In the bedroom, Lucy's sleeping face was distorted. She dreamed of when she was a child and Numbly sat on the carriage and left. I dreamed of my parents and brothers with dull eyes behind me.
Although he had no worries about food and clothing in the new environment, he was forced to practice whipping every day. If he did not do well at all, he would be punished without damaging his appearance.
The person who taught and managed her brought his sinister and sinister face covered with white powder close to her, frightening her so much that she could only complete the action while crying.
The slightly older version of herself was surrounded by other people's eyes as if they were selecting goods, and the disgustingly close old face made her sit up and wake up.
After tidying up her messy hair, she quickly stood up and put on her coat and came to the lounge.
The ice had broken into pieces, and the red-haired figure lay there motionless, turning into a source of depression.
She lit a kerosene lamp and put it on the table for lighting. She knelt down and carried the person she had had a very happy conversation with to the sofa.
The body is soft and feels weightless, just like holding a piece of gauze.
After placing it on the sofa, she took the blanket and covered it with her shirt. She was obviously a very tall woman, but now she looked like a small ball, extremely weak.
Holding a small mirror in his arms, he leaned against the sofa and continued to curl up. He no longer had the high spirits and confidence when they first met.
The beautiful face is still the same, but the light blue eyes are dim. Lucy helped her put her hair behind her ears and stroked her cold face.
"Are you back? Lucy. Thank you."
Hermione said this softly, seeming to have exhausted all her strength and continued to lie on her side without moving.
"Ms. Austin, what happened to you, why are you so painful and sad?" Lucy also lay on her side on the sofa in front of Hermione.
"It's nothing, just let me stay like this for a few days."
"It's not good to hold it in like this. When I was wronged, I cried straight away, although the subsequent punishment was longer."
After speaking for a long time, the place became quiet. Seeing Hermione transforming back into a statue, Lu sighed and took her back and put her on her bed.
"I'll help you change your clothes. It's not easy to rest in this outfit."
After finishing her work, she also returned to the cold bed. Hermione's curled up body was cold and her back was turned to her.
"Let's wait until you feel better in a few days."
Lucy pulled up the quilt and lay on her side looking at the back of her head in front of her to fall asleep. She had cried and become autistic when encountering problems before. Maybe she would be fine in a few days.
When Lucy woke up the next day, she left Hermione here without any emotions. At least the feeling of sadness disappeared.
She didn't have much time when she came back this time, and she still had to take time to meet her boss, Duke Teresa, whom she had only recently learned about.
She had speculated before that she could complete the deal with the butler under Duke Teresa so cheaply, and the contact person said that this was a reward from the organization.
I don’t know where I will be arranged to go again. Is this considered a promotion? Fallon is actually pretty good.
She laughed to herself a few times at her inexplicable childishness, and saw her somewhat sad parents sitting at the dining table below.
When they saw their daughter come down, the regret and regret on their faces showed, and they came up and hugged each other and shed tears.
'Ms. Austin! You stir up everyone's emotions every time you appear. You are such a bad person! '
Lucy comforted her parents. After breakfast, she changed into her family's simple dress and continued to check the accounts for the year. Family ties were family ties, and she knew very well where the foundation of her family's life lay.
When she came back in the evening, she called her brothers here. The family sat around the sofa. She held a page she had turned out, her face a little calm.
In the middle of the year, the tax on timber increased by 1,280 botany for no apparent reason. She went to the town's chamber of commerce at noon to ask whether the tax rate had not changed or why she didn't come back often.
She probably knew where the money went. Kawei kept her head down and said nothing, while her mother, Marisa, tried to persuade her not to care too much. The brothers didn't speak either.
"Did your hometown give you any conditions? Will you be allowed to go back if you pay a certain amount of tribute?"
"Just use my salary next year to make up for it." Kawei said, but there was a hint of stubbornness in it.
"Do you still have a salary? Will it be enough for the next year? They have all been deceived. Those guys didn't care at all when we were about to starve to death."
"While they are calling your daughter a bitch, they are spending the money they took from me with peace of mind. Why don't you defend me?"
"Yes, I was originally...
Lucy, who was getting more and more excited, was about to say something, but in the end she sighed and smiled to herself.
My family was originally from the Vienna area of the Masinan Honakis region. My weak father could not survive at home, so he came all the way here.
On the way, he met his mother and got together, and finally managed to survive by working as a gardener and planting flowers for others in the town of Garcia.
People in the plateau area are very clan-centric. I don’t know how they managed to find my father in recent years and put on high hats and say nice things to him.
He promised to give him a high position in the family to satisfy his vanity, but the price was to continuously pay tribute and continue to suck their blood.
What a joke, I didn't see them when I was suffering in those places, nor when I was about to starve to death.
He probably gave all his money to that group of people. I don't know why he took the risk and took a large sum of money from his account this year. This is enough for a large family to live a prosperous year. Even put some thought into it.
"Don't worry about it from now on. Just stay at home with your mother."
"Lucius, you and Bell will take care of it from now on. You should still remember the pile of straw we used to huddle together when we were kids."
She hit her brothers and told them not to be as stupid as her father. It was better to live well by themselves.
"Don't worry Lucy, we will take good care of father."
She and her brothers also mostly inherited their father's weak temperament. Fortunately, they were born and raised here and did not suffer from the habits of their previous hometown.
"The forest area will eventually be cleared one day, and we must save some money to find another way out."
Lucy continued to talk about her plan with her brother, and her mother comforted her father, who had his head lowered with an unknown expression.
After the chat, Lucy, who was a little tired, returned to her bedroom, where Hermione was still lying motionless. Everyone wisely did not mention her.
At first, she was a little envious and jealous of her, but now it seems that they are just poor people with different fates.
She changed into her nightgown and returned to the bed. It was cold, with no heartbeat or breathing, like a dead person.
"I'm going to make you laugh. That's how my family is. When we have a little money, we get carried away and ignore the fundamentals."
"You're very good, and they're lucky to have you."
The sound seemed to be coming from all directions, it was that familiar voice.
"I'm pretty good. At least I've read a lot of books, although I was forced to do so under certain conditions. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to think independently."
"If you don't want to be there, I can help you get out."
"Everyone has their own life. Just protect me when you have time. I don't know what I can do if I leave there!"
After Lucy said this, she found that Hermione had stopped moving, and originally wanted to try to guide her.
Pull up the quilt, lean against her and close your eyes, let's talk tomorrow.
When she woke up in the morning, she touched her side and hurriedly opened her eyes to prop herself up, and found Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window in her white nightgown with her hair disheveled.
The morning air was very cold, so she wrapped herself in a quilt and hugged Hermione. She was looking down at the cracked small mirror in her hand.
The bedroom was not reflected in the mirror, but some scattered light spots.
"My mother and sister are dead and cannot go back, and my friends have not been protected. As long as everyone has anything to do with me, they will become unfortunate and suffer unstoppable disasters. I am leaving, and I can't drag you down. I'm sorry. Can't protect you."
"Don't leave, I haven't expressed my opinion yet."
Hermione stood up immediately, and Lucy subconsciously hugged her and hung her on her back.
"Think about what you haven't done yet, like those people in Kamari Town."
The biting wind and ice hit her, and she found herself hugging Hermione outside the wasteland, her thin body in her nightgown couldn't help but tremble.
Warm fireworks filled her body, resisting the cold brought by the environment.
Hermione in front squatted down and cried, "I hurt her, I killed her."
"Without me, nothing would happen to her. That's the obsession that comes to me."
She lay down in the snow again, as if she had not lost her energy.
Lucy also rolled down to hug her, not knowing what to do.
When she left Kamari Town and returned to Langeburg, she went to Geisler's house to inquire about Hermione's condition, and learned that the mistress was ill and had passed away.
Things are unpredictable. Last night Hermione said that her mother and sister were also dead. No wonder it turned out like this.
I haven't really thought about what would happen to me if my parents and brothers died.
It was incredible that she walked directly into the wilderness in one step.
Such a strong person can't protect his family, how terrible the other party is.
He looked at the milky white flame wrapped in his hand. He was obviously a person who cared about the people around him, but he would always encounter misfortune! She took Hermione back into her arms and sat with her in the snow.
"I don't know what to say. Maybe I'm not qualified. I'll wait until you figure it out."
"Maybe I should just listen to them and obey their arrangements. I obviously had many opportunities to avoid it. Why did it become like this?"
Hermione struggled up, hugged Lucy back and shouted to the sky, the sound was so long that it shook down the fallen snow on the trees.
Her red hair floated up towards the sky, venting her painful and helpless anger towards her fate.
When Lucy opened her eyes again, she found that she was back on the bed in her bedroom, with Hermione sitting next to her in a daze, looking at the small mirror in her hand.
"Just think about it. I saw a saying that every encounter has its meaning."
After saying that, she went to put on her gray and white dress and coat, closed the door and left, leaving Hermione sitting inside in a daze.
Hermione lay directly on the bed with her hands and feet spread out, looking at the ceiling in trance.
After I woke up, I hadn't accomplished any of my goals, and I was still alone.
No wonder there was no response to his calls, it turned out he was gone a long time ago!
Did he die because of something? Even if she can't be beaten, she can still run away. Even if she is a fatal blow, there will be someone to share it with!
She was still bound by the so-called family honor. Why was she so stupid that she had to associate with those cannibals?
Thinking of the red sword inserted in the castle, he looked at the broken remaining spirit body in his hand. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes like water.
At least you need to know what's going on, what exactly happened?
'I still couldn't save you. You were implicated by me. I will find a way. '
She touched the shattered mirror, recalling those painful memories and searching for the possibilities that existed in it.
The witch's magic was all about destruction and man-made disasters. She smiled helplessly, maybe only the omniscient and omnipotent Creator could do this.
Mr. Fool doesn't have similar authority, so he doesn't know if it will be useful to ask for help.
Or the creator of the vampire clan? Should they have similar resurrection magic? However, the correspondence is related to their paths.
After thinking about it, she thought of the relics of the ancient sun god in the southern continent, and maybe she could steal the power of creation from there to restore it.
The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom will definitely have clues about that magical ritual, and their master was once a follower of that person.
'What happened to my sister is irreversible, but you and I will try our best. '
Hermione wiped the mirror clean, but the cracks on it did not heal, just as she told herself.
Then I closed my eyes and rested. I was so exhausted that I didn't want to face it.
After a long time, the door outside knocked and opened.
"Ms. Austin, your friend's Helen is here to see you."
Lucy came in with Helen who was wearing heavy clerical clothes. Her flaxen light brown hair still had two small braids and she was wearing a thick cotton hat.
When I saw the decadent figure spread out on the bed, was this the energetic and preachy person I saw a few months ago?
She also lay directly on the bed. Miss Lucy in front of her probably wouldn't mind, as she had just become a good friend with her.
"Ms. Austin, how about going skiing? I haven't skied yet, and now is a rare opportunity."
"Lying down won't solve the problem."
After a long time, Hermione spoke, "You go ahead, I'm tired, and I want to be alone for a while. Thank you for your concern, Helen."
She had no choice but to get up and spread her hands towards Lucy, and the two closed the door and left.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. The world of the strong is not something we can understand."
Helen and Lucy chatted for a while and said goodbye before going back. Could it be that they encountered too big a blow during the mission?
No wonder she didn't come back to Garcia Church. Her luggage is still there and she will come back.
"Strong people also have downturns. In my opinion, she is also a human being, so she has joys, sorrows and joys."
Lucy sent her out and continued to talk a few words. It seemed that Helen's role was the same as hers, and she came back with a thank you.
"I'm too weak to even have this trouble, bye!"
(End of chapter)
