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"You came in the early morning from the rain."
"Break into my sight."
"But in the blink of an eye, he turned around and disappeared into the rain curtain."
"I wait until dusk, waiting for dawn."
"I will wait until dusk and wait for dawn."
—Unknown Lamanite poet.
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Before I closed my eyes and fell asleep, the sound of heavy rain echoed in my ears.
By early morning, the first sound received by the ears was still this sound that had begun to feel monotonous.
The heavy rain did not stop until the next morning. Although the rain had become much lighter, it was really annoying to be so persistent.
Although the clearing beneath the tall trees was considered a good shelter, no one could really sleep well last night in such weather conditions.
In the middle of the night, the sudden strong wind caused a nearly two-meter thick branch above to break, and it fell down, hitting the top of the tent where the mercenaries were resting. The waterproof canvas was torn apart by the weight with a "sting" sound and lost one-third of its size from the fixed corners. Fortunately, the mercenary who travels all year round has some skills. In a light sleep state, the slightest disturbance will cause early death. When Moreau woke up, he kicked away his companions. In the end, only he and another mercenary were slightly injured due to their panicked dodge.
Such an unexpected occurrence forced everyone to rearrange the camp, strengthen various edges and corners, and also try their best to avoid the threat of falling objects that might reappear.
But there was nothing they could do about it. When they arrived, it was already dark and visibility was very low. They spent the last bit of time setting up the simple tent. But now, in the windy and rainy night, they had to raise their heads to check whether the tent was above There are unstable branches, which is obviously not something ordinary people can do.
Some people held simple torches that could only burn for a few minutes, and some people used the swaying orange light to half-touch the dark tent. The person holding the torch seems to be responsible for a light job, but he must also be careful not to touch the tarpaulin or hemp rope coated with tung oil. Otherwise, even if the outer layer is already soaked, the flames can still instantly ignite the inside when it touches it, further reducing their already insufficient waterproof canvas.
How difficult this situation is can only be understood by actually doing it.
Even though everyone got moving, it still took them quite some time to complete the work.
The pine cones and rosin used as fuel for the torch were all consumed. During this period, the mercenaries lamented countless times how great it would be if there was a magician here at this time. Although the simple lighting magic has a slightly better lighting range than a torch, it can be used rain or shine and can last for a long time as long as the magician's magic power is sufficient.
"It can't be blown out by the wind; it can't be extinguished by the rain; it doesn't have to worry about running out of fuel; and it doesn't have to worry about damaging items. What a mysterious gadget it is! It's called magic, and it really deserves the name!" - Padrosi The aristocratic novelists of the empire may focus on the mysterious power of magic in battle, but for mercenaries and other lower classes who are away from home all year round, these conveniences in life are what are truly important.
After all, even professional war mercenaries who make a living by fighting do not encounter enemies every day, but life is something they have to live every day.
All in all, after having to wake up in the middle of the night and finally rebuild the tent under all difficult conditions, the tired people fell asleep this time.
Even if they are worried about whether there will be problems with their goods as the wind increases, merchants have no other choice but to sleep well and wait until tomorrow to check again.
In such a mature team, there will be no stupid young man who runs out on a rainy night. If visibility is low and the road is slippery, if he runs out and gets lost and causes trouble to his teammates, there is a high chance that he will die.
Do your best in human matters and know your destiny.
Everything that can be done has been done, and there is no point in forcing things that cannot be done.
It may be said that they have lost their fighting spirit, but for merchants and mercenaries who are already a certain age, they have never had many choices in life.
In this era where background and knowledge can determine your life to a great extent, many people's life trajectories are similar.
Perhaps when lying on the damp and cold ground and huddled in a cloak that was already soaked and didn't bring much warmth at all, Margaret would miss her big bed at home that was warm and protected from the wind and rain.
Missing everything she turned around to run away from in the beginning because she longed for the last freedom.
But this was not what she could have expected at first.
Mira has seen many such stories in the history books she reads, and our Mr. Sage has seen countless examples.
If she hadn't met the two of them, this "adventure" would have been nothing more than a beautiful episode in Margaret's life. After this humble and clumsy resistance, she will return to the life that a noble lady should have - marry early to an aristocratic young man whom she does not love or love but has been arranged by her superiors to be a good match, give birth to children early, and then live alone. As a noble wife should.
She stayed in the house all day long, waiting for her husband's return.
Raise the kids and do some crafts.
Born within high walls.
Die within the walls.
Not worth mentioning and unknown.
If not.
If you meet the two of them.
Last night, Margaret fell asleep due to exhaustion after crying. After that, our Luoan girl looked at the sage and roughly understood that she was stimulating him to tell the whole thing. Henry's control.
But after she scolded Henry "Oops" with a rare hint of anger, she was immediately comforted by the latter's simple words.
"It will be sorted out."
The sage said so.
Mira only needed to say this to feel at ease. 【爱↑去△小↓说△网wqu】
Because he said so.
Because he was Henry and he said so.
In this case, things will definitely develop in a good direction.
That's the magic of this man.
The sky was still not clear, but even the gray light was still much better than being blind.
Their luck was not so bad after all. Before the girls woke up, several merchants ran to check the goods, and the happy expressions on their faces when they came back immediately gave the answer.
"God bless you, it's intact!" The simple words made even the five people, including the little explorer, breathe a sigh of relief. However, except for Henry and Mira, who were already used to this hard life, the other three people were in the wet. It was impossible to get a good sleep on the cold ground.
Margaret woke up with dark circles under her eyes, and coupled with her behavior of lowering her voice and wiping away tears last night, her eyes are still a little red.
Among the remaining two people, even the old butler Ferruccio looked embarrassed, his previously meticulous gray hair had become a mess, let alone Filippo.
Although there are no shrubs under the big trees, there are many spiky grasses that stand out from the cracks in the soil. The waterproof canvas, which is not particularly thick, is not enough to withstand their touch. Young people who have experienced being infested by insects because of their clothing have been worried all night long whether there are insects trying to get into the collar of their pants, and in the lack of protection The annoying dampness and coldness in the thunderstorm in the wilderness also made him miserable.
The talkative and annoying stupid green Filippo disappeared, and the hesitant bitter-faced Filippo came back.
Filippo, who showed all his emotions on his face like a child, was an anomaly among the nobles of Padrosi, but because of this, he was the most popular servant among Margaret and the other three. Soldiers and businessmen are the easiest to get along with.
But that’s where it ends.
Margaret, who looked tired, suddenly noticed Mario and several other people gathered around.
Filippo and Ferruccio instinctively protected her in front of her. The noble lady's eyes widened in confusion. She looked at Henry and Mira, who only watched quietly from the side.
The noble lady burst into tears again, but she bit her lower lip to control herself, and finally put on a resigned look, waiting for the other party's condemnation and the end of this adventure - "I'm sorry. "——"Uh——" The girl opened her eyes.
"I'm sorry." The businessman said, "Margaret."
He called her by her first name.
"We are not worthy of being adults."
"Although I can find many, many reasons, such as the ideological contradiction between the aristocracy and the common people. I can even list many examples to try to prove that the aristocrats are incomprehensible guys, but this is just shirk. It’s just responsibility.”
"We only have your aristocratic status in our eyes." He said directly without any reservation: "When we knew that you were a noble and that this series of things were caused by you, we all thought that this It's your fault."
"I won't find any steps for myself, that's what we think." Mario said, and the other businessmen behind him nodded in agreement.
"Civilians have always done this. As long as the matter is related to the nobles, then the nobles must be at fault."
"I'm afraid this matter was brewed early on. It would be better to say that we should have noticed this a long time ago."
"Every time we go to that village, we can notice the wealth gap between the village chief's family and other villagers. But because it is profitable, we always take a chance and expect this situation to continue forever."
"We didn't do anything."
"We didn't try to help those villagers."
"Not once." Mario said, and the businessmen behind him all lowered their heads in shame.
"Your approach may be naive and impulsive, or maybe, as the white-haired mercenary lady said, you are simply self-satisfied and ignoring the environment." He said, "But you did it."
"You are different from us. You are different from us adults who are smart enough to choose to sit on the sidelines. You did it and you helped them."
"We know this."
"But we still couldn't hold it back and thought it was all your responsibility."
"Just because you are a noble, you should do all this well."
"We, no, I." He went on: "I have a daughter who is one year older than you."
"You and her are actually very similar. Both are very kind and good children."
"Even if what you do is wrong, even if you are a little impulsive, you are still far better than the 'smart adults' like us who choose to sit on the sidelines."
"And we blame you for this."
"You are just a child." Mario looked at her and said word by word: "A child who is burdened with too many things."
"It's because we adults are so incompetent that we impose all the bad consequences on you because of the facts that we ignored because of luck."
"We are not worthy of being adults, Margaret."
"We should take responsibility and guide the children's growth, but in the end we put all the problems on you, just because you have the status of a noble."
"I'm sorry." He took a step back and bowed deeply.
Other businessmen also followed similar actions.
This is not the etiquette of common people in the empire towards nobles. If that were the case, it would be far more complicated and sophisticated than this simple bow, because "nobles must feel respect from the bottom of their hearts." But it made Margaret feel a greater shock than the rigid and mechanical salute.
This is an indescribable emotion.
They did not bow because of her noble status, but recognized her in their hearts as a living human being.
Not to the "noble lady", but to "Margaret".
"I have to say it again, I'm sorry." Mira clasped her hands at her and nodded. The petite client with black curly hair turned her head left and right to look at them. She was stunned for a long time and could not say a word, while the white-haired client The girl pushed her elbow on the waist of our Mr. Sage, who was holding his hands and looking like he was watching a good show. Although she didn't say anything, she obviously wanted him to make some statement.
"" But Henry just shrugged and didn't say anything.
"Pa!" Mira stepped on his foot, and then gave the sage a fierce look.
"I"
"Thanks"
She cried again.
"I don't know, I don't know what to say." Filippo and Ferruccio put away their alert posture. "Miss" the young man looked at her and said suddenly, and then he sniffed and started sobbing, perhaps because of the situation.
"Ah! You're such a grown man, why are you crying?" The sharp-eyed white-haired girl noticed all this, and she said this bluntly to the noble young man. "Hey, sorry, I'm not crying!" Filippo sniffed hard and said stiffly.
"puff--"
The thin-skinned young man blushed under the crowd's attention, but this trick he made also successfully made Margaret burst into tears.
"Human malice may make people grow." The rain became lighter and lighter, and the surrounding light became dazzling again. In the atmosphere that gradually became more relaxed, only Mira noticed Henry speaking softly.
"But if you can't see kindness, this kind of growth, or even continuing to live, has no meaning." His deep gray-blue eyes contained complex meanings. For just a moment, Mira felt that she might be I saw the color of envy there.
"I'm glad that I'm with them this time, I chose the right person." Henry said this, and the Luoan girl threw her thoughts away and nodded in agreement.
If it had been another group of people who were less considerate or more prejudiced against nobles, things might have gotten out of hand.
"I'm so lucky to have chosen the right person." Henry sighed. "Yes, I'm very glad too." Mira followed his words, but her eyes were fixed on the sage himself.
"It's time to comb your hair." Henry shrugged, and then deliberately reached out his hand to mess up her long white hair.
"Aren't you the same?" the girl said, and the two of them turned towards the equipment placed aside.
The last raindrop fell quietly on the already accumulated water above the tarp, creating a solitary ripple.
Dappled sunlight casts through the gaps.
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