Dead seeds

He looked down at the baby girl in his arms and saw that she was sleeping soundly. She was not disturbed by the noise around her. Still, the idiot put the baby in his arms, pulled the swaddling clothes to cover her ears.

Covey isn't very big. I'm afraid it's only a quarter the size of sennag. If you listen a little, you can hear the whistle of a train coming from the north of town. The idiot took a drink from the kettle on his waist and went straight to the train station.

A thriving town and a crowded train station. The noise of the peddlers, mingled with the sound of the sirens, was more alive in the air than in the streets outside. The excitement finally woke up the baby girl and made her cry.

'cheep, dead girl, cry a fart! Hey, idiot, get rid of her. Then come out with me and do whatever you want."

He coax the baby girl, covers her ears with swaddling clothes and holds her tightly in his arms. Perhaps feeling protected, the baby girl's cries gradually died down and stopped crying.

The idiot breathed softly and poured out some water to make the baby girl drink. Then he went to the ticket office and stood on tiptoe, looking at the conductor who was nearly forty.

"To the wind blowing sand city, how much money."

The conductor inside was trimming his nails when he heard someone asking to look back. When she had looked a long time, she saw under the window a ragged little beggar with a baby in his arms, and drew back with a snort.

"To the stag empire? Three hundred and twenty solas for the noble express and two hundred solas for the ordinary express. There are all the prices on it. Look for yourself. Just go away, and when you know your weight, don't stand here and lose business."

The conductor's voice was surly. She could not believe a 10-year-old beggar could really afford a ticket.

"To the wind blowing sand city, the cheapest ticket, how much."

But to her surprise, the beggar's voice did not go away, but there was no confusion in it. A cold... It seemed that even the bustling air of Cuvier would freeze.

The conductor poked his head out, looked at the idiot again, and reached for the next ticket: "there is one ticket to the transfer station death desert. Although the city is not ventilated, it is in the territory of the stag empire and is the closest station to its destination. How about fifty sulla? Want it or not?"

Fifty sulla...

The eyes of the idiot are still covered with frost. The expressionless face stared at the conductor, her cold eyes in her eyes, as if to freeze her heart.

Somehow, looking into the beggar's eyes made her feel cold. She winced, held up the ticket, and exclaimed, "this is the cheapest! Fifty sulla! Since this is a cross-country train, any through train would have to be over 100 solas! This is the only train in the last month. It will depart at 18:00 two days later. Buy it or not! ... A: hello! Strange, where are the people?"

The conductor poked out his head again, but his cold eyes had gone out of sight except for the crowd outside.

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No town is too busy to have quiet lanes. The idiot soon found such an alley far away from the bustling atmosphere outside, sat on the snow, and felt for his small bag of money.

"Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve... Good, boy. You got fifty sulla by selling the princess, and now you've spent most of the journey by treating the little girl and buying her macaroni. Now you only have thirteen sulla and two inels. The cheapest ticket required fifty sulla. Now, what are you going to do?"

Dark out blood pupil open, malicious stare at the idiot arms of the baby. The baby girl seemed to know nothing about it. She opened her eyes and looked at the idiot's face curiously.

The reality is grim. Tickets for fifty sulla cannot be bought for thirteen sula. That means only two possibilities. One, the idiot immediately gives up going to the stag empire and stops. Two, he needed to find a way to save his money, and, moreover, to earn the thirty-seven suras he had left in just two days. But... Is that possible?

Nothing is impossible for gutter rats accustomed to darkness and crime.

The idiot collected the money, repacked it, and hung it by his waist. He picked up the baby girl and, like a ghost in a dark sky, came to the entrance of the lane and watched everything outside. The eyes, cold and cruel, had become hunting eyes again.

The simple answer is that the fastest way to make money in the world is always crime. To build their own happiness on the pain of others, is often the biggest sound of money when. Soon, the little beggar found his first prey -- a woman holding the child's hand, taking a purse from her bosom, ready to buy an apple.

"Hey, stealing? Or robbery? Either way, it's boring. Besides, isn't thirty-seven sula a big number? I hope you can make up the amount within three times. Well, of course, before those pesky guards found out about you."

The dark taunt was not meaningless, and the idiot's eyes caught a glimpse of the soldiers on the side of the street. On closer inspection, he found that the town was surprisingly well guarded, with two or three soldiers walking by in groups almost every five or six minutes. In such a tight situation, he wanted to shoot and then escape... Maybe not. But with this baby girl in my arms...

"Ha, ha, ha! Let me tell you, I'm right! This dead girl can only give you trouble from beginning to end, but will never give you any benefit! Have you figured it out? Come on, get rid of her. Then, you again dare to rob, anyone dare to trouble you, you pull me out! Hey hey, I have not tasted the pleasure of slaughtering a town for a long time, destroy this town, how?"

The tone of his voice was full of sarcasm, and it was conceivable that he was exaggerating and boasting in order to beat the idiot into throwing away the baby girl. The idiot looked down at the baby girl, who was also looking at him with her turquoise eyes.

"....................."

The little beggar closed his eyes, as if giving up something, holding the baby girl turned around, ready to go into the dark alley...

"Hey, you say the world really have such stupid person, unexpectedly say change change, send oneself money to the outside!"

"Really? Thanks to that stupid merchant, I've made a killing! Thanks to his generosity, the sleepy town became so lively in such a short time. Where should I go for a drink tonight? It is better to seek Marianne!"

"Ha ha ha, miss your mistress? Be careful not to let your hard-earned money go to that whore and make your wife yell at you. Ha, ha, ha."

With a hearty laugh, two soldiers swaggered across the street. They did not realize, nor would they realize, that what they were saying at this moment had planted a seed called "crash" for the destruction of the town...

The idiot had his back to the street outside, and the soldiers' conversation was in his ears. Those tender eyes, which had only just begun to emerge, were suddenly frozen again, and any one who looked into the eyes of the ten-year-old would have had three nights' nightmares.

"Well, what's the matter? Now, now!"

There was no answer, the only thing that could be called a response was the rapid movement of the idiot's feet. The thin figure shuttled through the crowd, and the sky behind it began to fall hexagonal snow.

Following the crowd, the idiot came to the square in the center of town. There was a sea of people here, and everyone was looking forward to the temporary platform in the center. There are several tables on the high table, and many scales on the tables. Two dozen men dressed in black stood in front of the scales. People lined up, one after the other, to the dais, to hand over the bag full of sulla, and then to take the bag full of inel from the man in black and leave, beaming.

What happened here?

No need to ask, a man in black on the high platform with a guide stone loudspeaker shouted, has completely answered the question of the idiot.