When I first met Roy, the 18-year-old Xiaolan was already a popular star in the flower street. But Roy, a silly-looking naughty kid, was only ten years old and was less than her chest.
I don’t know when they started to like the game of pinching his face.
The women in Borabel all like to catch this confused but cute big-headed boy, squeeze his face hard, and watch him deform in his hands like that, and watch him reluctantly turn around again.
He looked resigned and laughed.
Sister Xiaolan enjoys it the most.
No matter Big Head is playing throwing stones with Tom by the river, fighting wooden swords on the street corner, taking a nap in the shop, or holding Hans's horse at the door of a child-free bar, eagerly waiting for Hans to bring him a drink.
...Anyway, as long as it appears in Xiaolan's eyes, it can't escape.
This kind of childish and ridiculous prank made Sister Xiaolan happy from the bottom of her heart. Only at this time, her laughter was unrestrained, giggling, leaning forward and back, instead of the coquettish, reserved and hypocritical coquettishness when she was having fun in a brothel.
laugh.
She is just a prostitute with no dignity and no future. Apart from this game with the big head, she can no longer find a simple and pure happiness.
Sister Xiaolan likes to chat with Roy. Before Roy went to work in a brothel, she often took him to the beach and sat on the stone pier next to the lighthouse, watching the waves crashing onto the rocks and then slowly receding.
Bubbles, and talk to him about those things in her heart that she has no other words to express.
At that time, she was eighteen years old, a time when her body was gradually plumping up and her charm was gradually maturing, and it was also the age when a woman has the richest fantasies.
She told him about a certain knight who she fell in love with after just one glance in the small building. She asked him to help him with ideas like a nymphomaniac. Whenever this kid looked at her with a naive look on his face, he would lose his temper.
Knead him hard and then laugh to yourself.
She told him her dream, to be a female captain, driving a ship that would never sink, sailing from Borabel to the end of the endless sea. In the song of the Sea Banshee, watch the first
Rays of sunshine shining into this world.
When she was happy, she told him, and when she was unhappy, she told him. She would always nag. But he would always look confused, like a fool's tree hole, hiding a lowly but full of beautiful fantasies.
All the secrets of a whore.
Later, Roy worked as a cook and some handymen in a brothel for a while.
Although many sisters loved the time when Roy was here, for Sister Xiaolan, it was the time she liked least.
She didn't like him being at such a close distance and seeing her spinning among men like a butterfly. She didn't like him seeing her with a smiling face, pretending to be happy when someone pinched her butt, and she didn't like it even more.
The stupid tree hole that belongs only to me is pulled by other girls to chat.
Fortunately, although Roy was good at any job, he never worked for long. After three months, he left the brothel and went to work as a young sailor on a fishing boat.
Sister Xiaolan didn't know where this boy got the energy to try so many things. He was only twelve years old when he went to sea. In her words, he "didn't even have hair."
The first time she saw this boy standing like a dwarf among those tall and muscular sailors with thick muscles and thick hair, Sister Xiaolan laughed so hard that she burst into tears.
But a month later, he was already a qualified sailor. After a voyage, he was even respected by the sailors. Except that he was shorter and weaker, he did other things better than everyone else. Who else
Don't treat him like a child either.
But in Sister Xiaolan's eyes, he was just a little naughty kid. She watched this boy grow up little by little, from no longer than her shoulders to as high as her neck. When that bloody night came more than a year ago
By the time, he was already level with her ears.
Xiaolan will always remember that day, and she didn’t know how many times she cried because of it.
After arriving in Munich, everyone would always mention Roy. They talked about the chivalry of this little guy when he rushed into the battle, and told him over and over again about his deeds of killing Buck and Andrew and being named a princess to protect the knights. Then they took pictures.
I bet my heart that he is still alive.
But at the end of every conversation, there was deathly silence.
As time went by, more than a year passed, and no one gave up hope. The only people who firmly believed that he was still alive were only a few people.
Sister Xiaolan is one of them.
No one is willing to argue with her on this issue. She is like a possessed lunatic with no sense. No evidence or logic that is enough to prove that Roy is dead can convince her. Even if anyone dares to say Roy in front of her,
If Yi is dead, she can spit in your face! But today, people discovered that she was right!
Roy is still alive. He is riding a horse, wearing a very impressive leather armor, surrounded by red leaf knights, and appears in the fiery red sunset.
Sister Xiaolan burst into tears.
When she was in a daze or dreaming at night, she had imagined the scene of seeing Roy again many times. Those scenes were tragic and some were beautiful. Sometimes she would be frightened out of her dreams and never sleep again with a sore nose.
I can’t get enough of it. Sometimes I’m overjoyed.
But no matter how gorgeous his imagination was, there was nothing more coquettish than the way this dead child appeared in front of him at this moment.
This guy with a naive look on his face, who always pushed his big head to take advantage of his breasts when he was kneading him, is back. He has grown taller. What's damning is, not only does he dare to be more than half a head taller than me,
And he dares to grow into a handsome little man that makes people blush and their heart beats!
Roy was getting closer and closer. Sister Xiaolan watched him pass through the crowd and watched him dismount in front of her. Then, she heard the little bastard yelling shyly as usual, with a hint of damn shyness.
"Sister Xiaolan."
"You damn little bastard..." Sister Xiaolan cried and laughed, gritting her teeth.
She stood there, with tears overflowing, and looked at the grown-up Roy. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, and she rushed over with her teeth and claws, and pinched his face.
On the other side, Hans walked towards Sally.
"Hans..."
Sally called to the man walking in front of her somewhat unconfidently.
Her expression was blank and frightened. Although Hans had always been by her side, shielding her and her daughter from the wind and rain, and was as strong as a stone. But in her understanding, he was just a man who also lived in the slums.
A powerless little policeman who is worried about his life.
A few minutes ago, Sally thought the retribution for her willfulness had come.
As a mother, she has long passed the age of a young girl. The hardships of life should have taught her to be smarter and more realistic. However, despite the strong objections of many of her fellow villagers who came to Munich with her, she still
Hans was chosen.
For this reason, she even offended many sisters from her hometown who took the initiative to help her.
In the eyes of other women, no matter how good Hans was, he would not be able to earn ten dollars even if he dug up all the dirt in this poor house and squeezed it dry. When she walked out, she was just the wife of a little police officer. No matter it was
In terms of status and status, there is a huge difference compared to those noble ladies wearing beautiful clothes and sitting in carriages.
They used their life experiences to tell her that this was wrong. They even predicted that when disaster strikes one day, her home, which is completely unable to withstand the wind and rain, will collapse immediately!
Just now, the women from the same country who had advised her were standing in the crowd, looking at her with pity, shaking their heads and sighing, whispering to each other, and pointing at her. She knew what they were saying without hearing their voices.
What.
Sally was heartbroken. The silent voices, the fingers pointing at her, and the moving lips were like steel needles piercing her heart. Her life turned into pity.
The ridiculous bubbles are popped one by one.
That was her choice, and she swallowed the bitterest pill.
However, just when she was most desperate, Hans came back. Surrounded by a group of red-leaf knights in bright clothes and angry horses, and under the gaze of countless people, he appeared in front of her!
Red Leaf Knight……..
"Madam." A tall knight following Hans smiled and bowed.
Amid the uproar and exclamations of the crowd, Sally's mind went blank. She just responded mechanically and let the tall knight kiss the back of her hand.
On the back of the hand, there was the touch of the knight's beard.
This was a scene Sally had never imagined even in her wildest dreams.
She once saw a woman who could not hide her pride on the street after chatting with a knight of the Munich Guards. She still remembered the envious eyes of the people nearby when they looked at her and the ladies who swarmed after the knight left.
The sound of admiration and compliments.
At that time, she never imagined that one day Hans would come to her under the escort of the Red Leaf Knight. She never imagined that a distinguished knight would call her his wife and kiss her hand.
Holy Emperor, this is the Red Leaf Knight!
They are one of the most powerful knights in the empire. They are the national force of the empire. In terms of identity and status, they are more than ten times higher than the ordinary knights of the Munich Guard! In my ears, I heard the discussion of the crowd.
"He kissed her hand, and oh my God, I was dazzled."
"He even called her Madam!"
"Are you all blind? Didn't you see that when Hans was escorted back by the Red Leaf Knight just now, the knight deliberately lagged half a horse behind him!"
"Isn't he just a police officer? What is their relationship?"
"What's the relationship? Hey, let me tell you, it's a relationship that allows the Red Leaf Knight to publicly escort him back! Look, Kaden is going to be in trouble."
"Want to be unlucky? He is already unlucky!"
"What's the matter?"
"Wait for me to take a breath. I just ran from Bonin Street with the Red Leaf Knight. Give me a sip of water. Come on, let me tell you..."
"real?"
"What did I say earlier? Hans is no ordinary person at first sight. Sally just has good taste and has chosen such a good husband!"
Discussions came one after another, including many envious exclamations from the women from the same village.
Sally felt that she was dreaming. This dream was happy and full of vanity that made people blush and despise her. However, she did not want to wake up.
She called Hans' name.
"It's me!" Hans replied with a smile. His dark and simple face was the same as usual, and the smell of sweat on his body was the same!
Sally threw herself into the man's arms!
This is not a dream!
The appearance of the Red Leaf Knight instantly detonated the whole street. More poor people flocked to this narrow street from all directions. Many children simply climbed up the earth wall, scrambling to see these things even in the most prosperous center on weekdays.
A noble knight who is rare to see on the street.
This is an era of knights. Every child dreams of becoming a knight or marrying a knight from the time he is sensible.
To a boy, a knight is a hero. To a girl, a knight is a prince charming.
They are brave and fair, noble and rich. They are the symbol of this era and the stars that everyone is looking for. Even if they just take a look at it from a distance, they can make countless boys envy and admire them, and they can make many girls who are pregnant with spring unable to sleep at night.
sleep soundly.
However, knights have nothing to do with the ghetto.
This is a cursed place. It is dirty, crowded and chaotic. The poor, slaves, prostitutes, beggars and criminals at the bottom of society live here. All these are mixed together like a stinking mud pond, with the knights clanking.
The bright armor is incompatible with the glorious coat of arms.
No knights will come to the slums. People here cannot have friends with knight status. The distance between them and the knights is as far away as heaven and earth. Secular concepts and strict hierarchy are like a chasm between the two.
People in the world are separated from each other.
Even if there are knights who walk out of the ghetto occasionally, they will never come back here again.
They will quietly take away their families, erase the traces of their lives in the slums, and bury the memories related to them, never to mention them again in this life.
And today, not only did knights come here collectively, but they were also Red Leaf Knights who were far more noble than ordinary knights!
People held their breath and were dazzled.
Nita and his brothers were a little confused. Bertha and Bob had pale faces and weak bodies.
They looked at the coat of arms on the Red Leaf Knight's armor, horse ornaments, shields and gun flags, and watched countless Polabel people swarming up and surrounding the black-haired boy. They were ecstatic, and the young man was jumping up and down,
Calling his name, the elder stretched his hands to his face, tears filling his eyes.
The cheers were deafening!
What is to come will eventually come, and after a while, the world will become quiet.
"Who hit her?" Roy asked when he saw the red marks on Sister Xiaolan's face.
At this time, Sister Xiaolan was talking to Mai Ya'er. She heard the sound and glanced at the Red Leaf Knight next to her, and asked in a low voice: "First of all, are they all your people?"
Roy nodded.
Sister Xiaolan and Mai Yaer looked at each other and laughed.
She was just a lowly prostitute who had always been bullied by others. Especially after arriving in Munich City, they were unfamiliar with the place and they had no idea how many grievances they had suffered.
She is shrewd, vindictive, uneducated, and has no sense of self-cultivation.
She only knows that if Roy, the little bastard, brings a bunch of red leaf knights back to support him and doesn't slap him back, wouldn't the slap I received be in vain? "Roy," Sister Xiaolan's face turned fast.
, she held Roy's hand, turned around and looked at Bertha with a smile, who could no longer stand still, and complained, "It's her, she and the traffickers over there want to take Sister Sally and Carol away.
When we stopped her, she beat me and called me a bitch."
Bertha's face had completely lost all color. Bob beside her had already lost hope.
A few minutes ago, they had the upper hand.
But fate played a huge joke on them. They never even dreamed that lowly prostitutes like Miss Lan, little police officers like Hans, and these Bolabel people in the slums,
There is such a terrifying and luxurious reinforcement camp.
Red Leaf Knight…….
Bertha and Bob felt weak as soon as they saw the knights and soldiers standing aside idly, holding horses, chatting in low voices, and turning to look at themselves from time to time. Now they felt like they were chasing someone.
A rabbit entered the jungle, only to find a giant dragon rubbing its hands and smiling ferociously at them.
Not to mention the low status of a prostitute, a human trafficker and a few thugs compared to the Red Leaf Knight, even in front of the Munich Black Guard Knight, they are as ants.
People looked at the faces of Bertha, Bob and others and felt extremely happy. For more than a year, the people here have been bullied and even insulted by these villains. They are jackals parasitic in the slums.
If given the chance, it will pounce and bite your throat!
Sister Xiaolan showed Bertha a smile that frightened her, and then in front of her, she shook Roy's arm with an aggrieved look and said in a greasy voice: "They bully me, what do you think I should do?
little man."
The little man? Mal'er quietly placed his hand on Roy's waist.
"Do you even need me to tell you?" Roy gritted his teeth in pain and rolled his eyes at Sister Xiaolan, the culprit.
Being teased by Sister Xiaolan was a common occurrence for him. At the same time, he also knew that as long as someone supported him and gained the upper hand, this vain, aggressive and reckless woman could do anything, even if the Pope was in front of her, she would do anything.
Dare to scratch a few bloody marks on his face.
Sure enough, as soon as Roy finished speaking, he saw Sister Xiaolan, who had already been unable to restrain herself, put her hands on her hips, returned to her true character of a fierce woman, and looked around: "Then what are you waiting for? Fight!"
People who had already clenched their fists rushed forward.
The people of Borabel are famous for being united in the slums. In a situation like that just now, everyone could stand up, let alone now.
Bertha, Bob and others were instantly overwhelmed by the crowd. Countless fists and kicks fell like raindrops. Among them, Nita and his brothers worked the hardest. Nita punched and kicked, and the fight was extremely smooth.
The brothers were all as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Nita is just a little mastiff head.
When he stood up to Bob's threat, he didn't think about repaying him. It was just because of the blood of a man and the duty of a gangster to defend his territory!
But he never dreamed that just when he was risking his life, he would inadvertently end up in the same camp as the Red Leaf Knight. A little hooligan may only have one chance to stand out in his life. If he doesn't take the opportunity to earn some performance at this time, he will have to wait.
when?
After a while, Bob and the thugs were no longer human, and Bertha was slapped dozens of times by Sister Xiaolan's gang of tough sisters and several aunt-level women. In the end, several people were like mud,
He was carried by Nita and a group of gangsters and thrown into a garbage dump in the distance.
This beating was like a collective carnival.
Until the people of Polabel surrounded the Red Leaf Knights and walked into Hans' house, until the sun had set on the distant mountain top, everyone was still talking excitedly. Especially a group of young people, who were shouting and happy.
At this time, Roy had already walked into an alley deep in the slums, led by Hans and Sister Xiaolan.
The alley is deep, but appears to be much cleaner than other streets in the slums. The ground is also paved with bluestone slabs. Walking on it, the echo of footsteps is extremely clear. The further you go in, the footsteps gradually disappear. You can only hear the sound coming from behind.
In the mottled wall, there was a sound of metal tapping coming from an unknown depth.
That was the sound of striking iron, the familiar clashing sound of hammer and anvil.
Roy followed the sound and walked forward. Hans and Sister Xiaolan stayed by his side quietly, their eyes getting redder and redr as they watched the boy they had grown up with.
The three of them stopped at the door of a small blacksmith shop whose front was covered by a worn tarpaulin, with some prepared weapons and iron tools placed on a wooden stand next to it.
In the blacksmith shop, the fire was burning brightly. The air was distorted in the heat wave. A rickety figure was swinging the hammer again and again, striking the red iron block on the anvil.
It was an old man, and his hair was gray. The face reflected in the flickering light of the fire was also full of wrinkles.
What he was hammering was an ordinary piece of rough iron. Forging this kind of iron does not require any skills. It only needs to be forged repeatedly with great force while the fire is hot to remove the impurities. Only after it is beaten into refined iron can utensils be forged.
However, since he didn't have an assistant to wield the sledgehammer, he had a hard time hitting. Hammer after hammer. The monotonous sound of hammering echoed in the alley, and sparks flew from the anvil.
Roy looked at him infatuatedly. For a long time, he took off his leather armor and went bare-chested. He picked up a sledgehammer next to him and walked into the store. While the old man was hammering down, he rounded it up and smashed it.
On red iron.
A spark that was ten times more powerful than before spattered across the sky and the ground.
In the fiery red light, the old man suddenly raised his head, took a look, and dropped the hammer.
The hammering sound did not stop.
Once at a time, just like they had cooperated thousands of times before, the big hammer and the small hammer flew at each other. The originally monotonous sound became denser.
Hammer once with a big hammer and three times with a small hammer.
The flaming red iron deformed rapidly under the hammer's blow. Among the flying sparks, the eyes of the two bare-chested men, one old and one young, were already sparkling.
The tears finally burst out uncontrollably. Both men were swinging the hammers and had no time to wipe them away. They just let them flow down their faces and fall down in large drops among the flying sparks.
Amidst the alternating sound of hammers, the man's tears turned into loud sobs, and then howled.
"Dad!"
When Roy cried like a child, threw away the hammer, hugged the tearful old man tightly, and let out this heartbreaking cry from the deepest part of his chest, outside the shop, Hans gritted his teeth.
, don’t go. But Sister Xiaolan has already burst into tears and can’t make a sound.
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Well, because of the slow update, I feel that the chapter is dragging out. However, in addition to the enjoyable plot, I hope this is a flesh-and-blood book. As the same saying goes, there is only a problem of ability, not attitude.