alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 18 2.13. The Tenth Waiter: Numerology
Aprice was also in the food distribution line outside Paradise City.

Aprilis herself is an orphan.

Ever since Aprice could remember, she lived with the unrelated old man who scavenged waste. No, to be more precise, she was just a begging tool for sympathy.

With a docile personality, she was bullied in an extremely indifferent world.

When she was seven years old, her grandfather passed away.

Although the grandfather didn't treat her well, at least he was someone who was always by her side, someone who could be regarded as a relative.

Once the old grandpa left, she was really helpless in this world.

Before they knew it, it was Aprilis' turn in the queue.

Aprilis hurriedly stuffed the food into her mouth with hands that were as dirty as coal, while hiding the hot buns in her bosom.

This is the only food she has grabbed in the past few days outside of Paradise City.

Since Wangcheng invaded her country, her life was not only ups and downs, but also more fearful about life and the future.

He heard people's discussions unconsciously, and learned of the existence of Paradise City.

So Aprilis left the devastated land where she had been living all her life but was now devastated.

And now.

After a lot of hard work, he finally escaped from the chaos of war, thinking that he had come to the legendary paradise, but he didn't expect that Paradise City had a new policy.

Before she even entered Paradise City, she was blocked by this wall by the new policy, which severely separated her from the comfort of her dreams. ,
All hopes are instantly smashed to the ground like glass from a high altitude.

it's here.

Aprilis is desperate except for the endless despair every day.

It's better to die like this.

But she didn't even have the courage to commit suicide. She was so cowardly and wanted to live so much.

The soft hot buns in her arms eased her anxiety about life and her fear of the invisible future, and she trembled out of the dirty and noisy crowd like a swarm of flies.

Apris even felt a little bit of happiness from this.

With these buns in my arms, I don't have to worry about being hungry tomorrow, and I don't have to dig for bugs in the ground and gnaw dry bark.

She is so easy to please.

But life seemed to take pleasure in torturing this very poor girl.

Aprice was holding the short-lived little happiness that belonged to her in her arms, but was knocked down to the ground. She desperately protected the bread hidden in her arms. chest pose.

Under the impact, the bun in Aprilis's arms did not drop at all.

Before Apriles could react, or even see what was going on, a few dirty feet stomped on her face roughly over and over again.

"Hey, have you hidden food, hand it over quickly."

"We've just finished eating and we're hungry, so bring it quickly."

A hand jerked up Aprilis's messy hair.

Tears of pain flowed down Aprilis's face, but she struggled to escape.

"Oh! It seems to be in her hand!"

The other reached out and was about to break her hands.

Regardless of the pain from being pulled from her scalp, Aprilis slammed her teeth into that thick hand, with a hideous look on her face.

"Ah!" The bitten person cried out in pain.

The result of resistance is to be beaten more violently and violently.

Aprilis curled up weakly and stubbornly like a little hedgehog whose spines had been plucked, and was violently punched and kicked.

what.

Enough is enough.

Such a life.

Coincidentally, a group of people passed by at this time.

Mandela captures the despairing voice of Aprilis.

In fact, Mandela noticed the existence of April from the very beginning.

He could barely be considered an old acquaintance.

I really didn't expect that the reincarnation of her would still be so miserable.

In previous lives, this person was either regarded as a monster by his tribe and burned to death, or he was trapped and burned to death by jealous twin sisters in a prison.

But yes, Mandela thought for a moment.

Didn't she always rely on the anger of being betrayed and the anger at the injustice of fate to have such a strong fighting power?

She just didn't know what kind of betrayal and injustice she would be burned alive in this life.

However, none of this matters.

It is important to meet such delicious souls.

Mandela certainly didn't want to miss it.

Under the raindrops of beatings, Aprilis gradually lost consciousness.

At this moment, she heard a voice full of charm, with a playful tone.

"Do you hate it?"

Apris felt vaguely in her heart that it would be dangerous to respond to the voice in her ear, but she had nothing to be afraid of in despair at this moment.

"Who..." Aprilis responded.

Satisfied with Aprice's response, Mandela began to add salt to people's wounds over and over again, "Look at the people who enter and leave Paradise City, and look at your life, don't you hate this fate? Is it an unfair arrangement? Why can those people be born with rich clothes and rich food, but you have to do your best to survive."

"Do I hate..." Aprilis murmured.

In her confusion, she seemed to catch sight of a pair of blue pupils in the distance.

Forgot to think briefly.

It seems that I have never seen such calm eyes.

These eyes are pure and clean, as if hiding what she has always dreamed of.

heaven.

Suddenly, chaotic screams rang out.

"what!!"

"There is electricity, there is electricity!"

Aprilis felt the punches and kicks stop.

Her vision gradually became clearer, and she gradually saw the outline of the owner of the eyes.

It was a boy who looked younger than himself, walking towards this side.

After hurried footsteps sounded in my ears.

"It doesn't feel right! Quick! Run."

The clear and joyful voice that can tremble the soul resounds like the sound of nature.

"Hi, are you okay?"

At this moment, Aprilis swore that she would never forget those pure blue eyes in her life.

"Only when you are strong can you protect what you cherish." Safir picked up a steamed bun scattered on the ground, patted the dust on it lightly, and reached out to Aprilis, "Here, here you are."

Aprilis stared at Safir blankly.

Dou Da tears condensed from the eye sockets, dripping down one drop after another.

No one has ever been so kind to her.

Her dark and hopeless world suddenly shone with a light.

"Thank you." Aprilis choked up, "I, I will never forget you and this gift.

"You're welcome."

After the boy finished speaking, he didn't ask for anything, he just turned and left.

Aprilis followed the back of the little boy with her eyes, and suddenly there was something precious in her heart, and a reason to live desperately.

The girl stood up staggeringly, her eyes were pious and determined.

Aprilis, you have to put aside your weakness, live strong and bravely, burn your own life, and chase this sacred light desperately.

Aprilis said to herself.

Wilson saw the distance between him and the strange girl.

Finally, he hid the patience just now in his heart, and blurted out what he wanted to say to Safir.

"Safire, you must be careful in the future, don't let too many people know about your ability, and don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary."

Safire recalled the scene just now, thought for a moment, and faced Wilson's concerned eyes, he still replied lightly, "Yes."

What even Safir himself didn't know was that he would continue to use this ability in the future.

Wilson raised his face seriously: "Don't meddle too much in matters that have nothing to do with yourself. This is not only the most basic requirement of being a mercenary, but also a necessary survival criterion in the world we live in."

Mandela heartily agreed.

The situation just now made Mandela realize that if he didn't control Safier earlier, it would undoubtedly be a huge obstacle for him after Safier grew up.

To break through Safir's psychological defense, he must first start with the closest people around him.

Now beside Safir, apart from Mandela himself, the closest person must be——

Just as Mandela was about to look at Safir, his thoughts were interrupted by a cadenced voice.

"Hi, hi, hello guys."

A strangely dressed woman blocked the way of the three of them, with a playful look on her face.

Then suddenly he spoke in a serious voice,
"You guys, do you believe in fate?"

This woman not only dressed strangely, but also spoke extremely strangely.

Wilson looked at the woman in front of him. He had never seen a person dressed like this before, but he recognized the gossip plate in her hand and the fortune-telling banner on her back.

"You are..." Wilson roughly guessed the woman's occupation, but he was a little unbelievable.

Is there really a fortune teller in this world now?
And it's a woman?
"Hey, don't change your name if you're going, or change your surname when you're sitting. My surname is Chen, just call me Chen fortune-telling! I can tell fortunes. Not only can I know astronomy and geography, but I can also predict the future and help people change their lives against the sky."

Wilson pulls Safir and is about to leave.

Mandela's eyes were slightly scarlet, staring at the woman in front of him.

Mandela, who hardly spoke, spoke hoarsely at this moment, responding to the woman's words.

"What hexagram."

"Gossip about heaven and earth. But..." Chen fortune-teller turned around and stood in front of Safir, staring at those blue eyes and said deeply, "The secrets of heaven and earth must not be revealed, I only tell people who are destined."

Safir looked at Mandela puzzled, only to see Mandela nodded slowly, meaning that it would be no problem to get in touch with this woman.

Numerology.

Something beyond the six realms.

Speaking of numerology, Mandela is no stranger.

Numerology often appears around people who can shake the fate of the world, so Mandela has dealt with numerology many times a long time ago.

This thing is neither good nor evil, it's just that every time it appears, something will be charged, and the standard of charging varies from person to person.

Unexpectedly, Safir believed in Mande LS. Phil looked at Chen's fortune-telling, and saw that the woman was smiling more and more happily.

"How to charge?"

The question she asked made the woman's smile freeze instantly, and the woman smiled awkwardly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Sapphire turned to leave.

Chen fortune teller hurriedly said, "One meal, one meal!"

Wilson's curiosity was aroused, and he said in a slightly joking tone, "Okay, no charge, right."

"How could it be inaccurate?" Chen fortune-teller took out a round bead the size of a pebble from his hand in an inscrutable way.

It is a crystal clear golden bead, which is even more dazzling under the light.

The fingers like catkins are slowly lifted up.

Chen fortune teller's eyes were full of obsession, and he was full of praise, "It's so beautiful."

Safir only felt that this bead was very familiar.

"Thief! When did the golden beads inlaid on the princess's carriage come into your hands!!" A yell was accompanied by a sharp wind.

Wilson stretched out his hand suddenly, protecting Safir's back.

I only heard the loud bang, and the sky was full of sand and soil.

The scarred sand shield slowly faded away.

Wilson's thoughts were drawn back to that cold night.

This is a unilateral transfer of capacity contract, so it does not need the consent of the transferee to be valid.There are a few simple and clear sentences written on it.

Party A: Hibiscus.

Party B: Wilson.

Trade item: Sandstorm ability.

The trigger condition automatically protects the life safety of Party B when Party B encounters danger.

When Party A dies, all traded items will be automatically handed over to Party B.

Wilson stood on the balcony, the dawn wind blowing.

He was stunned for a long time, and suddenly, as if hibiscus wiped off the dust on his glasses when he was parting, her voice suddenly became clear.

I have this ability because Hibiscus has...

Wilson has experienced the ups and downs in life, and he understands it, but he never thought about seeing Mu Jin at that time.

will be the last side.

You are in heaven, but your heart is in hell.

All the prosperity in front of me is an illusion, and the suffering outside this city is the most real world.

The sun was rising, and when Wilson looked up again, he realized that tears were streaming down his face.

Hibiscus gave the paper as if melting into the warmth of the sun, and the clear words disappeared forever in yesterday.

"Wow, it's scary~"

Chen fortune-teller pretended to be panicked and let go of his hand, and the golden bead flew out.

Sapphire stared at her.

I saw an inscrutable smile on the woman's face.

"Returning things to the right owner can break the situation."

(End of this chapter)