I kept taking jobs over the next three months, preparing for the upcoming winter and God’s Day.

Most of the time it was smooth sailing. I got the things and asked Volpe to make an appraisal. I got the share of the money, leaving a little bit for myself, and divided the rest into two parts, part of which was used to buy food for Kelas and his friends, and the other part was saved. When winter came, buy them firewood and decorate the basement for them.

Of course, there are times when you make a mistake. If you make a mistake in stealing, it means you will suffer heavy losses.

I missed once before the arrival of Autumn Flame Festival. I was caught while stealing a necklace from a jewelry store. The latest rune anti-theft system was installed on the counter of their house. I didn't notice it, so when I picked up the diamond necklace, a harsh alarm sounded throughout the store.

You really should have looked at my expression at that time. Even I thought it was wonderful. But this is not the worst. The worst thing is that it was my fourth goal that day. This means that I had a lot of stolen goods on my body, all of which were beaten by the city guards.

In order to escape from prison, I could only ask Crabbo to launch his relationship to catch me, which cost me a total of twenty silver coins! Not only did I lose all the things, I also paid twenty silver coins. "This is the price of failure." I kept it in mind and secretly warned myself not to be arrested on the way back to the headquarters.

But I still missed once in early winter, but this time I ran away quickly, and the person was not caught, and a large bag of things was broken in. But this was nothing. Compared with the cost of catching people, this loss is not worth mentioning.

There is still one day before God's Day, so I decided to go out for a walk, buy some bread for Kailas and the others, buy a phoenix chicken, and then buy more firewood for winter, and see if it will open today.

I came out early in the morning. It just snowed last night, and a thick layer of it accumulated on the street. When children of my age walked in, they could only expose their upper body. I was taller and could expose their knees.

It's ridiculous to say. Only when this happens will I remember that I am a nine-year-old child. Sometimes I feel like a young man who is fifty-six years old and is busy making a living.

"I'm about to be ten years old." I looked at the bell tower in the Bell Tower Square and thought to myself. Since the beginning of winter, the municipal government of Brinto has hung a countdown sign on the bell tower to remind people how far away the God's Day is. At this moment, the sign is written on it "01", written in red paint, and can be seen from a distance.

I shook my head, stopped thinking about this, and continued to pull out a path in the snow with difficulty, while Keiras was still waiting for my bread and firewood.

I bought some fragrant and soft white bread, picked another big and fat phoenix chicken, put them in a bag, and then walked towards the firewood field with difficulty.

The boss of the firewood scene saw me from afar and waved his hand at me. For the past few months, I have been buying firewood from him every day, and I have been unable to get along with him anymore.

This snow is a bit too difficult for a child to act. It is based on my height being taller than an average child. I whispered in a low voice and walked to the boss, moving and stooping.

"Old rules?" The boss asked me with concentration on the firewood in his hand without raising his head.

"Yeah." I answered, put the last four silver coins I brought out today on the table, and exchanged them for a total of forty bundles of firewood.

This is the fixed transaction project I have with my boss every month over the past three months.

The boss tied the firewood for me and fixed it on the sled board. He was also responsible for pulling the firewood for me. "This damn weather," he cursed angrily, "If it didn't snow so heavily, I could use a cart, which would save much more effort."

"Who said no," I felt deeply, "The damn city guards have not come to clean up the snow yet. I suspect that all the cowards have frozen to death."

After talking about this conversation, the boss had tied all the firewood. He put on his clothes and walked out of the firewood field with difficulty. "This is really a physical job." I saw him complaining, carrying the rope of the sled to his back, and then pulled it forward with his head on, cursing the city guards constantly.

Due to the snow, I arrived at Kailas half an hour later than usual. I carried the bread and chicken, and the owner of the firewood shop began to help me unload the firewood I bought one by one.

I walked into the basement with ease, and Kailas was still sitting there, sewing clothes, from the size, of some child.

"You're here, Sarah." Kailas seemed very happy to see me. He took the chicken and bread from my hand and smiled happily, so he insisted on carrying the chicken to each bed. "Children, drink chicken soup tonight. Sarah gave it to me." Every time he arrived at a new bed, he repeated this sentence.

I followed him and waited for his greetings before I spoke: "Kelas, it's God's Day tomorrow. Do you have anything else to do? I'm ready."

Kailas turned around, put the chicken and bread on the table I knew, and then held my hand tightly: "Oh, Sarah, kid, you've done too much for us. The money you spent on me over the past three months is enough for your trip to the Bard College and the tuition for the whole first year. You don't have to..."

"No, Keiras, I insisted on this," I interrupted him, "and I asked my colleagues that the minimum age for Bard College is twelve, which means I have to stay here for two years."

This is not my nonsense, but it is true. I mentioned to Yolliv three months ago that I wanted to go to the Bards Academy to study. Yolliv looked at me with a weird look and told me that the compulsory course must be at least twelve years old before I can enter the Bards Academy.

So I am not in a hurry now. At least I have a job in Brinto, eat and sleep warmly. In addition to going out to perform activities every day, I also have free time to play the piano and practice the brain exercises that Tracho taught me.

Unfortunately, I have not sensed or mastered the name of the second thing so far. Even though I live a terrifying and exciting life every day, I have not helped me to go further on the path of Rune Master.

I once tried sensing snow, hoping to sense water and ice on the basis of snow, but I failed. My head heated up and did something stupid like when sensing fire. I tied myself to the snow.

I regretted it before the linking technique took effect. It was a kind of coldness from the heart, as if I wanted to freeze you into ice from the inside out, but fortunately it was just a small piece of snowflake that melted quickly. If it were today, I would turn into a stiff frozen corpse within three seconds.

After that, I told myself not to be impatient and to progress quickly, so I set a goal for myself, and I should master a change form of flame every day, and shorten the change time of flame as much as possible so that it can change faster.

I am still learning rune art. Fortunately, this part does not require you to be proficient in the name of anything. I first reviewed the arrow rune and came to Blinto and I never used it. Then I tried to learn the other two primary runes that Tracho once told me, shield rune and impact ball rune.

It turns out that I may be a genius, but I am definitely not a genius who can learn without a teacher. It took me three months to barely release the flame shield.

So while I told myself not to be impatient, my inner feeling of loss and disappointment became more and more obvious.

I saw Kelas's lips constantly twitching, so I pulled my brain out of my memories and found Kelas was still holding my hand, looking guilty. I said sorry in secret and began to gather my attention and listen to what he was saying.

"I'm grateful for your help, Sarah, the children are healthier." He said to himself, not realizing that I had been distracted for a while, "but I didn't help you anything, I shouldn't accept your long-term assistance for free."

"Kelas, listen to me." I calmed down and showed a gentle smile. "Your help to me is spiritual, Keiras. When I first came to Brinto, I had been wandering alone for a long time. It was you who gave me the first spiritual comfort, which made me feel the long-lost warmth, and the feeling of home that I hadn't felt for a long time. So let me help you, just because you let me get out of the darkness."

Perhaps because of the firmness of my will, Keiras gave up his opinion, "May Losander bless you, Sarah." He bowed devoutly to me.

"Losanda will bless you, Keiras." I hurriedly replied as if I was, "Now, if you don't mind, I have to help bring your firewood down."

Before Keras could reply, I ran out of the basement and helped the firewood boss pile the firewood into the warehouse in the basement. Then I quietly left with him.

"He is such a saint, taking care of those children like that, right?" On the way back, the owner of the Chaihuochang sighed. I nodded and agreed with what he said. In this era, in this city where everyone only considers themselves, Kelas is indeed like a saint.

I was separated from the door of the block with my boss. I struggled to drive a road back to the headquarters from the snow. When I walked into the hall, everyone gathered around the stove to cook the fire. According to Yolliv, this is called "New Year's Day".

"Please, it's God's Day soon, don't go out and steal things." This is what Yolliv said to me at that time. He was a very devout believer, so I could understand and respect his ideas.

"I'm back, are the kids in the basement okay?" Bulling greeted me from a distance, then threw me a bag of things. I opened it and saw that it was full of silver coins. I looked up at Bulling. He had already lowered his head to wipe his bar.

Yolliv answered my doubts, "The year-end dividend, or God's Day gift, is yours."

I nodded, entered my room, took off my bloated warm coat and snow-wet leather boots and pants, and poured out more than 40 silver coins from the bag.

"Add to the money I saved myself, it's enough to repair the basement of Kelas, and maybe I can repair the church." I thought with satisfaction and decided to pay attention: "When the God's Day is over, we will go to find craftsmen when we reopen the work."

Then I locked the money in my cabinet and went out to play with everyone for a while. By the end of the year, everyone's face was a little less serious or sad. On the day of God, I just want to be happy.

The bells in Bell Tower Square ring again, which are the few sounds that can be transmitted to the sewer. A full twelve strokes have passed, and a new day is coming.
Chapter completed!