Doomsday Bandits and Tramps

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"mom?!!!"

The moment Xiu called Carmelita, everyone present was stunned.

Especially Seth, his jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.

"This woman turned out to be Xiu's mother?! Then, didn't I just want to do something to my mother-in-law!"

Seth's legs were a little weak, and he wished he could kneel down on the spot and apologize with death.

Everyone looked at Xiu in unison, and then looked at Carmelita in unison.

Xiu couldn't believe his eyes, and approached Carmelita step by step: "Mom, aren't you..."

"Stop!"

Carmelita waved her hand to stop Xiu, with a lazy expression on her face, she impatiently dug her ear with her pinky finger: "Don't bark, I'm still single, how can you have such a big son. Hey, now Young people really don't know the rules."

Everyone looked at Xiu again, and Xiu's expression changed from shock to confusion and suspicion: "Yes, I'm sorry, you really look like my mother."

What, it turned out to be just like it.

Seth breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't fight the mother-in-law.

"Of course I'm not your mother," Carmelita said flatly, "Because your mother is my own older sister. Based on seniority, you should call me auntie."

"Auntie?!"

"What are you talking about!"

Carmelita glanced at the startled crowd, with a look of disgust on her face: "It's not bloody confession, why are you so excited!"

"Xiu," Ismail tugged at the corner of Xiu's clothes, with an expression of "eating melons and eating my own family", "Have you ever heard of such an aunt?"

"No," Xiu said, "my mother never told us that she has brothers and sisters, and now that I think about it, I don't seem to have heard my mother mention grandparents either."

As an elder, Kafka was much more stable than a few young people, and asked Carmelita carefully: "You said you are Xiu's aunt, do you have any evidence?"

Carmelita got up and tapped Xiu's head with her cane: "Do you remember what color your mother's hair is?"

Xiu rubbed his painful head: "Black."

Carmelita said: "Albion is characterized by white hair, blue eyes and cold white skin. Now you know why he has black hair as an Albion."

The more Xiu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and asked: "So, my mother is not from Albion? This is my mother's hometown?"

Carmelita perfunctorily gave Chaoxiu a thumbs up: "The answer is correct, plus ten points."

"But, since my mother has brothers and sisters, why didn't she mention it? Albion has always forbidden outsiders to enter, how did my mother get in? And..."

Xiu had too many questions to ask, and he suddenly realized that he didn't know his mother at all.

Carmelita interrupted Xiu's words with a wave of her stick. Facing this little nephew who was asking questions like a barrage of questions, she was impatient with the naked eye: "It's annoying, that's why I hate raising children."

"Wait, I haven't finished asking..."

"I'm sleepy, go back to sleep," Carmelita yawned, "I'll talk about it tomorrow if I'm in a good mood, and if I'm in a bad mood..."

After finishing speaking, she picked up her cane and walked out the door, but was stopped by Seth with a low eyebrow and a smile.

"Hey, hey, sister, no, auntie, you see that you and your nephew have finally recognized each other, why don't you sit down and talk for a while? In this way, I will squeeze your shoulders and legs for you to help you relax. Before Please forgive me if I am sorry, hehe."

Carmelita stared at Seth blankly the whole time, and after he finished speaking, she reluctantly curled the corners of her mouth, glanced back at Xiu and said, "Little nephew, there is something wrong with your eyesight, after finding such a dirty and An oily man, the pigs in the pigsty are much cleaner than him."

"Hiss, my mother..."

Seth was about to swear, but he swallowed the words again, and turned a corner with a 'kind' smile: "Yes, yes, yes, what my aunt taught me is that I will definitely change it in the future, I will definitely change it."

Carmelita looked at him, her eyebrows twitching.

Seth immediately understood, and hurriedly stepped aside: "Auntie, go slowly, good night, Auntie, see you tomorrow~~~"

As soon as Carmelita left, Seth changed his face again, put his waist down and made a grimace at the door: "I said that I am so oily, bah, why is I so oily, and where is it so dirty, tell me, I Is it dirt and oil?"

Ismail couldn't help smiling: "Very, very greasy."

Seth's pride took a hit.

"Hey, how do you talk," Kafka comforted, "Seth, you're a nice young man, handsome, and not too oily."

The first half of the sentence was quite pleasing to Seth’s ears, but the second half didn’t taste right: “What do you mean oily is not obvious? Or is it oily?”

Israel also joined in and said: "No, no, no, I agree with Dr. Kafka's statement, yours is not oil, you should use another word to describe it."

"What word?" Seth asked curiously.

"Doggie."

Israel stabbed Seth in the heart with a knife, Seth jumped in anger, Kafka and the three laughed uncontrollably, only Xiu stood there alone, staring at the empty door.

Thinking about these questions, Xiu almost didn't close his eyes all night.

Early the next morning, Xiu went to find Carmelita, but was told that she had left.

"gone?"

"Yes, she left before dawn."

The aunt was sweeping snow in front of the wooden house, and told Xiu: "She has been very busy recently, and we rarely see her."

"Then do you know when she will come back?"

"Hey, it's hard to say," the aunt grabbed a handful of coarse salt and sprinkled it on the frozen snow, "Are you in a hurry to find her?"

"I am her..."

Xiu thought for a while and said, "It's not urgent, I just want to ask her some questions."

"Oh, it's not urgent, so wait a little longer."

The aunt clapped the salt stains on her hands, put on the shovel and continued to shovel the snow.

Xiu wanted to help, but was politely declined by the aunt: "In two days, it will be the annual Warwen Festival here, she will definitely come back, and you and your friends can come together at that time, everyone is lively and lively."

"Okay, okay."

Xiu lowered his head with a look of disappointment on his face. Seeing his listless appearance, the aunt put down the shovel and handed it to other villagers, then grabbed his arm and went into the kitchen.

"Young man, you don't have any vigor at all. We don't like sad faces."

"I'm just a little upset," Xiu said.

"There's nothing to worry about."

The aunt put Xiu on the seat and prepared breakfast by herself in front of the stove: "Listen to my aunt's advice, life is unsatisfactory in all likelihood, why think so much, if there are problems, we will solve them, and if there are difficulties, we will overcome them." Difficulties, the rest of the time should be eaten and played, the road, let's go step by step, life is going day by day, what's the rush."

While talking, minced meat porridge was cooked in the pot, bread and bacon were baked in the oven, and a pot of milk was also heated, and the kitchen was full of aromas.

But......

"Auntie, I'm not hungry yet."

The aunt suddenly changed her face, and got up from behind the stove a little unhappy: "Oh, didn't you listen to what auntie said?"

Xiu hurriedly explained: "No, I'm really not hungry."

"If you're not hungry, then eat later when you're hungry."

The aunt scooped up the cooked porridge with sliced ​​meat, quickly fried some pickles, and divided the breakfast into five portions.

"Wait a while, auntie will go to the village to do things for the festival, why don't you do auntie a favor and help me deliver these breakfasts to your friends."

Xiu looked at the full table and was a little at a loss.

"Auntie, this, this is too much, we can't finish it."

"Hey, if you can finish eating, if you can finish eating, people won't have troubles when their stomachs are full."

The aunt prepared all the breakfast, and specially helped Xiu cut the bread, which was stuffed with bacon and sautéed pickles: "Come, try it."

The aunt's kindness was hard to turn down, so Xiu had to bite his head sullenly.

The bread has a rich milky aroma, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The bacon is roasted very fragrantly without excessive saltiness. The fat penetrates into the bread, and it is very appetizing when served with slightly spicy pickles.

"How about it, is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious."

Xiu nodded sincerely, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

"Hey, that's right. If you can eat and sleep, your body and mind will be healthy."

There was a smile on the aunt's face again: "Eat, eat more, look at your skinny. After eating, take a good rest and don't think about anything. In two days, aunt will bring you together for the festival, and there will be more delicious things that day .”

In the next two days, everyone really lived a life like raising pigs.

The aunt would prepare three meals a day for them in different ways every day, and each time the table was full, filling them to death, and they never wasted any food.

Although everyone suggested that the aunt should make less food, but according to the aunt, the village is cold and a large amount of food is needed to ensure the energy of the body.

Therefore, in order to eliminate food and repay the enthusiasm of the villagers, they also helped the village prepare for the festival.

On the day of Valweng, at dusk.

All the villagers gathered in the center of the village. They painted their hands and faces, wore clothes made of animal fur, and ornaments made of feathers, tusks, or horns. Firewood, with a huge fir tree in the middle.

As night fell, two strong men with wild boar headdresses lit a bonfire, and the flames soared into the sky. The crowd began to dance around the fire, shouting sentences they didn't understand, and making animal-like primitive cries.

Although they could feel the festive atmosphere, the few people were really confused and didn't know what they were doing.

Xiu asked Kafka in a low voice: "Doctor, you are well-informed, what are they doing?"

Kafka said: "They are offering sacrifices to the dead."

"Sacrifice?" Xiu looked at the crowd around the bonfire, "But, they don't seem to be sad."

"They believe that on the day of Warwin Festival, the souls of the dead will return to the world when the sun sets, and return to the ground at dawn. They are picking up their relatives to go home for reunion, and of course they will not feel sad."