Half-elf Notebook

Rick West, an old soldier of the former Blackstone Fortress, once had a family.

As a fortress located on the edge of the kingdom's border, Blackstone Fortress has always been the first line of defense for the Fulant Kingdom against orc invasions.

Until that night ten years ago, the night the fortress fell, burning the night sky red.

Rick, who broke through the siege and was separated from his wife, led the dozen or so remaining soldiers and nearly a hundred civilians to flee to the city in a panic.

The orcs' army was eventually defeated by the assembled armies of various cities and kingdoms, and the kingdom's territory was preserved.

But to this day, Rick has not received any news about his wife.

The scorching sun was setting in the west, and the orange-yellow glow of dusk was scattered on the eaves, reflecting the town scene that could only be seen at this time.

With the arrival of dusk and sunset, taverns opened their doors one after another to welcome workers who had finished a day's work, adventurers who had just received commissions, and merchants who came from far away.

The tavern owner wanted to take every groce in their pockets.

Of course, for Rick, this is just something he sees every day in this small town.

Passing through the commercial district and several streets bordering the civilian area and the slums, Rick returned to his home.

However, what was different this time was that there was a white-haired girl in front of his house, and that girl was undoubtedly a wanderer.

Wanderers are literally people who have no fixed residence.

Because they did not pay enough taxes, they were not protected by the laws of the kingdom.

Rick had every right to drive him away or notify the patrolling soldiers.

The other party obviously also noticed the arrival of Rick.

Her eyes revealed fear and anxiety, as well as a hint of...dead despair.

In slums, homeless people are like rats in a sewer at all times.

Some people are willing to spend a few coins to get rid of them, but most of the time they don't want them to appear at their doorstep.

"Um...would you like to come in and sit down? It's a bit cold to be alone at the table." Rick raised the food he just bought and asked:

Rick has seen quite a few vagrants.

Especially for Blackrock Fortress, which is a front-line fortress, there are reports of villages or small towns being harassed and attacked almost every year.

It was common for refugees to arrive in large numbers at the fortress and surrounding towns.

He even saw a father selling his child to a slave owner for two or three kingdom silver coins.

Rick didn't know why he said this...

Perhaps it was because what he saw today reminded him of the past, or perhaps it was Bismarck's words that reminded him of the once complete family...

Regardless, the fighter did feel a little homesick.

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Xue looked at the man in hunting clothes who suddenly appeared with fear. If it were her in the past, she would have run away without hesitation. But now, facing her immobile body, Xue could only close her eyes silently.

No matter if the other party beat her up for her filthiness or asked the guards to drag her back to the slums out of disgust.

She chose not to resist at all. With such a huge disparity in power, everything would only cause pain and hurt.

"Um...would you like to consider coming in and sitting down? It does feel a bit cold to be alone at the table." What Xue expected did not happen.

On the contrary, the words of the man in hunting suit made her stunned.

"He seemed to be inviting himself...inviting a dirty beggar into his house, inviting her to have dinner with him?"

This was probably the funniest joke Xue had heard this year. If her throat was a little better, she would have laughed out loud by now.

"After all, have you ever heard of a normal person politely asking a passing beast to sit at the side of the table and share dinner with him?"

"That's funnier than the jokes that young clerks in the tavern tell to amuse their lovers."

Unfortunately, she no longer had time to discern and think. The brief last burst of light began to fade, and everything in front of Xue's eyes became darker and blacker.

Then she quickly fell into darkness and lost consciousness again.

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As Xue lost consciousness, her body, which was barely supported by her will, fell to the ground sideways like a puppet without its strings.

There was no way Rick didn't see Xue losing consciousness and falling down. Although he didn't know why this happened, he didn't intend to sit idly by.

Rick took a step forward with his left foot, and a small but clearly visible gust of dust blew up around his feet.

In the next moment, Rick had crossed the several meters between him and the snow.

He supported his weak body, which should have touched the ground, in a half-squatting position.

However, the bag of food in his left hand did not look like he was going to spill it.

If a professional with strong strength saw this scene at this moment, he would probably be so shocked by Rick that he would be speechless.

That is the instantaneous explosive power and the almost terrifying body control and physical fitness that ordinary supernatural beings cannot achieve, and at the same time, it can all come to an abrupt end at the right time.

This is enough to illustrate his extraordinary identity.

Rick picked up Xue and walked towards the door of the house.

In the dusk, his shadow was elongated as usual, but there was a slight difference.