The night was already deep, and the moon was already high in the sky. Heimer held the torch, and Zeref followed closely behind.

Heimer looked back at the place where they were moving away. Through the moonlight tonight, it seemed that he could still vaguely see the cloud-like smoke floating in the sky there.

Heimer quickened his pace. After a while, when he looked back, he could see nothing.

The land that was killed by the war has disappeared on the horizon.

"Are you awake? That child."

While he was looking back and thinking, Heimer asked Zeref about the boy.

"I woke up for a while, but then there was no movement again."

Zeref sighed, and used his arms to push the still sleeping boy on his back, making him lie down more stable.

"This kid... seems familiar to me. Who is he?"

Heimer turned his attention to the road ahead. Now they were walking in a wilderness.

Because they were worried that they would encounter a lot of "trouble" on the main road, they deliberately avoided the main road and took a detour instead.

Heimer didn't have much impression of this child, but he always felt that he had indeed seen this boy.

The military generally rarely takes women and children with them, but there are always exceptions.

If you are a homeless child and you meet a commander with a good character, you can indeed apply to have the underage child in the army to work as a handyman or as a child servant.

"The child that the general took in, Mr. Heimer probably hasn't seen him much, right? This child is very afraid of strangers. Apart from the general, his guards, and us handymen, he will hide when he encounters other soldiers."

Zeref's eyes were a little sad.

"A very nice boy. He will bring me some wine to drink when I am tired."

"The general took us in? Then why did he hide when he saw us?"

Heimer didn't quite understand.

However, there are some bad people in the military, and bullying may occur on a daily basis.

Heimer himself has seen this kind of bullying happen with his own eyes. He has also taken action many times, and not only was he penalized several times, but he also developed conflicts with those people.

But if it was the Golden Lion Weinabodo who took him in, then the legion shouldn't be so bold as to get into trouble with the legion commander.

Zeref smiled bitterly and said: "This child has been separated from his relatives, and his family members don't know whether they are alive or dead. And for him to become like this..."

"Is it us soldiers with swords?"

The second half of what Zeref didn't say was picked up by Heimer.

"War orphans..."

Heimer lowered his head, not knowing why he felt inexplicably guilty after hearing what happened to this young man.

The other hand holding the sword handle was a little sweaty, as if the dead souls who had held hatred under this sword were relatives of that young man.

"Well, you can't say that. If this kid heard an adult say that, he would be so angry that he would jump up and bite someone."

Zeref laughed, and he took out a hand from his back and patted Heimer on the shoulder.

"He hates people pity him the most, and hates people saying that his family is gone. In short, this kid is a very stubborn guy."

"Oh! Really?"

Heimer also imagined contacting the child and couldn't help laughing.

Although Heimer felt that laughing like this was a bit silly, he always felt that if he didn't laugh, there would always be something weighing on his heart that would make him unable to breathe.

"Haha, that's really an interesting boy."

Heimer laughed along with Zeref.

The two people's voices were very loud.

A few hares suddenly jumped out of the bushes on the roadside, and the surrounding vegetation began to rustle.

Now, these two idiots have obviously forgotten their current situation.

"Don't make too much noise when walking at night" - there is a reason why such common sense exists.

"Um, Lord Heimer..."

Zeref's laughter stopped suddenly, and he carefully approached Heimer's back.

"What's wrong?"

Heimer was a little surprised, but he also discovered something was wrong.

"We seem to be in trouble..."

Heimer handed the torch to Zeref. After taking it, Zeref turned his back to Heimer. He supported the young man on his back and swallowed his saliva.

"It seems that we are surrounded, can you rush out? Sir."

“You’ll know if you try it or not?”

Heimer held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the sharp blade scraped against the scabbard.

The bright blade of the sword, illuminated by the torch in Zeref's hand, gave off a dangerous aura.

I believe those who are knowledgeable should also understand that they are a tough nut to crack.

However, the "trouble" they encountered didn't seem to be that way.

Jackal.

A beast as cunning as a fox and as ferocious as a wolf. Their teeth can easily cut through pieces of meat, including human throats.

Each of the foxwolves is a powerful hunter, and what's even more frightening is that they rarely act alone.

Now, such a difficult group of guys surrounded Heimer and his party.

As nocturnal beasts, these two humans walking in the wilderness naturally became a delicious meal in their eyes.

"Fortunately, there are only four..."

Zeref couldn't help but get closer to Heimer. The four foxwolves were not afraid of the fire and approached them step by step from four directions.

"Are you...sure?"

The muscles on Heimer's face twitched.

Ouch!! Ouch! Ouch...

The four fox wolves suddenly howled together. After a while, a group of green light spots suddenly appeared on the surrounding grass, like wandering ghosts from the battlefield, which sent chills down the spine.

"This is really bad."

Heimer drew his sword and couldn't help shouting curses...

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Today is a good day.

Today is indeed a good day for Nia.

The sunshine this morning was bright and dazzling. When Nia looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, she could no longer keep her eyes open.

"This means that the goddess is praying for us!"

The girl smiled sweetly. She felt that she must look very silly now.

But so what? No one saw it anyway.

"Is she a younger sister or a younger brother? If she's a younger sister, I'll tie her hair into the most beautiful braids. If she's a younger brother, I'll sew the most beautiful clothes for him..."

Unknowingly, I suddenly became intoxicated again. I began to imagine the future of the baby who was about to be born.

"If she is a younger sister, she will definitely be as beautiful as my mother in the future. As for a younger brother...well, why don't you suddenly think that she will be a younger brother?"

Nia herself felt baffled. She suddenly had a premonition: this new life would be a girl, a beautiful and healthy girl.

"Oh, no! The flower stem is broken!"

Is it because of too much force? One of the flowers that had just been tied into a bundle suddenly broke. Once the stem was broken, all the flowers in front of it spread out. Several flowers fell to the ground without being caught by Niya. Once the petals

It was stained with mud and could no longer be used. Now Nia had to tie it again.

But being able to twist off the tough flower stems requires a lot of strength.

"Sigh... I'm too strong and I don't look like a lady at all. I really need to be gentle like my mother."

Nia was a little discouraged. She was indeed a bit violent sometimes. So much so that the boys in the village did not dare to provoke her, and the grandparents in the village always said that she would not be able to get married if she continued like this.

"No matter what, lilies, lavender, carnations... a garland made of the most beautiful flowers will definitely bring happiness."

Nia squatted half-crouched among the flowers, and the dew on the flowers and grass wet her sarong. Realizing that her clothes would be stained, Nia lifted the hem of her skirt and threw the selected flower branches into her arms. Waiting for her

When the flowers in her arms were piled into a ball, Nia could no longer hold it.

"Every flower is so beautiful, it's really hard to choose...I picked up so many before I knew it."

Nia bent down and carefully walked out of the flowers, then shook the flowers wrapped in the sarong onto a tablecloth spread out on the grass.

As soon as she sat down, she began to weave the garland again. Nia's hands were very skillful, which was something she was proud of.
To be continued...