Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

His calm tone was filled with murderous intent, as if he would have his throat slit if he took another step closer to Domi.

Charles was so startled he almost froze on the spot.

"It's okay to talk from a distance. Come on, let me hear your terms."

"We can offer one hundred gold dragons, equivalent to ten thousand Northern Shields, to buy two jugs of water!"

"I'll give you one last chance. Oh, by the way, I'm not interested in money. I hope you can offer me something that satisfies me."

"This this……"

To be honest, his team didn't have any decent treasures, so they couldn't complete the transaction.

"I'm sorry, it seems we can't give you our precious water resources."

Charles ran back to his group dejectedly, and unsurprisingly received a barrage of insults from the girl.

As someone who's been through it all (meaning I've seen it all), Domi expresses deep sympathy and wishes that no man in the world will ever encounter an unreasonable and capricious woman.

"This guy is so pitiful..."

Even Touer could see it, which shows that Charles was indeed quite miserable, living a life that turned out to be a human tragedy.

"That's his own fault. If he wasn't after fame, why would he choose a young lady who just graduated as his main player?"

"Not only do we have to treat her like an ancestor, but we also have to be scolded like livestock. Is it worth it?"

“Aphrodite, say less,” Domi interrupted. “We outsiders shouldn’t rub salt into their wounds. Anyway, once we get out of here, Brother Charles will be able to get rid of that girl.”

"Humph~"

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, they finally found another village.

This village is even smaller than the first one; calling it a village is an understatement; it's more like a small settlement.

However, the buildings inside are quite perplexing. Apart from a few houses, there is a dilapidated church without a roof.

There wasn't much inside, but there was a stone statue, only a body, no head; the head seemed to have been severed...

What's even stranger is that after the group of Xisha soldiers reached the vicinity of the church, they stopped moving forward, as if they had lost their target and were now aimlessly wandering around.

Finally, they were safe... Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed against the wall, exhausted.

Domi and his group occupied one side, while Charles and his group occupied the other side. With the stone statue as the reference point, there was a clear dividing line between them, like the Chu River and Han border, and they kept to themselves.

Now that there are no external threats, normal humans have become the biggest threat. Faced with an enemy that could suddenly launch an attack at any time, no one dares to let their guard down.

They were wary of each other, and then began to feel tired, cold, hungry and thirsty.

Of course, Domi and his team only fall into the first two categories. Charles's team was in a much worse situation, looking like they were about to freeze to death.

Presumably unable to bear it any longer, the 'high-achieving' girl, who was reasonably good-looking, actually left Charles's group and walked straight towards Domi.

However, as is customary, he was naturally threatened by Forty-Seven's glare.

She stopped four steps away, and to everyone's astonishment, lifted her shirt, revealing the faint outline of her southern hemisphere supported by a lace bra:

"Interested? I'll give you the night, all you need is a pot of water."

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Domi just scoffed at this.

The girl's face turned deathly pale. It might have turned red, but it was too cold now, and she probably didn't even want blood to seep onto her face.

"What do you mean……"

She made such a sacrifice, giving up even the most important thing for a girl without hesitation, and this is his reaction?

Although she herself doesn't really care about it, after all, even if she smells really good, only 87% of her body is actually fragrant.

Of the group's reactions, only Domi showed her the least respect; the others just watched the show and enjoyed the spectacle.

"I think my meaning is very clear. I've said it before, I don't lack money, I don't lack women, I lack nothing. If you want water, trade it for some decent treasures, you idiot, Ondes?"

"Wh...what the hell?" Toll's brain completely shut down. They were talking just a moment ago, how did his hearing suddenly become so strained?

Afu rolled her eyes at him: "It's none of your business, why are you making a fuss over nothing?"

Hearing Domi's harsh reply and seeing how these people disregarded her, the girl felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger!

From graduation to entering society, when was she not a little princess pampered by everyone? Now that she's lowered herself, this is the kind of treatment she gets?!

What an international joke!

"What I'm saying is already the biggest compromise I can make. I wouldn't even give other people this chance. Don't be ungrateful!"

"Ha ha……"

Domi sneered, stood up, and although he wasn't much taller than the girl, he exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"Girl, you seem pretty confident in yourself. Does the academy not provide mirrors for you, or did your parents bribe these uncles who treat you like royalty? You should really take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror."

"To put it bluntly, even if you stripped yourself naked and threw yourself on the bed, I wouldn't bother to even look at you."

"Because your so-called greatest contribution is so cheap, worthless, and disgusting."

"What color is it? Others may not know, but don't you have any self-awareness?"

"Get lost, you stink."

The dagger at Forty-Seven's waist was partially exposed; now that the young master had spoken, there was no need to hide the intention to see the guest out.

The girl's face grew increasingly gloomy, so cold it seemed to freeze the sweltering summer sun. She unconsciously tightened her grip on her shirt and said no more.

He turned back to his own team, only to find that even the group of older men were looking at him with a strange and distant gaze.

This is probably what it means to be abandoned by everyone and even your closest friends.

"Okay...okay, okay..." She said "okay" several times in a row: "Don't you guys usually pride yourselves on being warm-hearted? Why aren't you comforting me at a time like this?"

The older men remained unmoved, including Charles, the number one sheep.

"Just as the ladies were right, behind the 'warm guy' line of dogs is a bunch of blind dogs!"

"Charles, I can't be bothered to stay in your lousy squad any longer. You're just wasting my precious youth!" She stood up, took one of the two remaining travel bags from the group, and walked out of the church without looking back.

"It's best if we never see each other again!"

However, she hadn't walked more than a few steps when she heard Charles calling from behind.

The girl was secretly pleased, thinking that Charles was indeed her number one fish; giving him a little benefit now and then would still be useful in crucial moments.

She turned around with a nonchalant air: "It's too late to beg me to go back now!"

Come on, lick me like a lapdog, and beg me not to leave.

Charles took a few steps forward, scratched the back of his head, and stammered:

"Uh... actually, that's not what I meant. It's just that you have to leave your bag behind."

click-

The beautiful illusion shattered with a crisp sound.

The girl completely broke down, tears welling up in her eyes. With a determined heart, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and ran outside without looking back.

Charles panicked upon seeing this. This wouldn't do! His entire team was counting on these last two packages of supplies; how could she take them all by herself?!

So he shouted to the team members behind him, "Damn it, she's trying to take our last supplies! Stop her!"

This completely severed all pretense of civility. Several burly men, carrying no loads, easily caught up with the girl and brutally snatched the travel bag from her back.

After all that effort, he could only lie there miserably on the floor, a mixture of sand and bricks.

Domi could see it clearly.

During the process of retrieving her travel bag, several people took advantage of the chaos to kick her a few times, and some even took the opportunity to grope her. This shows how unpopular this spoiled and arrogant xxn was in their group.

He felt he had to retract his assessment of them as "Boiling Sheep".

Because all Boiling Sheep can do is lick, and in the end he not only loses everything but also dares not cause any trouble.

But they dare to face the bleak reality of life, which puts them at least a level above Boiling Sheep.

In that case, they should be called vengeful spirits.

Although the vengeful spirit diligently serves xxn on ordinary days, it will still "fight for the sake of a beauty," and the object of this "fight for the sake of a beauty" may be somewhat ambiguous.

"Wonderful!"

Domi clapped and cheered, then took a water bottle, which was only a third full, from his bag and tossed it to Charles.

"Good work deserves reward!"

Charles took the kettle, weighed it in his hand, and knew there wasn't much water left. But something was better than nothing; dignity had to take a backseat to survival.

"Thank you." He still expressed his gratitude for the charity.

After sharing his meager water with his teammates, Charles was left with nothing. He felt utterly helpless, but there was nothing else he could do at the moment. He could only call on his teammates to set up camp again and try to get through this painful night.

Although Domi's side was missing two tents, they still had two, which were enough to keep them warm, making their conditions much better than Charles's.

That girl is a bit pitiful; she was abandoned by the group... oh no, she ended up on the streets because of her own tantrums.

His face, covered in wet sand and gravel, was filled with confusion.

Looking towards Domi, it was a place that was not to be approached at all, and not to be trifled with.

Looking towards his former employer, he realized they had completely abandoned any pretense of civility towards him.

Like a poor, homeless kitten.

However, the long, cold night will not spare her just because she is xxn. That's how the world is; suffering always seeks out those who are already suffering.

When you're down on your luck, reality will deliver another blow as a finishing touch.

The sweat from the intense exercise had mercilessly drained away her remaining heat. She trembled and curled up on the ground, as if all her strength had been drained away, and her lips began to fade.

In a daze, the color disappeared from his pupils, and his body slowly calmed down...

She died, so easily.

Charles and his companions watched the entire process with ruthless indifference, feeling a sense of shared sorrow for the fallen.