Chapter 98: Explosive! Brother and sister are in trouble. At the age of twelve. As the years go by...
Twelve years old. As he got older, this body became weaker.
Even with Remiel's careful care, I could still feel myself getting weaker day by day.
Remiel was the most anxious person about this.
During this period of time, I stopped pushing the progress and instead settled down, waiting for Remiel to come home every day.
As soon as he entered the house, Remiel looked at the stove. I wiped the dust off my face, turned around and called out, "Brother, the meal will be ready soon. Please sit down and wait for a while."
"Why did you get out of bed? Aren't you still not well?"
"It's just cooking. It won't take long." Remiel said to me gently. I reached out and touched the bruise on his arm. Was my brother bullied today? No, I fell down accidentally. His eyes wandered for a moment, and then he showed a bright smile. I went to the port to move goods and earned a lot of money today. I bought delicious meat for our little Mia. Let's eat bread with meat today, and eat white bread. He said this excitedly, took out half a palm-sized white bread and a small piece of meat from his arms, and smiled at me: "I'll heat it up now, and when it's hot, we'll celebrate Mia's birthday!"
"When is your brother's birthday?"
"Brother can live with Mia."
We were in a shabby little wooden house, sharing a bite of bread with meat in it. It was like sharing the king's wine and golden goose. The indescribable aroma filled my lips and teeth, and Remiel always asked me to take one more bite. It was like his bottom line, always taking a step back and giving more to others.
And I, this body, and this existence as a younger sister are the termites that devour his flesh and blood.
The boy was like a bamboo pole, tall and too thin, and one could almost see the blue blood vessels under the skin on the back of his hand. All the excess nutrients were absorbed by his sister on the sickbed, and he grew into a pale and fragile flower.
I touched his cheek and couldn't help sighing: "You are too thin, you should eat more."
"I'm full."
Remiel insisted, stuffing the last bite into my mouth.
"If it's a nice day tomorrow, we'll go to the market. You keep your hood on, okay?"
This was the first time I heard Remiel allow me to go out. It seemed to be his gift to my sister for her twelfth birthday. The coolness of late autumn poured in from the window and penetrated our skin. We changed into thicker blankets. Remiel started to sleep on the floor.
It's partly because of age, and partly because the bed can no longer accommodate both of us.
He tucked the quilt in for me. The moonlight shone sparsely on his face and the boy smiled at me.
"Goodnight, Mia."
I blinked my eyes gently: "Good night, brother."
*
The market that Remier mentioned is located on the edge of the slums. The buyers include both people from the slums and people from the city. In short, it is a place where dragons and dragons mix together. If you want to pick good things here, it will undoubtedly test your eyesight and hands, and the most important thing is the ability to do things.
Remiel has been making a living here since he was a child, and he is already very familiar with this. But this time, because I was traveling with him, he was extremely vigilant and didn't allow even a fly to get close to us.
Even so, we - or more precisely, he - ran into someone we knew.
The woman standing in front of the truck looked at us with interest, then waved to Remiel. She was wearing leather armor, had tan skin, a fit body, and looked like she could strangle ten of me with one hand.
Remiel sighed and whispered to me, "Stand here and don't move. I'll be back soon."
After that, he walked towards the other party with a bright smile on his face. I stood there obediently, looking at the goods on the stall idly. As I was looking, I suddenly saw a mirror.
I had never seen this body before, and upon closer inspection it was indeed very similar to Remiel.
Her light blond hair was curled and hung on her shoulders, and her sea-blue eyes were full of curiosity. Since she seldom went out and was spoiled by her brother, her skin was pale and bloodless, which added to her weak and sickly temperament.
It was indeed the face I saw in Remiel’s memories.
"Little girl, why don't you try this mirror? It's a good product. It can make people look bright and clear."
Seeing that I was interested, the stall owner immediately began to sell me the mirror with all his might. He praised the mirror to the heavens and the earth. I just treated it as a joke and listened to his boasting quietly.
As I was listening, a panicked expression suddenly appeared on the stall owner's face, and a careless voice came from behind me.
"Where did this girl come from? The market is not a place for young girls to just come."
I turned around and saw a strong man at least 1.9 meters tall with his arms folded, his eyes wandering towards me wantonly. There were two or three other men of similar height standing beside him, with tattoos on their arms, looking like they were not to be trifled with.
The stall owners on both sides subconsciously shrank back when they saw this, their eyes watching their noses and their noses watching their hearts. One look at this posture and you can tell that he is definitely a street bully.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, he laughed loudly and said, "Luckily you met a few of us today, otherwise it would be very dangerous for a girl like you to be here. Do you want us to open your eyes? Apart from anything else, as long as you say our names, no one here will dare to mess with you."
I took a step back to avoid him. “I didn’t come here alone. I came with my brother.”
"What brother? What kind of man is that to leave a cute girl like you here all alone? Just come with us."
He reached out to pull me, but was slapped away by another hand.
Remiel stood in front of me expressionlessly, staring at these people gloomily: "She is my sister."
The man seemed to know him. His eyes moved between me and Remiel, and finally turned into a snort of laughter.
"So this is your sickly sister. Are you willing to bring her out to meet people today?"
Remiel's back was stiff, and from my angle I could only see his tense back. But it was obviously not a good expression. The man tutted and motioned for others to leave with an unhappy look on his face. Before leaving, he looked at me meaningfully and said, "You do have a good brother."
Remiel had a very ugly expression on his face, and he grabbed my hand and walked out. We walked back home in silence, and he let me go, turned around and apologized to me: "I'm sorry, I was too rude just now, those guys are some hooligans and villains, and those who deal with them are all bandits. If we continue to stay there, we will definitely be besieged."
"Nothing. Sorry, brother, I'm causing trouble."
"It's not your problem. I didn't expect them to target you. It's okay. I will handle it."
Remiel let out a long breath, obviously not as relaxed as he said. The bad mood did not last long before it turned into a smile again. In this shabby little house, the strange mood never lasted more than five minutes. Even wild weeds would take root here and grow tender shoots.
I wanted to post this on the player forum. I advise everyone to learn from Master Remier before having children, and learn what perfect family education is. If this leads to any family conflicts, I will take their last name.
The next morning, Remiel left home very early and walked until the evening.
At 12, I no longer had to worry about my stomach growling when he didn't come back. But when lightning flashed across the sky, casting a deafening thunderbolt, I couldn't help but look out and wonder when he would come back.
My eager anticipation did not bring any results. Soon, a heavy rain came pouring down, and the whole world was like an overturned cupboard, crackling and chaotic.
It was already dark, and a small amount of water had seeped down from the edge of the roof, which didn't cause much damage, but was enough to show that it was a very heavy storm. Remiel hadn't returned yet.
I waited patiently for a while until the sound of rain and thunder merged into a symphony, then I jumped out of bed. It was obviously useless to hold an umbrella in this weather, so I put on a coat and went out.
This is the first time I go out by myself since I got this body.
Darkness enveloped everything, and the ground beneath my feet was slippery and dirty. It was difficult to walk even during the day. The road was even more blurry at night. There was a shadow in the distance that seemed to be something swaying. I didn't know if it was a person or something else, but the shadow cast by it made me feel uneasy.
Of course, none of the above has any effect on me.
I walked very steadily, my eyes constantly searching in the darkness. The divine status fed back to the body always brought something extra, such as extraordinary vision.
In a remote alley, I finally saw my target.
Remiel was surrounded by people, his body covered with wounds, but his eyes were burning with anger. The people blocking him were the tall men who came to cause trouble yesterday.
Under the heavy rain, the insults and shouts were all blurred, and the only thing that was certain was malicious intent. If they were not stopped, something even more cruel would surely happen next.
This body was extremely thin. It was impossible to rush at it directly. I bit my finger and drew a magic circle on the nearby wall with great difficulty.
It is impossible to summon followers, but it is still possible to scare them casually.
The loss of blood made my body weaker, and the heavy rain robbed my body of heat. I forced myself to be alert, and saw the magic circle flashing in front of me, and a screaming bat flew out with a piercing howl.
The mental attack spread, the men's faces changed slightly, and they looked at each other subconsciously.
"This cry sounds like that of a monster."
"Such heavy rain is indeed a bit unusual. Well... never mind, let's spare this guy's life today and let's go."
The leader said so, and the others followed suit. After they left, I ran over and helped Remiel up.
"elder brother!"
Rainier's expression changed drastically: "Why are you here!?"
"I came to look for my brother, but you never came back."
I supported Rainier and walked towards home. He was covered in wounds and tried his best not to press me down. I frowned as I saw him. Late that night when we returned, he developed a high fever.
The next day, Remiel was unable to get out of bed. Even though I tried various methods to cool him down, he was still groggy.
I reached out and took his temperature, and it was still high. It seemed that he had to take medicine.
Feeling the wetness on his forehead, the boy opened his eyes hazily: "Ahem... I'm sorry, Mia. I can't go to work during this period."
I picked up the towel in the basin, wrung it dry and gently placed it on his forehead.
"What are you talking about, brother? Just take a good rest. Leave the rest to me."
"Mia..."
Remiel looked at me with concern. I lowered my head and touched my forehead with his. I said gently, "Don't worry, just leave it to me."
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