The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"Stand guard," Perlis' voice was hoarse, "in case they catch up with us."

"What are you chasing? There's no one here," Ashlia patted the ground next to the campfire, "Come and sit down, hurry up."

"No," Perlis stared out the window stubbornly, "What if..."

Before she could finish, Ashilia stood up, walked directly to Perlis and pulled her towards the bonfire.

"Don't force yourself, sit down!"

Perlis wanted to resist, but found her body as weak as cotton. Ashilia pulled her to the fire with a light pull and forced her to sit down.

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6) The Sins of the Great Prophets (Part 12)

The warmth from the bonfire gradually restored some color to Perlis's cold face. She stared blankly at the golden bonfire, then slowly stretched out her equally frozen little hands and warmed them by the fire.

Seeing that Perlis finally sat down obediently, Ashilia walked to the door, looked outside, and then closed the door, blocking the heavy rain outside the house. She picked up a few pieces of wood from the corner of the house, threw them into the fire, and blew gently. Then she sat down opposite Perlis.

"How can someone so stupid become the [Blade of Babel]..." Ashlia sighed, looking at the blood on Perlis's arm that had not yet been wiped clean, and suddenly had a headache, "Luckily I followed her later. As soon as I arrived at the government office, I saw you being thrown into the trunk by the black smoke man. Do you know how tired I was to follow that guy? I can't drive!"

"..." Perlis didn't say anything, she just roasted the fire silently, with no expression on her face.

"Hey, I saved your life, you know? We are even now! Do you understand?"

"It's up to you..."

"Tsk, why are you trying so hard? Look at how much blood you're bleeding..."

Ashilia finally couldn't bear to see the blood on Perlis's hands anymore. She slowly moved to Perlis's side and took out a light golden silk scarf from her pocket.

"I don't know how to bandage wounds, so I'll just help you wipe them."

After saying that, Ashilia grabbed Perlis's arm without any hesitation and wiped the blood off it. The needle of the Great Prophet was very thick, and the wound on Perlis's arm looked like a small hole, which made Ashilia stick out her tongue. She gently wiped the blood off Perlis's hand, thought about it carefully, and then wrapped the handkerchief around Perlis's forearm and tied a bow.

"What is this for..." Perlis asked in confusion.

"Bandage the wound, what else can we do?" Ashlia felt a little puzzled.

"No, I mean..." Perlis looked at the bow, "Why is it a bow..."

"Uh...this..."

Although it was not very obvious under the light of the campfire, Perlis still saw that Ashilia's face was a little red.

"I... can only tie a bow."

"Puchi..." For some reason, Perlis laughed out loud.

"Hey! What's so funny? What's wrong with not being able to tie a knot?"

Ashilia looked at Perlis angrily, but suddenly, she seemed to realize something and her expression became a little confused.

"Did you...did you just laugh?"

"Hmm?" Perlis tilted her head slightly, "Can't I laugh?"

"No...it's just...you can laugh...it turns out..." Ashilia looked at the smile on Perlis's face that had not yet completely faded, as if she was looking at some strange natural landscape, "I've never seen you laugh before. I thought that in the selection exam for [Blade of Babel]...you would lose points if you laughed."

"There is no exam. We were selected from a competition," said Perlis, "Babel Tower Competition."

"Oh, yeah, I remember now..." Ashlia slapped her head, "Is that competition going to start again soon?"

"Well," Perlis turned to the fire, her blood-red eyes reflecting the firelight, "there's almost no time. I have to... hurry over."

"Why? You are already the [Blade of Babel], why do you still want to participate in the competition?"

Perlis looked at Ashilia and met her golden eyes full of doubt. The warmth from the fire made her feel much more at ease, but Perlis seemed a little hesitant when she mentioned her goal.

"I..."

"Come on, talk. There's still a lot of time left in the day." Ashilia was inexplicably interested in talking to Perlis. "You can't just sit here all night, can you?"

"I can sit here all night," Perlis glanced at Ashilia, then turned to the fire, "I'm used to it."

"Don't get used to it!" Ashlia rolled her eyes. "If you sit there all night without sleeping, it will break down!"

"You are a princess, so you don't need to get used to it," Perlis said calmly. Bai Zhe opened his little hands beside the campfire. "You can sleep well. Everyone who can sleep well at night should feel happy."

"That's what I said, but..." Ashlia retorted, "But I often stay up all night too!"

"Why aren't you sleeping? Does the princess also need to stand guard in person?"

"Of course not! But..."

"So what do you do if you're not sleeping? Keep a diary?"

As soon as Perlis finished speaking, Ashilia seemed to be frozen. For a moment, she didn't move at all, just staring at Perlis in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Perlis looked at Ashlia with some confusion.

"No...but...just..." Ashilia avoided Perlis's gaze, "I...I saw a child writing a diary all night long."

"Child?" Perlis looked at Ashilia strangely. The latter hesitated for a moment and then took out a small notebook from her waist.

"It's this diary," Ashlia said, gently opening the cover, "Well... it's a little torn."

Perlis looked at the diary in Ashilia's hand. The cover of the small book was torn and looked very old. On the vaguely opened pages, Perlis saw densely packed words. The words were very messy, as if they were written by a pair of rough hands. The owner of the hands probably had never been to school and had only the ability to recognize words.

"What is this?" asked Perlis.

"This is... a diary written by a little kid I met when I first entered La Vadino with my mother."

Ashilia gently stroked the surface of the text, and the crooked words flowed through her fingertips like flowing water. Her golden eyes became a little dull as she looked at the words, as if the past was reappearing before the young princess' eyes.

"That was 14 years ago... I... I was only eight years old then..." Ashlia said in a daze, swallowing her saliva, "Well... No one welcomed us, saying that we ran away, running away from the Tower of Babel."

"That's not fair," Perlis turned her head slightly, and Charon's miserable condition appeared in front of her again, "No one can stop that kind of thing..."

"At that time... there were so many people on the street," Ashlia looked down at the diary and recalled, "so many men... women... their clothes were very torn and they were very thin. My mother was very sad... I was sad too. My mother distributed bread to them, and they got in chaos and started to grab... The owner of this diary was a stupid child. She grabbed an extra piece of bread and ran away. As a result, she was blocked in the alley by a group of people and was almost beaten to death..."

Ashilia slowly opened the diary, handed it to Perlis, and smiled weakly.

"Why don't you just take a look? The night is still long anyway..."

Perlis took the diary that Ashilia brought to her, and looking at the distorted common language, she saw the child.

An ordinary child born in La Vadino.

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(Interlude) Why do the bells toll? No Souls to Mourn

"The king has passed away, why are the bells tolling?"

——"Forbidden Sayings: The Old Testament"

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Fourteen Years Ago - La Vadino

......

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The church bells rang, and white doves flew into the setting sun of La Vadino, casting black silhouettes on the earth bathed in the dim light.

"Rumble--"

The roar of the tracks and the melody of the bells broke the silence of the neighborhood. The bustling voices of people also sounded, interweaving with the cawing of pigeons at sunset under the setting sun.

Sharduo could not forget the evening when the bell rang. The bell was very loud that day, and she was still very young at that time.

......

"Catch her!"

"Catch that rat!"

“Haaaa…Haaaa…”

Sharduo quickly ran into the alley, her bare feet splashing mud on the ground, but it did not slow down her running pace at all.

Must, must be fast.

"Little bastard, stop!"

The shouting behind her chased Sharduo like a murderous evil spirit. She had no choice but to run, her tender and dirty arms tightly holding the two paper bags in her hands, as if they were her life-saving straw.

Must...quick!!

Sharduo ran desperately, and when she turned left at the end of the alley, she ran into a figure head-on——

"Ouch!"

The girl was knocked to the ground with her buttocks, mud splashed on her tender cheeks, accompanied by a triumphant laugh:

"We caught her, hahahahaha!"

Sharduo raised her head and found a gangster standing in front of her. Several people dressed similarly also ran up from behind her and lifted her up.

"Let me go!" Sharduo struggled. Those people roughly snatched the paper bag from her arms. She stretched out her hand in despair, "No! Give it back to me!"

"Shut up!" The thug next to her slapped Sharduo in the face, causing her to almost faint on the spot. "Little mouse, be quiet."

"How could an honest little mouse steal tribute?" The gangster opened the paper bag with a sly smile and took out a piece of bread from it. "Didn't you listen to what the bitch queen said? One piece for each of us~"

The thug imitated the Queen's voice, causing the other thugs to laugh. After laughing, the thug threw the piece of bread into his mouth, and then poured all the remaining bread into the puddle of mud on the ground in the alley.

"Do not!!"

Sharduo desperately reached out her hand towards the mud-stained bread, but the gangster laughed and let her go, leaving her to fall into the mud and pick up the bread in panic.

"No... No! No!" Sharduo's voice was already filled with tears. She desperately picked up the dirty breads from the mud one by one, and then held them in her arms, "No! No! Wuuuu..."

"Will you die if you don't eat a few pieces of bread? Cry your mother..." The gangster walked to the crying Sharduo, grabbed her hair, and turned her face towards him, "I'm asking you, why are you crying, little thief?"

The gangster looked at Sharduo, and when he saw Sharduo's eyes clearly, he was stunned - they were a pair of golden eyes, just like the scorching sun outside the alley, glowing faintly in the dark alley.

"Let me go!" Sharduo grabbed the gangster's hand, trying to reduce some of the pain. Black mud spots stained her brown hair, although it was not obvious, it still looked dirty.

"Wow... this girl is pretty..." The gangster licked his tongue, "I changed my mind, cool guy, this time it's mine."

"Hey? How come it's yours now?" The thug who stopped Sharduo walked forward dissatisfiedly, "I was the one who stopped this chick. I'll go first."

"No, no, I like this face. How about you go first next time?"

"Oh, fuck you, you're going to regret it again, right?" The cool guy pushed the thug hard, "Do you believe I'll fuck you?"

"Beat me if you want to. Why would I be afraid of you, a bastard?"

Seeing that the two thugs were about to fight, the other thugs cheered, leaving Sharduo alone sitting in the mud, at a loss as to what to do.

Before they could make their move, a deep male voice came from the other end of the alley:

"Hey, what are you doing?"

All the thugs turned their heads and found that it was a man in silver armor. His sharp eyes were scanning the thugs in the alley one by one, and finally locked onto Sharduo.

"Who are you?" The gangsters turned around in unison, their eyes becoming more alert. When they saw the national emblem on the man's chest, they realized, "Oh, it's the king's dog."

"It's the [Attack King], kid," the man slowly walked in front of the gangster, "The royal guard, Ryan Tyras."

When the man announced his name, the gang immediately took two steps back. They slowly grasped the weapons hidden on their bodies, ready to fight at any time.

"Hey, no, what are you doing here?" Cool guy walked up to Ryan, looking very arrogant, "The royal guard is peeing in the alley? Are you crazy?"

"Her Royal Highness said that she saw some minor troubles," Ryan smiled softly, "To be honest, she herself is the trouble. Compared to you, she is a big trouble."

After saying that, Ryan pointed at Sharduo who was kneeling in the mud, and stared at the cool guy standing in front of him with his sharp eyes.

"Little troubles, let the girl follow me, and you can withdraw."

"No, who do you think you are?" Cool cursed and stretched his hand to his butt. Sharduo was horrified to find that he was holding a dagger. "You are a bunch of stray dogs. Why didn't you kill your idiot in Aston Plain? Get it right, this is La Vatino!"

Then, before Rein could answer, Sharduo saw Cool Guy pull out a dagger and slash Rein's neck with the sharp blade.

"Be careful!" Sharduo screamed.

"bass--"