Chapter 712: Dad

Today Memela is thirteen years old, and is fourteen years old after the Chinese New Year. In the Kingdom of Fussen, twelve to fifteen years old is the most common age for civilian women to marry. Only aristocratic girls will marry themselves Pushed back to eighteen.

The sooner you marry, the more burden you can help the family. Those sisters who work with Memila have already negotiated a marriage contract. Only the older Memela has no suitable objects.

It is not that there is no favorite object, but there is no suitable object. Marrying Memela means that the man needs to bear the debts of her family.

It was a huge debt that was enough to overwhelm ordinary civilian families. Although Memila could barely pay interest on the money she earned from her work, no sane person would be willing to carry a heavy debt for a lifetime.

It was too late to talk about marriage at the age of fifteen. Next year is Memela's last year. She must find herself a person who can entrust the rest of her life.

At the age of thirteen, I had to consider so many things, and the burden on Memila's shoulders was too much.

"You don't worry, I won't marry you to Miller's bastard. What is the Kraun family, I don't know yet" next to him, the loud noise of the father's drunk sounded again.

When he heard Dad’s chatter, Memila sighed. His dad told the truth that his nature is not bad. At least he hasn’t put Memela to a dead end. If he can quit drinking, Memela often does. Begging for gods.

Noting that the short dagger in his arms had nothing wrapped in it, Memila was worried about bumping and damaging the magical and psychedelic dagger, so she got up and took out a broken piece from the broken cabinet Unwearable clothes.

For the faint moonlight in this room, I made a small cloth bag for the short dagger using broken clothes as raw materials.

Needlework is nothing for civilian women, including the clothes on Memila and his dad, all made by Memela herself.

Seeing her daughter suddenly sit up and start doing needlework, the semi-drunken dad also stopped his chatter and looked down at the room on the wall of the house with his eyes down. The dad really felt sorry for Memira.

But what can he do? He has no specialty. He lives by raising horses for the hotel. The money he earns from raising horses is not enough for him to drink two or three meals, and because there are three days of fishing and two days of fishing, there is no hotel willing to find him Horse breeding.

He vomited a cloud of alcohol, and Father Memela's back was even more rickety.

Huddled on the bed, as if the air in his arms was his beloved Martha, Daddy Memira squinted her muddy eyes and fell asleep, only in the dream after drunk, he could see his dear again wife.

Outside the wooden window, the wind of "Hunting" made this early autumn night look even quieter.

After making a simple cloth scabbard, Memela was just about to go to bed and continue to sleep. Suddenly the warning signs were more intense, and the severity was already comparable to when her mother died.

"Who is it?!" Memela slammed out of the window.

I saw out of the window, the three black figures drew closer and closer.

"Boss, there are only two people, an old one and a small one. It seems that this time it's ten in a row."

"Hey, the little girl's consciousness is very sensitive, but it's too late."

"Don't worry about playing with a woman, kill the old one, and then ask where the magic equipment is, and don't be too late!" The head man yelled at the two Xiao He.

The dangerous breath was getting closer and closer, and the wicked voices of the three uninvited guests also reached Memela's ears, and Memela was covered with sweat.

The father who was not asleep next to him was also awakened by the sound outside. He didn't hear what the three guys outside said. He shook his head and spit out the gas and asked, "Who? Most of the night."

"Yo, still a drunk!"

"Brother, let me come!"

At this moment of low-cost loyalty, both younger brothers were very enthusiastic.

Pushing a confused dad in a hurry, Memila shouted anxiously, "Help! Someone is going to kill!"

"Help!"

"Come and save me!"

Memila just heard it very clearly. These people wanted to kill her dad, but they also had a bad intention to her. As for the magical equipment that several people said, Memila suddenly looked down at the short dagger in her hand.

"Damn it! Hurry up to block the smelly girl's mouth!" Dahan yelled at the two younger brothers, and kicked in the door as soon as he opened the door.

The wooden door of Memila's house is an old object decades ago. At night, the wind blows to the sound of whining, how can it stand the big man's corner?

"Boom!" The door was broken, and three guys wearing yellow leather armor had appeared at the door.

At this time, Memila’s father was dull and knew that the situation was not right. He was awakened by the intruders of the three intruders. Most of the mind was swayed by the bright light reflected by the moonlight at night, and it made the father’s cloudy eyes. , Illuminated the hall.

"Memila, go away!" Dad suddenly howled.

Poor at home is still a bit of a benefit. There is only one bed away. I don’t know what brought me Daddy Memila. After pushing Memela away from the kitchen, Daddy reversed the direction of the three intruders. Run away.

The wooden windows of the kitchen have also been decayed and ruined in recent years. Nowadays, there are three men blocking the door. Memila wants to escape, only through the wooden windows of the kitchen.

With the strength of a weak woman, it was easy to break through a corroded wooden window.

"Mad, is this old product not awake? Dare to rush towards Lao Tzu!" The younger brother to the left of the first big man scolded, and skillfully pulled the dagger out of his waist.

The people he slaughtered were not dozens or dozens, and his hands were covered with dripping blood. How could this old man who had been hollowed out by alcohol be his opponent.

Not to mention that he is a powerful entry-level attendant with a grudge.

"Go to death!" The younger brother on the left scolded, and first kicked the father who rushed over, and then a short sword pierced the father's heart.

"No!" Memila screamed silently as she was pushed by the dad and stumbled to the door of the kitchen.

Although the old man's body was crooked and escaped the sharp dagger under the survival instinct, the dagger still hit his left shoulder with unrelenting momentum.

The blood was slamming down, this was actually a short sword with a blood groove, showing the poisonous heart of its holder.

"Run!" Not only did the dad not cry, but he hugged the man who stabbed him and shouted to Memira, who was still in a daze.

"Want to go? Huh!" The first man did not give Memila time to respond, opened his right hand and took it to Memela. The grudge strength possessed by the low-level attendant made his speed surprisingly fast.