Volume 1 Chapter 75 (1/2)
Chapter 1 — Rainy Night (Part 1)
Translator: SaltyTank
Editor: AyaSnow
The pitter-patter of rain could be heard inside the house
Vivian carefully placed a short stool in front of the stove, then bent over and grabbed two handfuls of coarse rice from the rice sack nearby There was notbrother exchanged a silver ornament he had stolen at the pier for the sack of rice Even though she had been carefully conserving the precious food, the ever-decreasing a
There was no s would only last several days at lanced at the ser laid on thebrother had yet to wake up from his coiven up on him as she lacked the ability to heal him Bishop Phil should be able to do so, but he would not waste ti a thief, after all
Vivian steeled herself, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and cliht years old, due to malnutrition, she was especially short and petite It was rather difficult for her to do things like lighting a fire and preparing meals, but she had to do them nonetheless Vivian held several pieces of split firewood in her hands, then snapped the branches she had collected during the day into smaller pieces and tossed them into the stove The fireasthe pain in her eyes caused by the choking sht Only when the fire was blazing did she finally stop and rub her eyes
”Big Brother…!
”You must wake up! Vivian misses you a lot…
”Please… Please don't leave lided down from her eyes as she sobbed beside the stove After a while, Vivian wiped her cheeks with her small hands, and two streaks of white could be seen on her sooty face
There was originally some salt in the house, but it had been used up last week She had tried to steal froht red-handed and hit by the shop owner's wife on the back with a broom The bruise on her back was still dark purple, and she felt scorching pain frohtest bu cauely tell that it had been an outstanding hunting hound back in its pri walked over to her side It peeked at the stove and began whi its desire, Vivian eently stroked its back as she sobbed once again
”There's not much food left,” Vivian ry, but this must be reserved for brother When the rain stops, try and find some food outside I'm sorry!
”Don't you think I' brother, and I cry a lot…”
The old dog turned its gaze away fro Vivian's words It licked her pals, closed its eyes, and took a nap
Footsteps cauely heard as people seemed to have stopped at the door
The elderly Heath immediately opened his eyes Like a ferocious wolf, he barked viciously at the door and howled loudly
”da someday and cook soup with it!”
The irritated voice of a radually faded into the distance
Vivian's frightened look eased a bit after hearing the 's head with her small palm and murmured, ”Heath
”If he dares to co brother's unconscious, and you're the only one who can protect me now”
The old dog snuggled against her chest as she patted it Even though it was now old, its eyes still gave off a sharp and fierce look
Heath was a glaz hound In the Agate River region's folklore, it was said that glaz hounds were the hybrid descendants of the three-headed hellhound Back in the day, Heath could even kill a leopard
But he was now old
Sniffing in the sweet fragrance of congee co from the stove, Heath stood up as he twitched his nose but soon laid back down
Even though Vivian's sto, she still carefully cliee with a chipped porcelain bowl She gently blew at the bowl to cool it down and fed the congee, bit by bit, to the unconscious teenager on the bed with a wooden spoon She was sith to lift her brother up; thus, she could only slowly feed hi brother!
”Eat this, and you'll get better!
”I' will be fine!”
Tears flowed froirl muttered She wiped her tears, placed the bowl on the table, and climbed down off the bed to shut the door
This was the slums of Amber City, a place filled with thieves, robbers, and slave dealers
It was very difficult for a young girl like Vivian to survive in the slums without anyone to rely on If not for her cautiousness and old Heath, as always beside her, she would have been kidnapped by others already All that was needed was a towel soaked in chloroforle her and cover her mouth and nose with the towel, and it would only be a matter of seconds before she would lose consciousness Obviously, kidnapped people would be tossed into a rough sack and sold to slave dealers As a irls disappeared from the slums this way; even considerably beautiful women would be kidnapped in the same manner
”Heath!”