Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 1702 1703 God’s favor

Holding the vegetables, she walked back to her neighbor Fran's house: She spent more time going directly to Fran's house recently. She helped Fran cook, clean the house, and regarded herself as a nanny, so that she could feel at ease. Take the money Fran and Charlie gave her.

 A young man in uniform was standing in the corridor, not knowing what he was doing. Fran looked at the other party warily, and involuntarily exerted some force on her hand that was touching the key in her pocket.

 There is only one girl in the family, Fran, and an old woman like her. If the other party has any ill intentions, they will probably suffer. Although the security of Refeng Port is pretty good under the governance of the Tang Army, one must be more cautious in such troubled times.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Frowning, Shireen asked. She observes the other party, and if the other party reacts suspiciously, she will use Charlie's status as a senior government official to scare the other party away.

Although Charlie is not a high-ranking government official, just a small clerk, under normal circumstances, no one should dare to easily offend an elf who works in Tang Dynasty.

“Hello, madam.” The young man in uniform nodded shyly, greeted politely, and then asked: “Do you know if the owner of the house next door is still here?”

"What's the matter with you?" Shireen looked at the locked door of her house. That was her home, the home she had not returned to for several days.

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

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

letter? Shirin's heart suddenly twitched, she was trembling a little, and the hand holding the key couldn't stop trembling in her pocket: "You, you mean, you believe it?"

“Yes, are you her neighbor?” the postman asked cautiously. He had just found this well-paid job and did not want to mess up such an important task.

You know, when his immediate boss handed these envelope-style letters to their postmen, he paid special attention: every letter must be delivered to the person at the address accurately, and there can be no mistake at all. .

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

"I, I am Shirin." Shirin was so nervous that she forgot that she was holding the key to Fran's house. She walked to her room door and poked at Fran's house for a long time before remembering that she Got 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 beyond her control and was trembling all the time. The postman read the address again, and then looked at the address on the letter: "Ms. Shirin, what is your son's name? I can't make a mistake, so I want to confirm it one last time."

“Marvin, I also have a son named Frank.” For fear of missing something, Shireen said the names of her two sons.

The postman no longer had any doubts and handed the envelope to Shirin: "Madam, this is your letter. Please sign your name here or make a fingerprint as proof that you have received the letter." He took it from his pocket He rummaged around and found a record book and handed it to Shirin. After the other party put her fingerprints on it, she put the things away and then nodded politely and walked down the stairs.

Shireen stood at the door, just standing there, looking down at the envelope in her hand, and the crooked words on it: Mother Shireen received it, Marvin sent it.

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

The letter inside is only one page, and the content is not too much. I don't think a female officer has much patience to guide a big-headed soldier to write a letter home of several thousand words.

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

Leaning against the wall of the corridor and covering her mouth, Shireen wanted to cry but suppressed it instinctively. God knows how she survived so many days. She leaned against the wall and shed tears, but did not dare to wrinkle the letter paper in her hand.

But she didn't dare to hold this heavy letter tightly, because she was afraid that the letter would disappear as soon as she let go. She was afraid that all this was her hallucination, so she didn't dare to be presumptuous and was afraid that this dream would suddenly wake up.

　Until she finally confirmed everything, she stood up against the wall again. 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! Moreover, he said in the letter that he was living a good life. He could eat three meals a day while working, and there was no danger at all except that it was a bit harder.

He no longer takes risks on the front line, he is only responsible for building roads. Although it doesn't sound like much, for Shireen, this is enough! As long as you don't have to risk your life in a hail of bullets, any job is possible and good.

The letter also stated that he would serve three years for his war crimes near Everwinter Port. During these three years, he could only work for the Tang Empire officials 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 Shireen even more ecstatic. As long as her child was alive, she didn't mind working for three years. As long as she could wait for a letter from her child every week, it wouldn't be a big deal.

 Suddenly, she smiled, revealing a long-lost smile, extremely bright.

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

Fran shouted with joy. She hugged Shireen, sincerely happy for her neighbor. In such a war, they did not lose much. For people like them, this can be said to be favored by God.