[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

"Hey Lydia, wake up!"

A blond woman roughly dragged me out of bed.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and sat up on the hard plank bed, staring at her in a daze.A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was holding me by the collar with one hand, standing beside the bed with one hand on her hip, staring at me impatiently.Tall and thin, fair-skinned, with light-blond hair that almost blinded me.

Oh hell, who is this?I looked at her blankly.

It was probably because my dumbfounded face with eyes still hanging on my face irritated her, the girl roughly pulled my hair and almost dragged me to the ground.She scolded: "@#￥%...!"

[Lydia!You slob, get up for me! 】

She crackled a string of birdsong, and I was stunned when she came up.I try very hard to think back, and I don't think I have ever heard this language.What's even more strange is that when her constantly moving thin lips kept spitting out a foreign language, my head, like a simultaneous interpreter, directly translated the sentence into what I understood.

What does this mean?

Also, who is Lydia?

The girl was still bombarding something in my ear, but I couldn't hear a word.I racked my brains to recall, but I couldn't remember all the things related to myself.

The first day I woke up on Meteor Street, I forgot everything.

[This kid is from the East District.From today on, he sleeps with you! ] The blonde girl said, pointing to her side.I followed the trend and looked down, only to find that standing beside her was a child who was only as high as her waist, with black hair and black eyes, and was unbelievably quiet.

I stared dumbfounded at the two people in front of me, with a look of disbelief: This, this... this is a boy!Lydia, she, oh no, I, I should be a girl!

【Put away that stupid look of yours! 】The girl scolded, 【Quickly get up and make room for Kurolo, and then go to assemble!Morning class is about to start! 】

"Oh..." I blurted out, and immediately felt that something was wrong, swallowed my voice back, and nodded vigorously.

[It's really worrying! 】Fortunately, the girl didn't hear my voice, she just glared at me impatiently, then turned her head and said to the boy standing beside her: 【Ku Luoluo, you can stay here.Lydia is dumb, just ignore her.If you don't understand anything, just ask me. ] She was obviously gentler to this Kuroro's voice by more than one level!Handsome boys are really popular!

etc!Do people here think I'm dumb?I still know this, obviously not!Hehe, I feel like my IQ is not enough and it's swollen...

【Okay, I know.Sorry to trouble you, Sister Margaret. 】The boy named Kuroro nodded obediently, looking polite and calm.

The bangs on his forehead swayed when he nodded, and I saw a purple-black cross drawn on his forehead, which was particularly eye-catching on his fair skin.Maybe it's a tattoo, but how can anyone get a tattoo in such a place?Looking for a headshot like a bullseye?I thought to myself.

【Then I'm leaving, Aunt Laia needs someone there. 】Margaret touched Kuroro's soft black hair with a smile, then turned her head and her face changed, she gave me a fierce look and said: 【Come down quickly! 】, After scolding me, I turned around and left contentedly.

"..."

I stared at Kuroro silently.

After a while, I remembered that I couldn't speak, so I had to pull out a big smile, trying to show my friendliness to my new "bedmate".Although I think my smile is probably dry and stiff.

Kuroro's pure black eyes looked at me quietly, making people feel a little chilled.After a while, he gave me a smile back, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth, which made me understand why Margarita was treated so differently.

After receiving the friendly response, I immediately felt relieved, and crawled down from the bed made of broken planks, only to find that this simple bed didn't even have a bedding, only a dirty sponge as a pillow.Inexplicably, I felt that I couldn't lift my head up in front of my new "bedmate", so I just grunted a few times on the bed board with my hands, pushed the sponge pillow into the bed, and left half of the bed free, then turned my head and motioned for me Freed up the bed.

【Thanks. ] Kuroro nodded at me, his style was like a young master praising his hardworking little maid.He walked to the side of the bed, and put a piece of sponge "pillow" in his hand that was not much cleaner than mine, and placed it squarely on the outer bed, in a row with my sponge.

This guy has a lot of aura, looks calm and old-fashioned, I just found out now that he is only four or five years old, standing on the side of the wooden bed will only be one head taller than the wooden board.Haha, it turned out to be a brat... ah... ah... wait!Me, I'm as tall as him!

Oh my god!How old am I?

Kuroro and I put the wooden plank bed in a large room surrounded by the same tattered wooden plank beds. Fortunately, the room was big enough and not too crowded.The children sitting or lying on the beds were big or small, with one or two people per bed, and there were dozens of them at a glance.The room has a high dome, and the broken marble is beautifully carved and mottled, exuding a dilapidated atmosphere, and against the ragged, emaciated and dirty children below, it is particularly desolate, just like a refugee camp.

What kind of ghostly place is this?

I looked at my thin white paws with clearly visible blood vessels, and the black and barely recognizable yellow dress with broken corners. I squatted on the ground with my head in my arms, feeling a burst of despair.

There was a piercing ringing of the bell, and the children around all stood up and walked towards the door. I heard someone say: [Get up, morning class! 】

Crouching on the ground with a broken face, I looked up at Kuroro blankly. Kuroro, who was still looking around, felt my gaze, and lowered his head to look down at me with those opaque black eyes. With a glance, he patted his neat but stained clothes, and said, "@#￥%&."

[Let's go too. 】Thank you for the simultaneous interpretation.

Following Kuroro, I cautiously looked left and right, and walked up to the morning class with the large group.The team of dozens of children was sparse and there was no formation at all, but there was no sound, only the sound of silent footsteps.We walked through the dark and gravel-scattered corridors, walked around the half-collapsed marble arch, passed the magnificent sculpture of an angel with half of its wings broken, and finally walked into the tallest pointed building.

When I passed the open-air courtyard, I could smell the hot and stale air here, with a faint stench surging, as if it was next to the garbage dump.Before entering the spire building, I sharply saw a huge cross standing on the top of the spire, surrounded by angel sculptures with wings guarding it.

Is it a church?Are we orphans adopted by the church?

Thinking curiously, I looked around, and there happened to be no one walking around except Kuroro who was walking in front of me.Thinking of the cross tattoo on Kuroro's forehead, I couldn't help reaching out and tugging at the corner of his clothes. When he turned around, I pointed to the cross on top of his head.Kuroro glanced in the direction I pointed, then turned back to look at me again, his eyes were cold.His eyes are very big. When the pure black eyes are staring straight at a person, they can absorb all the light like a black hole. If there is no expression, it will look extraordinarily infiltrating.

I froze, and suddenly realized that I was getting carried away.In a strange place, facing people I don't know at all, I am in a state of amnesia, it seems too relaxed.This is not good, not good.

I let go of the hand holding his clothes in an embarrassing manner, followed the flow of people across the high threshold and walked in with a low eyebrow.

After entering the door, the eyes suddenly darkened.

This is indeed a church, and it looks more magnificent from the inside. The sunlight penetrates the colored glass and gathers on the huge cross hanging above the altar at the end, and the floating dust gives people an almost sacred feeling.

In front of the altar are rows of wooden benches, on which there are already many people sitting densely, all of them are children, all dressed in tatters, looking malnourished from the back, from one or two years old to eleven or twelve years old There are all ages, and the little baby is held in the arms of the older child.Probably because they lived far away, the children in our room were the last to arrive, and only sat on the last few rows of benches.

A thin, white-haired old woman stood in front of the altar, holding a thick old book in her hand.The blond-haired Margaret and another brown-haired girl stood in the corners on both sides, with serious expressions. They were the only adults present besides the old woman, although they were only seventeen or eighteen years old.

All the children who arrived at the scene sat up straight, and the old woman in front of the altar said kindly: "Good morning, children."

"Good morning, Aunt Laia."

Sister Laia nodded, opened the old book in her hand, and said, "Now let's do the morning lesson." She lowered her head and started reading from the first page of the book. Follow up with a sentence.

Listening to those unfamiliar languages ​​interpreting ancient sentences, I feel inexplicably familiar.

"In him was life, and that life was the light of man. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness did not receive the light."

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"Who can separate us from the love of Christ? Is it tribulation? Distress? Persecution? Hunger? Nakedness? Danger? The sword? . . . In all these things our Lord is more than a conqueror."

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"Do not seal the prophecy of this book, for the time is near. He who is unrighteous, let him be unrighteous still; he who is filthy, let him be filthy still; he who is righteous, let him be righteous still; he who is holy, let him be holy still .”

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The author has something to say:

I used to like to write novels, but this is the first time to publish.Hope you like it~

The development of the original plot is completely followed, and the party of the textual research is welcome.