The protagonist is always seen

For a person who is afraid of rats, the scariest thing is a rat rushing at you is a swarm of rats rushing at you.

Ariel remained calm when he saw a mouse—of course, when the mouse was far enough away from him.

Ariel was taught not only the etiquette of nobles since he was a child, his grandmother didn't know, he had to learn much more than these, and the little impact of this was that he was proficient in using those hypocritical tricks.

In addition, he is a very self-respecting child, so naturally he will not scream when he sees a mouse. This insignificant shortcoming has been covered up very well by him. to the mouse.

But Ariel is now petrified by the group of mice, and has long forgotten his little thoughts.

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Vaum also hugged him in cooperation, and now he buried his head in Vaum's arms like a silly ostrich buried in the sand, only the back of his furry head was exposed.

The large group of rats came continuously, from the float to Vaum, like a flowing river.

Then when it reached the foot of Vaumu, it suddenly exploded into pieces like fireworks, and piles of candy and small gifts were scattered around.

When the rats disappeared, people came cheering, singing and dancing around Vaum, while children busily picked up sweets in the innermost circle.

A girl got off the float. Her face was painted with oil paint, her skin was a very special brown, her eyes were deep, and especially she had such long bare legs. She should be the little girl in the tavern in the story of Mrs. Closi Nightingale, wild and beautiful, passionate like fire.

She invited Vaum to board the float together, and this young man dressed as a gentleman fit her heart very well.

She almost sang, admiring his lips and his curly hair.

Vaum was stroking the back of Ariel's neck to comfort him. The child just saw what happened through the gap, and he quickly relaxed. After being frightened, he felt a little shy and wronged. Reluctant to let go of Waumu's clothes.

Waum shook his head, declining her invitation.

The girl shrugged regretfully, danced and returned to the car, this is also a common thing, beauties always have a little temper.

Soon the joyful crowd followed the float, and the surroundings became quiet. There were well-meaning men and women beside them, looking at the little guy still nestled in Waum's arms, and jokingly said.

"Tell your brother that you gave up the chance to dance with the beauty to accompany him."

A somewhat chubby gentleman cleared his throat.

"Touching brotherhood."

The people around laughed.

After Ariel slowly let go of Vaum and raised his head from his arms, the surroundings became quiet—except for the occasional gasp.

His face was still a little red, and he whispered to Waumu.

"My hat just disappeared."

The crowd just took away not only candies but also the young master's beret.

Before Waum could speak, Ariel added.

"You have to make it clear to Mrs. Closie that it's not my fault. I've tried my best."

The point, of course, is not such an insignificant matter as a hat.

Vaum was originally worried that Ariel would feel uncomfortable with the eyes of everyone.

But in fact, Ariel is quite used to these things. What he is nervous about now is whether Vaum, the insidious villain who secretly won the favor of Mrs. Closi, will laugh at him.

He can imagine, ah, Mrs. Closie, your little Rose is still a furry child who is afraid of little mice.

Waum used his eyes to push back the people who wanted to come forward. Sometimes it is good for people to be more aggressive.

He lowered his head, like a lion who lowers its head to lick its cubs.

He whispered to Ariel.

"I know, I promise."

Ariel stared suspiciously for a while, and reluctantly believed him.

Perhaps because he was frightened just now, he is rare and docile, and he is not as repulsive and indifferent as usual in front of Waum. People always forget to pretend at such times.

Ariel got down from Vaum's arms and looked down at his little leather shoes.

Waum was wearing a dress, and the boys in the town had one or two of them for the annual ball and other major festivals. It was beautiful, but it was inconvenient to move around.

Vaum's set is very simple, a white shirt and a black coat, but it is already inconvenient to make big moves.

He took off his coat directly, put it on his forearm, loosened the tie with the other hand, and threw the coat over one shoulder, then knelt down on one knee and squatted down to tidy up the messed up clothes for Ariel.

He straightened Ariel's shirt and retied Ariel's tie, not caring about his dress.

"feelling better?"

"Ah."

Waum felt that he was as obedient as a kitten whose neck was lifted.

The surroundings were so quiet that it was unreasonable, and it was only then that Vaum noticed that the crowd was staring at Ariel, their gazes were almost naked.

They were originally in the center of the crowd's line of sight. Just now the float took away most of the people who were indulging in joy, and the crowd began to slowly disperse. Now, because of Ariel, the crowd started to gather again.

Especially when they are still in the heart of the bustling town, there are already many people.

In Vaum's impression, Ariel is equated with roses, both of which are beautiful and fragile.

It is human nature to pursue beauty.

That child is so lively and beautiful, he is simply Lucifer, with a beautiful smile, living in the attic with his grandmother, youth and old age live together like this.

His beauty is also silent in this ordinary life like water.

But now, the canvas covering the painting was uncovered, and the butterfly flapped its wings, causing a storm.

"Little Rose, have you brought your handkerchief?"

"I have it, I put it in my pocket."

"Don't forget to don a rose, you will give it to your dance partner at the ball tonight."

"You have reminded me three times, Mrs. Crocy."

"Okay, it's my fault, the carriage is already downstairs, go to Little Rose, don't make Vaum wait too long."

Ariel went downstairs while grumbling and complaining.

"Why should I go with him, he is so old, won't he go by himself?"

K. was afraid that Little Rose would not be able to make friends, so he made friends all over the world with his well-intentioned Mrs. Losey bit the bullet: ... Oh, forgive him, Little Rose, he is not too big .

Waum was beside the carriage, and when he heard footsteps, he looked over lazily.

He whistled to Ariel, and then opened the carriage door for Ariel.

This is the carriage arranged by Mrs. Closi. If it was Vaum himself, he would follow his friends in the tavern until the dance began, and then go to the big theater in the heart of the town while chatting and making rude jokes among the boys-every year Both serve as dance venues.

Even though they're wearing leather shoes, but hey, it's all the lads, they don't care.

But Mrs. Closie took care of her little rose so meticulously. She arranged everything, as if Ariel was a noble young master who was about to go to the king's banquet.

But in fact, the protagonists of the dance they are going to are all children of hunters or blacksmiths. It is more like a party than a dance. The town is not big, and almost all children of the same age know each other. Not surprisingly, they will meet at a suitable place. Marry a girl when they were young, and spend their lives in this town, just like their parents.

Families with a little money send their children to dances in more prosperous cities, which gives them the opportunity to marry boys in the city. Those boys may be the sons of bartenders or the children of merchants. It's much better to work hard here - this is a national festival, even in the capital, at the same time the princes and princesses are also attending the ball.

Most of the children who are sent to larger places to participate in the prom are girls, and it is difficult for boys. Although this world is more tolerant to men, the corresponding requirements are always higher, and most of them have to take responsibility The responsibility of supporting the family, although the times have progressed in recent years, there are many excellent women who are the backbone of the family, but most of them appear in the capital.

In this remote place, including the center of Ailuo City - Ailuo City is a remote and backward existence among the twelve cities in the country - it still adheres to the old concept that the male dominates the outside and the female dominates the inside.

This has never changed. Maybe it is also because of the special situation here. The business here is not very prosperous. People can hardly find jobs that don't require physical strength. The land is so barren that farmers can't support themselves.

Fortunately, there is a large forest here, and the trees on the land that cannot feed crops do not know how many years they have grown, but they live freely. The wild beasts and monsters in it are enough to feed the people on this land—Gai Forest, it is dense It really blocks the expansion of the kingdom's territory, and no one has ever been able to pass through it. It blocks the footsteps of human beings from the sea. No one knows what is on the other side of the sea. Similarly, no one knows what is on the other side of the forest. What.

Therefore, besides the hunters, the blacksmiths who make weapons have the most here, which determines that men have to bear more in the family.

Boys would talk in taverns about the pretty faces and slender bodies of city girls and their silky skin—as if they had touched them, but they also knew that such girls had to be fed and fed, and their slender bodies Her silky skin meant she couldn't touch the household chores, they were like precious china, exquisite and in need of loving care.

As for the girls in the countryside, they grow vigorously and are as tenacious as weeds. Each of them can drink more than a jar of strong wine, and their cheeks are red from the wind blowing from the desert. They are soft and beautiful as girls. It will soon disappear under the tempering of life.

It's not that it's bad, but this is a rural area after all. Their parents lived here all their lives and hoped that their children would have a better life. It's obviously too hard for a girl.

The location of Ailuo City where they are located is too remote, and it is the farthest from the king's capital. Since it is the border area of ​​the country, a lot of manpower and material resources are invested every year to resist the attack of dark creatures.

Even if the Temple of Light would send priests to help in that season every year, the nobles of the capital would organize knights to help, and the king would give compensation, but that was not enough at all, so Ailuo City has always been a poor and remote place.

Mention Ailuo City in several other prosperous cities, and others will know, oh, that poor barbarian land.

Their impression of Ailuo City is only the choking spirits, barbaric residents, meat and fur specialties, and rich undead creatures - because of this, many necromancers, wizards and witches like this place very much After the annual attack, they buy the corpses of dark creatures as materials, and sometimes they also collect some human corpses. Of course, if human corpses are found, they will be severely judged by the Holy See. This world is always harsh on necromancers. A little, but it's much better than the time hundreds of years ago when they were found and burned as heretics.

Waum grew up here since he was a child. He was originally an orphan. He didn't know that day he appeared at the border of the Gayi forest outside the town. The hunter who returned home at night brought him back—the night is always dangerous, Even for an old hunter, let alone a child, he at first thought it was the careless father who forgot to take him back when he brought the child to play.

But then people found out that they couldn't find the kid's family. He seemed to appear out of nowhere, just like people have been jokingly saying, as if he came through the Kay forest.

They had to send him to the monastery, where he spent a troubled childhood, and then started hunting with the men of the town.

In the only ten years of his life, Vaum never thought about anything other than survival. In his eyes, hunting ability is linked to survival ability, and everyone is like this. He has some concepts about nobles, but that concept is not enough to make He learned of another way of life—a way of life that didn't depend on hunting.

Mrs. Clocy could not coddle him for a lifetime.

If Ariel had been a woman it would have been easier for him to live than it is now, but he was a boy, and even though he was pretty, it didn't help.

In his eyes, Ariel is like a rose, which will wither if it is lightly crushed.

This made Vaum always docile in front of Ariel, like a lion with its claws retracted to play with its cubs.