Chapter 1020: Trouble comes to your door

"Hey, are you feeling better? You can go on your own anyway."

Jeluka in my arms caused great inconvenience to walking. It would be better if I could hug her whole, but I don't want to do such a thing. Just in this situation, the passers-by around me are so envious.

His hateful gaze seemed to penetrate the cloak and directly burn every inch of skin on his body.

Huh... Huh, you just don't understand the nature of this dirty maid. If you knew, no matter how beautiful and charming this guy is, he would never look like this again. There are so many people in this world who only know this.

A superficial character who is deceived by appearance.

Just when I was lamenting the deterioration of the world, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the noise in a corner of the street. This... it can't be called a noise. After all, it's just a group of brats who haven't grown up. In this situation, don't

It is said to be a fortress of demons, even if it is in other places, it is not worth the effort for adults to take a quick look.

Therefore, although I really wanted to pass this scene with a fleeting glance, unfortunately, just in that glance, I discovered something that I couldn't ignore.

Huh? Isn’t that guy in the middle the kid who was hit by Jeluka when we just went to the bar?

She has an appearance that is even more pitiful than that of an ordinary poor child, and an extremely thin body. Therefore, even when we met for the first time, he (she) did not completely raise his head to let me see his true appearance (in fact, even if

You may not know it when you see it, but the thin face has patches of black that look like it has been smeared with carbon), but I still recognized him (her) at a glance.

The appearance of being surrounded and bullied by other children, although this situation is very common and can be laughed off, but when I think of the thin body that I occasionally touch, I shake it off and there is no way I can ignore it no matter what.

"Look, little Heitan, Little Heitan is here again."

Surrounded by six or seven children, his thin body was so strong that he could not escape. Then he was pushed to the ground with a crash. A child's loud shouting voice came over, and then a group of people burst into laughter.

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"Ah, you are so dirty. If you don't wash your hands now, you will be scolded when you go back."

The arrogant kid who was pushed down seemed to be the little leader of the group. He waved his hands and looked at the bullied person who fell to the ground with more disgust than looking at garbage.

"Boss Peak, you are definitely going to be scolded. Even if you wash it with water, it will not be easy to clean." Another child agreed, and then there was another burst of ridicule.

"Look, the hair on this piece of black coal is messier than my doghouse. Wow, it smells so bad. You might even find dog fleas on it, hahaha."

"That's right, such a guy might as well live in the mine. Heaped up with the black coal, no one can tell them apart."

"It's called Hei Tantou originally. Aren't we all one family?"

Another burst of ridicule.

"No, no, how can you say that?" The leading boy named Peak proudly stretched out his hand to stop the ridicule of his subordinates.

"In any case, this little black charcoal also has a father and a mother, but it looks like a skinny charcoal head. Maybe it was mistaken for black charcoal and thrown away, right."

"Boss Peak is right. If I were this guy's parents, I would have thrown it away a long time ago. It's so dirty and disgusting."

The thin child, who had been lying on the ground, seemed to be used to it, and silently endured this humiliation. After hearing the words of his parents and being abandoned, his body couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, a few golden gold coins

He rolled out of the thin body that was shaking violently.

"Look, gold coins." The child who first discovered this scene screamed.

"How could this guy have gold coins on him? He must have stolen them."

"That's right, it was stolen and confiscated."

"Not only must it be confiscated, but the thief must be beaten up. For stealing, even if he is beaten to death, it is not an exaggeration."

They are obviously the age of children, but your cruel words are coming from these people.

"If you dare to touch that gold coin with your dirty hands, I won't mind twisting it off."

Just when Pike, the leader of the children, was bending down to take the gold coins for himself with a look of joy on his face, a low and cold voice like a sharp knife came, and he felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer on his chest, his face changed.

He palely took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

For powerful adventurers like the Demon Fortress in the Second World, a child with no fighting power is like an ant. If he thinks about it, he can probably do something that can kill him even with a breath.

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I really can't stand listening to it anymore. These guys, even if placed in places full of human darkness, are definitely a bunch of bad little bastards who are so bad that their toes are covered with pus.

Supporting Jeluka, I turned around the corner and looked coldly at these little mice hiding in dirty corners, doing dirty things.

It's too easy to punish these little guys, so easy that I can't do it. It would be great if they were all monsters with some strength, and I could kill them without blinking an eye.

Suddenly, Jeluka, who had been nuzzling in my arms, stood up straight, strode forward in front of my stunned eyes, and kicked the six or seven children away one by one.

This... this guy, what is he doing? Isn't he obviously drunk? Where is the energy coming from? Could it be that he has been pretending to be drunk and deliberately let me enjoy the light and shadow of swords and swords thrown at me by countless pairs of eyes on the street?

Suddenly I realized this, and I couldn't help but gnashed my teeth in hatred. He was indeed a very narrow-minded guy. In order to avenge her for not knowing when he offended her, he would rather endure the timidity and fear that arises when he comes into contact with men. This kind of lose-lose situation.

Her terrible revenge methods are worthy of the pornographic maid I know.

After reacting, I realized that this is not what I should be worrying about now. Is the child who was kicked out okay? This is not a monster, but a child. In front of Jeluka, who has advanced strength in the pseudo-realm, even outside

Those monsters are just the same as those made of paper, let alone these guys.

Although I don't have the slightest fondness for these guys who have a dark personality since they were young, I won't go to the extent of killing them all. Of course, the more important thing is that I don't want Jeluka to leave any life behind because of this kind of thing.

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Fortunately, for some unknown reason, Jeluka, who hated fighting, even stepped forward and kicked her, but she still controlled her strength. Several children were kicked several meters away and lay there for a while, swaying.

stood up, but they were obviously not having a good time, especially the kid from Peak. It was obvious that his left hand and right leg were still kicked with a force that was extremely controlled for a pseudo-field master.

The fragility was unnaturally distorted, and blood was gurgling on the forehead, half of the face was dyed red. Even for the residents of the Demon Fortress who are used to being injured, this kind of injury is considered serious. If it is not handled carefully,

Maybe this little life will be over.

After giving everyone a kick happily, Jeluka walked back with a swaying pace that seemed to be still drunk, staggered to the front, lowered her head, and put her head in my arms again.

"You guy, how come..."

Before I finished speaking, I stopped immediately.

Jeluka's shoulders were shaking slightly. No matter how you thought about this reaction, there was only one possibility.

"Jeluka, you..."

He gently lifted his face in his arms. Although there were no tears, his purple pupils were obviously very moist, like a stubborn child holding back tears.

Yes, that's right.

I suddenly remembered what Colgate said. The Colgate sisters were also abandoned by their parents. Although Colgate no longer cared about it, the stingy Jeluka must still be worried about it. The words of those children just now must be

Let her be touched.

"Good boy, don't cry. Don't you still have Kaluge, Artoria, Grandma Arlandan, and... ahem, um, and me? Can we quarrel?"

I don’t know if the comfort was effective. Anyway, Jeluka lowered her head again and rubbed it in my arms a few times. She probably wanted to wipe away the tears in her eyes. Really, how could this guy put me in my arms?

What should I take it to be? It was the same before. Taking advantage of my carelessness, I wiped the mouth that I had just chewed on the barbecue on my sleeve.

"You...you guy, just wait and see."

A group of scarred children had already supported each other and left in a hurry. Listening to the cruel words left behind at the end, it seemed that it was the guy named Peak. What a villain's cannon fodder-like line for a lost dog.

"are you OK."

After Jeluka calmed down a bit, I squatted down and helped the thin child up who was staggering to his feet.

Shake your head, shake your head.

The little guy, who seemed a little shy, just lowered his head, shook his head, and took a step back. This small step gave people the impression that he was refusing to contact everyone.

"Is it hurt? Let uncle take a look."

It seemed that he could not refuse my enthusiasm, or perhaps he had to accept it because of fear. In short, after hesitating for a moment, the child still stretched out his thin arm and raised his head slightly.

When he raised his head, the bangs that were almost perpendicular to his cheeks were slightly parted, revealing the face that had been hidden behind him.

"..."

As expected, it was as expected, the whole face seemed to have been smeared with carbon, it was so black that it was impossible to distinguish the appearance. The outline of the face was extremely thin, almost out of shape. However, what touched people the most was,

Still the same eyes.

The eyes are obviously very slit, making people think that if they were fully opened, they would be big and bright eyes, but they were tightly squinted, and the upper and lower eyelashes were almost stuck together, leaving only a slight gap.

These are such a pair of heart-wrenching eyes, just like the mood of a child right now, fearful, isolated from the world outside the eyes, just opening a necessary gap, sneaking from behind, using a colorless gray

His eyes, staring at a small piece of land, can only allow him to live numbly, that small piece of mediocrity.

He touched the disheveled head with pity. It was covered with soot and had a greasy feeling. After just touching it a few times, the palm of his hand turned black.

But I still stroked it gently. Compared to this closed, cold heart, if I could just get my hands dirty and make it feel even a hint of warmth, it would definitely be worth it.

How many times have I been looked at by the dying person with the same eyes and eyes? How long can this tiny life, like a candle in the wind, last?

In other words, death is a kind of happiness?

Although a long time ago, I always thought that this statement was unreasonable. If you die, everything will be gone. How can you talk about happiness? But in this dark continent, after being baptized by all kinds of eyes, I fell silent.

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"Sir...sir..."

The dry and blackened lips were slightly opened, revealing the white teeth inside. The sound, which was as sharp and sweet as a clear and sweet song coming from the mouth of a mud beast, came out from the gap between the cracked white teeth.
To be continued...