"The imperial warriors are all at the front line, right? Are you?" asked an old man.

The girl shook her head vigorously: "I don't know anything, don't ask me." It belonged to the warrior, Alesia's sister, and she was just an ordinary person. She brought these things this time just to give them to her sister.

Deputy Commander of the Royal Knights, "Golden Wheel", Elena.

Alesia ran out of the car, clutching her sister's belongings. She was confused. The little note she had prepared had been lost, and she had no idea how to get to her sister's residence. The girl stamped her foot anxiously.

She took out the gold coins her sister had sent her, but had no idea where to get a taxi.

The elder sister is very honest, and most of the money she saved from her frugal life is spent on helping her younger sister go to school. Now it is her arrangement that Alesia comes to the capital to go to school.

"Snap." Two hands were placed on her eyes.

Alesia hurriedly squeezed the gold coins tightly in her palm: "I don't have any money!"

"Guess who I am." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

Alesia shivered like a frozen quail: "Sir Robber, I really don't have any money. This money belongs to my sister, and I want to return it to her."

"Who asked you to return it?" After taking her hand away, Alesia saw the pair of black gauntlets.

The slender fingers must belong to a woman, and there are wrist guards on the wrists.

"elder sister?"

Elena gave her a brain-melt: "You don't even recognize me, what an idiot, you, you, you are just stupid, let's go, my car is outside."

Alesia handed over the thing she was hugging: "Mom said you left it at home."

"No way, there's no way I'd use this kind of junk. I'm giving it to you."

"Hey!?" She had treated these two things like ancestors all the way, but now she just said she didn't want them anymore.

[The double-open book hasn't been uploaded yet, and I can't find it. I'll update it tomorrow at noon. I'll update it tomorrow with 8,000 words in double-open. Are you happy? (≧◇≦) It seems like no one is here. Alas, to be honest, if this book really had a lot of readers, even if they were trolls, I wouldn't open it in a double-open. But I really can't stand single-player writing. I'm a person who writes books for fun, but even the worst book I've ever written doesn't have that much word count. I'm really uncomfortable. I feel like I'm hanging on a crooked tree, quietly waiting to die. Of course, I won't update anymore, but after the double-open, the quality of this book may improve (because I'll improve my writing level when I review the classics)]