Badge in Azure

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Skokania Empire’s northern port, Ceylon City.

The torrential rain came suddenly, pouring into the gap between the turrets. The sky was so dark that it was stained with dragon’s blood ink. The fishing boat shrank in the harbor. The waves washed over the dyke, violently slammed into it, and splashed a dozen meters of water mist, making a sound.

The rain accumulated and quickly spread over the slum area, and the water on the streets became deeper and deeper. The drainage system, which has not been repaired for at least 5 years, can’t play any role. In a moment, the slum area is already vast.

Ceylon City in Magnolia Bay is no longer in the past. Withered fishing industry has limited income. Sir City Lord is powerless. To repair the drainage system, you need at least one Magician who knows alchemy and a large number of Magician apprentices. Drawing a drawing alone will cost thousands of Gold Coins. Ceylon City has not had a Magician division for at least 1000 years, and the City Hall is almost a furnishing.

Lightning tore the sky, thunder came slowly, and the lightning snake flew to illuminate the city under the rainstorm. On the empty street, a ten-year-old boy wading through the water in a difficult way, shrinking forward.

The teenager was very thin, with short brown hair cut uneven. The rain rushed over his eyelashes, preventing his eyes from opening. The teenager’s nose and nose were faintly white, and his two legs were shaking. He hugged tightly a greased paper bag, which was what he asked for today.

Hong long!

With a loud thunder, the boy finally couldn’t hold it and fell to the ground. His face was buried in the water and he was choked up and coughed quickly. He struggled desperately, trying to stand up again. But his thin body couldn’t hold on anymore, he just rolled over and passed out. Until he lost consciousness, the teenager’s hand was still holding the oil paper bag tightly.

The rainstorm raged for nearly 2 hours, and the sky became clear. The stagnant water receded slowly, and a silhouette of pedestrians appeared on the street. The unconscious boy was rushed under an eaves and leaned against a horse-bound stone.

The door was pushed open, and a servant-dressed guy saw the unconscious boy, ran up and kicked hard, angrily, “If you want food, get out quickly, don’t die here.”

His voice was sharp and shrill, like the castrated heroes in the Tanguras Imperial court. The boy woke up moaning with this kick and coughed violently. He felt hot and knew that he had a fever. The oil paper bag in his hand was still grasped subconsciously. The teenager was relaxed, turned over and climbed 2 steps away, struggling to open the oil paper bag.

Inside the oily paper bag was the moldy Chen Mi. He had originally planned to cook it after he went home and ate it. At this time, he couldn’t wait until he stopped eating. He didn’t even have the strength to walk.

Chen Mi’s mouth was like sand in the boy’s mouth, crumbled and crushed, and swallowed into his stomach.

“Darkness!” The fierce servant saw that the young man really couldn’t stand up, took a sigh of strength, and then turned into the door.

The boy was lying on the cold ground, and barely swallowed a half of the raw rice, and then he got up shaking, and walked towards the east of the city without looking back. His home is outside the city. If it’s getting dark and he doesn’t go back, there will be another rain that will freeze him to death on the street.

A fat businessman walked out of the door behind vermilion. He was dressed in inferior silk and had oil on his hair. It seemed to have been rained.

“Well? Isn’t that the kid from Metatrin’s family? What’s his name?” The obese businessman pointed and looked at the young man’s back and asked the two servants behind him.

“Saleen, Lord, his name is Saleen.” The servant smiled charmingly, his voice like a chicken pinched around his neck. The three masters and servants described it as insignificant, and the eyes of the young man were extremely bad.

“Why isn’t he dead yet?”

“Who understood does not know that bastard would give him food,” another servant answered angrily.

“Hum, keep an eye on it. If he is dead, buy the house quickly. So as not to let others take advantage of it.” The obese businessman said casually, twisting his cumbersome meat and turning to go in the other direction .

“Yes, Lord.” The servant followed carefully, and both of them could hide in the shadow of the obese businessman.

The night was cold, and the teenager named Saleen dragged out of Ceylon City with a tired body. He took the oil paper bag, left the road, and moved to the ancestral house in three steps.

This huge stone house was the last property of the Metatrin family, and Saleen opened the door and shook into the house.

The stone wall was covered with moss, exuding chill, and all the windows outside the 2-story house were free of glass, making this solitary stone house look gloomy and cold.

Saleen gasped and finally went home. He almost climbed up the stairs, returned to the bedroom, and fell to the bed. The slatted bed was as cold and hard as the wall.

The clothes were drenched by rain, and they were blown back all the way, half dry and sticking to the body. This is the only dress in Saleen. Saleen struggled to get up, took off his clothes and laid them on the bed. The oil paper bag was placed on the side of the head, and the waist was very painful. Looking down, it was already dark.

This was kicked by that servant. Saleen gritted her teeth and lay down, as long as she fell asleep, these pains were passed away.

Moonlight and cold wind poured in through the window, without poetry. Saleen felt hot and had a splitting headache. If you burn it like this, your life won’t be guaranteed. He struggled to get up and pulled down a box from the bed.

The lock on the box had been removed long ago, and the silver lock buckle was replaced for a week of food. No insect-resistant camphor boxes were bought, and Saleen planned to use them for fire someday.

Open the box, there is a mess of bills inside. Most were debt documents, and Saleen found a metal badge from it and stuck it on his forehead. The cool feeling came from the forehead, and the headache seemed to be much better. Saleen sat on the ground, watching the bills in the box cry.

The Metatrin family was once a noble. This surname was once a symbol of wealth in the northern Empire. But by the age of Saleen, the Metatrin family had nothing. These debt certificates have also become waste paper. Those who owed money back then have died clean. The change of rights and the chaos of the war have all caused the Metete Lin Family to gradually decline.

If the debtor is alive, Saleen will be able to buy ten Ceylon City with these debits.

The badge on the forehead is the logo of the Metete Lin Family. This big badge, Saleen, was not sold. Like these notes, the badge is a relic left by father.

When Saleen was 6 years old, his parents died, leaving him with only this box and ancestral house. The 6-year-old Saleen had no livelihood skills and had to live by selling things from his ancestral house. Unscrupulous businessmen naturally will not miss the opportunity to get rich. What does a 6-year-old child know? In less than six months, Saleen had cleaned up the house.

Now Saleen is twelve years old, and because of malnutrition, she looks like she is only ten years old, thin and weak.

He didn’t sell this ancestral house, not because he didn’t want to sell it, but because the real estate business had to go through the formalities at the city hall and could not be faked. A few merchants who stung his house simply didn’t buy it, only to wait for Saleen to starve to death. As soon as Saleen died, the house became a masterless object. It only needed to buy land, which was hardly counted as a price.

It turned out that Saleen was so hard-lived that she lived to be twelve by begging.

Saleen fell to the bed, the coolness of the family crest spread all over the body, and the pain in her waist was alleviated, and Saleen fell asleep. He didn’t know if he would wake up after falling asleep this time.

Bang bang bang!

Saleen opened his eyes sharply, sat up, and the sunlight from the window spilled into the room, dust everywhere.

It was weird that someone knocked on the door early in the morning. Saleen’s ancestral house is not close to the road, but at the foot of the mountain, even through a small forest. Since Saleen has nothing to sell, no one has ever come to him.

Bang bang bang!

The knock on the door continued, and Saleen jumped out of bed. He felt much lighter and less feverish. Putting the family crest back in the box, shoving the box under the bed, Saleen went down the stairs to open the door.

Yesterday came back dimly, even forgetting to latch the door. Saleen was a little bit afraid that there would be a wild beast in this place. If you touch it, you will be eaten in your sleep.

With a squeak, the sun came on with some warmth. The shadow of the tree was sparse, and in the scattered light and shadow stood a middle age person with long black hair and a gray robe with a wooden staff in his hand.

This person is less than 40 years old, dashing eyebrows, has long eyes and no whiskers. He held a wooden staff with a huge ring on it, and the silver black ring was engraved with complex symbols. Saleen is a little lost, this middle age person’s dress is weird, is it the Priest of Holy Church?

The expression of the middle age person looks very gentle, but this gentleness is like the aristocracy’s demeanor, it’s just his habit, it has nothing to do with you.

Begging career has made Saleen sensitive. He knows who can talk and who should stay away. But the middle age person who knocked at the door was completely different from the person at Ceylon City. He stood in front of him, but Saleen could not feel the existence of this person.

Middle age person smiled at Saleen and said, “What about your family?”

This person is from a foreign country. How could a Ceylon City person not know that he is a bad luck ghost? Saleen’s heart calmed down, rubbing her forehead with her hand, and said, “No one else here, sir, what’s the matter with you?”

Saleen asked politely, trying to make himself appear calm. If you want to live, don’t make you feel annoying. This is Saleen’s 2 years of life experience.

“Oh.” Middle age person looked at Saleen in amazement. Saleen hurried out, wearing only shorts and a bare top. There is also a big slap print on his forehead, which is left over by the family crest.

“This house is yours?” Middle age person asked gently.

“Yes.” Saleen’s eyes stared at the ground, and the brown pump shrank. Isn’t this person a robber?

“That’s it. I want to buy this house. Can I go in and talk?”

Buying a house? Saleen was a little overwhelmed by the news. He had long wanted to sell the house and go to work in the city. Even if you help people handle fresh fish, you can eat it together. But the apprentice stays in charge and eats. If he goes to work, he will starve to death in the first month. Saleen leaned blankly: “Come in.”

The middle-aged stepped into the stone house, the dust under his feet disappeared without a trace, the breeze blew through, and there was no damp smell in the living room. Saleen held back the excitement, closed the door, and carefully calculated how much money was appropriate.

The eyes of the middle age person glanced gently, and everything in the room fell into his eyes. Saleen can be said to be a family apprentice with 4 walls, there is nothing to appreciate. The middle age person was very satisfied. He turned back and asked Saleen, “You said this house is yours. Can you have a deed?”

“I do.” Saleen nodded, but didn’t go to the bedroom to find a deed. Now that he is older, he naturally understands what the merchants lied to him when he was a kid, and he was more cautious in doing things.

The middle age person smiled, reached out and touched Saleen’s head, and said, “Don’t worry, I’m a Magician and won’t lie to you. How much Gold Coin do you plan to sell for this house?”

Gold Coin! Saleen’s eyes lit up. He became something in the seller and never got a Gold Coin. A pair of 4-foot oil paintings, only one Silver Coin was left to him when they took it away. The gold candlestick was exchanged for 2 Silver Coins. This is still conscience. At the age of 6, a businessman moved the whole cabinet and left only 2 breads for Saleen.