Yu Xunge's heart softened, and his voice also softened a bit: "How can you be sure that I am a big shot?"
Little Machi affirmed: "Because you will go to the battlefield on behalf of your world. I know that's how those royal families came from." And it has only been a short time since Zelan invaded Blue Star, and Lacroix has the qualifications. She will definitely become a big figure like Mist Blade Moon Emperor.
Yu Xunge didn't dwell on this question any more. She smiled and asked, "Then what do you want?"
Little Machi became reserved again. She looked into Yu Xunge's eyes, her eyes dodging, as if she didn't dare to look at her, but didn't want to miss her reaction. Yu Xunge waited patiently for a long time. She heard Little Machi whisper: "I want to be a noble. When you become the ruler of your world, you let me become a noble of your world."
Yu Xunge's expression didn't change at all. There was no disdain, no ridicule, and not even surprise in her eyes. Little Machi even saw some pity and tolerance in Yu Xunge's eyes.
She was not surprised at little Machi's wish, nor would she look down on her for it.
As early as when little Machi "tipped" and sold the news to her, Yu Xunge noticed little Machi's disgust for the spiritual rich and powerful, but sometimes disgust is a synonym for yearning.
Little Machi seemed to be encouraged, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and her slightly trembling voice gradually became firm.
——"I want to become a nobleman who is high above everyone else. Even if I can't do anything and am a waste, I can still own something beautiful."
——"I don't want to buy a house in the slums at all! But I dare not buy a better place, I don't deserve it."
——"Hufflepuff always tells me that I'm wrong, that every elf deserves a beautiful thing. She always consoles me by saying that she used to be a slave girl, but now, even the elf lord dares not look down on her. But she doesn't know... when many big shots come to the store to buy things, they will secretly laugh at her when she's not around, saying that Hufflepuff has not forgotten her father, that she has become a master alchemist, and that she still takes in slave girls as apprentices."
- "I'm a stain! I'm Hufflepuff's stain."
——"I want to be a noble, no matter where I am from. I want to be Lord Machi. I don't care what race you are. As long as you promise me, I will give you the Tomb of the World."
By the end, her forced maturity and composure could no longer be maintained, and she burst into tears with her mouth open like a real child. Her tears fell drop by drop on the old wooden table, and her snot flowed down her face.
Yu Xunge did not try to comfort little Machi, it was useless. Tulan, who was squatting on the table beside her, had a confused expression, and it was obvious that she did not understand what was so worthy of concern.
Hufflepuff regards her time as a slave girl as a stage in her life. She looks at her past self as if she were looking at unprocessed potion materials. She thinks processing potions is very interesting. Similarly, she also thinks that her growth from a slave girl to a master alchemist is something she should be proud of, and a legendary life that others cannot replicate.
But little March was different. She regarded this as a stain. She believed that being born a slave girl was a stain, and thus she also believed that she was Hufflepuff's stain.
Based on Yu Xunge's initial understanding of Hufflepuff, she was probably afraid that Hufflepuff still felt that this was a common point between her and little March, and a kind of fate.
If the story of Hufflepuff and little March's meeting had been more exciting and special, perhaps Hufflepuff would have thought it was a fateful miracle.
But Hufflepuff should know that little March had a knot in her heart about this incident. Otherwise, when Hufflepuff wrote her autobiography, she would have included the story of her meeting little March.
Yu Xunge took out tissues to wipe away little Machi's tears. He wiped one after another, and the piled up tissues formed a small mountain. It seemed that it could at least make two bowls of wontons. Little Machi finally cried out the grievances and anger that had been pent up for a long time and had nowhere to express.
At this time, Yu Xunge whispered:
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