Allen looked at the endless ice fields in the distance, feeling a little bored.
He has been a city gate guard of the Kingdom of Elsie for several years. At first, he was very interested in admiring the polar beauty of Jibing City, but he was soon defeated by the unchanging scenery.
To be honest, anyone who looks at the same white clouds every day for several years will lose interest. Anyway, he is tired of the beautiful scenery that is very shocking to foreigners.
After looking at the fur and leather armor worn by the adventurers entering the city, and then at the standard light armor he was wearing, Allen smiled proudly.
When the scenery loses its fun, of course the fun is transferred to the people.
Especially when the other person's living standard is not as good as yours.
As the captain of the city gate guard of Jibing City, Allen has seen countless people passing by, and he feels that he has already developed a pair of piercing eyes.
For example, judging from the outlines of their bodies, the two female assassins in the adventurer team that were about to enter the city must be two beauties.
Especially that one, although her face is covered, it can be seen from the exposed purple eyes and silver ponytail that this little beauty may have strong Elsie royal blood.
Thinking of this, Alan shivered inexplicably as if he had thought of something.
He put away his careless attitude and walked towards the adventurer team.
"You are not from this city, and each of you needs to pay a city fee of two silver coins." Erwin, the city gate guard, looked at the few people who were obviously a team of adventurers, with a straight face and a businesslike look.
"Here, here are six silver coins..." Giselle nodded and was about to take out the silver coins from the space ring when she heard some strange words coming from the city gate.
"Erwin, let them come in without charging them entry fees. I know these people..."
Allen walked over quickly, patted his subordinate on the shoulder, turned to Giselle and said.
"Miss Swordsman, please go directly to the city with your companions. You don't have to pay the city fee."
After saying that, Allen deliberately gave the masked petite female assassin a meaningful look and showed his most 'bright' smile, implying that the little royal beauty in front of him should remember his kindness.
"Maybe she will be unable to extricate herself from her handsome appearance, ah! Sometimes being too handsome is a sin..."
"Who is this guy? He has a disgusting look on his face like "I know you best" and he smiles at me so disgustingly... Do I know you? I don't even know who I am now? Can I know you? You understand A hammer!"
The young man looked at the city gate guard strangely, and secretly slandered him in his heart.
The other party seemed to have waived the entry fee for his team, and his attitude towards him was a little too attentive. As the saying goes, being courteous for nothing is either a traitor or a theft. The other party's behavior was weird, and it must have other meanings that he didn't understand.
After nodding to the other party with "goodwill and friendliness", he couldn't help but lower his head and began to think deeply, wondering whether he should take some time to kill this guy who had other plans for him.
All danger and malice need to be nipped in the bud.
Seeing that the masked girl accepted his kindness, Allen raised his eyebrows in excitement. He got out of the way and bowed to welcome everyone into the city.
Erwin, who was standing next to him, looked at his boss's behavior with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Of course Allen didn't see the rude look from his subordinates.
For him, who is excited about receiving a 'positive response', this is his wonderful life.
Spend every day leisurely in a daze, collect more entry fees from despicable foreigners when necessary, bow your head to please others when necessary, and maybe one day a noble person who likes you will bring you higher status and opportunities. ?
In today's Jibing City, talent cannot be promoted as quickly as flattery. After all, he is not willing to take advantage of the promotion tool of his boss who can already be his grandfather.
To take a step back, even if I am willing, that 'grandpa' still isn't willing...
I'm afraid Erwin will never learn these things. It's no wonder that he has been working here for more than ten years and is still a small janitor.
Seeing Erwin looking at him with dissatisfaction, Allen put his arms around him and pulled him to say something.
Hearing that Allen was going to invite him to eat at Sears' Pocket again tonight, Erwin hesitated and decided not to pursue Allen's illegal operation just now.
Allen glanced at Erwin with contempt in his eyes. A person like this would probably have to be a doorman for the rest of his life.
After the interlude, Giselle and everyone went directly to the Adventurers Association in Jibing City.
The young man looked at the beautiful buildings that looked like ice crystals and observed all kinds of strange and weird races.
From the first moment I saw the long-eared, green-haired archer in the team, I knew that there seemed to be more than just humans in this world.
On the way back, he had seen other tall elf archer girls with exquisite appearance and elegant temperament. He had also seen a short but muscular dwarf holding a hammer in his hand and a round shield in his left hand. Even he looked at it. A tall and muscular beastman with green muscles and huge fangs was carrying an orc girl with cat ears and a cat tail on his way...
Although the team members were very wary and disgusted with orcs, they did not start fighting as soon as they met like some thin but brutal goblins, which made the young man slightly concerned.
His subconscious didn't seem to be surprised by these strange races, which meant that these races were within his cognitive scope, but what the hell was that?
The young man stared blankly at the two animals arguing face to face on the smooth stone slabs of the street.
One of the animals was obviously an owl. I didn’t know if it was an eagle owl. It had a pair of big, round eyes and its beak was opening and closing rapidly, saying something.
The other one is a big yellow dog. It sticks out its tongue from time to time and opens and closes its mouth. Sometimes it bites its tongue when it is anxious and howls in pain.
Seeing the two sides opening and closing their mouths and speaking the language used by the team members at each other, the boy's mouth widened in astonishment.
That...were we arguing? Were we scolding people...were we scolding animals? Animals can actually talk?
Have all the animals in this world become spirits?
Fortunately, he was covered with black cloth below his eyes, otherwise wouldn't it have been revealed that he knew nothing now?
Seeing that the big yellow dog seemed to be unable to convince the other party, he got really angry, opened his mouth wide and lunged forward to bite the owl. However, he saw the owl spread its wings and flew up with a look of disdain, and smashed the big yellow dog in its mouth while roaring. A piece of bird shit.
The big yellow dog was so angry that he fell to the ground and rolled his eyes...
I don’t know if it’s because I’m angry or fumed…
The young man seemed to understand what the majestic owl in the sky said.
"You're dumbfounded, stupid dog, I can fly! Ha tui"
Tracy looked at the prince who turned to look back at the quarrel between the intellectual beasts. She pulled him funny and gestured to follow the team, but she was secretly muttering in her heart. Didn't your highness see this situation enough? The intellectual beasts are fighting. Whatever is good to see, just leave and be done with it...
Maybe he damaged his brain and really lost his memory?
Thinking of this, Tracy's eyes were so gentle that they could shed tears. She held the boy's hand tightly and wouldn't let go, which soon made the boy's palms sweat.
Seeing Tracy's gentle eyes caring for him (who is mentally retarded), the boy was a little confused.
But he didn't know what to say, so he had to come to his senses and wait until later to find out what happened to the talking animals.
When he looked back, the young man suddenly felt that he was very familiar with this scene. This kind of contradictory thinking made the young man's head hurt, so he stopped thinking and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Hey, boss lady, do you have any extra work for me? I'm just looking for a place to take a bath and have a meal, even if it's leftovers..."
A young man wearing a simple coarse cotton-padded jacket stood at the door of the shop, exuding a strong stench. Regardless of the vigilant and disgusted eyes around him, he shouted in embarrassment to the owner of a shop next to him.
"No, no, you can go to someone else's house and ask."
The proprietress glanced at him and saw that the young man looked like a beggar. She turned her head, waved her hands in disgust, and said without looking back. However, her eyes lit up when she saw a group of adventurers who were obviously well-dressed.
The young man looked at this scene bitterly and laughed at himself, but he quickly cheered up and walked towards the next shop.
The young man looked at the landlady who had been arrogant just now. Now he was smiling and greeting his group warmly. He ignored the landlady and looked at the young man's back again.
For some reason, the boy felt a faint sense of familiarity with this young man.
After thinking for a moment and touching his bulging pocket, the young man ignored the surprised members of the team and suddenly broke away from the team and ran towards the young man.
Tracy was about to grab the young man, but when she saw Giselle shaking her head, she stopped, and everyone slowly followed her.
The young man did not go far.
He was rejected again. Looking at the indifferent shopkeeper, the young man sighed, looked at his hands that were red and chapped from the cold with trembling eyes, breathed out a breath of hot air, endured the pain of cracked skin and rubbed them carefully, and continued As he walked to the next store, he found someone tapping him on the shoulder.
Turning his head, a petite young assassin was looking at him intently with a pair of big, beautiful violet eyes.
The young man was stunned.
There was no contempt or boredom in the girl's eyes that he had seen before, nor was there the sympathy and pity that he hated the most...
There was only peace, only recognition, and only encouragement in her eyes.
It seems to be telling myself, don’t give up, don’t feel inferior, and stay strong.
It was as if this person was a good friend that he had known before, even though he had never had any friends.
Friends, a beautiful word farthest away from me, a fantasy that I never dare to hope for.
The young man had always believed that the distance between warmth and touching was further than the distance between hell and heaven in the bard's words, but at this moment, he denied his previous 'persistence'.
If I really had a good friend, it would be like her, right?
Looking down at his desolate appearance and smelling the cat demon's urine that he hadn't had time to wash off, the young man's nose seemed to be sore and his eyes were a little red.
The young man who had never felt dirty or unworthy, who had never cared about anyone's contempt and disgust, suddenly felt inferior and ashamed at this moment.
The 'girl' didn't say anything. She dug out her flat chest and took out a small, worn bag and handed it to the young man.
The young man took it subconsciously, looked at the familiar bag, and his expression changed slightly.
I opened it and took a look, and found nine shining silver coins lying quietly inside. The silver coins were engraved with the large portrait of the first monarch of the Elsie Kingdom, with a pleasant atmosphere.
The young man said nothing, suppressing his increasingly uncontrollable heartbeat and pretending to be calm as he looked into those touching purple eyes, as if he wanted to see something.
The 'girl' tilted her head in confusion and blinked her eyes, seeming to be confused by the young man's behavior.
The young man found that he could not see anything, but he still accepted the old money bag and lowered his head towards the girl.
"Thank you……"
"Beautiful girl, can you tell me your name?"
"I will definitely repay you in the future...(even if it costs me everything, even my life)."
Of course the 'girl' couldn't understand the young man's words, let alone his inner activities. She could only nod her head without saying a word, turned around and left.
Seeing that the 'girl' didn't seem to want to talk to him more or have any more interactions with him, the young man's heart was as painful as a knife. The last time he felt so uncomfortable was when he heard the news of his father's death.
He touched the old money bag on his heart, knelt down on the street, covered his weeping eyes with his dirty sleeves, and suppressed his cries...
Just like a child who is lost in the vast sea of people and cannot find his mother, he grits his teeth and endures his sore nose in a strange world, forcing himself to be strong and not letting himself appear weak and make others laugh. Hazing.
At least, he couldn't cry in front of the girl who made his heart beat.
A gentle touch came from his head.
Obviously you can't feel the temperature, but you can feel the special tenderness.
As he put down his arms, the young man became even more embarrassed and wiped the tears he had suppressed with his dirty and foul-smelling sleeves. He clearly said he would stop crying, but he couldn't help it...
Thinking that he had wiped away his tears and nose, the young man looked up stubbornly at the 'girl' who was stroking his messy and sour hair. In a surprised mood, he saw the 'girl' touching her pendant with some confusion. decoration.
That was the last memorial left to him before his father died, a silver cross.
A trace of nostalgia flashed in the 'girl's' eyes, and then she froze in place.
The young man looked down at his silver cross pendant, his eyes gradually becoming blurred.
(End of chapter)
