Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1702 1703 God's Favor

She walked back to her neighbor Fran's door with the vegetables in her arms: She had been going directly to Fran's house more often recently. She helped Fran cook, clean the house, and treated herself as a nanny, so that she could feel at ease taking the money given to her by Fran and Charlie.

A young man in uniform was standing in the corridor, and no one knew what he was doing. Fran looked at him warily, and her hand touching the key in her pocket involuntarily exerted some force.

There was only one girl, Fran, and an old woman in the family. If the other party had any ill intentions, they would probably suffer. Although the public security in Hot Wind Port was relatively good under the governance of the Tang Army, they must be cautious in such a chaotic time.

"Who...are you? What are you doing here?" Shireen asked with a frown. She was observing the other person, and if he showed any suspicious reaction, she would scare him away by using Charlie's identity as a senior government official.

Although Charlie is not a high-ranking government official but just a small clerk, under normal circumstances, no one would dare to offend an elf who works for the Tang people.

"Hello, ma'am." The young man in uniform nodded shyly, said a polite greeting, and then asked, "Do you know if the owner of the house next door is still here?"

"What's the matter?" Xilin looked at the locked door of her house. That was her home, the home she hadn't been back to for several days.

"Ah, it's like this, I'm a postman, and I have a letter here, it's for Ms. Shireen." The young man was a little nervous, then he remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, and quickly added: "I knocked on the door, but no one was there."

As he spoke, he took out a beautiful envelope from the bag behind him: "This is a very important letter. I must hand it to Ms. Shilin personally. This is an order."

Letter? Xilin's heart suddenly twitched. She trembled a little, and her hand holding the key in her pocket couldn't stop shaking: "You, you mean, you said letter?"

"Yes, are you her neighbor?" the postman asked cautiously. He had just found this high-paying job and didn't want to mess up such an important task.

You know, when his immediate superior handed over the letters in this type of envelope to the postmen, he had given them special instructions: every letter must be delivered to the person on the address accurately, without any mistakes.

This is part of the Tang Empire's strategy for the Eastern Continent and one of the important details for the empire to appease the people. No problems are allowed to occur.

"I, I am Xilin." Xilin was so nervous that she forgot that she was holding the key to Fran's house. She walked to her door and poked at it for a long time with the key to Fran's house before she remembered that she had taken the wrong one.

So she quickly changed the correct key and opened the door of her house: "Look, I am Shireen. My letter, can you give me my letter?"

She stretched out her hand and found that it was completely out of her control and kept shaking. The postman looked at the address again, and then looked at the address on the letter: "Ms. Shilin, please tell me, what is your son's name? I can't make a mistake, so I'll confirm it one last time."

"Marvin, we have another son named Frank." For fear of missing anything, Shireen said the names of her two sons.

The postman no longer had any doubts and handed the envelope in his hand to Shilin: "Ma'am, this is your letter. Please sign your name here, or put a fingerprint as proof that you have received the letter." He took out a notebook from his pocket and handed it to Shilin. After she put her fingerprint, he put the thing away, nodded politely, and walked down the stairs.

Xilin stood at the door, just standing there, looking down at the envelope in her hand, looking at the crooked words on it: To Mother Xilin, sent by Ma Wen.

Finally, she remembered that she should open the letter. She put the dishes in her hand at the door, rubbed her thumb stained with ink on the back of her hand, and then carefully tore open the envelope.

The letter was only one page long and the content was not very long. I guess a female non-commissioned officer would not have enough patience to guide a private to write a letter of several thousand words.

But all this was enough for Shireen: she had seen her son's letter, and her son Marvin was still alive and well.

Leaning against the wall of the corridor, covering her mouth, Xilin wanted to cry but instinctively suppressed it. How did she survive all these days? She leaned against the wall, crying, but she didn't dare to wrinkle the letter in her hand.

But she didn't dare not hold the heavy letter tightly, because she was afraid that if she let go, the letter would disappear. She was afraid that all this was her own illusion, so she didn't dare to act recklessly, for fear that this dream would suddenly wake up.

Not until she finally confirmed everything did she stand up again against the wall. She walked back to her room and suddenly felt that everything around her had color again.

She still has a son alive, Marvin is still alive! And he said in the letter that he is doing well, working and eating three meals a day, and there is no danger except for the hard work.

He no longer took risks on the front lines, but was only responsible for repairing the roads. Although it didn't sound great, it was enough for Shilin! As long as she didn't have to risk her life in the hail of bullets, any job was fine.

The letter also said that he would serve three years in prison for his war crimes near Yongdong Port, during which he could only work for the Tang Empire and could not leave at will. However, he could write her a letter every week, so there was nothing to worry about.

This sentence made Xilin even more ecstatic. As long as the child was alive, she didn't mind working for three years. As long as she could receive a letter from her child every week, everything would be fine.

Suddenly, she smiled, a long-lost smile that was so bright.

She picked up the vegetables she had bought, closed her door, walked to the door of Fran's house, took out the key and opened the door. She woke Fran up in the room with a joyful voice: "Fran, dear... my son is still alive. Look what I have been waiting for. Marvin is still alive. Gods above... he is still alive."

Fran shouted with joy, and she hugged Shilin, feeling happy for her neighbor. In such a war, they didn't lose much, which could be said to be blessed by God for people like them.