The brave man who runs a hotel in an RPG

The image in the fourth crystallization tower was much longer than the previous one. I emptied my consciousness and immersed myself in Tricia's memories.

After the murder, Tricia could not get out of the city without an ID card. The so-called most dangerous place is the safest place. She cut her hair short with a dagger and cut her face. He looked like he hid in a dark alley overnight.

She found a part-time job in a magic scroll shop run by an old magician in a dark alley. The magician was very old, and the symptoms of presbyopia were very serious. Even with glasses on, she couldn't see her clearly, and she hardly spoke. The magician took her into the shop as a wandering boy.The wages in the magic scroll shop are very low, and the only benefit is food and lodging. Tricia has worked in the magic scroll shop for a period of time under anonymity. In addition to working hard with a scarf covering the lower half of her face every day, she takes advantage of the old magician to take a nap. From time to time, he peeked at the magic book he had spread out on the table.

Tricia's magic talent is exceptionally high, and she knows all the magic recorded in the book at a glance, so she learned to absorb elemental factors from the atmosphere without any effort, and was surprised to find that the dark attribute elemental factors are especially close to her, Whenever Tricia huddled in the attic of the shop at night and used dark attribute magic, extremely violent negative emotions would appear in Tricia's heart, and those emotions indirectly affected her character. She gradually became irritable, negative, and tyrannical. Weak creatures, she would want to kill them and drink their blood by pinching their necks.

Finally, one day Tricia used the dark element to crush a white pigeon that stopped and called at the attic window. She caught the white pigeon's body, attached her mouth to bite the fragile bones, and gulped down the white pigeon's body. Blood, reddish feathers fell on the soles of her feet, the stinky blood rolled hot and slid down the screaming throat, drinking the blood was not enough, Tricia ate the white pigeon raw, and sighed in satisfaction as she touched her round belly , When the consciousness regained consciousness, Tricia looked at the traces on the ground in a daze.

Thinking of the series of intimate behaviors that the cave snake Alia treated her, Tricia had doubts about her own life experience.

Tricia asked herself: Am I really my father's child?Am I really human?

It's true that her body is human, but the inexplicable power in her body can never be at the level that humans should have. These powers awakened from the moment she stabbed the dagger into the debt collector's chest. The mysterious mechanism in charge of power, the Pandora's box that opened immediately can no longer be closed, and will only continuously release clusters of black fireworks that will engulf her,

On the other hand, ever since she escaped from the house and entered the magic scroll shop, she has always paid attention to what the newsboy downstairs yelled every morning, and she would have glanced at the headlines of the newspaper through the hands of customers who came to buy scrolls in the shop , more than [-] lives in the traveler's town are definitely considered as big news as the "serial murder case", but the strange thing is that there has been no news about the murderer's pursuit from the Mayor's Hall, and she sneaked in several times. The outside of the casino asked the drunkards and gamblers who came in and out of the casino, but they found nothing every time. The twenty or so people who came to collect debts on behalf of the casino seemed to have evaporated from the world. flustered.

Originally, she was ready to surrender herself, but what happened to this direction?

Tricia was restless. She was really worried about her father's safety, so she decided to sneak home and take a look, even if it was just to see her father's vicissitudes of back - she wanted to make sure that he was still alive.

That night, Tricia put sleeping pills bought in a black shop into the old magician's bedtime milk, and then she stole the old magician's staff and robe, put on a full set of magician's business and walked out of the dark alley.

In the dark night, a round of pale crescent moon hangs between the dark clouds, illuminating the path on the way home with a ghostly atmosphere. Tricia only took a quick glance and dared not look again, she was afraid that the whiteness of the moon would overflow under this look. Filling the entire night sky, the dark elemental factors pouring out of it scrambled to wrap around her body, turning her into an ugly monster that only knew how to kill, baring its teeth and claws.

Tricia rushed to the woods near the house, and saw that she was only less than a hundred meters away from returning to the wooden house she was thinking about, but she stopped.

The eyes fell on a dozen people in front of the wooden house through the leaves and branches. There was a tall woman in the crowd who was dressed luxuriously, with long black hair hanging down to her waist. Tricia looked at the woman's profile and covered her mouth.

I guess the person with similar hair to Tricia is her mother Nancy.

The magician's robe enhanced Tricia's hearing, and the voices of people talking in front of the wooden house could be heard sparsely in her ears. Tricia heard the long-haired woman ask the middle-aged man in the wooden house in an elegant tone: "Is she back? ?”

The air was silent for two seconds.

"No." The man's voice sounded tired.

A stream of tears flowed from Tricia's eyes, probably because she hadn't heard her father's voice for a long time, her legs immediately became weak, but fortunately she held onto a tree to stabilize her figure.

After getting the answer from the middle-aged man, the long-haired woman laughed strangely.

"Nancy, don't come here again. I will do my best to help you repay the debt you owe, but...can you please stop asking Tricia about it." The middle-aged man begged in a low voice.

Nancy's voice turned cold: "You really think highly of her." She then increased her volume and said sullenly: "She is not your child at all, why are you defending her like that! That adult has taken a fancy to her and is her Fortunately, I advise you to hand her over as soon as possible, so that my debts will be cleared and your burden will be gone, and everyone will be at ease."

"I said I didn't know where Tricia was," the man said.

"Don't try to lie to me, you let her escape, right?" Nancy said coldly, "She was carrying more than 20 lives, if I hadn't let that adult help her down, the soldiers of the mayor's hall I'm afraid I've thrown you into a dark dungeon long ago, and I saved your life, do you know?"

The man hesitated: "Nancy..."

Nancy said softly again: "Tricia will definitely come back to you, she is my daughter, how can I not know her personality, she loves you, father, very much."

"Think carefully about what I said today, otherwise...hehe, don't blame me for disregarding the old feelings. I have a lot of ways to attract her, and now I just choose the most gentle one."

Nancy put down her words and left with a group of people.

An ominous premonition flashed in Tricia's heart. She looked at the lonely hut, followed Nancy's group without looking back, swinging her legs.

After Nancy left, she talked with the people around her, and Tricia caught a very frightening message in their words.

Her mother raised her neck proudly in front of the group of people and ordered: "If he doesn't know what to do, you can teach him a lesson, and you can teach him whatever you like. Anyway, that old dog can't just attract that There's no use for bastards, and it doesn't matter if you lack arms or legs, as long as you keep your breath."

After finishing speaking, Nancy twisted her waist and walked away surrounded by a dozen people. Tricia slid to the ground, a cold heart beating more and more slowly. The woman who said the vicious words was her biological mother, and In order to take her to repay the debt, her biological mother kept saying that it was her father who depended on her for life, and Nancy's words were full of disdain and disgust for them.

Tricia couldn't understand why such distorted family relationships existed in this world?Why does her father, who lives in the cracks, exist in this world?And she, who killed more than 20 people and always turned into a monster, why did she exist in this world?

Another voice inside her told her: They were all crooked, crooked things.

Because it is twisted and crooked, it shouldn't have the value of living in this world.

The black flame in Tricia's body replaced her sanity. She turned back to the wooden house and opened the crumbling wooden door with magic. Because of the drastic change in her appearance, the middle-aged man lost his mind for a moment. The figure with the staff with a ferocious expression was slightly stunned.

"Tricia, you're home..." The man paused, then stepped forward to hug her.

Her staff was gently lowered.

—they are... crooked things.

The voice in Tricia's heart reminded her over and over again.

"dad……"

Tricia hugged her father back, and snuggled into his thick arms like she did when she was a child. She didn't have much memory of her mother. As long as she could remember, she followed her father to discuss life everywhere. Even though they never understood each other, she seemed to be more She is more willing to believe in her father who betrayed her once.

Perhaps it is always the grace of nurturing.

……

Tricia sat down and drank a cup of the man's re-warmed vegetable soup, and she pressed the staff and robe to the corner of the bed.

After the ideological struggle, she still chose to tell her father what her mother said to the group of people. The man didn't believe it at first, but was persuaded by her with a firm tone.

"Father, let's escape, escape from the traveler town, and live in a city without her." Tricia made up her mind.

Tricia is full of expectations. As long as she stays away from her mother who is the source of the distortion, she and her father will definitely find a feeling of real happiness in a strange new city.

Curled up inside her, I was infected by her surging anticipation, and I also inexplicably paid attention to the man's unspoken reply.

The middle-aged man sat on the stool with his waist bent. His back must have been crushed by the burden of life for a long time, and it had been a long time since he stood up straight in front of Tricia. He folded his hands and shrank there, like a clay sculpture.

After a long time, he said dryly, "I...promise you."

Tricia stood up excitedly, and she tried to open her eyes wide, so big that she was about to shed tears stimulated by the fire.

She is about to get out of suffering, she is about to say goodbye to sadness, she is about to get rid of her crooked identity and start a new life with her father, Nancy can't stop her, no one can stop her.

She can't wait to see tomorrow come.