Søren quietly returned home.
Vivian was still sleeping peacefully on the bed with a faint smile on her face. However, she seemed to have dreamt of something bad as a look of horror appeared on her face. "Big Brother!" she murmured in her sleep. Don't go! Don't leave me! Don't!
Don't!
Don't catch me! You're all bad people! Don't!
"Heath … Bite them! Bite them! "
"Wuwuwu."
"Heath … what's wrong? Don't scare me … "
Vivian's small hands waved wildly. Her eyes were still closed, but her thin arms seemed to be hugging something.
Søren, who was about to change out of his bloodstained clothes, quickly walked over and gently patted the little girl's back. But he seemed to have touched something, and a look of pain appeared on Vivian's small face. Søren quickly lifted her clothes and immediately saw a purplish bruise on the little girl's back that was gradually turning black. It was a scar left behind by someone who had beaten her with a stick. The clotted blood was slowly turning black because it couldn't be dissolved.
In an instant!
Søren's face became extremely gloomy, and a strong murderous intent burst out from his eyes.
He gently caressed Vivian's cheeks and carefully put down the clothes. He murmured, "Silly girl!"
"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"
It was such a serious injury.
She was able to resist telling him all this time because she didn't want him to worry.
The clotted blood on her back had already turned black, and it seemed like she had been injured for quite some time. The little girl was able to endure her injuries and take care of him for such a long time. Søren couldn't help but tear up when he thought of this. It was a warm feeling that he had never felt before. The benefits of the Galactic Era were so good that he didn't need parents or children to support him. Things like family were very familiar yet strange to him!
But from this little girl in front of him, he could feel a warm current in his heart.
He was a person who went with the flow.
Everything that had happened in the past half a month had already made him deeply attached to the little girl in front of him. He didn't miss the lonely life he had in the past.
"It's okay."
"It will be better tomorrow."
Soran gently stroked Vivian's little head, comforting her as she was having a nightmare. He whispered, "I'll get you a healing potion tomorrow. This kind of injury won't be a problem. There won't be any scars left."
Vivian gradually calmed down.
Søren stood up and took off his clothes, revealing his lean and muscular body. He threw the blood-stained clothes onto the stove and looked at the scars on his body in silence. Come to think of it, Søren must have had a hard time in the past. It was almost impossible for a young boy to raise a three-year-old sister through normal means.
He had fought before, and he had killed before!
A young man who was only eighteen years old had dozens of scars on his body. It was unknown how many times he had escaped death.
These scars were all from street fights, and there were also whip scars from being caught stealing.
Although he was just an ordinary young man, everything he had experienced was probably more vicissitudes than many professional adventurers!
A weak firelight appeared.
Søren changed into a clean set of clothes. Vivian was a very diligent girl. Although she was only eight years old, she would always do something within her ability.
The house was always clean and tidy, and the clothes were always neatly folded.
Soran reached out and touched his cheek. He could feel the handsome outline of his face, and his ears were sharper than the average person's. Since Soran's father was a half-elf with one-fourth blood, he should also have one-eighth elven blood in him. This was also why he was more agile than ordinary people. The dexterity of the elves was almost innate.
The darkness couldn't block Søren's vision!
Almost all half-elves had night vision to a certain extent. They were the best assassins in the dark.
"His foundation is not bad."
Søren stretched his wrist, and the dagger danced at his fingertips, drawing a cold light. "Although he doesn't have a professional hero template, and there's no way to redistribute his attributes, his overall quality is better than most."
"His only weakness is his Strength."
"An ordinary person's Strength is around 10 points, and 12 points of Strength is about the same as the workers at the docks."
"He probably didn't deliberately train, and has always been facing everything with his skills!"
"His Dexterity is very high!"
"But if he hasn't received proper combat training, Dexterity is not as useful as Strength."
"At least his Strength can defeat his opponents directly!"
Søren switched the dagger to his other hand, and the dagger danced so fast that it almost turned into a blur. His left hand was very agile, and even stronger than his right hand.
This was an innate talent!
If he could train a little, he could master the ability to use two weapons. It was a very good combat ability.
"I need Experience to improve my strength."
Søren's figure gradually became hazy in the darkness. He whispered, "It seems like there are no quests, so there are fewer ways to gain Experience."
"But I'm sure we can still gain experience from killing."
"I don't know."
"Can the Thief profession's Lockpicking and Disarming skills give Experience?"
Killing Experience.
This was the highest level of Experience, and it could be distributed to all professions, subclasses, and Profession Change Templates!
As for the Thief profession's Lockpicking and Disarming skills, it was a lower level Experience, and could only be distributed to increase the Thief's level.
The same applied to the Wizard profession's Experience Points for copying Arcane Scrolls.
It wasn't easy to gain EXP in 'Clash of the Titans'. Killing monsters alone wouldn't yield much EXP. Sometimes, a Legendary adventurer's target might be an adult Dragon or a Lich, but the EXP gained would only amount to a few tens of thousands. It was barely enough to raise one's class level or two. When Søren became a Legendary-level Thief, it took him several years to kill three Dragons and six Liches.
Only one-third of the teams that had cooperated with him along the way had survived!
The rest were forced to enter the River Styx.
"Omnipotent Hands."
Søren's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice, "I don't know when I'll be able to recover from the weakness of my resurrection. If I can regain the Omnipotent Hands, my strength will increase tremendously!"
The night was getting darker.
Søren put away his dagger and placed it in a place where he could reach it at any time. He then carefully climbed into bed.
Vivian's small body unconsciously squeezed into his embrace, and she mumbled in her sleep as she hugged his arm with her slender arms.
The night passed.
Søren was awakened by a slight movement. Vivian tilted her head and looked at him for a while, and then a sweet smile appeared on her face.
She carefully climbed out of bed. Because she touched the wound on her back, her small face couldn't help but reveal a trace of pain. Then she bent over to wear her worn-out cloth shoes, picked up the broom and began to sweep the room, wiping the simple and crude furniture. When she saw the bloodstains on the floor, her face showed a trace of fear. She quickly ran over to Søren and lifted the blanket. After making sure that Søren was not injured, she patted her chest and wiped the blood off with a cloth.
As long as Søren was not injured and bleeding, she did not care about anything else.
When she was very young, Søren once fought with a group of older children over a silver derahl that he picked up.
Solon was surrounded and kicked by a group of older children. She hid in a corner and cried. She was too young to have any strength. In the end, she mustered up all her courage and picked up a stone and threw it at the leader of the group. The angry older child slapped her in the face. Her face immediately swelled up, and one of her baby teeth was knocked out.
She still remembered the situation even though she was very young at the time.
Sauron, who had been holding his head and silently taking the beating, suddenly pounced on the older child like a wild beast and bit his ear. Sauron looked at her and seemed to have lost his mind after she fell to the ground. Sauron, who was originally holding his head and silently taking a beating, suddenly pounced on the older child like a wild beast and bit his ear.
The bloody ear was bitten off!
Søren's eyes were bloodshot. He picked up a stone and smashed it on the younger child's head until it bled. The frightened Vivian rushed over and held him back. Only then did the older child not die on the spot.
Although he still died in the end.
When the body was found, it was already many days later. It floated in the muddy ditch outside the slums, and its original appearance could no longer be recognized.
It was not easy for them to live. They had nothing but each other.
Vivian did not care whether Søren was a thief, whether he had committed a crime, or whether he had killed someone. She was willing to bear half of all the sins that Søren had committed.
…
Vivian carefully cleaned the room.
When she saw the empty rice bag, a trace of worry appeared on her face. She then said to herself, "Brother has woken up.
Soon it will be full of rice! "
She believed in Søren. It was an unconditional trust!
She had been hungry before. There was even a period of time when she was often hungry. But her brother had never let her down. Even when she ate the food that was stained with her brother's blood, she still felt very uncomfortable.
But she still believed that as long as her brother was here, everything would be fine.
Yes.
Everything would be fine.
Thus, she quickly let go of this little worry. She softly hummed a tuneless ballad and cleaned everything in the room.
Søren slowly got up.
He put on the old clothes that had been washed gray. He reached out his hand and lovingly patted Vivian's head. He whispered, "Be a good girl and stay at home today."
"In two days, we will move to the city."
Vivian gently nodded. Her face showed a trace of joy. She did not think about how difficult it would be to move from the slums to the city.
It would require a lot of money and the identity of a free person.
She believed in Søren.
Because Søren could always do what he said.
Even if he couldn't do it, it was not Søren's fault. It was because there were too many bad people in this world.
The first rays of the morning sun shone on this inconspicuous old hut.
Søren used a dagger to slice the black bread that was as hard as a stick after last night into pieces of bread of different sizes. Vivian tip-toed on the stool to take the cooked rice porridge. Because she was too weak, her body was a little shaky. Søren smiled and supported her. He reached out to take the old pot.
The little girl raised her head. Her white face smiled sweetly at him under the sunlight, revealing two shallow dimples.
Everything was so beautiful!
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