There was a crackling sound of rain outside the house.

Vivian carefully placed the short stool in front of the stove, then bent down and grabbed two handfuls of brown rice from the rice bag next to her. The food in the bag was not much. Her brother only stole a piece of silver jewelry from the dock last month, and then he exchanged for this bag of brown rice. Even though she had been careful in the past half month, the less and less food inside still made her feel a little panic.

There is no food anymore.

At most, they will go hungry in a few days!

Vivian looked at the small bed in the dilapidated house with red eyes. On the bedding with moldy smell, she could see a young man in a coma. Her brother still hadn't woken up until today. The pastor sister who was willing to help them seemed to give up hope. After all, Bishop Fair was not willing to do his best to save a thief.

Vivian strongly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and carefully climbed down from the stool.

She is only eight years old this year. Because she is malnourished, it is very petite to make a fire and cook. She holds a few pieces of chopped firewood in her hands, breaks some branches picked up during the day and throws them into the stove. Because the heavy rain outside was raining for half a day, the firewood was stained with a hint of moisture, and it was ignited very slowly, accompanied by a choking smoke. Vivian didn't care about the soreness of her eyes, and bloated her mouth and blew it up desperately. After the firewood inside was lit, she gently rubbed her eyes.

"elder brother!……"

"You must wake up!...Vivian misses you very much!..."

"do not leave Me!……"

Drops of crystal tears slid down, Vivian sat on the stove and sobbed gently. After a while, she wiped her cheeks with her little hands, and two white marks appeared on her face that was smoked black. There was some salt at home, but she had finished eating last week. She wanted to steal some by her brother, but she was almost caught by the fat shop owner. The boss lady picked up the broom and sucked her back. Even though the back was still blue and purple, she would feel a slight pain when she touched her.

"Woom!"

An old black and yellow dog came over. Even though he was already a little old, it could be vaguely seen that it was an excellent hunting dog. Vivian stretched out his small palm, and the old dog walked to her side silently, looked up at the stove, and made a low whimper.

"Heath."

Vivian held the old dog in his arms, as if he had noticed the desire in his eyes. He sobbed gently, reached out and stroked his back gently, and murmured: "There is not much food."

"It must be left for my brother to eat. Vivian is also very hungry. You can go outside to find food after the rain stops."

"sorry!"

"Is Vivian useless?"

"There is no way to steal things, no way to save my brother, and I always like to cry..."

The old dog with muddy eyes seemed to understand her words, silently withdrew his gaze, stuck out his tongue and licked her palm, then lay down at her feet, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house, as if he had stopped at the door, and the sound of talking was vaguely heard.

The old black and yellow dog, who was originally old, suddenly opened his eyes, and for a moment he looked like a hungry wolf, making a fierce whine from his mouth and barked loudly outside.

"Damn it!"

"I will kill you, the old dog, to stew the soup sooner or later!"

A man's angry voice came from outside, and then the footsteps gradually faded away.

Vivian's frightened face calmed a little a little, she stretched out her small palm and touched the old dog's head, and whispered: "Heath."

"If he dares to come in, you will bite him!"

"My brother is unconscious now, only you can protect me."

The old dog arched gently in her arms. Although he looked old, he still had a hint of fierce aura.

It's a Gorasshoe!

In his prime, he can even fight for leopards. According to folk legends in the Ayate River, it is the descendant of the cross between three dogs in hell.

Unfortunately, it is already very old.

The smell of rice porridge came from the stove. The old dog shook his nose and then lay back.

Vivian's stomach made a sound, but she still carefully climbed up to the stool, served rice porridge in a shabby pottery bowl that was missing, and blew it gently, then fed it to the young man on the bed little by little with a wooden spoon. She was too small and had no strength to help her brother up, so she could only feed him slowly.

"elder brother!"

"Eat quickly! It will get better after eating!"

“Everything will be fine.”

As the little girl spoke, tears fell down again. She reached out to wipe away the tears, put down the bowl and climbed off the bed to close the door.

This is the slum of Amber City.

A place full of thieves, robbers, and human traffickers, here she is a helpless little girl who is hard to survive. If she hadn't been careful enough and had Heath protecting her, I'm afraid that bad people would kidnap her in broad daylight. She just needed to cover her mouth and nose with a wet towel soaked in drug. Soon she would lose consciousness and be put into sacks and sold to those human traffickers. There are many little girls in the slums who disappeared like this, and sometimes even pretty women would be kidnapped.

"Heath!"

Vivian fed it bit by bit. When the man on the bed swallowed most of the bowl, he took a few sips in a hurry, washed his hands with clean water, and crawled into the quilt that smelled like a musty smell. Because he touched the wound on his back, the little girl couldn't help sobbing in pain, then hugged the young man's arm with both hands and said to the old dog at the door: "If someone comes, you can bark!"

"I know what they want."

"They thought that their brother is unconscious now, so they want to sell me to that woman Socia!"

"This will bring some money."

She grew up in a slum, and knew far more than children of the same age. Socia is the biggest human trafficker in a slum. She will select beautiful little girls, then train them to be sent to the big ones in Amber City.

It is impossible for a little girl who is only eight years old to survive in a slum.

Vivian's eyes showed a trace of determination, and she leaned over and kissed the young man who looked like a vegetative person on the bed, and said in a low voice: "Even if I want to sell it, I will sell it myself!"

"Then take that money to hire a real priest, maybe you can wake up your brother."

She knew what kind of fate she would face!

The woman Socia would raise her for a few years first, and then teach her how to serve men. If she is beautiful enough, she would give it to some nobles in the city, otherwise she would have to send it to those despicable **.

But for the sake of my brother.

She is willing to do anything because she has only one relative.

There was a sound of killing outside the house.

Vivian couldn't help but retreat into the quilt, and a fierce light appeared in the eyes of the old dog at the door.

It was Colum and Savi in ​​the slums who were fighting for territory. Since his brother was seriously injured by a terrible wizard, many thieves in the slums have died. All the original leaders died on the streets, and the remaining people have fought many times to compete for territory. No guards came to take care of this place, because this is the forgotten corner of Amber City.

They are competing for the blocks of activity and for the children in the slums.

Because no matter which gang it is, it needs to raise children to steal things. My brother became a thief in order to support her.

Vivian's memory of her parents is very vague!

I only know that my mother once had a husband, who was said to be an excellent thief, but unfortunately he finally accepted a mission and eventually died in the tower of a certain wizard.

From that time on.

The wizard became the most terrifying existence in her young mind!

That man was my brother's biological father. Although she was not born at that time, I heard from my brother.

later.

My mother took her young brother through a period of displaced life, and even worked as a waitress in a tavern because of life. In fact, she was a part-time job. Vivian knew this, and she knew much more than her peers. This kind of life was until her mother met a mysterious adventurer.

Soon, she became pregnant again.

The adventurer did not marry her, but just raised her like a **, and that man was Vivian's biological father.

It is said that he is also a powerful professional.

Heath was his pet, and later he disappeared strangely.

Only this old dog stayed by their side.

My mother lost two men in a row, and she began to feel a little mentally ill. She even suffered from aphrodisiacs for a while, but eventually died of illness.

She was only three years old at that time.

My brother is twelve years old.

The two young children lost their parents and soon left the streets. At that time, my brother often fought with others in order to compete for some meager food.

Later, my brother joined the gang and became a qualified thief.

At that time.

Their lives gradually became stable, and there was also a place for them to live in the chaotic slums.

A shrill scream came.

Vivian was so scared that she trembled all over and hid in the young man's arms. The old dog at the door suddenly stood up and looked at the alley in the distance with fierce eyes.

A man died there!

It is normal for people to die in a slum, even the priest of the Temple of Morning Light will not care about life and death in a slum.

Everyone nearby slammed the door shut.

Someone also picked up the door bolt and locked the door tightly. Vivian also got up and struggled to raise one.

According to her common sense of living in a slum for many years, if someone dies, the problem will soon become bigger and will definitely be more severe next time, and it may affect people nearby.

fear.

The fear in my heart made the little girl hug the old dog tightly and took it to the foot of the bed.

"Heath."

She looked outside in horror and could see some figures in the rain, fighting together with weapons.
To be continued...