Team villains except me

Abel still doesn't know the unbearable past that belongs to Erbu, and she doesn't know the real reason why Erbu shed tears.

But she could vaguely guess one thing.

Although the group of little devils are usually a little irritating and have their own awkward personalities, Abel feels that they are not the kind of villains who do all kinds of evil in the rumors.

They would not choose such a thankless event for no reason, especially with the half-mermaid, such an event is almost insulated from them.

But they chose.

For what, it became clear.

Abel returned the communicator to Erbu and patted him on the shoulder.

"Although I don't know what they are going to do, I think you can try to trust them. Don't reject them. Maybe you will get something different."

Ebu's tears were wiped dry, but his voice was still muffled.

"Sister, what have you gained?"

"Huh?" Abel said.

Overwhelmed by the sudden question, she fell silent for a moment.

She is thinking.

What did she gain.

Abel smiled.

"A group of uneasy students."

And her confidence to move forward without any worries, and her confidence that she will never get lost in time and space.

Erbu didn't understand what evoked Abel's smile. He wanted to cancel the registration, but the list had already been confirmed.

Orb lost sleep that day.

He didn't think about his adoptive father, or his adoptive brother John.

When he was thinking about living in a tall building, he looked at the lights outside and wanted to see it.

He has an extremely rich theoretical knowledge.

This knowledge told him that his adoptive father did not love him.

His adoptive father would hug John, but never hug him.

He might even envy the reprimand John got.

The definition of love is vague, and Ebu doesn't know what love is.

He didn't feel it.

He is like a princess imprisoned in a high tower, isolated from the outside world and ignorant of worldly affairs.

So Ebu escaped from prison in a dark night.

He is too clear about the work and rest of everyone in this high-rise building, so it is considered a loophole.

Ebu escaped smoothly, hitch a ride, and ran far, far away.

Erbu stood on the bustling street, dumbly not knowing how to strike up a conversation.

He had no money, and he was not well dressed.

He didn't even have anything to pawn.

His stomach made hungry noises.

Instinctively following the scent, Erbu walked to a restaurant, where the residents of the small town after work came to drink buttered wheat beer and talk loudly.

Erbu was not even as high as the table, he stared blankly at the noisy crowd and walked away.

He walked aimlessly for a long time until he reached the desolate street.

A tramp lay on the ground with only a few copper coins in the mutilated bowl.

Erbu walked up to the homeless man, saluted him earnestly, and then spoke clearly.

"Sir, I'm really hungry. Can I take the money in your bowl to buy bread first? After I finish eating the bread, I will beg at the entrance of the restaurant, and I will give you all the money I begged for."

The wanderer originally closed his eyes and listened to the silence of the night, but when he heard the ridiculous words from the child's mouth, he opened his eyes full of question marks.

This small child has orange-yellow hair, dazzling like the rising sun.

He is still white and clean, and he looks like a noble child.

"Son, what about your family?"

The wanderer asked with a ferocious look.

Erbu combined several answers, and finally chose the rhetoric that allowed him to take the money.

He opened his eyes, blankly, but very sincerely.

"It's dead."

The wanderer clicked.

"You brat really dare to say, get away, go back where you came from."

Through rational analysis and emotional inclination, Erbu feels that the homeless man is a good person.

So Aubrey fucked him.

Although the vagabond looked fierce, he lost his temper in the end, and still took the copper coins to buy him black bread.

When he got to the door of the restaurant, the wanderer stopped, and he gave the copper coin to Obu, and asked him to buy it himself.

Russian cloth will not.

The homeless crouched down and scratched his head.

"Where are you from, the noble young master? Ah? You can't buy something? Go in, say I want bread, give the money, and take the bread out, how can you not?!"

Erbu insisted on telling the homeless person exactly who to ask for bread, and whose hand it was to put the money on the counter.

The tramp looked at the child bitterly.

"You little bastard is dead! Go in and shout! You want bread! Whoever gives you bread, you pay! Got it!"

The child with a sunny head finally nodded and walked into the restaurant. The homeless man grabbed his dusty hair and wanted to leave just like that.

He has done his best, and he gave away all his money for today's meal.

The kid has nothing to do with him.

The homeless walk away.

As he walked, he remembered the child's face again.

The homeless man stood on the street and cursed, but finally turned back.

He was worried that the idiot brat would be sold by bad guys.

At this time, Erbu, who was in the restaurant, didn't know anything.

He has always been quiet, and his adoptive father praised him for being sensible, and he never yelled and played like a donkey like John.

He tried to speak, but was drowned out by the bustle of conversation.

He failed several times, and no one stopped for him.

Ebu blushed.

He closed his eyes and prepared his heart, and shouted out regardless.

"You! Good! I want! Two! Noodles! Buns!!"

Erbu made a loud noise, and the proprietress finally saw the little customer.

She asked the orange-haired child with her eyes closed, a little amusingly.

"What bread do you want?"

Aubu panicked.

This is a step that the homeless man never told him. He became more and more tense under the eyes of the proprietress, and in the end he only put the copper coins on the stage one by one.

He lowered his eyes and repeated.

"I want bread."

The proprietress didn't make things difficult for him, she took two black bread stuffed with meat, wrapped them in a newspaper, and gave them to him.

Ebu hugged two black buns, said thank you like a mosquito, and ran out of the restaurant.

He looked up and saw the homeless people who had gone and returned.

Ebu silently handed the homeless a piece of bread.

The homeless man said nothing, and they sat together in the street, eating cold mince bread.

The vagrant took Ebu back to his home, which was a slum. The daily job of the vagrant was to lie on the street and live by begging.Occasionally, he can serve as a mat for nobles and earn a few dollars.

The wanderer is very mean to himself, but he is kind to Erbumian.

Orb stared at the ice cream truck, and the homeless glanced at him, and then glanced at him again.

Ebu didn't say anything, just held the homeless man's hand and looked up at him, saying "Let's go".

The homeless man took two steps, turned around and went to buy ice cream cursing.

The wanderer would buy something for him if he looked at it for a long time.But some homeless people don't buy it for him, such as the pretty desserts in the window.

Because it is too expensive, the homeless cannot afford it.

At this time, the wanderer will give him a promise.

"I'll buy it for you when I have money, the biggest one, with chocolate and cream."

Aubu always nodded.

The vagrants did not clean up themselves, but fetched water for Ebu to wash his face every day.Erbu was always clean and had new clothes.

The homeless are still the same.

But the homeless would proudly lead Orb out, showing off the child he had picked up with his head held high.

Through analysis, Erbu obtained the best location for begging. He begged with the homeless during the day, and crowded with the homeless in a leaky house at night.

He could hear the wanderer's heartbeat.

very warm.

But Aub had a fever.

He heard the anxious voice of the homeless in a haze, and after a while, there was a bitter taste of medicine in his mouth.

Ebu grabbed the homeless man's arm and called "Father" in a daze.

The vagabond bounced, but couldn't break free from Erbu's hand.

The wanderer stood beside Ebu while shielding himself from the wind while thinking.

"I'm so young, and I don't even have a wife. How can you call my father? You are a gold seller. I spent all the money I earned recently. You are a little rascal. You take advantage of me!

You want me to be your father, you, you, what future do you have?You know where to beg, and you can’t beg all the time, I have to send you to the college to let you go to school, you need a schoolbag, you need a pen, I can’t keep the money I’ve saved all these years!

I haven't planned to settle here yet, I still think about leaving in a few months...

Then how will you earn money in the future?It’s okay if you’re a magician, how handsome a magician is!After that, I said, I am the father of a magician!hey-hey……"

Orb thought it would be nice if he was a magician.

He wants to be a magician.

But when Erbu opened his eyes again, what he saw was his adoptive father.

The homeless are gone.

His adoptive father hugged him red-eyed.

He got the hug he dreamed of, but he was not as happy as he imagined.

Is this love?

Ruby doesn't know.

He asked about homeless people.

His adoptive father said that it was an empty house, no one lived in it, and he had a fever in the house alone.

Ubu persistently asked the homeless man, his adoptive father seemed to have noticed something, and told him that he saw a figure leaving, but no one came back.

His adoptive father also said that homeless people have no fixed place to live, and if they want to leave, they leave.

Erbu was lying on the hospital bed in a daze, still wearing the clothes bought for him by homeless people.He tried to analyze it with his fever-weakened head.

...It must be because he is not a magician.

If he is, fine.