I, Viego, conquer Terra!

She didn't seem to have thought that Isolde would question her in such a tone and attitude.

"It's only a shoulder bag, Isolde..."

"Then throw it away, Gwen!" Isolde frowned and angrily interrupted Gwen's words. He took a step forward, and his eyes, which were originally gentle and compassionate, stared at Gwen with anger:

"Why, you just won't listen to me?!"

"...Because I like this bag very much." Gwen pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice. "I don't want to throw it away, Isolde, I really don't want to... I don't want to..."

I don't want to quarrel with you, Isolde.

But Gwen was interrupted.

Snapped--!

It was interrupted by Isolde's raised and lowered hand.

She was interrupted by the crisp sound of skin touching skin and the hand that was originally gently caressing the top of her head falling on her face.

Gwen subconsciously raised her hand, touched her cheek which still felt painful with her fingertips, and stared at Isolde dully.

Isolde's eyes were cold.

"I don't want to say it again, Gwen. Let go and drop that satchel - now, immediately!"

Every word, every bit of anger, every question, and every look of Isolde at this moment seemed to turn into sharp swords, piercing the non-existent heart of the doll girl into pieces.

Gwen didn't understand.

It's just a shoulder bag.

It's just an ordinary shoulder bag.

Why must you throw it away?

This was the first gift Viego gave her.

Gwen treasured this satchel.

Why would Isolde not let her keep it?

Throwing it away won't change anything, it will just make her very sad.

Why......

Isolde looked at the dazed Gwen, with anger in his eyes, but his expression was cold and indifferent: "Gwen, you disappoint me."

The disguise of gentleness and compassion was finally torn apart after constant resistance and violation of one's will, revealing the indifference and hidden anger underneath.

Gwen, you were supposed to be a good, obedient child.

But now, you have begun to disobey me and even dare to refute my words.

This is not how you are supposed to be, Gwen.

Isolde looked at Gwen, who remained silent for a long time and seemed still unable to come back to his senses. He felt a little satisfied and his expression softened a little. He raised his hand and touched the top of Gwen's head:

"Only bad kids would do that. Gwen, promise me you won't be a bad kid, okay? Be obedient and throw that bag away... After we get into town, I'll give you a new one."

Gwen stepped back, letting the hand that was reaching for her head miss.

Isolde stared at Gwen, her hand frozen in midair.

"Gwen...?"

Gwen is very sad now and feels that her mind is in a mess.

The slap from Isolde was like a sharp needle, piercing through all the reluctance and hesitation in her heart.

It also made her mind go blank.

But at least she responded from her heart.

"No, Isolde..." She whispered back, "I don't want to be your good child. I am not a child, and I will never throw away this shoulder bag, and I don't need you to send me a new one."

"I don't want to follow you anymore, Isolde." Gwen raised her head and glanced at Isolde. Her eyes, which should have been excited and bright, now contained complicated emotions.

Sadness, disappointment, resistance...

It's all negative emotions.

Gwen didn't understand many big principles, and didn't understand why Isolde was so angry and why she insisted that she throw away the bag.

She only knew that this shoulder bag was a gift from Viego to her, she liked it very much and would never give it up.

She only knew that the current Isolde suddenly made her feel so strange.

It also made her very sad, very sad.

But Gwen was unwilling to argue with Isolde anymore, nor did she intend to try to persuade Isolde anymore.

She just wanted to follow her subconscious instinct.

--leave here.

Leave her side.

So Gwen turned away.

The blue-haired doll girl lowered her head.

Go further and further, go faster and faster.

She could feel that Isolde was standing there, looking at her.

But she never looked back.

One glance and no one looked back.

The doll, born in the holy aura of deep love and protection, can always keenly perceive whether others are kind or malicious towards it.

And in Isolde's eyes.

With something that was unfamiliar to her, even a little scary,

Malice.

Gwen just wanted to get out of here now.

Where should she go? She didn't know.

But at least...

It won't be by Isolde's side.

......

When wild beasts are injured, they return to their dens to lick their wounds because that is the safest place for them.

When young animals feel threatened, they will subconsciously make sounds to call their adult parents.

Because that is the most reassuring existence for them.

"..."

Gwen looked up at the long queue of people in front of the tall mechanical wall, her right hand tightly grasping the strap of her bag, which was now dirty and covered in mud.

Scar Mall.

After Gwen came to her senses, she was back here again.

She couldn't help but lower her eyes, and the figure of the white-haired man appeared in her mind.

Viego...

The figure who had made her feel safe and warm last night seemed to be the only person she could pursue in her subconscious mind.

"Entrance fee, three hundred." The masked Sarkaz gatekeeper looked at Gwen calmly. "If you don't have it, you can't enter the city."

Gwen pursed her lips, opened her bag, took out a piece of broken red gold and handed it over.

"Is this...enough?"

The money Viego put in his bag was just some small change, which was not enough to make up 300 Longmen coins.

So she could only pay with broken pieces of red gold - Gwen saw Viego throw a piece of broken red gold last night and make the shopkeeper smile, and she understood that these scattered small "metal pieces" were the truly valuable things.

The masked gatekeeper frowned and took the piece of broken red gold.

"one person?"

"Yeah." Gwen nodded.

"...Go in, don't stay at the city gate for too long, take the road with more people."

"Thank you, Mr. Stranger," Gwen thanked him politely and entered the Scar Emporium smoothly.

She understood that the gatekeeper who looked indifferent and calm was actually reminding her.

When she took out the piece of red gold, several walking Sarkaz mercenaries in the team behind her turned their eyes to her - with hidden malice and greed.

Gwen tightened the strap of the shoulder bag in her hand and walked quickly into the city.

But facing such a big city, Gwen couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Viego...

where will it be?

"..."

......

"Is it true that there are no electric wheelchairs with engines?"

"Really not, sir. You said those are high-end products that need to be customized by big companies... Not to mention whether my small shop has a source of supply. Even if I do, those poor mercenaries who only buy second-hand goods for daily necessities can't afford them."

"...Okay." Viego nodded, walked out of the store carrying a folding wheelchair in one hand and put it in the trunk of the SUV.

It’s okay if poor mercenaries can’t afford it.

But...buying second-hand?

Viego pinched his chin, was distracted for a moment, and quickly fell into deep thought.

Is the second-hand market among mercenaries very developed?

I wonder if W is willing to sell me her second-hand...

cough!

Viego quickly interrupted his thoughts and kept reminding himself that he was not a pervert or a leg control freak.

What is second-hand and what is original.

Viego thought nothing and knew nothing.

He sat back in the driver's seat with a righteous look on his face, closed the car door as usual, and started the engine.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

Shining and Liz looked at each other in the back seat.

"Liz and I are both fine, Lord Viego. It's all up to you."

"Well... let's just wander around and see if we find a store that interests us."

"Please do as you wish, Lord Foyego."

"Oh right, The Shining."

"Ok?"

"I heard from the boss who sells wheelchairs that second-hand item transactions between Sarkaz mercenaries are very common?"

"That's true, Lord Viego. The death rate of the mercenaries is much faster than the supply rate of equipment." Shining replied:

"Also... although mercenaries risk their lives, their rewards are not necessarily that high. Most of their money will be spent before the next mission, and most of it is used to improve combat effectiveness. As for other daily necessities..."

"I understand." Viego nodded seriously.

"Lord Viego's face looks very serious. Is he worried about something?"

"No, I'm just thinking about a philosophical question..."

Shining was stunned: "Huh?"

"It's a very profound question, but it's okay, I've already got the answer."