cold eyes, Principal Campa was also the first person to not turn his head immediately. He stared at the idiot quietly, waiting for his answer...

"...What's the benefit of you?"

It is impossible for pies to fall from the sky, and no one will give you a place for no reason and give you enough money to live. The idiot is very clear about the conspiracy behind the "good intention" and always keeps absolute caution about anything that is obtained for no reason.

"Benefits?" Principal Campa seemed stunned at first, but soon he understood something and sneered again, "I just said that this child is the child of my student, which is one of the reasons why I let you live. In addition, I just said that you will be a handyman and participate in the work in the school. Do you think the work I assigned to you will be easy and make money very quickly?"

"No, I will let you do the dirtiest, most tiring, and most unstoppable work. You will have the worst working environment and a inferior status, and a poor salary that is almost equal to zero. This is the price you have to pay, and the benefits I can get. Come, decide. Should you stay? Or get out with this baby girl now?"

The idiot lifted the baby girl's body slightly, making her sleep more comfortable. Faced with Principal Campa's straightforward malice, he thought for a moment...

On the one hand, it is a wandering life where you can die at any time.

On the one hand, although it will be very hard, there is still a place to live and a fixed job to do a life.

For this baby... which path will be better?

"I stayed."

Without any hesitation, the idiot nodded. Principal Campa snorted coldly again, waved his hand, and signaled him to go out first. Just as the idiot was holding the baby girl and turning around to leave the principal's room, Principal Campa asked again-

"By the way, you are going to raise this baby girl. Don't you want to give her a better name?"

Before the idiot walked to the door, he looked down at the baby girl in his arms. He couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met her, and also the first contact between him and this girl...

"bread."

"What?" Principal Campa thought he had heard it wrong and asked.

"Her name is 'bread'."

Principal Campa gently flicked the edge of the wine glass. With a light sound, he seemed to understand something and asked again—

"So, I'll also investigate your identity. What's your father's name?"

"robber."

“…What’s your mother’s name?”

"Bitch."

"What's your name?"

"idiot."

The door closed and the thin figure disappeared after the door. From this moment on, in addition to the enthusiastic students in the Holy Grace Royal Academy, there was another baby girl named "Bread"... and a boy named "Idiot".

If something is to be called a house, what elements do it need to form? A roof, a door, a wall and a window? Well, then to put it another way, if a house has all the above elements but stands among many messy weeds and trees that have not been pruned for a long time, almost completely deserted, with a place where the surface is already covered with vines, and the tiles and walls of the roof are all broken and air-flowing... is that still considered a house?

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines through the dusk and shines into the Royal Academy of Holy Grace, in an extremely remote corner of the college, there is such a house called a house. It is located here from the luxurious student dormitories, beautiful leisure and entertainment squares, student tea restaurants and other buildings, but it only takes a small, overgrown walkway. But the difference in this situation still makes people sigh.

Yes, this place is indeed within the college. And this house that looks like it will collapse at any time, its windows are gently pulled open at this moment.

The dust accumulated by being sealed for too long was raised at this moment. Under the rising sun, the dust seemed particularly eye-catching. The idiot waved his hand, waved the dust out of the window, and then retracted his head.

Yesterday, Principal Campa gave him such a place. Because it was already late, in order to save the almost pitiful lamp oil, the idiot quickly cleaned it up and hugged the baby girl to go to bed. It was early today, and when he looked at the sunlight from the window, he knew what the environment was like.

The floor is wood. Weeds have grown in the cracked cracks, adding a touch of green to the room. In the center of the room, less than 20 square meters, there is a table with broken feet. On the left side of the door is a broken cabinet, where only some cockroaches live. In addition, there is a water tank full of spider webs and a stove that looks equally ragged.

There was a bed at the back of the room. What didn't match this small room was that this bed actually had the smell of a double bed. The wide and large bed board squeezed out a large area in the room, with no bedding on it, only the same rotten wooden board was spread on it very simply, and then some grass was covered.

These are all the decorations in this room.

The idiot got up and tiptoed to pick up the sleeping bread, which was still sleeping, and walked towards the door. He opened the door and let the fresh air in the morning pour into the room. Although the weeds and trees around him looked dirty, the fresh air could not be fake.

At this moment, the genius had just dawned. The idiot held the bread and let her breathe the morning air for a while, and then walked back to the cabin.

"Well, from today on, this is our residence?"

Anmio opened his eyes and his red pupils surrounded the room.

"But in terms of residence, it's really a bit bad. It seems that it needs a major renovation. No! Why do you need to repair it? Then again, that guy asked you to live in such a place, which is a problem! Boy, if you had heard me throw that girl aside, we might have moved to the top of the castle now, and then there are young and beautiful princesses from more than a hundred countries around us who are serving you!"

The idiot ignored these things. Along the way, he had gradually become accustomed to the "crazy words" of this sword. Those things are foolish to ordinary people, let alone him, a beggar with nothing? Just like before, for him, "living" is always the most realistic dream and the best thing to do.

There was no drop of water in the water tank. The idiot walked out with the bucket and turned left. A well covered with ivy appeared in front of him. He pushed away the vines, put down the bucket, and made half a bucket of water. He carried the half bucket back to the room and placed it on the floor, then sat next to the bucket, staring at the water inside.

The water is shaking. Gradually, the water waves are no longer messy and become like a mirror.

...

His bloody eyes opened, he looked at the bucket of water, then looked at the idiot, and suddenly asked, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

The idiot's eyes were still staring at the bucket and staring for a long time. Just when Anmi thought he was going to remain silent again, the idiot suddenly spoke: "Can I drink this water... can I drink it?"

Xue Tong looked at the liquid inside the bucket again and said, "Is that so? Do you suspect there is poison in it?"

"Well, this is one aspect. On the other hand..." The idiot reached out, picked up a pool of clear water droplets, and came to his eyes. "No need Inel, nor Sula to exchange... and no need to steal, rob, or cheat... I can... have water to drink?"

At this moment, the dark migration was connected to the idiot's memory. In that memory, it saw every sip of water that the idiot drank in the north. It was dirty and rotten water, and the turbid smelly ditch was the only water resource he did not need to rob. If he wanted to get clean water, he had to steal money and then buy it. If he had no money, he had to snatch the water from the hands of others. And every snowy day was happy for those who were eager to drink water, because they could hold up those snow-covered mouthfuls and eat it. But because of this, more people would suffer from hypothermia after eating the cold snow, and then weaken their limbs and freeze to death by the cold.
Chapter completed!