A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"That's right, that's the one!" Xia Xia had a strong thirst for knowledge. She moved her buttocks and squeezed on a tree stump with Cloris, whispering, "Can Xia Xia become a white swan? Arista The nun always calls Xia Xia a half-elf bastard, but elves are a noble race, so is Xia Xia?"

Cloris held her forehead in pain and lamented. She didn't expect a five-year-old boy to be able to associate so many things. If she had known this, she would not have told such a fairy tale that all children in her previous life were familiar with.

After a moment of silence, a soft voice sounded again:

"Cloris..."

"Ok?"

"Do you think Xia Xia can find Dad?"

If this question was asked on Arista's head, the nun would definitely scold with a stick: Your father is dead, so he won't want you, a little bastard!

But how could Cloris bear it?

So, the girl hugged the little guy into her arms, smoothed the messy pink hair one by one, and said softly: "No, because Xia Xia is a child abandoned by his father."

Xia Xia's eyelashes trembled.She expected to hear hopeful and bright encouragement from Cloris, as usual, but what she said from Cloris now was the unexpected negation of the little guy.

Even so, Xia Xia still leaned into Cloris' arms, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

"But it's not Xia Xia's fault. Only the worst and most despicable people would abandon such a lovely Xia Xia." Cloris then added, "Why expect a villain who abandons Xia Xia?"

Cloris felt that it was necessary for her to impart some life experience to the precocious Xia Xia. She combed the little guy's hair meticulously, and the little guy also peeled the fluff with his fingers deftly——

"Others, no matter how kind and amiable they are, may be a disguise for evil intentions. Some guys who look fierce and evil have actually saved your future... probably. In short, only the closest people are worthy of trust."

"As close as Cloris?"

"As close as Cloris."

Cloris hugged the little guy in relief, and gave love and comfort with a maternal instinct that she couldn't detect: "No matter what others do, Cloris will never abandon Xia Xia, we will always be together."

This made Xia Xia's eyes light up again.The little guy instinctively expects those beautiful fantasies, but a reality that is better than fantasies has already come to him.As for the invisible father, how can it be compared with the intimate Cloris?

"Cloris!" Xia Xia, who was at a loss for words, stopped her work and racked her brains to think of words of encouragement.

"Shut up." Cloris interrupted her.

"Ok?"

"Keep peeling!"

3. Cloris the Decent Person

Xia Xia enjoys labor very much... well, rather than enjoying labor, it is better to say that she is attached to the time spent with Cloris.Cloris, who was a child laborer, didn't have the slightest psychological burden. If you want to say child labor, the girl herself is.

Cloris didn't know whether to let the little guy keep those vague dreams. She worried that one day in the future, Xia Xia would be sad because of the gap between the dreams and the reality.The girl felt that her mentality was very stable. Her Royal Highness in the past, now her biggest wish is to kill Arista, inherit this poor reformatory, and become the talker.

This is by no means unrealistic. Of the more than 80 children in the reformatory, only Cloris was personally raised by Sister Arista.If she had a little more ambition, she might be baptized and become a glorious star nun, so that she would have a chance to leave this messy world of fog.

"It's finished peeling!" Xia Xia tied up the black hemp fiber, held it on her head and held it high.

This work efficiency made Cloris secretly click her tongue. If she had the opportunity to open a processing workshop, the little animal would definitely be the most outstanding female worker.Back then, when the girl peeled the black hemp, she was often traumatized by the tough and cutting fibers.

"It's getting better." Cloris sighed.

My daughter has grown up and is able to help herself with work.

"Cloris!"

"what's wrong?"

"Tell Xia Xia another story!"

Cloris didn't understand why the little guy was so fanatical about stories. She didn't know how much Xia Xia longed for the rich world described by the girl's mouth in the lower world where information was blocked and there was almost no entertainment.

Whether it is joy or pain, it is brighter than Far Yar, a small island that can go to the end in one day.

"Oh, well then, I'll reward you," Cloris began to retrieve distant memories, and she asked, "Does Xia Xia want to listen to comedy or tragedy, passionate or bleak, cheerful or sad?" depressed?"

"Hmm..." Xia Xia frowned and thought hard, "Is there any difference between them?" Seeing Cloris smiling and looking at him without saying a word, the little guy gritted his teeth and declared his great ambition, " Then Xia Xia wants it all!"

"..." Cloris' smile froze for a moment, why do you want all the children?As soon as the words came out, the girl had no choice but to start stitching pieces one by one, and said, "This story has to start with a crystal shoe..."

It was a harsh... er, very cold winter, and the sky was full of white ice crystals that Xia Xia had never seen before. On Christmas Eve, every family gathered together, and a grand celebration was held in the Kingdom Palace. Only Sindhu, who had been abused by his stepmother and stepsisters, Rila is also selling matches under the heavy snow of goose feathers...

Xia Xia already knows the concept of white ice crystals, which are crystals similar to the large "gray snow" in Faljar, except that white snow is condensed water, clean and beautiful, while gray snow is discharged from the "melting furnace" burning scrap.But what is Christmas Eve, Xia Xia didn't interrupt, just figured it out.

When he heard that Syndurella could not sell a single match, the little animal clenched its fists anxiously, and when it heard that Syndurilla was dying and had to light all the matches to keep warm, the little animal burst into tears It landed on the back of Cloris' hand.After the "wish nun" summoned by the match gave Sindurila a luxurious dress and a pumpkin carriage, Xia Xia couldn't keep up with the trend of the plot, what palace, dance banquet, dancing hand in hand with the queen, what twelve The crystal slipper that fell after the o'clock... In short, the little guy's teary eyes almost sparkled with bright stars, so magnificent, yes, so rich!Korea!Church!Emperor!The picture made Xia Xia salivate.

In order to seek a chance to return to the upper realm, Cloris learned some star scriptures from Arista, knowing that same-sex marriage is accepted within the Star Church, so she does not have to worry about being regarded as heresy even if she tells such a story to outsiders Hanged on the rack.

The core of the story is absolutely positive. As Xia Xia's life mentor, Cloris dares to take full responsibility for every word she says.

"So, after living with the Queen, Cinderella will help the poor every day?"

"That's called poverty alleviation."

"Oh, can you ask Cinderella to help Cloris?"

"Why help me?"

"Because Cloris always said to get out of this 'fucking place'."

"But what about Xia Xia?"

"Is Cloris going to leave Xia Xia behind!"

The little guy jumped up eagerly in an instant. In her cognition, she and Cloris were 100% bound.

"never."

Cloris hurriedly made amends, stroking Xia Xia's soft short hair to comfort her, who narrowed her eyes obediently, just like a kitten.

"Cloris!"

A muffled call came from a distance, the girl looked up, and the bucket-like fat head hobbled over.

"Hi Chef, what's the matter?" Cloris said respectfully.

The chef is the cook of the correctional facility, maybe an orc, who is good at stewing all kinds of edible vegetables and beetles into a nutritious paste.The reason why she has fat head and big ears is not because she always steals food, but because the radiation of the void source crystal has penetrated into the bone marrow, and various derivative diseases have caused her to gain weight.

One of Chef's eyes was rotten, and there was a rotten black secretion in the eye socket, and some purple crystals also crawled out from under the skin, making her look devastated.

Radiation sickness is not contagious. Even if Chef has become a source of radiation, generally speaking, this level of radiation will not obviously harm the health of others, and even cannot penetrate the cutin of some indigenous skins.Chef can become like this, it can only be said that she has been exposed to high concentrations of void source crystals, such as digging in the devil's cave.

"I've run out of vines for soup tonight, help me go to the Black Forest to pick some more, and then I'll give you another meal!" The chef bluntly hammered his chest with a spoon, clanging.

Thousand-handed vine is a kind of echinoderm in the Black Forest. It is said that it is widely distributed in the misty area. There are hundreds of subspecies. It is slightly poisonous. After treatment, it can meet the trace elements needed by the local people. It is also a blind medicinal material for making anti-radiation medicine.

"Okay." Cloris nodded, she was already familiar with this kind of thing.

With several thirteen and fourteen-year-old seniors finding serious jobs under the arrangement of Alista, Cloris is already the oldest and most qualified child in the correctional institution. In addition, the girl's precocious figure makes her look even worse. Last year I was two years older, and I grew up slim.

And because Arista never sent the girl out to be an apprentice, and only kept her by her side to teach her, even the chef couldn't dictate to Cloris.

After agreeing to the chef, Cloris returned to the private bedroom without stopping to pack the toolbox and luggage.It was past noon, and she had to collect enough thousand-handed vines before evening. If she got caught in the dense fog at sunset, she would most likely get lost in it and not be able to see the light of the next day.

4. Variation

The Black Forest occupies four-fifths of the area of ​​Faljar, and the depths are filled with dense fog, covering the sky and the sun. Because of the mysterious properties of the fog that have not been fully identified, even the airship fleet will not easily set foot in it.

Of course, the lower realm cannot see the sun, and can only judge day and night by the daily light changes.During the day, there will be a foggy halo piercing through the clouds, enough to see things; at night, it will be completely dark.

Cloudy days and snowy days are darker, and the warm season is different from the cold season. Whenever the people of the upper realm open up a new colony, they must first pry the local weather and geography from the hands of the natives, and then choose according to the actual situation. Conquer and cooperate.

Usable resources like Far Yar are not rich, but they are located on islands with key traffic, and are usually set up directly under the Central Government, where Chen Bing is stationed.

The correctional center is on the edge of the island, surrounded by the mist river, the light mist river is only three meters deep, and further down is the fog with no end in sight and no direction to distinguish.Cloris rowed a canoe across the river of mist, and there were dim fluorescent lights on the boat. She tried to touch the light, but her fingers were swollen by Arista's thorns. The nun told her that it was these spiritual veins and the origin of the river of mist. The characteristics work together to make the canoe float easily.

This is amazing knowledge, but Alista never taught her. Cloris sneaked into the library several times, and each time she thought her work was perfect, but she was discovered every time, and then she was stripped naked and hung in the The dark basement was whipped.

These experiences made the girl's words to Alista unforgettable: Never ask about things you shouldn't know.

However, Cloris, who knows her mistakes and never corrects them, will always do it again. The girl who suffers from a fall and gains her wisdom is more secretive every time, and the whip is painful again and again.

Docking along the old place where no one cared about, Cloris packed her bags, carrying a toolbox in one hand, and holding a crossbow on her arm in the other, to beware of any wild beasts that might come out.

The products of Far Yar are quite rich, but there are very few edible animals and plants. The selected rye, fungi and some worms that live at the bottom of the food chain are frequent visitors on the local people's table.Therefore, while collecting vines, Cloris will also carefully look for traces of non-toxic mushrooms and small animals. Ever since she used a crossbow at the age of nine, she has habitually hunted wild game for tooth sacrifices.

Two years ago, Cloris needed two hands to hold the crossbow to shoot steadily, but now she has made great progress.

The girl was familiar with the geography of the outskirts of the Black Forest. After walking around for half an hour, she came to a low hill piled with bushes and rocks. A small chocobo that didn't grow meat was scared and fled. Suddenly, a few branches came alive and entangled the chocobo's claws suddenly. In the scream of "quack", a cluster of coral-like black "Plant" rushed over and slowly strangled the chocobo.

The sudden scene made Cloris take two steps back, but she didn't panic, she had expected it, but she didn't fully expect it.

"It's only been a month, how can it grow so big?"

Cloris carefully avoided the thousand-handed vine, and saw it spread its mimic tentacles one after another, and then injected the toxin into the chocobo, entwining it tighter and tighter until the "quack" sound stopped.

This is the vine planted by Cloris. She extracts the essence from the herbs that vine loves, then buries the half-closed box in the soil, transplants shrubs, and piles up rocks, which is convenient for the vine to hunt and eat. Also made it easy for her to spot the place.

Cloris came to harvest a wave every once in a while, and then left a few clusters of thousand-handed vines for them to reproduce on their own, and the cycle repeated.

The girl has prepared several places like this, so that she doesn't have to go all over the forest to search for the trace of the thousand-handed vine.

However, it has only been one month since the last harvest, and under normal circumstances, it is impossible to grow something with a diameter of nearly half a meter.

Cloris stepped aside cautiously, flipped over a rock, and densely packed tentacles immediately appeared under the squirming soil.Thousand-handed vines are afraid of light and cold, and often gather in the soil to prevent heat loss, and then stretch out some mimic tentacles to lure prey. Just under the stone that Cloris turned over, there are at least five or six thousand-handed vines entangled, Count those scalp-chilling tentacles, and it's a nightmare for trypophobia sufferers.

Cloris has long been used to it. Putting on her gloves, she took out a polished stone pot from the toolbox, dug up the soil with a small shovel, and with a whoosh, a thousand-handed vine was put into the upside-down stone pot.

Tentacles climbed up the slender onion fingers, and the girl easily pushed them aside without paying attention. After a while, there were five or six sealed stone jars packed into the bag.

After weighing the weight of her luggage, Cloris estimated her physical strength and was about to go to the next location, but there was a change in the movement five steps away.

The echinoderm of the thousand-handed vine that had devoured the landing chocobo shrank sharply, like an old man on the verge of death, wrinkled thousands of wrinkles on his face, and the muscles underneath tensed instantly, under the sudden contraction of Cloris' pupils , rushing towards the girl suddenly!

Cloris fell over in an instant, she felt something was twisting around her shoulders, the disgusting, slippery touch permeated the densely woven linen and cotton, and the burning sting suddenly hit her brain.

corrosion!

Cloris was startled and frightened. She had collected hundreds of thousand-handed vines, and she had already figured out the habits of this creature. Normally speaking, the needles under the tentacles of the thousand-handed vines could not pierce her clothes. Toxins that only paralyze and coagulate blood can't bring such scorching pain.

Without saying a word, she grabbed the back of the Thousand Hands Vine and was about to tear it apart, but this monster seemed to have thousands of tiny suction cups attached to its shoulders and arms, firmly clinging to its delicate skin.

"Get out of here!"

Cloris could not keep calm after all, this is the fragile instinct of human beings who fear the unknown.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to endure the absorption of foreign objects and immediately row back to the reformatory to seek Alista's help; or before she returned to the reformatory, she was killed by the corrosive venom of the mutated thousand-handed vine.

Life and death are at stake, and it is difficult for girls to weigh the pros and cons.

Therefore, under desperate tearing, Cloris finally stripped the thousand-handed vine from her body, threw it violently, and threw it towards the mound not far away.

The strong muscles and bones of the thousand-handed vine abruptly cut off several roots, and a few squirming tentacles stuck on the girl's shoulders. Several holes were burned out in the densely stitched linen, revealing the blackened close-fitting cotton material and fair skin. blood red needle eye.

Pulling out the thorn, Cloris looked coldly at the thousand-handed vine, which was about to pounce again. She rolled sideways, brushed past the fang-filled mouthpart, and picked up the crossbow on the grass——

The sound of breaking wind whizzed by, and in the blink of an eye, the thousand-handed vine had already been nailed to the trunk.

5. The Devalued Girl in the Forest of Ominous

The thousand-handed vine with teeth and claws is nailed to the trunk, and the mimic tentacles are shaped like dark green branches. It wriggles in a star-shaped radial pattern, swings the tentacles high, and the thorny tube feet under it are clearly visible.

This kind of long-tentacled creature has tenacious vitality. Even if all the tentacles are cut off, it can regenerate in time. Therefore, apart from restricting its movement, Cloris really has no way to deal with the thousand-handed vine of such a physique.

After walking away, the girl began to check the injury on her shoulder.The black linen outer shirt was fine, except for the laborious processing, it didn't cost much, but the cotton coat and cotton vest underneath were worth a lot of money, and the soft texture was far beyond that of the softened black linen.

The lower world doesn't produce cotton, so it took a lot of work for Cloris to make such a comfortable outfit.

Then there are the wounds.

Counting down, the white and greasy shoulders have been dyed red. In addition to the superficial burns, there are dozens of blood holes the size of pinholes.

"It's over, it's over, it can't be sold for 360 pounds now..."

Cloris, who muttered softly, took out a bottle of black mud compress from the toolbox, tied it with a bandage, and left it to fate.

Now she can only bet that the poison of the thousand-handed vine is not fatal, as long as she can return to the reformatory, Sister Arista should know how to deal with it.

"Ugh-"

From the depths of the forest came a sudden howl of a wild beast, which sounded a bit like a Far Yar wolf, but more sharp and ferocious. Then, the hissing of a falcon, the chirping of insects, and all kinds of ups and downs became intense, making the An ominous atmosphere was painted on his face.

"You have to leave immediately!"

No matter how demented a person could detect unusual dangers, Cloris immediately made up her mind to pack her bags and leave.

"Cuckoo."