An unbreakable connection

Leaving the alley, the little beggar stepped into the street. There were not many pedestrians on the still snowy street, and the passers - by twos and threes walked quickly past with tight necks and turned up collars. It was so cold that even the horse-drawn carriages became scarce, and the streets were covered with snow without any trace of being run over by the wheels. It gives the illusion of softness and warmth.

The little beggar exhaled and pulled the swaddle gently over the baby girl's head, revealing only her eyes and nose. The baby girl seemed to sense someone touching her and opened her eyes slowly.

The shadow of the little beggar is reflected in those emerald eyes. The baby girl sticks out her tongue and makes a few unidentified noises like "ahhhhhhh". The little beggar looked at her, after a long look...

The baby girl laughed.

The slight laughter was as fragile as her breath. The little beggar seemed puzzled by her sudden laughter. In response, he simply stopped looking at her, looked up, and walked to an apartment down the street.

This row of flats is one of the more luxurious in this street. The little beggar used to squat here, looking for a worthy target. Now he stood in front of the door again and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?

Soon, as the door creaked, a woman in her thirties came out. When she saw the little beggar, a look of disgust came over her face and she wanted to close the door.

"Please, madam, keep the child."

The little beggar was clever. He stuck the door frame with his foot and handed the baby girl out.

The woman saw the little beggar did not come to ask for money, then froze for a while. She looked doubtfully at the little beggar, then at the baby in his arms...

"Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!"

The little girl who had taken the medicine seemed to feel much better. She stared at the world with great, beautiful eyes.

"Ah, so cute ~~~! Child, don't you want her?"

With that, the woman stretched out her hand to take the baby girl.

The little beggar nodded, "yes. I picked it up on the road. I don't know who my parents are. Please, madam, for the sake of the storm outside, give me a loaf of bread to satisfy my hunger."

The woman promised, and went forward to hug the baby girl with a smile on her face. Can not know why, in this moment, just good little baby girl suddenly cough.

The woman's face changed. The face that had been full of joy turned grim. She reached out her hand and touched the baby girl's forehead, then the hardness of her face fell into the ice.

'is she ill?

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"Here you are. Get her away quickly. Don't infect my baby boy."

The baby girl was shoved back into the arms of the beggar. The gate closed with a bang. Facing the cold gate, the small beggar stood silently in the snow...

"Please, Sir, adopt the baby girl."

"Go, go! I don't have any money. I ask for it."

"Madam, the baby girl is so beautiful. Please adopt her."

"Roll! Dirty devils. You've made my perfumed door stink."

"Don't you want a lovely sister, miss?"

"Ah ~ ~ ~! Mr. Soldier! There's a suspicious kid here! He's selling baby girls everywhere!!"

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Slowly, it was afternoon.

The little beggar had finished eating the loaf of bread and was walking on in the snow. It was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't remember how many doors he had knocked on or how many people had turned him away.

Doesn't anyone want her? The baby girl? Will no one adopt her, take care of her, and bring her up?

The little beggar lowered his head and silently looked at the baby girl in his arms. But this up to now nobody wants the little fellow seem to be not worried at all, see the little beggar to look at her, again let out the sound of purring, laughing.

Take out the tablets and break them. The little beggar bought a small thermos flask from a small shop for a sura and three inels, and another inail for the shopkeeper to fill it with hot water. He put the remaining twenty-five sulla and two inels in a bag and fed the baby girl.

"Oh? Are there two common units of money in this city? Sulla, inel. One sulla is equal to six ennels?"

"To be exact, one sulla equals 6.204 inels."

The little beggar said, the hot water is fed. He lifted his head and poured into his stomach the bitter smell of the powder. The heat sent a shiver through his body.

"Ha ha, are you still quite sensitive to the exchange of currencies?"

"It says on the trading website. Whether you have stolen sulla or inel, you can exchange it or keep it, depending on the exchange value of the day."

The little beggar wiped his mouth, hung the thermos bottle on his waist with a bag, and walked on aimlessly.

"Is that so? Interesting. So how much money did you make that way?"

"Only large volumes are useful. Plus, there's a service charge."

"Ha ha ha, that is to say, your kind of petty theft can not make money in this way? Forget it, don't care about this kind of thing, or hurry up this little girl away is the point. Well, it's getting late, and if you can't get this little girl away, you'll have to look after her another night. Look, what about the mansion in front? That's probably the most luxurious building in the city. Do you think they'll take it?"

The little beggar stopped. In front of him was an estate, the largest in senagne. The high walls and heavy gates all indicate that the people here are very rich. Now that you have the money, you can afford to adopt a baby.

There was a name tag beside the door, but the little beggar could not read, so of course he could not tell what it said. He only dimly knew that it must be inhabited by very powerful people.

Looking at the big iron gate in front of him, the little beggar finally breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed his head. The baby girl in his arms was asleep from the medicine.

At the moment when she was abandoned, it was a matter of great joy not to be looked at by her eyes.

The little beggar went to the iron gate, patted the baby girl and put her down. This time, instead of waiting for the people inside to come out, he chose to leave the baby girl to fend for herself. If the people inside come out and see her, and she shows a cute side and doesn't cough, she could be adopted. If not, the little beggar is not going to pick her up and let her freeze to death.

Put down the baby girl, the little beggar squatted aside, quietly looking at the sleeping face. He reached out again and touched his soft skin, feeling the feeling that had brought him a little warmth. But all this, the three days and two nights of care, now finally ushered in the end...

"............... Goodbye."

The little beggar patted the baby girl's swaddling clothes for the last time and stood up. Even though his mind sneered at him for "saying something meaningless the first time," he calmly raised his hand, pressed the doorbell, and made a quick exit from the door.

The wind, with the snow.

The little beggar crouched in an alley that slanted against the gate, staring at it by the dim light. This was probably his last worry, and by now he was not going to ask himself why he was hiding here and not leaving, but to act irrationally and casually.

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Finally, the door opened.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

"Damn it, some bastard called at suppertime! What snow! His grandmother's."

From the door came the roar, the moment the little beggar's heart, thrown into the ice valley.

The iron door opened, and out came a man of about forty who looked like a servant with a fat face. He came out with three big Wolf dogs in his hand. That dog looks even bigger than a little beggar.

The servant seemed to be in a very bad mood; his mouth trembled, and when he opened the door and looked on either side to see that no one was there, he looked even more angry. Mouth began to live curse father curse mother. The servant did not look down until the three big dogs noticed the baby girl on the steps and roared loudly.

How terrible is the Wolf dog's voice? The owner of the mansion had a bad reputation, and the dogs were certainly not very polite. The baby girl was woken up by the roar of the three dogs. After a series of barks, she finally got scared and began to cry.

The servant cast a sidelong glance at the crying baby girl below. Then he raised his head, looked around to make sure no one was there, and cursed again. "my grandmother's, the bastard left behind by that little bitchy bitch? No wonder they've lost a hundred sulla in a pack just now, when they've all been cursed by bastards howling outside!"

The little beggar turned his head and stopped looking. This is clearly the worst of beginnings, and it is not meant to be a good ending. If he did not leave now, and when the servant left the baby girl, he was afraid that he might be tempted to go up and pick her up again.

"Woof woof!

"Oh? Essalia, medalante, Elizabeth, are you hungry? Good! Look at this little bastard. He's only a few days old. He's fresh. Make do with it. Hey, you bastard, cry my luck away, and I'll let you feed my baby."

Instant, the little beggar just to move the footsteps, instant stopped...