The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 1 Would there really be such a scumbag knight who would sell himself for just a piece of bread?

Target confirmation: bread in the hands of a young girl.

Enemy unit: A girl who looks weak.

Our combat strength: Although they are about the same age, they are men, and they still don't talk about martial arts sneak attacks.

After a little assessment of the difference in combat power between the enemy and ourselves, the boy in the grass jumped out like a cheetah.

Then--

Got defeated, that's all.

His hand was grabbed, and his whole body was pressed down by the little girl just now, he couldn't believe it.

Don't talk about Wude!He actually used his appearance to deceive innocent robbers.

Then came the thought of "I'm going to die".

Although he was prepared to die long ago, he never expected to be defeated by a nine-year-old child.

In this chaotic era, food is the most precious, but human life is the least precious.

Waiting for the gap of death, he has nothing to miss about this world. Some people go to hell because of hunger, but he has to live in hell.From picking up waste at the beginning to stealing now, if it wasn't for the lack of courage to commit suicide, he probably would have taken his own life long ago.

Said that he would have thought of a day of failure long ago, and he was also ready to die.

But never expected to fail the first time.

Closing his eyes, looking back at his second life, which he didn't have any nostalgia for, he just felt relieved at this moment, but the imaginary death didn't come, and the young child who was pressing on him didn't want to let go of him either.

"What's your name?"

"Hey, kid, hurry up and kill me while I have no strength, or you will be the one who will die." He showed a cruel smile. He is also a person who has been on the battlefield!
Although the person was beaten stupid, but the cruel words that should be released must be released!
"Call me a kid, you're not much older than me, are you?" As if dissatisfied with his attitude, the girl kept her sitting posture and put her feet on the boy's body.

For a moment, he forgot that he was also a kid.

"I don't have a name."

He hadn't been given a name, and he didn't want to improvise one.After all, there are so many war orphans, and no name is the norm.

"Oh? Don't you have a name?" The girl was thoughtful, and she moved her feet away from the boy's body, but still kept the sitting posture.

"War orphans... I'm very sorry!" The girl's sudden apology made him a little puzzled.

"Then how about I help you think of one?" The girl seemed to be particularly interested in this kind of thing, but this kind of curiosity was what a nine-year-old child should have.

However, this is not the issue that should be discussed now, is it?
"Cocoa."

Looking at the girl's serious emerald eyes, he turned his head indifferently.He just remembered that he hadn't chatted with anyone for a long time.

"That has no name, no name? The nameless person—" the girl nodded her lips and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled slyly: "I thought of it, how about calling it Saldishu Menechel?"

"Sartish Menechel?" The boy looked at the girl's smile, and although he had some bad premonitions, he didn't care. He simply closed his eyes: "Whatever."

He just wants to end the status quo quickly.

"Huh? No, I'm just" The girl who originally wanted to tease him didn't know how to answer.The name she chose, how should I put it, is very interesting.But that was just taken by her in order to fight back the other party's indifferent attitude.

"what happened?"

Seeing the other party's frivolous attitude again, she couldn't help puffing up: "Then the name is not allowed to be changed in the future!"

The boy who had just been named Saldishu Menechel raised his head with difficulty, looked at the girl's face and couldn't understand why the other party was so obsessed with the name.

"Nice meeting, my name is Artoria." The girl smiled at him.

"So can you kill me?"

"Why did you kill you?" Arturia showed a puzzled expression, as she seemed to hate the word kill very much.

As beautiful as the permafrost ice crystals blooming in the snow.

Such words emerged in his mind, but people with such thoughts would not be able to survive in troubled times.

"The reason is very simple, because I stole your food."

While it was stolen, it wasn't quite stolen.

"It is true that you should be punished, but I will not kill you."

Can't understand the logic of the girl named Artoria's behavior.

The breeze floated over his face, bringing the unique fragrance of green grass and girls, which made his somewhat muddy brain clear.

It's really stupid to persuade others to kill themselves or something.

But white is not allowed in the darkness. Will this white flower be dyed black, or swallowed by black?
Suddenly a little curious.

"Only took one?"

Artoria took out the bread she had snatched from Menechel, and asked in surprise.

"I can't eat too much, and I can't save it."

In this regard, Menechel did not beautify himself, he just expressed his truest intentions.He didn't want to pay attention to this weird woman who neither killed him nor let him go, and immediately looked away from Artoria's gaze.

But soon he realized what was wrong, and immediately added: "I'm just telling the truth."

"Give it to you."

Arturia handed the bread to the mouth of the boy below her.

"what?"

Menechel looked at the bread in front of her in disbelief.

"Hunger is the great enemy of man. Although it is shameful to steal for the sake of hunger, it is not a crime to die." Artoria said so self-consciously, she just used Menechel's back as a cushion, and with one hand Hold on to your face.

Just looking at the girl's profile, Arturia's eyes were shining brightly.She is looking forward to the future.

For a moment, Menechel forgot to bite the bread.

"The country is being invaded, so people are suffering." Artoria said her tone gradually became serious: "So I want to change this country."

"I want to stop the refugees from running around, I want the lords to stop killing each other, and I want to make Britain stronger." The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up, revealing a slight smile.

so beautiful...

It is unrelated to the beauty between men and women, and it is also a dreamlike beauty that Menechel does not possess. It is a full expression of pure goodness that has not been polluted by any pollution.

But he quickly woke up from that smile, and Menechel reluctantly lowered his head: "But it has nothing to do with you saving me, why did you save me?"

"Just as I want to save this country, do you need a reason to save people?"

It is precisely because he has witnessed such a dazzling life that he feels that his life is meaningless.He couldn't help but yearn for the fuzzy future depicted by the nine-year-old girl.

It is estimated that the scene he saw that day, the individual named Menechel will never forget it in his life, right?
Surrounded by the endless grassland, intertwined with the clear sky, feeling the mild sunlight, a few big caterpillars that can be seen everywhere are wriggling their one-meter-long attractive figure and looking for food.

But even the vast grassland is only the background, and everything is overshadowed by the smile of the girl named Arturia.

He took a bite of the bread hanging from his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it whole, while Artoria was still immersed in his dream.

It's so immature, but a girl who fantasizes like this will be forced to mature by war and hunger just like him.

"Then, please let me see the future you describe."

"I will." Arturia was still shy because of a lot of inexplicable words she said in high spirits, but when she heard the request from the boy under her, she nodded with a smile.

"For this reason, I will do my best to help you."

"Eh?"

Seeing the girl's stunned expression, Menechel had a feeling that he had finally won the game, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the rare good time.

A life without purpose and hope cannot last long, Menechel thought, but he was lucky, because on the same day, his life achieved both.

"Take it as a reward for the piece of bread you invited me to eat."

—————The author’s daily complaints————
ps: The serious title of this chapter: Selling worth—up to a loaf

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