The Girls Are All Coveting Me-Chapter 131 - 102: Mother Tree, We’ve Come to Take You Home
"Ah!"
A cry of pain.
The guard immediately thought to retaliate.
But Chloe pulled Abigail behind her.
No matter what situation Abigail was in reality, his pride couldn’t allow a little girl of several years old to get hurt because of him.
However, Abigail was still furious.
She glared at the other party with angry eyes as if she wished she could pounce and bite again.
"Alright, stop bullying that child."
A noblewoman in the carriage, tired of it, cast a spell to heal the wounds of those around.
Chloe lifted her head to look at the lady.
Poof.
So large.
Looking up, she couldn’t see the face at all.
No wonder some children are face-blind.
Feelings are like a mountain blocking the view.
"Child, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you."
The noblewoman squatted down, not minding how dirty the two were, and wiped Abigail’s tearful eyes, who was biting her lip.
She gently had the maid bring a purse and took out two silver coins, placing them in his and Abigail’s hands.
Chloe froze.
A flash of fear crossed her eyes.
At this moment, it was just like that moment.
No.
What is this about?
I don’t understand.
Is there something wrong with my memory?
He looked up and observed the surroundings.
Soon, he saw in a corner a beggar staring at him and Abigail with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
——One of the beggars he had robbed before.
He remained silent for a long time.
Is this the shadow of history?
Entering it, there will always be various reasons that make you choose to walk the same path.
It was like that before.
And it will be like this in the future.
He immediately snatched the silver coins from Abigail’s hand and stuffed them into the noblewoman’s hand.
The noblewoman was surprised:
"Child, this money is enough for you two to live a stable life for a while."
"Taking this money, then we won’t have a stable life, ma’am, the slums are not far away."
"Are you afraid of being robbed?"
"No, I’m afraid of dying."
"But it’s only 2 silver coins here." The noblewoman couldn’t believe it, "Even an average family could stretch it for more than half a month."
"But beggars might starve to death without ever having used such an amount of money; that’s the reality."
That night.
Under the rain tarp.
Chloe closed her eyes with a sigh.
Outside the alley, where a group of beggars lurked, a slightly chubby child rubbed his hands, nodding and bowing to a slave handler:
"Sir, please believe me, my two companions will surely satisfy you."
"Compared to the batch from half a year ago?" A slave trader with a greasy face sneered.
The merchandise from half a year ago was sold at a good price.
It even got him connected with a certain noble.
They were very satisfied with his goods, of course, outwardly calling them adopted daughters.
But everyone knows what was happening in reality.
The boy from the beggar gang said respectfully:
"Not in the same class, sir, remember to pay after you get them."
"Get what? News of your death?"
A cold voice from Chloe came from the shadows.
The two were startled.
But in the next moment, the slave trader fell directly.
A sharpened iron fork pierced through his neck.
He pulled out the iron fork and nonchalantly walked to the front of the other party.
The boy showed a look of fear.
"Wh-What are you going to do."
Drip.
...
"Ah, it’s going to rain."
Chloe looked up at the sky, which had started to rain.
"So, why are you all forcing me?"
The heavy rain poured down, and the cold wind howled.
In the corner, Abigail covered her mouth in fear, not making a sound.
Chloe sighed softly.
Was this scene too much stimulation for the children?
He picked up Abigail, whose body was soft.
The sound of wind and rain was incessant in his ears.
The girl tried hard to pull up the cloak placed over her body to prevent him from getting wet by the rain.
It worked a little.
Unfortunately, it could only protect the head.
Comment: Futile effort
Then a warm raindrop fell onto his neck.
"Crying again?"
Chloe sighed.
"Brother, have you always lived like this?"
Abigail’s voice was somewhat distorted because of the sobs.
Chloe didn’t speak, just carried her towards that [home].
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
A warm light spread from Abigail, shielding him from the rain.
He sighed again.
Just like in the memory?
He suddenly became a bit irritable.
This historical shadow of the groove.
The slums of the trench.
The slave traders of the trench.
The class of the trench.
"Abigail, are you scared?"
The girl held Chloe’s neck tightly from behind.
"With brother here, I’m not afraid."
"Be honest."
"I, I am a little scared, but with brother holding me, I’m not so afraid."
"Abigail, you are too weak now, you have no power to choose, only the fate of being chosen."
"I know."
Warm raindrops continuously fell on Chloe’s neck, then were blown cold by the wind.
They finally returned to the shelter.
After struggling to light trash with found matches, they seemed to have finally found a place to stay.
Chloe suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.
This cold rainy night, looking outside, dark and ominous, as if countless twisted hands were ready to reach for him at any moment.
And here...
There was no Victor.
He missed him a bit.
"Abigail, leave the slums, you can’t survive here."
"Brother, are you abandoning me?"
"No, but not now."
"But I don’t want to leave you."
"Listen to me, I can’t protect you now."
Abigail wiped her face, her eyes still red and swollen.
She tried to prove by not crying that she wouldn’t be a burden.
But Chloe said fiercely:
"Listen, we will see each other again."
Abigail buried her head in her knees, gently took out a bracelet made of grass roots from her arms.
She clumsily put the bracelet on Chloe and said:
"Then, it’s a promise, brother."
The next day.
Chloe took Abigail to the river.
The rivers of the Heroic Era, untainted by the pollution of the industrial age.
The river washed away the dirt in the girl’s hair.
He took a shabby little dress he found and put it on her.
"Do you see that carriage? Last time, that lady, go find her, then follow her."
"Brother."
"Hmm."
"We will meet again."
...
On the carriage:
Abigail quietly watched Chloe walking into the shadows.
The lady in the carriage sighed and said:
"Don’t want to leave him?"
"Hmm, can you adopt my brother?"
"According to imperial law, our family’s title can only have one adopted son or daughter, that child should know..."
The beastman female knight beside sighed and said:
"That child, doesn’t seem like someone from the slums."
The lady of the house sighed and said:
"Indeed he doesn’t, there’s an unextinguishable hope in his eyes."
She looked at Abigail and asked:
"Did he never teach you to steal or to deceive?"
Abigail bit her lip and said:
"No, he wouldn’t let me steal."
"What did he say?"
"He said not to learn from me when you grow up."
Later Lady Stuart learned, Chloe never bought himself a decent piece of clothing.
With money, he would buy things like snowflake sugar that Abigail liked to eat.
It was all food she loved.
The second day after leaving Chloe.
Dressed prettily, Abigail sat by the window, staring blankly in the direction of the city.
Lady Stuart ruffled her hair and said:
"Want to see him?"
"Can I?"
Lady Stuart didn’t speak.
She just asked the beastman female knight to find Chloe.
The knight Hill searched for a long time before finding Chloe in a corner of the slums.
She spoke her purpose directly, and asked:
"Do you want to see your sister?"
"I don’t want to see her."
"What if the lady has already brought her over? Are you willing to see her?"
"No."
"Child, listen to me, the Stuart Family is not the nobility here.
We will leave here tomorrow, going far away.
Once we leave, you won’t see her again for 10 years.
Aren’t you afraid she’ll forget you?"
Chloe said calmly, "If she forgets, she forgets."
The knight sighed long and said, "Will you forget her?"
Chloe shook his head.
He had made a promise with Abigail.
"May the world bless you, child."
That female knight crouched down, took off a badge, and pinned it on him.
On the badge, the golden wings of a little elf were dazzling and exquisite.
...
On the carriage.
The figures of the noblewoman and the beastman female knight gradually blurred.
The figures continuously shrank, eventually transforming into fairy forms.
"Lord Mother Tree, we have come to take you home."
Abigail looked up in confusion:
"Mother Tree, what is it?"
"You will know."
