Dimensional Inventory, Starting with One Person and One Sword to Block 70,000 Troops

In his own way of existence, he understood the current situation.

The boy seemed to know what kind of disaster Kirshtalia Wodim was facing, and consciously did not leave the room.

Even if there is the effect of the pendant.

As long as the boy is out, Kirshtalia Wodim is in danger of being discovered by the assassin's chasing magic.

The boy seemed to be thinking about this, and he no longer easily went out to look for food.

During these two weeks or so.

The bread and leftovers that the boy provided for Kirshtalia Wodim were all pre-stored in the storage room.

In a blink of an eye, a few more days passed.

The boy groped for the place where the food was placed in the garbage dump. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything edible.

For the first time, the young man showed a desperate and uncomfortable expression, and said in a rather eager tone: "Something to eat... something to eat, something to eat..."

"What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Kirshtalia Wodim's heart tightened, but he asked calmly.

Hearing Baobao's concerned tone, the young man felt warm in his heart, raised his head, with a bright smile on his face, "Hee hee... Hee hee hee. No, no."

The boy stared at Kirshtalia Wodim with his dark eyes, and said firmly: "No, there is no problem... don't worry, don't worry—"

"That's it. That's good..." Kirshtalia Wodim slowly closed her eyes, thinking in her heart.

"Although I have gotten used to this environment, I have also reached the limit of fatigue. I can't move my hands and feet at all. I am losing physical strength."

"What's more, the food prepared by the young man has no nutritional value at all. If the assassins don't find it, it means that their own side can't find me either."

The afternoon sun shone through the slits on Kirshtalia Wodim's frail face.

This once handsome boy has not washed his hair or bathed for more than half a month.

Greasy long blond hair, some yellowed teeth, food residue in the teeth, and a weak look in his eyes.

This is the same as the male god who was admired by countless women in the clock tower before, and now he has fallen into the current situation.

If those who admire Kirshtalia Wadim see the current Kirshtalia Wadim, can they still recognize it?

A boy genius in the astronomy department of this clock tower.

Kirshtalia Wodim's father was angrily complaining at this time that these incompetent assassins failed to find the body in such a sure-fire assassination.

If his plan is discovered, then he will be finished.

However, according to the news reported by the Assassins, Kirshtalia Wodim must die.

Even if he survived, the magic circuits on his body would have been shattered, making him a useless person.

"I let out a long sigh of frustration and closed my eyes. When I was about to fall asleep, I imagined myself decaying and dying like a dead wood." Kirshtalia Wodim lay on the bed, I haven't eaten for 2 days and I'm hungry.

If he maintained this state, he would not be far from death.

The same hungry and extremely weak boy walked to Kirshtalia Wodim's bedside with firm steps, his jet-black eyes shining brightly.

The boy carefully took out his own treasure pendant, and slowly placed it beside Kirshtalia Wodim's pillow.

The young man walked to the door gently, opened the door, turned his head, and stared at his precious sleeping face very seriously, no problem...don't worry, don't worry!

"Squeak..."

The dilapidated wooden door was closed.

Relying on the memory in his mind, the teenager quickly ran to a nearby bakery.

The young man quietly observed, hiding in a corner not far from the bakery, waiting for the clerk inside to leave for a while, and then he would have a chance to get food.

He didn't go to the garbage dump to find food this time.

Because, it's breakfast, and there hasn't been a lot of urban waste being processed yet.

To get food, the only option now is to go to the bakery.

After a few hours, the boy's legs felt a little numb from standing.

The clerk in the bakery finally leaves, apparently to go to the bathroom.

He quickly rushed up, using his fastest speed, picked up a basket of baked white bread, and was about to return to his residence to meet his treasure.

click...

At this time, the clerk just came back to the store, saw the boy who stole the bread, and punched and kicked him.

The strength of the adults made the boy's nose bruised and his face swollen.

He squatted on the ground, holding the bread in his arms tightly with both hands, and bit the clerk's leg.

When the other party is in pain.

Holding the bread tightly in both hands, the boy ran out with all his strength, amidst the yelling and cursing of the bakery clerk.

His back gradually disappeared.

On the way back to the storage room, all kinds of beggars and tramps tried to take away the food from the boy.

Some people even wanted to question him, where did the food come from.

Because how could this skinny and skinny boy have money to buy food?

The boy ran away without saying a word.

Even with fists and kicks, it couldn't make him put down the bread in his hand.

The boy stumbled and limped back to the storage room, holding a basket of white bread in his hands, and shouted to Kirshtalia Wodim in an extremely excited tone:

"Get up, get up."

"Uh..." Kirshtalia Wodim was awakened by the boy's voice for the first time, and opened her sleepy eyes.

"Hee hee... hee hee hee. Something to eat, something to eat."

"Eat, eat more. Eat more, eat more."

"That's—" Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the basket of bread in the boy's hands in great surprise, and his voice was extremely excited.

This is a full basket of bread, not the leftovers that people throw away in the past.

It's like clean bread that was just baked this morning.

Kirshtalia Wodim turned his head, looked at the boy, and said in a joyful tone: "It's amazing. No, I'm very happy...but it's all bread. It's rare to go out, but you can actually get it some other food..."

"These, things to eat. Eat, eat."

The boy didn't eat any of these clean breads, and kept talking to Kirshtalia Wodim, urging his treasure to eat the food.

Kirshtalia Wodim leaned on Kennis's shoulder, his body slowly dissipated, and tears slid down his cheeks and landed on Kennis, "I figured it out afterwards. Why is there only hard bread. Because In his life so far, that was the only "food" in his eyes. "

"I, who was rich at the time, didn't understand this. More importantly, I didn't realize another more, more important thing."

In memory...

The boy put the snow-white bread into Kirshtalia Wodim's mouth.

"Umm, uh...then I'm not being polite. Well, it's easy to enter. It's a good thing that it's easy to enter." Kirshtalia Wodim said gratefully to the boy.

The boy standing beside Kirshtalia Wodim's bed showed a sweet smile on his face, "Hee hee...hee hee...hee...hee..."

Plop...

The boy fell weakly on the edge of the bed, with his hands lying on Kirshtalia Wodim's pillow.

The boy felt that he... had no strength all over his body, and his eyes seemed to be unable to open.

"How do you—" Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the boy who had collapsed beside his pillow.This time, this time I finally see clearly.

In this dim room, I didn't see clearly the young man's appearance just now.

It is very clear now.

Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the boy's bony body, with bruises and one eye swollen, as if he had been punched heavily.

Looking at these brand new scars, Kirshtalia Wodim's heart trembled.

"Ah." The boy slowly opened his eyes, silently watching Kirshtalia Wodim.

The teenager has lived alone so far, and it is impossible for him to save enough physical reserves to support two people to live for more than two weeks.

Those foods can be found before this.

It was only because the boy was wearing a magic dress that could hide his existence that he was not questioned by people on the street.

"There is only food for one person here. It is only enough for him to survive. Since hiding me, the boy has not gone out once. Because as long as he goes out with the pendant, he cannot hide this room."

Kirshtalia Wodai noticed the magic dress that the boy placed next to his pillow, "..."

"That pendant is now sitting next to my pillow for my protection."

"In order to prepare new food, I can't understand what he did. I'm afraid he was questioned, beaten and scolded several times."

"Since I was hidden until today. The physical strength of a child who hasn't had a full meal can't bear even this kind of violence."

Katniss has great respect for this young man who saved his master.

Thank you... for saving Kirshtalia Wodim.

Only then did I have the opportunity to accomplish such a thing, appear in this Atlantic Lost Belt, and realize my dream.

Kirshtalia Wodim's calf has disappeared, and this scene can't help but remind people of the time when Dr. Roman taught Getia magic.

The faint sunlight shone on the boy's face, his jet-black eyes sparkled, and he looked at Kirshtalia Wodim, "Baby, baby... don't worry, don't worry."

Kirshtalia Wodim stared at the boy intently, hot tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, ran across her nose, and dripped onto the pillow, her lips trembling slightly.

As a magic genius, he is very aware of the physical condition of the boy in front of him.

"Impossible. No matter how you say it is impossible. After all, this is too stupid and too thoughtless. Although he is ignorant, he is a smart boy. It is impossible to choose such an action."

"He just fell on the bed like this, looking at my face lying on the side, as if he saw the stars."

The young man's body swayed slightly, his jet-black eyes slowly closed, and he said in a weak tone, "It looks good...hehe...it looks good, it looks good"..."

Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the boy's swaying body, slowly closed his eyes, and shouted anxiously: "Wait a minute. Wait a minute!! Wait a moment! Please, wait..."

"Really, it's beautiful——" The boy closed his eyes tightly, and fell down beside Kirshtalia Wodim's pillow, losing his breath, with a happy smile on his face, as if he had entered a dream.

"The emotion that came to me at the time was neither sadness nor surprise nor anger."