Evil always comes from courage

The person in front of me was stunned. I could clearly see in the dim carriage that the expression on his face quickly solidified and then changed into an angry expression.

He punched me hard and knocked me to the ground, then grabbed me by the collar and roared;

"Why! Why don't you protect her! Aren't you her favorite brother?"

I struggled subconsciously, and then relaxed. I wanted to retort, how I wished I could die for my beloved sister, how I wished the person who was hurt was not her, and how much I wanted to save her. , but I was powerless. It was meaningless to say this now, everything was over.

When he raised his fist again, I just lay there motionless. I just glanced at him wordlessly, ready to Accept the anger that follows.

However, after waiting, there was no pain, no fists, only drops of tears falling on my neck and dripping on my cheeks. This guy actually cried.

I lay there, looking at Moving, looking at the dark baffle inside the carriage, I always felt that the darkness was extremely scary. Fang Ruo had a pair of eyes hidden somewhere, staring at me. It wasn't until a long time later that the man stopped crying. Get off me and sit in the corner on the other side, but still wipe away tears from time to time.

After a long time, the carriage finally stopped jolting and quickly stopped. It was already dark outside, and everything looked desolate.

The driver The people who made the fire and the people who made the fire were a few mercenaries. I had never seen them before, at least they were not the group of people who killed Feili Isama and Lord Langbudenjot Mitchum that day.

I looked at the fire and stared at the people. I was fascinated by the crackling fire for a long time, and I don’t know how long it took before I fell asleep unknowingly.

The next day, the carriage started again, and a mercenary I didn’t know suddenly grabbed me when I climbed into the carriage. of hair, pulled me from it, and murmured;

"You kid, don't make such a stinky face for me. If it weren't for the fact that your blond hair can be sold for a good price, who would want this half-dead thing like you? Come here."

As he spoke, he pulled my hair and walked towards the place where I slept before. He quickly threw me away, and I fell to the ground and looked at his face. It was a face. The man was covered with scars. I don’t know if his face was scratched by his enemy or how.

I still didn’t understand what he wanted to do until he escaped from his arms and threw half a piece of dusty bread on the ground. He stepped on it a few times with his muddy boots and ordered angrily;

"Give it to me. Before I get the money, you'd better accept it obediently. Next time you let me see you not eating, I will let you eat horse manure!"

I picked up the broken piece of bread without saying a word, brought it to my mouth obediently, and just took a bite, when the man lost his temper for no reason, kicked the piece of bread away, and pulled me up. After getting into the carriage, just before closing the curtain, he suddenly grabbed my face and said with a ferocious expression;

"Listen kid, there are a lot of people who want kids with your hair color, don't make me regret getting you out of there."

Soon we arrived at our destination after a day of running around. It was a city. We were all sent to a church's almshouse. The fierce-looking scar-faced mercenary was also negotiating the price at the door.

This kind of thing is very strange. It is common that many homeless people will be"sent" to relief homes under various churches. Children are the most popular, because over time some people will come to adopt them, and they can also be given a job where they can live and work.

Of course, there are adoption fees and rewards, and the money given to the mercenaries is only called the carriage fee that good-hearted people should pay during their journey.

"This time I have the blond hair you asked for last time, but the price is not enough."

Outside the carriage, the mercenary had a heated discussion with an elderly missionary. After only a few words of discussion, he suddenly shouted in a loud voice;

"What? You guys are still picking girls. Didn’t you just say it was a child last time?"