Chapter 294 Woman

[This chapter opens a new chapter. In the following chapters, I have borrowed some of the contents of a masterpiece. Of course, it's just a little plot. Because these chapters are really well written. It's hard to surpass yourself, but the outline needs such a plot. So I decided to quote it. Ha ha, is there a big copy of the article in the world? Don't scold me for plagiarizing. Ho ho!!]

The Principality of Nilo is located in the south. The south is rich in rain and the terrain is flat, so there are many rivers. Countless rivers originating from the Western Mountains are surging with white waves, flowing all the way into the eastern sea along the terrain.

And the Canglan River is one of the many rivers of the Principality of Nilo. He flowed down from the snowy mountain and then entered the Duchy of Nilo. The roaring water on the mountain gradually calmed down here, like a soft and affectionate woman, winding on the plain, briskly winding out of soft bays.

The water surface is wide and calm, clearly reflecting the cyan green trees, and the birds and beasts in the forest on both sides of the river are singing and full of vitality.

It's a very ordinary morning.

In the western suburbs of Canaan, a house isolated by the riverside forest opened the door in the morning light, and a tired young woman came out of the dilapidated wooden door. She was about twenty years old and didn't look beautiful. She could only say that she was a mediocre woman. She came out of the wooden door and put the toiletries and clothes into the basin. After that, she yawned, carrying a basin full of clothes, gently rubbing her dry eyes and walking to the river.

The path under her feet is bumpy. She has to take up her long skirt all the way, carefully avoid the dirty water on the ground, and turn her body around, which makes her waist look a little exaggerated, but looking from the back direction is still enough to distract most men.

Stepping on the big stone that half submerged into the water, took out the clothes to wash, and the monotonous sound of pounding the clothes echoed on the shore.

While busy with what she was doing, she looked up and looked around, looking a little absent-minded.

A long skirt floated out with the water wave and was glimpsed by the corner of the young woman's eyes. She hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, but the hem of the long skirt stubbornly fell underwater.

"Why is it so heavy?" The woman frowned and said, "It's over. I don't know what hung up again this time."

This thing was very heavy. Even the young woman was dragged off the big stone, ran several steps along the shore, and almost fell into the river. But this long skirt is very important to her, and she won't let go.

Finally, the long skirt was not so heavy, and she gradually pulled it up.

But there is not only a long skirt that exposes the yellow water, but also a column of water surging up, wrapped in a faint dark shadow in the middle.

The young woman, with a pair of big frightened eyes, collapsed on the sand on the shore, her lips trembled and she couldn't make a sound.

The splash falls, and the dark shadow reveals the truth. It is a person or a humanoid demon.

Wisps of long hair cover the face, and only half of the eyes are exposed in the cracks. That look is not as good as human beings can have at all. Direct shooting can make people's skin hurt. Moreover, the eyes are black, and only the devil's eyes are black, as the noble priests in the city temple said so.

He staggered out of the water and coughed for two steps. He felt that the long skirt was a little in the way, so he threw it away. He came to the young woman step by step. The young woman shrank and trembled, and the corners of her eyes flashed with tears. She didn't know what would happen and was unable to escape.

The long skirt was thrown on the ground. He grabbed her neckline with his left hand, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

"Don't... kill me." The woman closed her eyes and finally made a pleading voice: "Please..."

After a "puff", the woman felt a few warm ** splashed on her face. He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw that the person who grabbed her collar had fallen diagonally, with a shocking blood stain on his mouth, sand and his skirt.

Escape! The first thought that flashed in her mind was to escape. But now her feet are weak and she doesn't have any strength... Shout for help? It is sparsely populated, and the nearest town is 20 miles away.

She covered her mouth tightly, tears of horror from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the body with panicked eyes.

Although it is a ragged dress, there are fine embroidery patterns on it. She has never seen this style of clothing, but there is no doubt that this kind of luxurious clothes can't be worn by ordinary people.

He, he must be a nobleman. Well, looking at his face, he is still a little immature. He looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. His hands are very clean and there is no cocoon. It seems that he must be a nobleman, but I don't know why he is in trouble.

Recognizing the general identity of the other party, which eased the fear in the young woman's heart a lot.

After thinking about it for a long time, she still stretched out her hand and gently put away the wet hair stuck to his face. She was very cautious for fear of alarming him. There was a pale and handsome face in front of him... His eyes were closed, his lips were dark, and his body was very hot, and he trembled. And, more importantly, his body is full of wounds, big and small, all over his body.

"I'm hurt... It's so scary..." Her eyes flashed over the white and turned wounds on his body that were soaked by the river, and she exclaimed. It should be reported. Maybe I can get some reward.

"Injured...man..." The young woman hugged her knees and was stunned.

An hour later, the comatose "noble" was dragged back to the hut by a young woman on a shelf tied with a wooden stick. On the path, there were several intermittent traces.

The river bank has returned to calm.

The young woman was busy, cleaning the wounds for the "noble", changing her clothes, and dressing by the way. Then he went out of the door with a package and walked to the city of Canaan twenty miles away. She is going to start a day's work. It's not surprising that everyone has to work on this continent.

Gradually, there were people on the roadside, and the young woman had reached the edge of the town. Regardless of finding a place to rest, she went straight to a pharmacy that no one was interested in.

"What? Are you sick again?" The owner of the pharmacy looked up at her and lost a bag of medicine feebly: "Whose account is it on?"

"No, it's not this medicine." The young woman lowered her head and looked a little panicked: "I want some... hurt medicine."

The pharmacy owner rolled his eyelids and hung an obscene smile on his face: "Injured medicine? My little baby, where did you hurt?

"Please, give me some, and I'll pay for it."

The boss took the money, put a few bags of medicine in the woman's hand, and touched the woman's chest. The woman went out of the door with a few chuckled smiles from the pharmacy owner, lowered her head, and walked to the other side of the street with the burden in her arms.

Along the way, when she saw any man or woman, or even a running child, she saluted and did not dare to face it.

A child threw her back with a stone and shouted, "Prostitute...dirty prostitute!"

She laughed, she bowed her head, and she walked faster and rushed into the place where she worked.

She is a prostitute, a prostitute with extremely low status and even personality. So she can't live in the city. It's her job to salute people, and it's her blessing to be rudely treated by guests.

After a while, she was rudely striped naked and pressed under her body, with a smile on her face. One man after another crossed her body, with farmers, hunters, and town residents. They talked and laughed loudly and freely. They even put several women who were similar to her together, so that they could make various gestures at the same time, and judge unscrupulously... She smiled, and they all smiled.

Men are synonymous with wealth and strength.

How powerful a general is depends on how many armed men he has; how great a monarch is depends on how many men he commands; even when measuring a family, everyone will first think of how many men there are in this family.

Women have to rely on men to survive, and she is the lowest status among women.

She understood all these truths. Those who starved to death on the roadside and those who tried to resist had already made her understand this. Isn't it just to be a prostitute? She can even do a good job... Everyone is like this. No one can struggle out of their own destiny, follow the river of fate, and be content with the status quo!

After this period of time, she dragged her tired body and clenched the money she had harvested that day in her hand. She returned to her home.

The unconscious "noble" was still in a coma. She carefully applied medicine to the nobleman, but she was annoyed to find that there were too many wounds and too little medicine. Although there was something on the nobleman, it didn't look like an injury medicine, but she was lucky to find a few gems in this man's clothes.

is a crystal clear precious gem, but she dares not take it out and sell it, because they will take away her gem and force her to ask where she got it. Because she is a prostitute, she doesn't deserve gems. Fortunately, in addition to gems, there are some other debris.

The next day, she exchanged some "clutter" in the aristocratic clothes for money, bought more wound medicine, and a healing magic scroll exchanged from the wanderer. With these things, she at least stabilized the injury on the aristocracy. However, she doesn't know the real value of these sundries. If she knew, maybe she wouldn't have sold it so easily.

He no longer has a fever, his breathing has calmed down, and he can drink water - which makes her happy.

The fourth day, he opened his eyes, a pair of pure black, bright and innocent eyes of the same color as his hair. But he just stared straight at the roof. He doesn't talk.

The scars on his body gradually closed, but he still didn't speak. It's very quiet. Most of the time, he just sits in the yard and frowns at the rivers and forests in the distance.

She thought he should not be a civilian, because he frowned when eating his own food, and he ate quietly. So I firmly believe that my choice is not wrong, and I am even a little complacent.

But the next thing is not so smooth.

The nobleman seemed to have suffered a great blow. He didn't speak for two days and didn't even turn his eyes. On the third day, the nobleman simply went crazy, said something that she didn't understand, and scratched his hands in the air. After he showed the terrible eyes that day, she panicked and grabbed a wooden stick and "strively" to calm him down.

When he woke up again, the nobleman's eyes were clear again, but soon he went crazy again, so he was knocked unconscious... Many times, until one day, he was beaten to scream.

"It hurts..." The nobleman sat up and hugged his head dissatisfiedly and shouted, "Sister, why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong?"

She held up the wooden stick, opened her mouth in surprise, and didn't answer for a long time. She had guessed how the nobleman woke up many times in her heart, but she never expected such a naive expression and such an innocent voice.

She wanted to defend, explain, and ask questions, but she was incoherent. She simply stopped saying anything and went to get food for the nobles to eat. But when she returned to the bed, she found that the nobleman shrank into the corner of the room and buried his head deeply.

"Come and eat."

The nobleman looked up speechlessly, and she saw the confusion on his face and the pain in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

The nobleman slowly shook his head, still with his bright and clear black eyes, but the pain in his eyes was even stronger, which was unbearable.

Did you lose any important relatives? Or have you been defeated by your own enemies? She seemed to understand his feelings, but she didn't seem to understand. She squatted down and asked softly, but couldn't get an answer. In the end, the nobleman's eyes fluttered and gathered back to the roof.

The nobleman is so strange, but she has to work tomorrow. She sighed and rested.