Chapter Seven, The Night of the Blizzard

The cloaked figure seized the woman's hair, pulled back her eyelids, and forced her to behold the anguished visage of her husband

The man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and cursed, "Bullshit! What saintly son? I don't understand what you are saying at all!"

The woman, upon seeing her husband's tragic state, closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight any longer. She wept, her tears tracing down her beautiful face, transforming into ice crystals as they fell onto the snow.

The little beggar gazed coldly at the infant girl in his arms; at this moment, his heart had become incredibly calm. He knew what he should do; he should immediately abandon this sickly baby and return home. He had inexplicably brought this little girl here, but even the most foolish person would understand that he could not possibly carry this girl around everywhere.

The woman tightly closed her mouth, watching as more and more spears pierced the man, with the positions increasingly approaching his vital points... Her heart shattered; compared to the pain she endured, her heart ached even more...

Who exactly are you? Why are you attacking us?

The two individuals managed to evade our surveillance after entering the Synagogue, so they must have hidden the Holy Son and the Sword. Investigate the city; as long as there are newborn infants, regardless of gender, bring them all back to me

The little beggar's hand is about to let go. Is it due to being separated from the warm embrace? ... At this moment, the little infant's eyes slowly open ...

The corners of his mouth revealed a slight smile beneath the cloak. He walked to a position where both could see him, slightly bowed, and said: "Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is 'Lock'. I am the leader of the 'Key' organization"

How is that little baby girl doing

Byron ... ... If there is another life ... ... I still want to be your wife ... ...

... ...

The woman uttered the first curse of her life. She also spat out her last mouthful of saliva, splattering it on the face of the cloaked man

The noise gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of snowflakes tapping against the lid of the trash can.

The little beggar did not know whether the snow outside had stopped or if he had nearly reached his limit. His feet were stuck in the sewage, and the cold had frozen his feet into frost.

Ten minutes have passed again

The cloaked figure did not respond immediately. His gaze slowly moved over the two individuals. After surveying them, he seemed somewhat disappointed and said: "I have not pursued you; as long as you are willing to hand over the items, I will immediately apologize to both of you and then invite the best physician to treat you. However, just five days ago, when I merely came to express my intentions, your servants and slaves immediately drew their weapons against me. I was only acting in self-defense. " However, just five days ago, when I merely came to express my intentions, your servants and slaves immediately drew their weapons against me. I was only acting in self-defense.

Hehe, you do not need to know. Now tell me, where exactly are your children? And where is your ancestral sword?

In the silent trash can, a faint whimper sounded remarkably loud

The cloaked man's hand released. He stood upright, and there was no longer any submissiveness in his cold expression. At that moment, the woman knew that the final moment for herself and her husband had finally arrived

Kingfisher? What does it mean!

It is ! ''

At this thought, the little beggar's left hand, which was tightly holding the infant girl, began to slowly loosen... pushing her towards the pile of garbage...

However... a subordinate inquired, "Esteemed Master, did that swordsman not say that their child is a boy?"

Two more spears pierced down from the man's shoulders. His body was as fragile as foam, unable to stop the cold spears from penetrating.

Come, speak it out. Then hand over the Holy Son to me. Although you will lose this first child, you still have the resources and time; you can still have a second, a third. Is it not too much of a sacrifice to give up your own life and that of your husband for just one child who can be replaced at any time

The man let out a cry of agony, as the wounds that had originally been frozen by the ice and snow burst open once more, and his body began to convulse, appearing to be in great pain

Time, tick, tick, tick ... ...

The man had already been pierced by more than ten long spears, yet he still shouted loudly. It was precisely the man's cry that finally led the woman to make her final decision

The little beggar's feet have already frozen to a patch of foul water. His legs have completely lost all sensation. If he does not move soon, he will truly freeze to death

Hmph. The cloaked figure let out a cold laugh, raising the skull in his left hand and playing with it delicately: "He says it's a son, so it must be a son? Why can't it be a daughter? Go find her for me, and anyone who resists will be killed without mercy.

Uh ... ...

You certainly do not understand. In fact, the title 'Son' is not entirely accurate. It should be referred to as 'Kingfisher'.

Clatter

The recent danger made him forget about this object, but now he had a few seconds to observe it. Through the light of the snow filtering in from outside the trash can, a sword with its hilt heavily locked by chains appeared before him, looking utterly impossible to draw. Moreover, the black longsword, whose sheath was almost longer than the body of a small beggar, came into his view

Facing the blizzard, the little beggar raised his right hand... At that moment, he realized that he had been holding something in his right hand all along

The little beggar lowered his head and gently pulled aside the cloth covering the infant girl's head

The little beggar's eyes peered through the gap of the trash can lid, constantly observing the movements outside. His left hand, however, was curled tightly around a burden that he should not have been holding. ... And in the middle of that burden, there emanated a faint sound of tiny breaths ...

The man spat at the cloaked figure and fell silent

The cloaked man's expression darkened slightly. He turned around and strode towards the woman, waving his hand gently. Four henchmen approached once more, gripping the four long spears that pinned the man to the ground, and with great force, they thrust them in again.

The hand paused in mid-air. The cold eyes revealed no emotion. ... Time continued to pass, and the wind and snow outside continued to blow ...

Bastard, I will never hand the child over to you... go to hell!

These eyes gazed weakly at the little beggar, and in her ignorance, she only knew to look at him this way

The little beggar coldly gazed at the sword. After three seconds, he had finished his appraisal. He did not need such a weapon that could easily expose him, so he decided to sell the sword the next day. As for the man's admonitions, the little beggar completely disregarded them

... ...

With a wave of the cloaked figure's hand, two henchmen stepped forward and forcefully plunged the sword into the hearts of the couple

After the members of the Key finished cleaning up the bodies, several higher-ranking subordinates approached the Cloaked Man, knelt down, and awaited instructions. After a brief moment of contemplation, the Cloaked Man immediately issued a command

The pitch-black blizzard continued to blow, with crystalline snowflakes carrying red liquid soaring into the air ... In the alley, everything fell silent ...

Self-defense? You came to me on the day my wife was giving birth, and then said... that I should give you my newly born son. Is this what you call self-defense?

It is now deep into the night. The darkness outside has swallowed all the light, and there is no longer any sound. In a little while, even the sound of snowflakes tapping against the lid will disappear

Come, speak it out. Tell me where the child is. You are still young; although you are strong in terms of power, in terms of age, you are merely newlyweds. Do you see? Your husband is there in pain, but as long as you reveal where our Holy Son is, you can save your husband

Yes, he completely disregards it

Call ... ...

The tone of the cloaked figure was gentle and peaceful, filled with allure. The woman's lips trembled, her will was on the verge of collapse. ... At last, she slowly opened her mouth ...

The man, seeing the pain of his wife, felt as if his heart were being torn apart. He cried out in a hoarse and desperate voice

Is it due to the cold? Her face turned red again... After a slight hesitation, the little beggar lowered his head and touched his forehead to the infant girl's forehead

It seems safe

She has a pair of green, yet remarkably youthful eyes

With a sound of agreement, the subordinates immediately scattered with their lackeys, beginning the search for their Holy Son

"Indeed." The corner of the Cloaked Man's mouth revealed a cold smile: "I see that you two have no idea of your son's importance to our organization. He is the Chosen One, a crucial element. To make amends, I even brought a considerable amount of compensation. Yet, you two show no gratitude whatsoever"

No! Lan, don't tell him! Absolutely must not say! Wuu... Wuwahaa!

Orchid ... ... Orchid ... ... ! Orchidーー !

"Do not say that! Lan, that is our child, I will never entrust my own flesh and blood to anyone!"

A faint sound came from his right hand at the moment the little beggar was about to push open the lid of the trash can ... followed closely by ...

Green

She has developed a high fever again

Her breathing was gentle, almost imperceptibly fragile. The forehead of the little girl was already burning hot; she wearily closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep once more. ... However, compared to just a moment ago, at this moment, she was about to be taken from the arms of the little beggar and buried alive deep within the garbage heap, yet her small hands tightly clutched the swaddling cloth, her tiny body trembling.

The intense pain has begun

"Alright, virtuous wife. To alleviate your husband's suffering, please tell me, where are your children now? And where is that sword?"

So hot

The little beggar held his breath, still curled up inside this garbage bin that exuded a foul odor. It was damp, dark, and cold here. Yet, it was incredibly safe. He would not venture out recklessly until he was certain that it was truly safe outside.

Key ... ... lock. ... ... ? I do not remember offending you. ... ... My wife should not have either! I have never even heard of your organization! Why ... ... suddenly poison us. ... ... Also destroyed our home, killed my parents, and are chasing us? !

The sounds outside have quieted down