Late night conversation

The blood pupil turns once, glimpses the baby girl in the arms of the little beggar, says in a very contemptuous tone: "human, does she have anything to do with you?"

This is a rhetorical question.

The little beggar did not answer. The cold eyes still rested on the baby girl's face. But ten seconds later, he suddenly grabbed the baby girl and started running.

Blood pupil did not speak again, that eye just cold stare at the small beggar. After the beggar ran out of the three lanes, the chain attached to the hilt of the sword suddenly contracted, and the dagger was pulled whole into the beggar's tightly chained right arm, securing it.

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Now, it's after midnight. The entire city has become a real dead city. Everything was dark, there was no light, only cold and white snow. Streets, houses, signs, carriages. Everything melts into this cool hue and no longer resists its erosion.

But, under a bridge. There was a place enclosed by rags. From that translucent simple tent, but revealed some orange light, become another color in this black and white world.

The simple tent was covered with dead grass and a blanket from other beggars who had died of cold. The crevices inside the tent were carefully pasted up with newspapers, and the paste was more or less found in the trash cans behind the civil affairs bureau.

In the corner of the tent stood a broken oil lamp. The light inside was dim, and the oil gave off a scorched black smoke. This is normal because the oil is taken out of the gutter. Even with this little bit of oil, three beggars broke their heads for it, only to be surreptitiously touched by a small beggar.

The little girl was laid on the dead grass, her face still not well. The little beggar pulled the blanket aside and covered her. Then he took a kettle by the haystack, went out of the tent, and fetched a small jug from the river.

............

But the little beggar stood on the bank of the river with the little pot of water in his hand and did not move.

"Now, human boy, what's the matter with you?"

The voice of the blood pupil echoed in my head, but as before, the little beggar still did not answer. He just stared at the river in front of him, at the rotting wood floating in it, the dead wild dogs, the smelly mud and the water like ink. After half a noise, he turned his head and looked at the white snow falling from the sky...

"Hubbub."

A small pot of water was emptied. Little beggars carrying out of the little tunnel kettle, dug up the snow on the ground will be wiped after the kettle to the deck, from the bridge arm played some new snow down gently, and then go back in little tunnel, beside the tent with a brick built a simple stove, draw out the hay inside the tent, and pulled out some of the tent of wood used to pressure, burning up the water.

Snow, slowly melting, into water. Then the water slowly heats up again. The little beggar had a dry, hoarse cough in his throat, and he was thirsty. And the dehydration caused by the severe loss of blood made him almost mad at the sight of these luxurious hot waters! But he still forbear, slowly reached out his hand, the water down.

The smell of water... The smell of fresh water... This was not the smell of the dirty water, but the saliva he had lavished on the wood of his tent and on the dead grass. Looking at these in the steaming can * body, they seem to seduce the little beggar, in his ear constantly whisper --

Come on, drink. You see, we are so delicious, how fragrant. You'd love to taste our food, wouldn't you?

The little beggar swallowed the water, too thirsty he bowed his head, close to the water...

Blow for blow.

Then he carried the kettle into the tent, got into the blanket and held the baby girl in his arms. Wet the baby girl in the water with a clean piece of hay and hold it to her mouth.

The hot liquid made the baby open her mouth in a panic. She was hungry and thirsty. The fever had consumed too much of her strength and she was in urgent need of nourishment.

"Goo... Oooo... Whoa... !"

The baby girl's baby let the little beggar leng for a while, he suddenly thought of what, from the arms of the half has been frozen into a Popsicle of bread. He looked at the bread in his hand, then at the little baby girl, opening and closing her mouth. After hesitating for a long time, he finally bit off the bread and fed it into a paste with his own saliva, which no longer had much saliva.

A mouthful of bread batter, a mouthful of water. The baby girl was really hungry and ate it. Soon she drank all the water out of the little pot. But thankfully, the baby girl seems to have had enough. The little head tilted to the side and fell into a deep sleep. The little beggar thought for a moment, then simply pulled the rags off his body, put the baby girl in his arms with the swaddling clothes, closed the clothes and put on the blanket. So he sat leaning against the wall of the bridge and turned off the oil lamp.

Tonight, it's all black and white...

No! There is one color that is not at rest. In the orange warm light disappeared at the moment, the color of blood, lit up!

"Boy, we are free now, finally can begin to talk."

The little beggar held out his right hand from under the blanket. The black dagger loomed through the chains. And that bloodstained pupil, in the little tent sent out a dazzling light!

"First, I want to know. I know a thing or two about your personality, human boy. But before I officially introduce myself, I need you to answer a question."

"..............."

"Does this little girl have anything to do with you? If it doesn't matter, why don't you just throw her out and take care of her? Depending on your answer, I will choose whether to continue to help you or to find the next one."

The blood pupil stare is very big, send out endless menacing force. In front of it, as long as someone may have any guilty, will be completely swallowed up by this eye!

"Because she's useful."

The cold, little beggar did not hesitate to say his plan.

"Useful?"

"She can sell it. Girl, you can sell. No one wants him, man."

Blood eyes staring at the little beggar, then, is a silence.

But after a while, the blood pupil opened first: "HMM... You mean a whorehouse?"

The little beggar nodded. Very crisp.

"Hey... I see. Human boy, I didn't see in your eyes that you were lying. Good. I'm satisfied with your answer. Ok, let's introduce each other formally. What's your name?"

"..............."

The little beggar looked at the blood pupil and did not answer.

Blood pupil hummed 1, tone appears some not quite satisfied: "feed, what do you call?"

"..............."

"... Boy, it looks like you're really not cooperating."

"............... I have no name."

The little beggar, very coldly, uttered these words.

"No name? Well, what did your parents call you?"

"Idiot, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, freemason."

"............ What do people around you call you?"

"Thieves, beggars, garbage, mold, dirty people, bad people."

The meaningless conversation went on for several rounds. After the end of this time, blood pupil no longer question, the small beggar no longer answer. A red and black again began to stare at each other, and the little beggar's arms of the baby girl, but feel the warmth of being held tightly, breathing gradually smooth.

After a long time...

"Well, boy, let's get the basics again. How old are you?"

"Ten."

"Good. Where is your father?"

"Dead."

"Oh? How did you die?"

"Robbed, killed by soldiers."

"Oh oh ~~~? Interesting. Do you want revenge?"

"No."

"... Why?"

"Not able to live, so died."

"............ What about your mother?"

"Dead."

"How did you die?"

"Piao endowment talks not close, be whoring a guest to kill."

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Be."

"How old were your parents when you died?"

"Father, five. Mother, six."

"Who will feed you for the next four years?"

"Myself."

The conversation broke off again. Blood pupil and small beggar look at each other again. For no other reason than this conversation is too brief and too valueless. Blood pupil even for this time can find such a child to hold their surprise!

"Hey... I said, can you say a little more? You can answer any question I ask. Is that too short?"

"..............."

This time, the little beggar simply did not even answer.

"Well, well, I've got your general information. No father, no mother, no name. Talk is shorter. HMM... Now, tell me how you got me."

The little beggar was silent for a moment. He looked down at the baby girl in his arms. The little girl was fast asleep, but the fever seemed to be a little off. He pulled the blanket gently and rolled himself and the baby tighter.

"A man gave it to me."

"Oh ~~~?" Blood pupil suddenly came interest, say, "so, that man ever say me to call what?"

"............ Magic sword, dark out."

"Oh, dark? Dark sword? Ok, good. That will be my name from now on."

The little beggar stared at the blood pupil with blank expression. Dark also returned his one look, cold hum way: "how, you don't believe this is my name, right?"

"............ Don't believe it."

"Oh, I don't either. But I don't have to tell you my name and my history at this stage. You just have to listen to me, and I will give you the rest of my life... No, I'm afraid the whole continent can not imagine the honor and wealth. By the way, what is the name of this continent now?"

"... Sad continent."