Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 85

"How are you doing today, little Rickon?" In the gloomy alley, a tall and thin man leaned against the wall and yawned. He was startled when he saw the boy passing by, and quickly said hello. .

"It's very unlucky." The boy who was chased by Nasha walked past with his head lowered, without even raising his head to look at him.

But the guy didn't even dare to express his dissatisfaction. He just subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand and swallowed.

Because that guy is the only person here who cannot be messed with.

He is, a freak.

The tall and thin man swallowed and sighed. In comparison, he was just a killer who made a living by killing people. He couldn't even escape against that kind of guy.

Rickon didn't know what that guy was thinking, but he was secretly glad that he didn't make trouble for himself.

He didn't know why, but all the people who lived in places like the city that were not exposed to light were very kind to him. Everyone was very friendly, and even someone offered to buy him a drink at an internal tavern, but he wouldn't touch it.

Anyway, it's much better than at home.

Rickon's face looked a little pale, but fortunately he found his residence after turning several corners.

It was a dark room, not big. But it is very clean, almost no dirt can be seen.

He didn't even light a candle after he came in, he just turned around and lay down on the bed in a daze.

"Zhizhi" At this time, a mouse came out from under his pillow and looked at him curiously.

"How is it feeling?" Rickon forced a smile and looked at the little thing. It fell off the window sill a few days ago and almost died. So I always put it in a soft place like a pillow to heal my injuries.

Speaking of which, can I be considered injured now?

Rickon took two deep breaths to make himself feel better. He half-finished and looked at the table.

It was a letter. The sender stuffed it through the crack of the window and dropped it on the table.

But he didn't even have the strength to take it, so he could only shrug helplessly.

At this time, a mouse rushed out, picked up the envelope and ran over.

"Thank you." He touched the little animal's head and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know since when, this little guy was the only one willing to accompany him.

As for the reason, maybe it's because he's a freak, he doesn't know, but that's what others say about him anyway.

Rickon once had a home. He ran away when he was six years old and never went back. He lived here for six years.

He learned the skill of stealing from other children, but when those children saw him playing with mice, they ran away in fear.

In comparison, his home has no worries about food and clothing, which is much better than here.

It wasn't because that family treated him badly, or for any other reason. I just felt like I didn’t want to be in a place like that, so I sneaked out.

He suddenly thought of something and smiled bitterly.

Perhaps this is a family tradition. Almost all of his three brothers are the type who never come home if they can stay outside. It is said that his father was also like this.

This is true even for grandpa, or if you continue to look up the family tree.

Because their surname is Walder, this race is destined to be restless.

Even before Rickon opened it, he knew it was another letter from a friend at home calling him home. Letters like this come almost every day, and the content is more or less the same.

It's a good thing that he didn't tell his father his location until now, otherwise he would have been captured long ago.

He doesn't want to go back. It's so fun here. Why should he go back and stay like his father until he gets mad?

And now, he has important things to do.

The boy looked at the ceiling, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.

No matter what those two things are, since they don't even let go of mice, they must not be good things.

If it is not a good thing, it will be bitten to death.

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