Cloud Thinking

The five-day search was quickly over. Helia's team only found four surviving children. As for the magical beasts, they did not encounter any because the area they were responsible for was too close to the military camp. Even if there were any, they would have been cleared out by the soldiers long ago.

When Helia followed Eric back to Maduo, they happened to see people arguing in front of the refugee camp near the city gate, and many people gathered around to watch.

A skinny woman with a ferocious face tightly grasped the arm of the girl in front of her who looked somewhat like her, trying so hard that she wanted to tear off her flesh.

"Why did you come back alive? But my Winnie didn't come back! You damn bitch! Why don't you just die? Why don't you die for your brother!"

The woman's voice was very sharp, piercing the ears of everyone present. Helia couldn't help but stop and stood not far away to watch this farce.

Eric also stopped with her. Seeing Helia's frown, he thought she was unhappy and waved for someone to stop her.

But Helia raised her hand to stop the actions of the people behind her, and said with an unhappy look: "Tell everyone to stop moving. I want to see what other unpleasant words she can say."

With Helia's order, no one dared to step forward and interfere. People gathered in groups of three or four not far away, occasionally looking at the screaming woman, and then glancing at Helia's expression, considering whether to continue watching the fun and risk Helia's anger, or cut their losses in time and run away.

"Did you kill your brother? You are so vicious at such a young age! Can't you just hope for your brother's well-being? What's the point of you living? Give my son back to me! Give him back to me!"

The woman pulled the girl's hair like crazy, slapped her and scratched her face with her nails, or clenched her fists and hit the child desperately. The sound of punches hitting flesh was painful, but the girl seemed to be unaware of the pain and did not hide or resist.

Princess Helia was standing not far away. I couldn't see her face clearly and didn't know what she was thinking. Maybe she was just out of a bad curiosity and wanted to see how the lower class tortured each other.

"You bitch! Go to hell! What's the point of you living? You must have killed my son! You always dislike Winnie and always bully him! How can there be such a vicious woman like you? You even killed your own brother!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you so that you can be buried with my Winnie! You don't deserve to live! Go to hell!"

The woman pinched the girl's neck tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, and the warm blood soaked her fingertips, but her eyes were full of madness. She didn't care that the child in front of her was also her daughter who she had carried for ten months of hard work and gave birth to. She was determined to kill her.

Seeing that someone was about to die, Helia took a step forward and rushed forward to pull the woman away, but the knight waiting on the side would not let Her Royal Highness the Princess do it herself, so he took the initiative to help Helia pull the crazy woman away and keep some distance to prevent her from hurting Helia.

Helia pulled over the child whose face was almost dying from being pinched. The child bent over and coughed continuously, wishing she could cough out her lungs. Helia squatted down and gently stroked her back, and wiped the saliva from her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Don't stop me! This bitch killed my son! I'm going to make her pay with her life! Ahhhhh! Let me go! Let me go!" The woman was still screaming even though she was subdued. Her eyes were red, and the look she gave the girl was filled with malice and murderous intent.

Helia didn't know why, the children who came out of her belly were treated so differently. The darling son whom she wanted to praise to the sky, and the worthless daughter who was trampled like grass under her feet, were obviously both her children, but they were treated differently just because of their different genders.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw the girl who had been hunching over raised her head, revealing a pair of extremely dark eyes. She stared at the woman who was screaming at her not far away and said in a hoarse voice, "Even if I killed him, so what?"

Helia was stunned with shock. She recognized her. Only then did she realize that this little girl was the believer she had been looking for. At the same time, she was shocked that she would say such a thing.

Mingming had just endured her mother's beatings without resisting or hiding. Helia had been waiting for her to resist, but she didn't expect that it was not until her mother was about to strangle her that she began to struggle out of her instinct for survival.

She thought that the girl had been tamed by the damn custom of favoring boys over girls, but she didn't expect that she was just waiting, or giving her last chance. She was testing her mother's intentions, waiting for her mother's love that was so thin that it was almost imperceptible.

But it was obvious that she had lost miserably. Her mother did not love her, she even hated her, so much so that she wanted to strangle her to death with her own hands, just for the sake of her son who was not good to her at all.

Oh! If that's the case, then why should she be thinking about the motherly love that she can't get?

"You know, when I stabbed the glass into his flesh, he kept screaming in pain, calling my name and your name, and his whole body was shaking in pain." The girl recounted the situation with a smile, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"I told him that he was fat and white, and if he died, he would be just right for me to eat. I have never eaten meat before, and I want to eat all the meat you didn't give me all these years from him."

"He knelt down and hugged my legs and begged me not to kill him. He said a lot of bad things about you, saying that if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have ended up like this. He hated you very much. He also said that if you were not dead after we got out, he would help me kill you."

"Ah, he called you a sow kept in a pigsty. Whenever he wanted to eat meat, you would happily cut a piece of your own body for him, and even shouted that you would repay him in the future. But you are just a sow, a sow that can be slaughtered at will. It's just that you are still of some use now, so you haven't been slaughtered."

"He also said that he felt disgusted by you every day he saw you at home. He had already decided to throw you away when he came of age. He didn't want to live with an old, ugly woman for the rest of his life."

Since a woman values ​​her son more than her own eyes, let her see how her beloved son sees her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense! I don't believe it! You bitch! You killed my Winnie and then slandered him! Go to hell, die, die!" The woman couldn't stand such stimulation and struggled to pounce on him, but the two tall and strong knights behind her held her shoulders tightly, and she could only kick her legs uselessly on the spot.

"Mother, you know, those days were the happiest time of my life. I asked him to lick my shoes and he didn't dare to disobey me. I asked him to drink slop, and he would smile and thank me for letting him drink a sip." The girl continued.

"If there hadn't been no food at the end, I would have tortured him for a while longer."

"Unfortunately, when I stabbed the glass into his flesh, he was so frightened that he trembled and didn't move. I picked the most tender flesh on his body, stabbed it in and pulled it out, cutting his flesh. His blood was so hot, just a little smelly, but it was still very thirst-quenching."

"But what's strange is that you feed him so much delicious meat every day, but why is the meat on his body so unpalatable? I took a bite and almost vomited because of nausea. It stinks and doesn't taste good."

Helia listened to the girl's horrifying words. If she hadn't seen her brother's body with her own eyes, she would have really thought that this little girl was a "gender-reversed version of Hannibal" like her.

But the people around didn't know the truth. After hearing what the little girl said, they stared at her in horror and whispered to each other. Judging from their expressions, it was probably not something good.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh! I’m going to make you pay with your life! Die, die, die! You bitch! I shouldn’t have given birth to you! You debt collector! Life-seeking ghost! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

"You are a disaster! Our family has become what it is now because of you! You killed your father! Killing your own brother is not enough! You want to piss me off to death! You bitch! You want to kill our whole family, don't you?!"

The woman collapsed and yelled, her voice hoarse, her face full of tears, and she could only utter inaudible sobs from her throat. She stopped struggling and collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, sobbing and crying, which made people feel so pitiful.

Helia retracted her gaze and fell on the little girl in front of her. To be honest, this ruthlessness in her made Helia somewhat interested.

She stood up slowly, put one hand on the girl's back and the other on her shoulder, stared at her with her eyes downcast, and said slowly: "What's your name?"

The little girl raised her head neither humbly nor arrogantly, and even when she met Helia's sapphire eyes, she did not show a trace of cowardice.

"I don't have a name."

She was no longer the same person she used to be. From the moment she killed her brother, she had decided to abandon her past. She also resolutely abandoned the name given to her by the woman who was not worthy of being called her mother.

Helia smiled, obviously satisfied with the answer. She raised her hand and touched the man's messy hair, rubbing it without any disgust, "From now on, you will follow me."

The girl looked into her eyes, and for some reason, she felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before. She didn't reject Helia's proposal. After all, she had no home now and nowhere to go. It didn't matter where she worked. She might as well seize the opportunity and stay with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Eric didn't know why Helia wanted to intervene in this matter, but as long as his sister was happy, he didn't care. He glanced at the two knights who were holding the woman, signaling them to take her away.

"Aya, if you want to find a playmate, just tell me and I will find some clean and polite girls to serve you." He strode to Helia, thinking that she took in this little girl out of pity, but to be honest, he didn't like this little girl.

Born in such a primitive and backward village, he felt no different from a savage. Moreover, he was too cruel in his words and deeds. He showed his bloodiness at a young age. If he is not taught well, he would cause disaster in the future.

It would be better for him to pick some girls with clean backgrounds and hardworking hands and feet for Helia, at least she can use them with confidence.

"I already have a lot of servants, why do I need so many more?" Helia took the girl's hand and led them slowly into the city. "I want to train this child well and use him for my own benefit in the future."

Eric didn't know what Helia was planning, but he always indulged Helia. "Forget it, as long as you like it."

Before Helia and the child had gone far, the limp woman who was being escorted behind them suddenly exerted force and broke free from the two knights. She grabbed a stone from the ground and ran towards Helia like crazy, raising her hand holding the stone high, about to hit the girl on the head.

Her action was too sudden, and she was attacked from behind. When Helia reacted and turned her head, she saw that the stone had fallen on the girl, and she didn't have time to pull it away.

Eric reacted quickly. He drew his sword and chopped off the woman's hand at the shoulder. Blood splattered all over the faces of the people around him. The arm holding the stone flew into the sky and then slammed heavily to the ground.

"Ahhhhh! My hand! My hand!" The woman screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around in pain. Blood soon flowed all over the floor. If she was left alone, she would die soon.

Eric took out a handkerchief and wiped Helia's face. The woman's blood was splattered all over her, making her very dirty.