Chapter 10, Currency Exchange

Hello!

Meaningless murmurs emanated from the little beggar's embrace, and she seemed to be in much better spirits. In response, the little beggar quickened her pace, running towards her destination

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However, there is one thing that even the wealthy will acknowledge, or at the very least, disdainfully agree upon. This is a place where the desires of the impoverished are vented, and it is also a location where various criminal transactions occur with great frequency

The little beggar silently gazed at the infant in his arms, his expressionless face framed by a pair of cold, unfeeling eyes. He had encountered "trouble," and this "trouble" would undoubtedly consume a significant amount of his "working" time and add many unpaid tasks to his burden

The little beggar gathered some fresh snow and put it into the kettle to boil, but the consequence of this action was that he no longer had any wood to secure the tent, nor could he withstand the next onslaught of the snowstorm. He took a bite of the hard bread and swallowed it down with some saliva. Once his stomach felt a bit fuller, he tore the bread into small pieces, placed them into the kettle to dissolve, and used his fingers to feed the little girl bit by bit.

Under the bridge, a rare sliver of sunlight filters through. Although it is exceedingly scarce, the golden hue still paints the tent with a warm color. Accompanied by the gradually rising sound of horse-drawn carriages on the bridge, the tent stirred.

The little beggar silently watched Anmie, allowing him to speak. Once he finished, the little beggar suddenly spoke up and said: "Anmie, how can I take you down"

After closing his eyes, the little beggar felt an overwhelming sense of regret in his mind, hidden behind the expressionless facade of his face

She can change to Sula

"Human boy, according to your statement, how should this be resolved?"

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The little beggar's hand suddenly trembled slightly. He turned his head away, no longer looking into those innocent eyes. Yes, she should not look at him with such a gaze, nor should she display such a dependent expression towards him. Because soon, the person whom those emerald eyes were gazing at would replace her with Sula, and then throw her into the kiln, leaving her to fend for herself.

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The peephole on the door was pulled open, and a face filled with treachery and mercantilism emerged from within

The sword that cannot be removed ... This means that it is impossible to get rid of this dangerous object, and it has to be exchanged for Sula ...

The morning air pierced through the bridge arch, bringing a coldness that was different from that of a snowstorm. The little beggar couldn't help but shiver, clutching the swaddled bundle in his arms tighter, lowering his head.

Go get her to exchange for money the little beggar replied succinctly

The little beggar huddled in the alley, while the desperate mouse peered from the dark corner, longing for survival. After confirming that there were no passersby on the street at noon, he lowered his head and, cradling the infant girl, stepped onto the street, walking through this flower-lined alley.

Who is it

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The little beggar looked coldly at the crying infant in his arms

The little beggar shook his tattered coat, turning it inside out. He carefully picked up the infant girl and placed her into the worn but clean and warm coat. After folding the garment neatly, he lifted the infant girl once more, then rolled up the blanket, wrapping it around both himself and the baby.

Well... I remember. Kid, I hope you can firmly remember this day, for in the time to come, you will profoundly realize just how important this day will be for you.

One should take care of one's own matters oneself

Beside the bridge arch, a simple frame made of branches has been erected, though it is unclear when this occurred. On the frame, pieces of cloth flutter in the wind. These are the swaddling clothes of a baby girl, cleaned with snowmelt, hanging there to dry in the breeze

I

The little beggar stepped out of the tent, feeling the biting cold of winter assaulting his skin

Her face glistened with a few droplets of water, reflecting a spectrum of colors in the morning sunlight. On her rosy cheeks, her faint breathing continued. ... She touched it with her hand ... . ... The fever persists, still unabated.

Suddenly, the little beggar's hand came to a sudden halt. At the same time, the infant girl in his arms let out a gentle tremor. ... Then, she displayed a relaxed expression as if she had resolved some issue, exhaled a breath, and fell asleep once more ...

Beneath the bridge, the upper body of the little beggar was bare. He shivered, his lips turning purple, and his hands tightly clutched his arms. After throwing some filthy dry grass into the river, he crawled into the tent and looked at the little girl lying in the pile of dry grass, covered by her own blanket

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What a pity

Ah, interesting. Hey, she is looking at you, see

The largest tavern in the flower street and alley specializes in selling low-quality liquor and cheap prostitutes, bearing such a vulgar name. This place is a gathering spot for patrons seeking pleasure, as well as a battleground for rogues and thieves.

The man lowered his head to take a look, and upon seeing the little beggar, he let out a cold laugh. Then, he pulled up the peep window, and two minutes later, the door was opened.

The little beggar's footsteps slowed slightly. He also looked at the infant girl in his arms, gazing at her rosy little face. Her eyelashes were long, and her tiny lips appeared somewhat pale. With each gentle breath, a waft of milky fragrance floated out. It was very sweet and very pleasant.

If it is both dirty and smelly, the number of Surahs that can be exchanged will be reduced

The tone of the dimming voice was slightly mocking, seemingly very interested in observing the next actions of the little beggar

"Where are you going?" mocked Annihilation in the depths of the mind

The warm liquid was transmitted through the swaddling cloth to the little beggar's hand. The liquid traveled along the chain, penetrating the still unhealed wound on his right arm, emitting a gentle sting. As the cold morning wind blew, the warm liquid turned icy

The morning hours are drawing to a close. The midday sun hangs in the sky, radiating its rare warmth. Passersby on the street are all wrapped in heavy winter coats, stepping forward in wide, thick, and warm shoes, treading on the snow-covered ground. In the days of winter, even on sunny days, the cold remains ever-present.

Ugh ... ... Ugh wow ... ...

Pink Lady

After listening, the little beggar fell silent. He felt a bit regretful about this. Meanwhile, Anmie let out a hum, and his red pupils slowly closed, transforming into thin lines, disappearing just as suddenly as they had appeared. The blood in the hollow seemed to be absorbed by the sword, leaving an imprint. The red light in the tent faded away, and this time, sleep could finally be welcomed

Ugh... Ah... Bah... Wuwu...

In the northeast corner of Sinag, this is a place notorious in the city for sexually transmitted diseases, drug addicts, robbers, and murderers. Even when covered by ice and snow, the chaos and degradation that permeate this area cannot be concealed. Such places are absolutely off-limits to the wealthy. They have the means to enjoy higher-class women and would not come to such places to choose from those who lack beauty and taste, akin to slabs of fat waiting for someone to engage with them.

The night of the blizzard has passed. Saint-Nazaire welcomes a rare sunny morning. The slightly frozen river is sprinkled with drops of shattered gold, and a white carpet covers the entire street

Third Era, Year 1180, January, Deep Winter

What is most abundant in a border city that is completely disordered and filled with chaos

However, if it were only like this, then it would be fine

Flower Street and Alley

It is precisely because of the foul atmosphere here that this ancient tradition has managed to survive in various filthy places, much like cockroaches

The cold wind steals away the warmth of the liquid. Deep within the cold swaddling, the expression of the infant girl gradually becomes one of discomfort. Finally, she opens her mouth and, using the only weapon available to a baby—crying—announces her unease

Sensing the sweet aroma of food, the little girl slightly opened her mouth, sucking on the fingers of the little beggar. Perhaps due to her intense hunger, her sucking was quite vigorous. Her tiny hands also clutched the beggar's fingers, holding on tightly with her feeble strength, unwilling to let go

The little beggar lowered his head and slightly lifted the blanket to take a look inside. He saw that the little girl had already woken up, her eyes, resembling emeralds, were somewhat fearful yet intensely focused on the face of the little beggar.

The tent fabric was lifted, and the little beggar slowly emerged from within. He held a small infant girl in his arms, appearing as though he had not let go of her all night long

Annihilation stared at the little beggar and sneered, "What, do you feel pain now? Remember this. In the days to come, every time you accept more of my power, you will feel this pain once again. Unless you cut off your arm, these chains connecting your blood vessels will never loosen."

It is now noon, and the Pink Lady has not yet opened for business. The little beggar glanced at the front door of the tavern and immediately went around to the back, where the garbage is disposed of. He then knocked on the door.

The little beggar fed her bit by bit. This breakfast took him too much time. For an hour, he repeated the action of moistening his fingers and feeding the little girl.

Having spoken, the little beggar returned to the tent, tossed the crying infant onto a pile of dry grass, and turned to leave the tent

Sad Continent? ... ... Interesting. A very interesting name. So what era is it now? The Second Era? It shouldn't be.

Having spoken these words, the little beggar shivered once more and stepped into the winter noon.

The little beggar's head emerged from the center... No matter how warm it was outside, his vigilant eyes were always scanning the surroundings. Even the mouse at the entrance of the hole would carefully observe its surroundings to prevent itself from becoming the breakfast of an eagle or a snake the moment it showed its face

Your parents are dead, and in this world, no one will come to help you clean up the body

Young man, your actions leave me somewhat perplexed