Chapter 719 Grisha, do you still remember the wind and frost in the north?
"Do you want fried fish spicy?"
"Give me some."
Bettys sprinkled some chili powder on the fried fish, then placed it in a paper box that had been prepared long ago, and skillfully closed the four corners loosely - not too tightly, otherwise the fried food would be simmered and lose its crispy texture.
He packed the fried fish in his hand and handed it forward, but the hand that came to catch the fried fish was not steady, and the fried fish box fell to the ground. The lid that was already half-closed popped open, and a lot of fried fish fell to the ground.
"Oh, sorry!" Betty was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to apologize. The fried fish shop was short of staff. Her two employees had gone to the North, and she was the only one busy.
She was so busy that she was dizzy, repeating the action of frying fish. She seemed to have turned into a machine and became numb.
But when she raised her head and looked at the other person, she was suddenly stunned.
He was a boy who was younger than her, but his expression had long lost its childishness. In this world, children always grow up very quickly. If they don't become adults early, they may never grow up.
But what stunned Bettys was the boy's right hand.
The hand had been amputated at the root long ago, and now it was replaced by a delicate steel prosthesis.
The prosthetic limbs produced by Castel may be exquisite in shape, but they are far from reaching the level of the Mechanical Temple. Not to mention replacing the original hands, it is difficult to even maintain basic life with them.
The example just now is that the boy had obviously gotten used to his prosthetic limbs, but he still couldn't catch the food box that was handed to him.
Betty stood there blankly, and it took her a while to realize what had happened. An indescribable emotion was stuck in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She should have looked up at least.
She wiped her hands on her apron somewhat helplessly, opened the side panel, and ran out to help the boy pick it up, only to find that the fried fish had been scattered all over the floor and was covered in mud.
But what made her even more heartbroken was that she saw the boy's wooden legs - he had even lost his legs.
Betty bit her lip, lowered her head and ran back to the counter: "Wait a minute, I'll fry another one for you!"
"It's okay, no need." The boy's tone was gentle. He turned over the food box on the ground, picked up the fried fish on the ground, blew off the dirt on it, put it into his mouth, and started eating.
"Oh! You, you don't want to eat these, they are dirty. I will fry some more for you and give them to you. It won't cost you anything!"
Betty was so anxious that she almost cried. She wanted to run around the counter, but also wanted to reach out to stop them. She didn't know what to do while holding the basket of fried fish.
"It's okay, I'm in good health and won't get sick just because I eat some dirt." The boy put another piece of fried fish into his mouth, squinted his eyes, and showed a satisfied expression.
"When we were in the North, sometimes when we couldn't eat, we'd just stuff snow into our stomachs. When we were really hungry, we'd even stuff dirt into our stomachs. Who could have imagined we'd be eating such delicious fried fish? If something this delicious would make us sick, we'd all be dead long ago."
The boy's tone was gentle, not at all like he came from a bitterly cold land filled with wind and snow. His voice seemed to have a magical power that calmed Bettys down a lot.
"Are you a refugee from the North?" Bettys's eyes swept across the boy's simple clothes, and suddenly she saw a shiny medal.
That's the Imperial Medal of Truth, which is generally only awarded to the Crusaders. The boy in front of him is obviously not old enough to be recruited into the Crusaders. So what kind of merits did he have to be awarded this medal?
"Sorry!" Betty lowered her head in embarrassment. "Are you from the Resistance?"
"Yes, I fought for a long time with Lord Gwen, and then secretly ran to the North and followed the expeditionary force to liberate the North. This was actually an accident." The boy scratched his head shyly.
"Grisha, have you bought the fried fish? We have to report to the customs first!" Someone shouted from a distance.
Grisha quickly responded and said goodbye to Betty: "See you next time. By the way, the fried fish is delicious."
"Wait a minute, your fried fish!"
"I've already eaten it." Grisha smiled and turned to leave, but Bettys didn't agree with him. She was stubborn and very proactive, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to open a fried fish shop with just a few friends.
She stuffed the fried fish into the box, stepped on the box as a stepping stone, and stepped directly onto the counter.
He climbed out from the counter and ran after me, holding the box of fried fish.
"Where are you going? I'll lead the way!"
Grisha was startled, and several of his comrades around him started to make a noise:
"Didn't you go to buy fried fish? Why did you bring someone back?"
"Grisha, are you buying fried fish without paying?"
"Are we a bit redundant? How about we step aside for now?"
Bettys stuffed the fried fish into Grisha's arms, and Grisha hurriedly caught it in a panic. When he looked up, he found that the short girl was already with her hands on her hips, glaring at the others.
"You guys want to go to customs? Can you find it without me showing you the way?"
"What's wrong with that? We are all from Blood Harbor!" Several people nearby said with a grin.
"Oh, then what do you say that is?" Bettys pointed casually to a tall building next to her.
"Isn't that a fish market over there? Uh?" an expeditionary soldier answered casually, but when he looked carefully, he became unsure.
When he was here before, this was indeed a fish market, but it was just a bungalow at that time, but now it has become a multi-story building.
"What's that tall tower over there? And what about this gray, square-shaped building? Do you recognize it?"
Bettys randomly pointed at a few buildings, leaving the expeditionary forces speechless and scratching their heads.
"This place is close to the station, and you seem to have just returned. I remember the expeditionary force's rotation took a long time. Blood Harbor has changed a lot since you were away. Now tell me, who are the locals?"
Several people began to sweat on their foreheads.
Betty looked at the hesitant expressions of the others and nodded with satisfaction: "Tell me where you want to go, I will lead the way for you."
"We need to report to the customs and register with the secret society."
Betty nodded, turned around and led the way. Several expeditionary forces hesitated, but Grisha looked at them with amusement and followed with the fried fish in his arms.
Several expeditionary forces looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then followed behind.
Grisha's artificial leg made a crisp clattering sound when it stepped on the ground. Bettys glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and slowed down her pace.
"First time in Blood Harbor?"
"No, I've been to Blood Harbor once before, and even to Castel, but" Grisha shook his head, "I sneaked back."
(End of this chapter)
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