Chapter 111: The Woman Escaping from Disaster I am not a Prostitute
Everyone in the room remained motionless, staring at the wooden door vigilantly.
A voice came from outside the door: "Where did she run to? We must catch her!"
"It seems to be the area on the left!"
As the sound got closer, there was another anxious knock on the door, followed by the trembling sound of someone fiddling with the lock, and the person became more and more hurried.
It was the familiar sound of unlocking that Vifiya was familiar with, but the door had already been locked by them.
The person outside pushed the door eagerly, but the wooden door didn't budge. The person's breathing stopped, and he seemed to be unconvinced. He pushed a few more times and soon realized that the door was locked from the inside.
"You guys! Look over here!" It was a man's voice.
The person outside the door breathed quickly when he heard the sound.
"Please, open the door, save me, please."
The girl's trembling and subtle voice was not clear, but it still reached the ears of Vifiya and the others.
Do you want to open the door?
But they did not come to Hovyalin openly today. If they got into any trouble, how would they explain how they got here? How would they explain how they appeared here out of nowhere in the middle of the night, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears?
Vifiya lowered her eyes. Revealing her and Osa's noble status to everyone in this situation would only bring more trouble.
When a noble from another country quietly enters another country, those who are interested will naturally interpret it more.
The people outside the door couldn't tell whether she would keep her mouth shut about what happened tonight.
Should I take the risk and open the door? Putting aside the fact that this was Sally's house and the girl's behavior of picking the lock was wrong, if they hadn't suddenly appeared here tonight, the girl would have been able to enter the house smoothly.
"Please, please, save me, save me." The girl was shaking uncontrollably. "I don't want to die."
The hesitation lasted only a moment. Vifia raised her head and her eyes met Osa's. Both of their eyes conveyed the same message.
Isidore, whose attention had been on her, understood. He took out several robes from the magic circle, threw them to Kaharun and the other two, and then put them on Vifiya before putting them on himself.
Osa quickly put on her hood, hiding her pupils and hair color, leaving only her chin slightly exposed.
Kaharun took a few steps forward to open the door, but Osa grabbed his arm and she passed him and went towards the door.
Hadn't they already seen Iskanar's harshness towards women?
The girl outside the door is in despair.
Osa opened the door quickly, leaving a gap big enough for one person to enter and exit, and pulled the girl in.
The hand was unexpectedly thin, and the rough, thin cloth carried the chill of falling snowflakes.
The girl was frightened by the sudden movement. Although the hand that grabbed her didn't use much force, it still touched her wound. She gritted her teeth and held back from screaming.
She heard the sound of the door being locked again, and her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, subconsciously looked at the person who held her hand.
Could it be another misfortune? The girl wasn't sure. If they were willing to let her in, could they be good people? It couldn't be worse than being caught by the city patrol officer.
Her heart was in turmoil as she caught sight of a man in a robe. A man? Her heart skipped a beat, her pupils constricted, her breathing stagnated. She subconsciously tried to shake off the man's hand, but her mind stopped her. This man had helped her, so she shouldn't be disrespectful.
In her sight, the man seemed to have slightly tilted his head, and the candlelight from another place quickly swept across half of the man's face under the hood. At just one glance, the girl recognized that it was the face of a girl.
Seeing that she had stood firm, Osha let go of her hand and returned to Vifiya and the others.
The girl's gaze followed her figure and looked at the people in front.
Silence tugged at the darkness.
Suddenly, a shout came from outside the door: "What's going on?"
The girl shuddered violently, with fear on her face. She didn't care about Vifiya and the others. She looked around and walked quickly to the dark place.
"Didn't you say you were coming this way?"
The girl trembled all over and covered her mouth tightly to prevent her rapid breathing from attracting the patrol officer outside the door. It seemed that the further she moved away from the wooden door, the safer she would be.
"Are your legs just for show? You can't even catch a whore!" The voice outside paused, "Forget it, let's go see if there's anyone else. She's lucky today, but I'll definitely catch her next time I see her."
The girl tried her best to suppress her fear which was magnified infinitely, and listened carefully to the footsteps outside the door gradually fading away.
Even though she could no longer hear the sound, the girl still kept her body tense and didn't dare to relax. After an unknown amount of time, she just released her strength a little, and fatigue swept over her body. She collapsed on the ground, and the sound of her heavy breathing was particularly obvious in the quiet night.
There is no moon or stars in the night of Hovyalin, and time seems to have become a kind of hope here.
The girl tried to steady her breathing and looked at the person who let her in.
From the moment she came in, the group of people didn't say a word, nor did they make any statement or move. For some reason, their uneasy hearts were slightly relieved because of this.
It didn't matter who they were, where they came from, or why they were here. What mattered was that they saved her.
She supported herself on the ground with her hands and tried to stand up, but due to excessive running and long-term fear, her body was already weak even with just a little relaxation.
After trying several times, she still couldn't stand up. She could only sit and bow to them, her voice hoarse, as if time had poked several holes in this young girl's vocal cords: "Thank you."
Vifiya's eyes hidden under the hood were complicated. She observed the girl silently. She was not in good condition. Even in the dim corner, her thinness could be seen.
She hugged herself with her hands, fear still visible on her face.
"I..." The girl's voice was weak and empty, and her expression was struggling. She spoke hesitantly, "I'm not a dangerous person, and I'm not a prostitute."
As if to reassure Vifiya and the others, she continued, "They arrested me because I stayed outside at night."
"I don't hide here often. I only...only..." Her eyes were empty and her voice was getting lower and lower. "I only come here when I really can't hide anymore."
"I swear to the goddess, I didn't touch anything here."
No matter why these people were here, this was the only way she could prove her harmlessness. The girl clenched the rough linen that hurt her.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at them again, as if if she couldn't see them, they would ignore her.
Vifiya listened quietly to the girl's words and her faintly visible tiny movements in the corner.
She was like a dried-up lake, scorched by the scorching sun, with her insides turned over piece by piece and shattered all over the ground.
She had no ill intentions, she only felt fear, confusion, and emptiness.
A hollow void, an endless void, a void without hope, a void like the abyss of the quicksand.
It only takes a little bit of the emotions you’ve experienced to easily glimpse the whole picture.
It is undeniable that Vifiya softened her heart. The omnipresent emptiness and the emptiness of losing hope are far more terrifying than despair.
She shouldn't meddle in other people's business, not only for her own sake, but also for her friends around her.
Noticing the change in Vifia's mood, Kaharun, who had originally wanted to confirm their identity as travelers, took two steps closer and handed her the suitcase that he had taken out of the magic circle before the girl came in.
Vifia was stunned, her eyes moved up from the suitcase in her sight, it was Kaharun, she looked at her friends around her, the hoods covered their expressions, but she could still understand what they meant accurately.
A blood vessel somewhere in the heart that had stopped beating suddenly jumped violently, pulling at the nerves deep in the brain, and with a "buzz" sound, it disappeared quickly.
Vifia took the suitcase handed to her by Kaharun, squatted down to open it, and took out the dried meat strips, sugar cakes, and a new leather water bag that Leticia had prepared for them in the Dukedom of Haihefu.
She stood up and walked towards the girl. Isidore followed her with the candle. Kaharun picked up the locked suitcase and stood again.
The girl heard the sounds in her ears clearly. She didn't know what they were looking for or what they wanted to do. She still refused to look up. As long as... as long as they didn't kill her, it would be fine...
Now, she just wants to live, just living is enough.
The footsteps were getting closer, and she no longer had the strength to resist. What if they really did something to her? Would they demand her body as compensation? Or would they regret it and drive her out and hand her back to the city patrol?
When she thought of the consequences of being handed over to the city patrol officer, her tense nerves suddenly disappeared, and the girl's mind was strangely empty and blank.
The footsteps got closer and closer, then disappeared, and what appeared before her eyes was food.
The girl didn't move, like a sculpture.
Vifiya lowered her eyes to look at her, and with the candlelight brought by Isidore, she could see the girl's appearance clearly.
Her face and any visible skin were covered in bruises and wounds. Her clothes, though torn, were fortunately clean. Her feet were covered in frostbite and countless abrasions.
Her clothes were still too thin for the snowy weather.
Seeing that she still lowered her head and didn't take it, she gently placed the thing on the ground where she could reach it with just her hand. She took several steps back before turning around and walking towards her friends.
The girl's blank mind gradually came back to life, and her empty eyes slowly focused. It was clean food that she had not seen for a long time. Her body swallowed the non-existent saliva without her permission.
She slowly stretched out her hand, and the slightly cool touch on her skin was not an illusion.
The feeling of food entering the stomach, the feeling of water sliding across the tongue, the girl puffed out her cheeks and swallowed it all with the salty taste of her hot tears.
So her tears hadn't dried yet? It turned out that during that rumor, after that expulsion, her tears were still there.
She suddenly felt fortunate that she still had the ability to cry.
The girl ate hurriedly but not rudely.
She didn't eat much, so she stopped, put her things back, wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, and the tear marks on her face were crystal clear, silently caressing the wounds and bruises on her face.
She raised her head.
"My name is North."
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