Chapter 13 13. Sad and Crying Girl

When they entered the cave, the white-haired little girl had already passed out.

I don't know whether it was because he was close to coma from exhaustion, or because he had been holding on all the way, but now that he saw that his pursuers had been dealt with, he couldn't hold on as soon as he relaxed.

Mo Cheng used the holy light to walk around the opponent's body twice. Apart from some skin wounds, the little girl had no other injuries. The coma was purely for self-protection.

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A burst of fragrance awakened Lilia, and when she opened her heavy eyelids, she saw a priest sitting on the ground having a barbecue.

Was he the one who saved Lilia?

He has been caught up by that group of people. Since he is not dead yet, there is no need to elaborate on the reason.

"Are you awake already?"

Mo Cheng turned around and handed over the cooked wild boar meat in his hand, "Eat this first. Don't worry, my barbecue skills are still good. Well, at least it's edible."

Lilia took the barbecue and took a light bite. Pain suddenly exploded on the tip of her tongue, and the numbing and spicy sensations went straight to her brain.

"Mmm...so spicy."

She wanted to throw away the barbecue in her hand, but Lilia felt that it was too rude. After all, the other party had just saved her.

"Although it doesn't taste very good, this thing is good for you, so it's better to eat it."

As he spoke, Mo Cheng squeezed the finger-sized fruit into juice and sprinkled it on the wild boar meat, "This stuff doesn't taste very good. It is one of the raw materials for psychotropic potions. It can effectively relieve your fatigue after being highly concentrated for a long time. "

Mo Cheng, who lived as a savage in the forest for nearly a month, relied on this fruit as a seasoning. Mo Cheng, who was used to seasonings in modern society, could not accept pure natural barbecue at all.

After taking a bite, she felt much better, and her brain was no longer so groggy. Lilia had no choice but to endure the taste and her face turned red.

"I feel much better, thank you..."

As she was talking, Lilia suddenly realized that she still didn't know what to call the person in front of her.

"My name is Mo Cheng, and I can be considered a clergyman."

"I...my name is Lilia, and I am a trainee spell caster."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Mo Cheng didn't know what to say. He always felt that telling her about the head was a cruel thing.

He had no choice but to grill the meat skewers and hand them to Lilia. Not sure if it was because she was too hungry or for other reasons, Lilia was eating the meat skewers one by one, her eyes and nose were all red from the spicy food.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Tears dripped, drop by drop, and kept falling.

"Do you have any relatives you can rely on?"

Lilia hugged her knees with her hands and shook her head.

"After my mother passed away, my brother and I became orphans. We have always...been together..."

Lilia said softly, while her words were mixed with sobs and her body twitched slightly.

She softly talked about every detail of her and her brother's life, the life of the two brothers relying on each other and encouraging each other.

My brother went to work as a mercenary, and the reward from each mission was enough to support himself and his sister to complete her studies.

The younger sister did not live up to her brother's efforts. Lilia received an admission notice from the first college in the Principality of Aundair - Winterhold Comprehensive College with an excellent score that was far more than 100 points higher than the second place and outstanding talent.

It can be foreseen that as long as my sister graduates successfully, she will definitely have a bright future.

"Lilia was admitted to Winterhold College. My brother and Lilia were very happy. They also said that they would go with Lilia to see how big the capital is."

Then, bad luck struck the two brothers and sisters who depended on each other for life.

"Lilia's hair suddenly turned white. My brother took me to see a doctor. After I came back, I often ran out and didn't come back until very late."

My sister's hair suddenly turned white overnight, and my brother quickly took her to see a doctor. He was told that it was just a rare bloodline atavism that could only occur among some nobles with ancient inheritance.

After returning home, his brother conducted an investigation and found that the source of his bloodline pointed to the lord Viscount Joestar. The brother and sister were the illegitimate sons of the late Viscount Joestar.

What happened next was that his brother was accidentally exposed during the investigation, which made the new viscount know about his father's romantic debt, and then sent someone to "clean up" the undue blood for the sake of the family's reputation.

In the end, it was the brother who risked his life to cover his sister's escape, and died tragically under the knife of a killer.

After listening to Lilia's words, Mo Cheng felt very uncomfortable. He took out the burlap package and handed it to Lilia, "This should be your thing."

The outside of the package was stained red with blood, and it could be seen how fatally wounded the person carrying the package was at the last moment.

What kind of injury would cause so much blood to saturate the burlap?

Lilia opened the package with trembling hands and looked at the blood-stained clothes, textbooks, and even the admission notice inside.

It’s this thing, it’s this thing! Without it, Lilia wouldn't have had to check, she wouldn't have been discovered, and her brother wouldn't have died. Without this thing, Lilia could still live happily with her brother.

Blame it all, blame it, blame Lilia

Taking out the admission notice that had made her and her brother so happy that they couldn't sleep for several nights, Lilia sobbed and tore at it manically. But fortunately, this thing was quite strong, and a big hand held Lilia's hand that was tearing the notice away.

"Winterhold Comprehensive Magic Academy Admission Notice? Good stuff."

Mo Cheng has heard of the name of this academy. [Foreign Land] has a follower system, while Winterfort Comprehensive Magic Academy is the principality of Aundair. Even looking at the entire continent, it is an extremely excellent talent production base.

A good mage can be the leader of a team. Therefore, when players are still at a low level, mage followers are very popular.

He vaguely remembered that in order to recruit followers, players in [Foreign Land] went to Winterhold to try their luck. As a result, the Winterhold Comprehensive Magic Academy, which was free to enter, once raised the threshold to non-spellcasting professions, which required entry. Pay a 100 gold coin ticket fee to block those players who are overly enthusiastic but do not have the corresponding strength.

"Let go, I'm going to tear it apart. It's because of this brother that he will die." Lilia grabbed Mo Cheng's hand and shouted hysterically.

"The material of the package is burlap. The items inside the package are soaked with blood, which means that the package has been soaked in blood for a long time. At the same time, there are no obvious tears in the package, which means that it is well protected."

Mo Cheng's voice was low and full of admiration, "Your brother faced a spell caster, a patrol officer, and three guards. With an absolute disadvantage in terms of force and numbers, he not only bought you time to escape, but also gave you time to escape. It didn’t even damage the package a little bit.”

"He knows that he will not survive, and he also knows that the notice in the package is your guarantee for the future, so he has a one in ten thousand possibility that this package can be returned to you. He hopes that his sister will be happy. Life, for which he paid with his life.”

Mo Cheng slowly pulled his hand out, "Now, do you want to destroy it? Ruin the [hope] that a brother desperately left for his sister?"

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Why do some people think that the appearance of the protagonist I describe is Father Andrewson?

I obviously wrote it based on the useless snack priest Abel [the male protagonist of Blood of the Holy Demon]. . . .

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