Why the devil and the prince look the same

The knight in the heroic tale is now a favorite drinker, and poverty does not prevent him from drinking.

"Nothing in the world can stop me. I can kill the dragon." The drunkard drank the wine that burned his throat, stepped on the stone bench and shouted. People passing by did not give the drunkard a look, because he was always drunk. so.

"He slaughtered him again." The villagers still know the living conditions of alcoholics very well. They don't open for a year, but drink for half a year after opening.Alcoholics don't look decent. After drinking for many years, his early abdominal muscles have turned into a wine belly, and his nose, which was not considered straight, has now become a rosacea.

Clary snorted loudly, looking at the alcoholic's appearance, he always suspected that his nose would soon be unable to breathe.

"Do all heroes look like this?" Clary couldn't help doubting his own ability. If the funny big red nose was a symbol of a heroic knight, he flinched a bit.

"Hero, you can teach me to be the most powerful knight!"

"The most powerful knight?" The alcoholic couldn't hold back his laughter. This kid wanted to become the most powerful knight after buying himself a drink once. How could those people who bought him a drink for half a year or even a whole year go to reason...

The sky was dark, but Clary's eyes were shining.

"It depends on your own ability. After all, everyone's limit is different. In the same way, some people can fly into the sky while others can only thump on the ground."

Clearly only elves fly in the sky, and humans cannot fly. Clary thought this way but did not refute the drunkard. He understood that adults like to use some metaphors to explain the truth.

Waking up early in the morning, the drunkard took Clary to the street to buy wine. Along the way, the drunkard walked swaggeringly, and suddenly he stopped, "Little monster."

Following his gaze, Clary saw the child in the cloak who was thrown stones not far away. At this time, the child put the cloak on his head to resist the attack.The little hands that had to be exposed outside were dirty and looked black. I don't know if it was blood or mud.

A warrior who knew how to defend since he was a child, Clary went forward to chase away the children who were throwing stones.Compared with the kids who were just running steadily, Clary was a big man. He was twice the height of those kids, and he drove them away with ease.

He observed his clothes and found that this child was the one who bumped into him at the gate of the city yesterday, "You...do you often get stones thrown?"

The child looked at Clary through the seam of his clothes. His eyes were green, pure and beautiful.

"This is the monster in our town." The alcoholic stood watching the show and kindly reminded the little friend who bought him alcohol. "Devil" and "little monster" are the names of this dirty child. He is a different kind, which means unknown.

The little monster took a step back nervously. Just when Clary thought he would not be able to wait for an answer, the child put down the cloak covering his head. He combed his hair with his hands seriously, and half-bent towards Clary, "Thank you , My name is Mirek."

The drunkard's eyes widened. Beggars have begun to become gentlemen in all the world.What surprised him even more was that the little monster dared to shout at him, "I'm not a monster."

Before the voice in his ear disappeared, the little monster ran away quickly.

Mirek felt as if his heart had been stolen by a demon and put in a frying pan, otherwise why would he be so nervous, since he hadn't been beaten much today.

In the town, Mirek is very unpopular, but he still has to hang out in the town, or he will starve to death.He doesn't know who his parents are, but he knows his name is Mirek.

The kids who hit him never called him by his name, they just called him a monster.

Sometimes he wished that he was the devil in those mouths, so that no one would bully him.

But he is not, he lives by eating wild grass, how can there be a devil that eats grass, his life is too shabby.

Not everyone in the town beats and scolds him, more people just walk around when they see him, and say something bad.Most of the time, children who throw stones at Mirek will be picked up by adults. In fact, adults don't hate it that much. Sometimes Mirek thinks so.

Today is a special day, the adults who appeared did not help those children away from him, but took away the hurt for him.

"Did you remember my name?"

"I must remember, you look very smart!"

Mirek hid in the corner thinking about the most serious question since he was born, what if he didn't remember his name?Why did he run so fast just now?Even if he is beaten by a drunkard, he should let his brother remember his name.

"So you are here."

Turning around and seeing that person, Mirik yelled reflexively: "Mirik, my name is Mirik."

After yelling, I felt embarrassed, but this time I didn't run away, I just stayed there awkwardly.

"I know your name is Mirik, and I'm Clary," Clary said after giving the money to the alcoholic and looking for Mirik. It's not hard to find just a few corners away, "Those grown-ups like to call me Little Clary but I'm older than you, so you can call me Clary, Little Rick."

He speaks so softly, no one has ever spoken to him in such a tone—a tone that speaks to a well-behaved child.Mirek couldn't help but start to fantasize, "Can I call you brother?"

"Huh?" Clary was momentarily dazed.

"I'm not a monster, and I'm smart, and I can support myself. In fact, I'm also good-looking. When I wash it, I'm white and clean. I..."

"You're still a warrior! Super brave." Clary spoke from his heart. Just now, Mirek used his cloak as a shield to defend against damage. "Do you want to be a powerful knight with me?"

Mirek felt blood rushing to his face, and he was extremely excited for a moment.

Clary knelt down and wiped Mirek's face with a wet towel, "You're amazing, your face is flushed."

How did Mirek understand that Clary was in order to promise what he said earlier that he could support himself, so he lowered his head and blushed even more.

"You're calling me brother, so how about that brother buy you new clothes?"

Mirek raised his head abruptly, his face paled, and he disappeared from Clary's sight in an instant.