Warm bakery.

There was flying snow outside, which was lonely and cold, dyeing the twilight city with endless frosty white.

It is now 3:12 in the morning, almost dawn, the whole city is sleeping, only Chino and others are in the store.

Fafulan's eyes were red and bloodshot. She obviously hadn't slept for several days, her cheeks had also lost a lot of weight, and her overall spirit was very low.

She took out the freshly baked bread from the oven and brought it to Chino's table along with the buffalo milk: "Sir, please have a meal."

"Thank you." Kino breathed out into his cold hands, picked up the warm honey oatmeal bread with a fork, took a bite and chewed it carefully.

Fafulan asked with concern: "How does it taste?"

"It's very good." Chino paused and said apologetically, "But please forgive my bluntness, today's bread is still a little worse than before."

Fafulan wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly: "Wendy cooked your breakfast before. This child is very talented in cooking. It's embarrassing to say that I am a mother and my cooking skills are still good." Not as good as her."

While Kino was eating, he noticed a sword hanging on the wall of the kitchen, pointed at it and asked, "That one?"

Favlan looked back and said, "Oh, that was left by my husband. Wendy often took off this sword to play with. She always said that when she grew up, she wanted to learn from her father and be a brave warrior. But I think it would be good for girls to learn how to bake and bake bread every day. There is no need to go out and work hard like men."

Kino smiled and said: "Every child has his own dream when he was a child. It's not surprising. As long as you respect her and give her some guidance when necessary."

Favlan picked up the knitting needle next to her and seemed to be knitting something: "Wendy, this child, has actually been very hard-working since she was a child. Our family doesn't have much money. She started learning to make bread from me when she was 3 years old. She wakes up early and stays late every day just to make more money. A few iron moons. Later, her father died, and the executive government gave us such a large pension, and it was all silver moons. I originally wanted to send her to study..."

There are institutions such as "schools" in the Doguland Kingdom, but according to the "Doguland Education Act", all schools can only be opened by the government, and so-called "private schools" are illegal.

At the same time, the school's tuition fees can only be settled with the silver month, not the copper month or the iron month.

This also means that except for the middle and upper classes such as nobles, officials, and big businessmen with social status, the common people have no way to send their children to study. It is useless to make money for a lifetime, and it is useless no matter how much you earn, because everything you earn is It's a copper and iron moon, and the school won't accept it.

Of course, not all commoner children can go to school. If a noble sees potential in a commoner child, he or she will often sponsor Silver Moon for them to study.

Correspondingly, if a commoner child receives sponsorship and graduates from school, if he excels in the written examination and interview and becomes an official of the kingdom, he will usually repay the favor to the sponsor, and in a sense, he will become a "client" of the noble.

It has to be said that the rulers of Doguland are very smart. A simple monetary policy can separate social classes.

Who can receive education and become officials or even the high-level ruling class in the future?

Who cannot possess knowledge, rely on a craft to maintain social supply and demand, or serve as the bottom labor force?

All aspects are clearly distinguished.

In addition to financial aid from nobles, there are of course people like Wendy who, for some reasons, such as pensions, received a large amount of silver moon, which allowed them to afford school tuition, and gained the opportunity to use knowledge to change their destiny.

But this is only a very small number.

Normally, death pensions for ordinary soldiers are still settled in copper moons. The original standard in Twilight City was 3,000 copper moons for each fallen soldier.

The settlement is based on the silver moon, and every death is 300 coins. It's just that Chino, a refuser, is not stupid and has a lot of money.

However, now that Wendy is dead, it is useless to say anything.

Kino looked up at Favlan and asked silently: "Do you hate me for this?"

Fafulan was stunned: "Sir, why do you think so? Why should I hate you?"

Kino: "For example...if I hadn't been in Twilight City, the aliens might not have come here, and Wendy wouldn't have died, but could have had a different life."

"You are worrying too much. Even if I want to hate, I still hate visitors from outside the world. How can I hate you?" Favlan rubbed her eyes and continued knitting, "You solved the murder so quickly and used cruel methods to make them desperate.

Death, I thank you before it’s too late.”

"Actually, according to the law, my behavior has crossed the line. But when it comes to fighting human nature against beastly nature, it is always the former who despairs." Kino's eyes were deep, "It just so happens that controlling beastly nature is my specialty."

"They are right. Your words and deeds are really like the incarnation of death walking in the world." Fafulan couldn't help smiling when she heard this, her eyes seemed to be lost in memories, "Speaking of which, Wendy used to admire the most.

It was you. At that time, you wiped out the horse bandits in Xilin Town with inferior forces. She read the news in the newspaper and was so excited! Later, she heard that you were coming to Twilight City to be an administrator, and she got up before dawn.

, no matter what, I will go to the city gate to greet you."

Fafulan thought of something and patted her forehead: "By the way, you should have seen her at that time. I remember that she sent you flowers and you got off your horse to accept them."

Chino reacted: "Oh...it's her? I just said that when I first came to Wen Nuan Bakery, I always felt that Wendy looked familiar."

"Yes, she has met many aristocratic officials before, but those people were very indifferent to her. You were the first aristocrat to smile kindly at her. So, when you came to our store for breakfast later, she

I insist on making bread for you myself, getting up early and staying up late every day, rain or shine." As she spoke, Fafulan rubbed her eyes with her hands, and her voice began to become hoarse, "This child is so kind, how could she..."

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the sound of howling wind and snow mixed with sobbing, and Baisa and the others were all red-eyed.

Fafulan wiped away her tears and continued to knit what she was doing. It was already woven into a long strip.

She said: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure. It's okay. Those two villains have paid for their debt with blood. I have no regrets."

Kino finished the last bite of bread, drank the milk, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and arranged the tableware neatly. Then he stood up and said, "Have you finished eating? It's time to go."

"I've finished eating." Baisa rubbed his red eyes, took out the money and handed it to Fafulan, "Mrs. Fafulan, here's the money for you."

Fafulan did not accept the money and continued to knit what she had on hand: "It's okay, no need, just treat it as my invitation."

Baisa quickly stuffed money into her pocket: "No, no, no, how can this be so embarrassing?"

"It's really not necessary. Come back quickly, don't freeze in the snow." Fafulan gently pushed the money back and continued knitting without raising her head.

At this time, Kino's call came: "Baisa, listen to Mrs. Favlan, let's go."

Baisa was a little confused. In his impression, Kino would never give anything to civilians for free, and would always decline politely. If he was really kind-hearted, he would reciprocate with something of equal value, both secretly and overtly. Why today?

So abnormal?

Baisa and Lugo looked at each other, obviously seeing each other's doubts, but they didn't think much about it, said goodbye to Favlan and turned to leave the store.

"Mrs. Favlan," Kino looked back at the store in the heavy snow, his amber eyes as deep as the sea, "Thank you for the breakfast, farewell."

Baisa was stunned when he heard the sound. Farewell?

Shouldn't it be goodbye?

What does farewell mean...

Baisa subconsciously turned around and looked at the warm bakery.

The shop was still the same shop, but the warmth it once had had long gone. The snow was falling harder and harder, and the view began to be blocked. Fafulan sat alone in the shop, knitting silently.

Just like that, gradually, the heavy snow blurred everything.
Chapter completed!