Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

Joseph paused for a moment, then said nonchalantly.

Asuka Iki frowned, feeling a little weird.

In a place that Asuka Iki couldn't see, a little cold sweat had already appeared on Joseph's forehead.

I accidentally forgot about this one! !

Just as Joseph was thinking about how to explain it, the task came.

"Ah, there is a task, I will go to carry out the task first."

Joseph's eyes lit up, and he spoke quickly.

Looking at the back of Joseph leaving, Asuka Ikiji felt even more suspicious.

In a corner of the city, a little girl with a basket in her hand sat alone in an empty park.

In the basket were matches soaked in water.

She was waiting for someone who would buy matches.

The feet without shoes were red from the cold, but the strange thing is that the temperature today is not low.

This should not be the case even without shoes.

A breeze blew by, and the smell of something being burnt came along with the breeze.

"Little sister, it's about to rain, why don't you go home?"

A voice that seemed to be suppressing something came out.

The girl turned her head, and a man with a strange smile on his face was trying to force a kind smile.

But that smile is so strange no matter how you look at it.

Just like some scum in film and television works.

"gentlemen."

There was a sound like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

But the man doesn't seem to notice this at all.

"Want to buy a match?"

The little girl also had a smile on her face, raised the basket in her hand and handed it to the man and asked.

Compared with the man's smile, this smile looks very innocent.

But there seems to be something hidden.

Chapter 310 The Little Match Girl Died That Night

Looking at the match handed to him, the man was slightly taken aback.

matches?

Is there anyone selling matches in this day and age?

It's not that men haven't seen people who are still using matches.

Many self-proclaimed smokers always say that only those who really like smoking will use matches to light cigarettes.

Because the lighter will affect the taste of the smoke.

He is skeptical of this claim.

Because he doesn't think there is any difference.

In his eyes, this statement is nothing more than some people trying to show their uniqueness.

After carefully observing the little girl, the man noticed something unusual.

The little girl in front of her didn't look Japanese obviously, and the clothes on her body were very similar to the style of the European mid-world.

Although the tattered clothes that can barely cover the body can't see any patterns, but the man who has watched many film and television works still thinks so.

The man didn't think about why the little girl spoke Japanese even though she was obviously not Japanese.

Or why the other party is not speaking Japanese, but I can understand it.

'Could it be that! '

Suddenly, the man thought of a possibility.

Obviously not from this era, the little match girl. . . .

The man's heart was pounding.

He thought of a setting that often appeared in novels.

'Through? ! '

Thinking of this, the way the man looked at the little girl became obviously different.

Originally, I just came out to satisfy my little hobby, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing? !

It's amazing!

Everyone should have seen this, this guy is a pervert.

And the most despicable kind.

The slag that even Diablo doesn't like.

The best destination for this kind of guy is to be killed, disappear in this world, and make a contribution to the purification of this world.

"Well, little sister, can uncle ask you a question?"

Bending down, the man asked with a 'kind' smile on his face.

Facing this wretched smile that was enough to scare a child to tears, the little girl just smiled slightly:

"If you'd like to buy matches, sir."

At the same time, he passed the match in his hand forward.

Looking at the smile on the little girl's face, the smile on the man's face was even bigger.

Hastily took out a few coins from the clothes and handed them to the little girl.

If what he thinks is true, what is this little money?

After receiving the money, the little girl calmly folded the money and put it in the pocket of her patched clothes.

There are a few copper plates faintly visible in it, which should be coins from the Middle Ages.

After putting the money away, the little girl carefully selected the basket, and finally found a match that didn't look so damp and handed it to the man.

"Sir, your matches."

Looking at the little girl's sweet smile, the man felt like his heart was about to melt.

Hastily took the match, the man was about to ask the little girl.

However, the sudden burning of matches interrupted his words.

Feeling the heat from his fingertips, the man froze for two seconds.

Although he has not used matches for many years, it is impossible for this match to burn no matter how wet it looks.

Not to mention spontaneous combustion out of thin air.

This is obviously not right.

"Sir, do you have any questions?"

However, the little girl's words interrupted the man's doubts.

Seeing the little girl's smile, the man instantly put his doubts behind him.

It doesn't matter, the most important thing is to gain the little girl's trust as soon as possible.

"Can I tell Uncle your name?"

With a smile on his face, the man looked at the little girl and asked.

What the man didn't notice was that the skin on the tips of his two fingers holding the match was slightly wrinkled.

It's like the skin of an old person.

Under the light of the flickering fire, the man seemed to see a scorched and ferocious face through the little girl's smile.

There seems to be a slight burnt smell in the nasal cavity.

After chatting for a long time, the man had a deep understanding of this little girl.

She didn't know why she was here.

It was her bad-tempered father who ordered her to come out to sell matches, and she also had a deceased grandmother who was very kind to her.

'Perfect fit. '

The man's heart beat fast.

Under the excitement, he felt that his breathing began to become difficult.

Unexpectedly, a guy like him who is not good at anything would have such a lucky day.

Sure enough, good things will happen when you are alive.

"Then, little sister, are you willing to go home with your uncle?"

The man said in a hoarse voice, licking his dry lips at the same time.

However, there is no moist feeling on the lips.

Is it because you are too excited?

The man thought while excited.

Also, he was thrilled just thinking about the days to come.

"I think so too."

The voice like an angel came out, and it was completely two extremes from the sound like sandpaper rubbing before.