Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 712: Papa

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Memila is thirteen years old today, and she will be fourteen after the New Year. In the Kingdom of Fussen, twelve to fifteen is the most common age for commoner women to marry. Only aristocratic girls will give themselves The marriage age has been pushed back to 18.

The earlier you get married, the more burden you can relieve your family. Those sisters who work with Memila have already negotiated a marriage contract. Only the older Memila has no suitable partner.

It's not that there is no one you like, but there is no suitable one. Marrying Memira means that the man needs to bear the debts of her family.

That is a huge debt that can crush ordinary civilian families. Although Memira can barely repay the interest with the money he earns from his work, any reasonable person would be willing to carry a heavy debt for a lifetime.

When I was fifteen, it was too late to talk about marriage. Next year is Mamilla’s last year. She must find someone who can entrust her for the rest of her life.

When I was only thirteen years old, I had to think about so many things, and the burden on Memira’s shoulders was too much.

"Don't worry, I won't marry you to Miller's bastard. I don't know what the Crohn family is..." Next to him, the noisy voice of the daddy drunk again Rang.

Memila sighed when he heard the old man’s chattering. To tell the truth, his dad’s nature is not bad, at least he hasn’t pushed Memila to a dead end. It would be fine if he could stop drinking, Mimi Ra often begs the gods.

Noting that the short dagger in her arms has nothing to wrap around, Memira worried that she would knock and damage this magical and psychedelic dagger, so she got up and took out one from the broken cabinet. A broken piece of clothing that cannot be worn.

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

Needlework is not a big deal to a commoner woman, including the clothes on Memira and his father, which are all done by Memira herself.

Seeing her daughter suddenly sit up and start sewing, the half-drunk father also stopped his chattering, and looked down at the room on the walls of the apprentice. He really felt sorry for Memira.

But what can he do? He has no expertise. 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. Moreover, there is no hotel for three days of fishing and two days of netting. Willing to ask him to raise a horse.

He spit out the muddy alcohol, and Daddy Memira's back became even more rickety.

Curled up on the bed, as if the air in his arms was his beloved Martha, Daddy Memela fell asleep with his muddy eyes, only in his drunk dreams, he could see again His dear wife.

Outside the wooden windows, the sound of the "hunting" wind made this early autumn night seem even quieter.

After finishing the simple cloth scabbard, Memira was just about to go to bed and continue to sleep. Suddenly, the warning signs in her heart became more intense, and the severity was already compared to when her mother died.

"Who is it?!" Memira suddenly drank out of the window.

Outside the window, three dark figures approached more and more.

"Boss, there are only two people, one old and one small. It seems that this time you are sure of it."

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

"Don't worry about playing with women, kill the old one, and then ask where the magic equipment is, and then it won't be too late!" The leader scolded at the two Xiao He.

The danger is getting closer, and the lewd voices of three uninvited guests also reach Memela's ears, and Memela's hair is standing up.

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

"Yeah, I'm still a drunk!"

"Brother, let me come!"

At this moment of showing cheap and loyalty, both younger brothers are very enthusiastic.

Hurrying to push a bewildered dad, Memira yelled out "Help! Someone is going to kill!"

"Help!"

"Come and save me!"

Memira just heard it very clearly, these people are going to kill her dad, but also have bad intentions towards her. As for the magic equipment that a few people said, Memira suddenly looked down at the short in her hand. dagger.

"Damn it! Go and stop that stinky girl!" The big man yelled at the two younger brothers, and kicked the door first and broke in.

The wooden door of Memira’s house is an old thing decades ago, and it’s usually buzzed by the wind at night. How can it withstand the big guy’s momentum?

"Boom!" The door broke, and three guys in yellow leather armor had appeared at the door.

At this time, Memira’s father was so slow that he knew that the situation was not right. He was awakened by the menacing momentum of the three intruders. The bright sharp knife reflected by the moonlight in the night made Dad even more so. The muddy eyes were brightly illuminated.

"Memela, you go!" The old man wailed suddenly.

It’s a good thing to be poor at home. There is only one bed away. I don’t know what gave Daddy Memilla strength. After pushing Memilla away from the kitchen, Dad broke in three ways. Ran in the direction of the person.

The wooden windows in the kitchen have also been decayed and broken in recent years. Now there are three men blocking the door. Memira wants to escape, only through the wooden windows in the kitchen.

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

"Mad, isn't this old man awake? Dare to come to Laozi!" The little brother on the left of the leader yelled and skillfully pulled the short sword out of his waist.

There are not dozens or dozens of people he slaughtered. His hands are dripping with blood. How is this old man whose body was hollowed out by alcohol?

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

"Go to hell!" The little brother on the left cursed, first kicked the old man who rushed over, and then pierced his heart with a short sword.

"No!" Memira screamed, who stumbled and collapsed in front of the kitchen door pushed by her father.

Although the old man escaped the sharp dagger with his survival instinct, the daddy hit his left shoulder undiminished.

The blood rushed down. This was actually a short sword with a blood groove, showing the vicious heart of its holder.

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

"Want to go? Humph!" The leading man didn't give Memira time to react. He opened his right hand and took it to Memira. The low-level attendant's vindictive strength made his speed amazing.