The sad life of escape brother

"Click..." sound.

The people on the street looked at the young man in disbelief, perhaps thinking that the things the young man carried alone were too heavy.The boy's beauty has been peeked at by people all the time, not only the girls but even the boy can't help but look in the boy's direction.

Under the sunlight, the fair skin is even more transparent.

The black-haired and beautiful boy nonchalantly carried three boxes taller than him with his hands. In order to avoid the trouble of walking back and forth, the boy stacked the boxes and walked onto the main street with ease.

And walked slowly to a small stall, "Bishop Castorou, I've brought what you asked for." He lifted the cloth and walked in.

Stare at a bunch of puppets in various clothes hanging on the wall.

A voice was soft enough to pinch water: "Oh, it's Huanmeng, you're here." Castoru put down the objects in his hand and walked towards the boy.

Holding a piece of clothing in his hand, he gesticulated a few times on the young man, as if he planned to make handmade clothes for the young man.

"This color fabric is quite suitable for you, let me help you make clothes."

"Don't bother me so much, Bishop Castorou." The young man shook his head and rejected Castorou's kindness, "Didn't you already give me a lot of clothes? There is no need to continue making them for me."

"It's okay, this matter is very simple, you don't need to help me anymore, go outside and play." The red-haired bishop just pushed the boy out, "Remember to visit La Pradolu's shop."

The young man smiled back: "I see." He ran outside excitedly, looking for the shops of other bishops.

Castoru, who watched the boy go away, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, ignoring his friend who suddenly stood beside him, "Rapp, why don't you go to your shop?"

"Cass, is it really okay for us to do this?"

"I've done everything I shouldn't have done," Castoru sneered and sewed the clothes in his hands, and continued, "There's no room for regret, Rapp."

"actually, I……"

This topic was suddenly interrupted by customers coming to the door, and Rapradolu only felt that he was about to be unable to bear the burden.

Seeing that the topic could not be continued, Lapradolu left helplessly.

Looking up, I saw the young man running around happily in the bazaar, his angelic smile infected everyone present, causing them to stare at the young man intently.

A boy who has lost his memory is not a bad thing for him.

Such a young man should have grown up loved and loved by everyone, instead of falling into the darkness of a bottomless pit.

Put away all the expressions you shouldn't have, put on a warm smile, and headed towards the boy who was gifted with a lot of food and devoured it hungrily.

The lavender-haired bishop approached the boy softly and said, "Why doesn't Huanmeng come to my shop? I've been waiting for a long time."

"Bishop Lapradolu, Wo Zhengmang..."

Because of the constant chewing of food in the mouth, the sounds made are not right.

"Eat slowly." Lapradolu patted the boy's back slowly with his hand.

"Cough cough..."

Eating in a hurry, he was accidentally choked by the food. He was beating his chest in pain, trying to swallow the food. He reached out to take the water poured by Lapradolu, and drank it in one breath, before he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Nearly died."

"How could you die because of such a trivial matter." He has witnessed how powerful the body's healing ability is.I thought that the stabbed limbs would need to rest for a long time, but they healed automatically in less than one night.

Not even a trace of a scar could be found.

"Whoever said that I am just a fragile human being, I have to eat, drink and sleep, don't think that I am made of iron and will not die."

After hearing the boy's answer, the lavender-haired bishop forced a smile.

Can a person who won't die without eating, drinking or sleeping for nearly ten days really be called a human being?

"This is for you."

An ice sculpture-like object was pulled out from the pocket of the lavender-haired protagonist, and handed over to the boy.

"It's carved out of ice, it's amazing, how can it not melt?"

The boy only felt that the thing in his hand was not cold at all, maybe he was born a cold-blooded animal.

"This is something that was carved before you lost your memory. It is a matter of course that you don't remember it. Such things are very important to you and should be well protected."

"Thank you, Bishop Rapradolu, you are such a good man."

The boy couldn't help but gave Lapradolu a hug, then put the ice sculpture into his arms, and wandered around the bazaar again.

Will he be a good guy?You call out to a person who caused you to lose all your memories, you clenched your fists, shouldered the guilt of deception with difficulty, and turned to leave.

"Hey, Ted, Mikaj, what are you eating? Skewers! Give me a flau, too."

"Okay!" Flau generously gave the skewers to Huanmeng, "How about it, the things I made are not bad~~" Looking at the three little ghosts in front of him.

Ted replied, "Delicious."

Mikaj replied: "It's delicious."

Huanmeng replied: "It's so delicious."

Flau said with a smile: "This is my shop, please come and support me." He is also planning to sell his handicrafts at today's bazaar.

Afterwards, Ted and Mikaj vomited when they knew that the meat skewers came from some kind of weird creature, and Huanmeng still gnawed a bunch of skewers into their stomachs.

This move made Ted and Mikaj admire him.

After feeding his stomach, the boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and couldn't help yawning.

"No way, are you tired so quickly?" Mikajie looked at the young man's weary look, "We haven't had a good walk yet."

"I won't go, you and Ted go together." After speaking, he lay down beside the fountain, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ted pushed Huanmeng a few times: "Huanmeng, you can't sleep here." It's a pity that he couldn't wake up the guy who was still asleep.

Mikaj and Ted looked at each other, and looked at the young man curled up and sleeping soundly, anyone could see the peaceful expression.

"This guy!" Ted frowned.

"Forget it, let's send him to Bishop Castorou." All the actions of this kid are like a child, and he doesn't have to worry about anything. I really envy him.

In desperation, Mikaj picked up the boy who was slightly taller than him, but the weight did not match his height at all.

It's just too light.

"Hmm~~" The sleeping boy let out a slight snoring sound, which made the person hugging the boy slightly startled, thinking that he had woken up, but saw that his eyes were still closed and there was no sign of waking up.

Seeing this scene, Ted couldn't help but smile: "This guy is actually quite cute."

"Yeah." He will no longer be like a wooden man, saying nothing will respond, "Look at him biting his thumb when he is sleeping, he looks like a child."

"Mikajie, you are quite right." There is such a quirk, probably left over from previous preferences.

On the first-class imperial battleship Rivedozal, a pair of men with the color of calm amethyst sat on a chair carved with gold silk, which was enough to prove that he was a high-ranking man on this battleship.

"Aya-chan, what happy things did you see?"

"An interesting thing." I just saw a person who had a very familiar habit with Yaoshun. After speaking, he closed his deep purple eyes and stopped looking at the subordinate's reaction.

Hugh was a little surprised by the boss's answer, but he quickly returned to his original state and continued to maintain a carefree appearance.

Lying comfortably on the warm bed, being covered with a quilt thoughtfully.

"He's causing you trouble again," Castoro said.

The two immediately denied: "There is no such thing, we had a good time, and he will leave it to you." Nodding, they quickly ran away from Bishop Castorou whose complexion was gradually turning black.

After seeing the boys leave, he walked over slowly, looking at the sleeping boy softly with red eyes, thinking that the boy was very cute.

He took away the child's name, but gave him a name.

Dreams are as dusty as illusions.

The red-haired man leaned over and placed the cross on his forehead, "May the Lord bless you." He hoped that he would always maintain this happiness, rubbed the boy's head, and left to continue his own charity clothes shop.

Until the end of the charity bazaar, the boy was still in a deep sleep state, so that Castoro had no choice but to carry the boy on his back and went back to the church.

In the middle of the night, the boy slowly woke up, and saw the room he was familiar with.

Scratching the back of his head, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and put on his shoes.

He rushed to look at the window, grabbed it and jumped up, and then jumped up without gravity until he stood on the highest top.

The boy who stepped on the spire, the faint moonlight fell on the boy, forming a faint light, which looked extraordinarily hazy, and his whole body revealed an unattainable aura.

Hands towards the crooked moon, trying to catch it.The bright moon, which seems to be close but is actually very far away, naturally cannot be grasped by the young man.

The young man who had finally put in practical actions and still hadn't received any results could not help but sigh softly.

Go down quickly, if you are seen, Cass will nag again.

Even though I thought so, seeing how far away I was from the ground, my heart began to tremble a little.

Just because he knows how to climb up does not mean he knows how to go down, he kept thinking in cold sweat.

Could it be that he had to wait for someone to rescue him?

He regretted it, and he will never climb high places again.Although it is very majestic or something, it is not as good as my own life.

The moment the fear in my heart was overcome, my body also fell from the height.

The boy said: "Ah—!"

A puppet nun jumped up to catch the falling boy.

When the red-haired bishop rushed to the young man who landed safely, he was seen trembling in the arms of the puppet nun with tears streaming down his face.

Seems terrified.

Flau, who was on patrol, stopped to look at the situation and couldn't say anything to blame. This guy lost his memory and didn't know anything, so he was curious about everything.

Flau sighed and patted Castorou on the shoulder: "Fortunately, you sent a puppet to watch him."

Mikaj and Ted, who were awakened by the exclamation, came to have a look, and they were very curious to see Huanmeng crying in the nun's arms.

"What did the dream do?" Mikaj took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the boy's weeping, and when he saw the boy being comforted, he rushed over to him. He preferred a warm embrace to a doll's cold embrace.Mikaj patted the boy on the back softly, trying to stabilize his emotions.

Ted was a little displeased that his best friend was taken by someone, but he also understood that it was something that happened based on the teenager's fear.

"He sneaked up to the top pillar to play and fell down," Flau explained.

The two nodded: "So that's the case." No need to guess, it was clear that the doll of Bishop Castoro saved the boy.

Castorou sighed and said: "Oh, this kid is really good, Mikaj will leave it to you." He just woke up and made trouble for him everywhere.

The guy was so tired from crying, he fell asleep again in Mikajie's arms with peace of mind.

Mikajie, who was upgraded to be a babysitter, reluctantly took the boy back to his room.

Seeing the young man holding on to Mikaj's military uniform, Ted couldn't help but burst out laughing, "This is exactly the same as the first time you saw it."

Because of Ted's reminder, Mikaj remembered in a daze, "That's true, if I hadn't taken off this coat, he might not let it go even if he died."

"Maybe he knew someone in military uniform in his memory." Ted judged: "After all, we don't know his origin, and he doesn't even know who he is."

"Maybe he used to be a child of a nobleman, but he forgot." His hands were as tender as a child who had never done rough work, and it could be seen that he was taken good care of.

Ted said: "Maybe." To close his mind, he must not be able to bear the stimulation given by the outside world.

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