Badge in Azure

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The northern port of the Skochenja Empire, Ceylon City.

The torrential rain came suddenly, pouring through the gap in the fort. The sky was as black as dragon blood ink, the fishing boat shrank in the harbor, the huge waves washed the dam, and slammed into it, splashing a dozen meters of water mist, making a loud noise.

The rainwater accumulated and quickly spread in the slums, and the water on the streets became deeper and deeper. Drainage systems that have not been repaired for at least five years will not play any role. In a moment, the slums are already vast.

The Ceylon City in Magnolia Bay is no longer the past, the withering fishing industry has limited income, and the city's adults are helpless. To repair the drainage system, at least one magician who understands alchemy and a large number of magic apprentices are needed. It takes thousands of gold coins to draw drawings alone. There have been no magicians in Ceylon for at least two hundred years, and the city hall has almost become a decoration.

Lightning ripped through the sky, the thunder came slowly, and electric snakes flew to illuminate the city under the storm. On the empty street, a ten-year-old boy darted into the water and flinched.

The teenager was very thin, and his short brown hair was cut unevenly. The rain rushed over his eyelashes, preventing his eyes from opening. The young man's nose and mouth exhaled a little white gas, and his legs were shaking all the time. He hugged a paper bag tightly, which was the meal he asked for today.

Bang!

With a loud thunder, the teenager finally couldn't keep up and fell to the ground. His face was buried in the water, and he quickly coughed. He struggled desperately and wanted to stand up again. But his thin body couldn't hold on anymore, he just turned over and fell into a coma. Until he lost consciousness, the boy's hand was still clutching the oil paper bag tightly.

The rainstorm raged for nearly two hours and the sky cleared. The stagnant water slowly receded, and pedestrians appeared on the street. The unconscious boy was rushed under an eave and leaned against a horse-horse stone.

The door was pushed open, and a guy dressed as a servant saw the unconscious boy and ran up with one foot, and said angrily: "If you want to eat, go away, don't die here."

His voice was sharp and bleak, resembling the castrated heroes of the Tangulas imperial court. The teenager woke with a moan from this kick and coughed violently. He felt hot all over and knew he had a fever. The oil-paper bag in his hand was also clenched tightly subconsciously, and the teenager sighed with relief, rolled over and climbed two steps away, struggling to open the oil-paper bag.

The rice paper bag is already mouldy Chen Mi. He had intended to go home and cook it before eating. At this time, he couldn't wait anymore. If he didn't eat anything, he didn't have the strength to walk.

Chen Mi was chewed like sand in the mouth of a teenager, and swallowed into his stomach.

"Immortal!" The fierce servant saw that the teenager could not stand up and took a hard sip before turning back into the door.

The teenager lay on the cold ground, barely swallowing half a pack of raw rice, and then he wobbled up and walked to the east of the city without looking back. His home is outside the city. If it doesn't go back after dark, there will be another rain, and he will be frozen to death on the street.

A fat businessman walked out of the scarlet door behind him. He was wearing inferior silk and his hair was oiled, as if he had been exposed to rain.

"Huh? Isn't that Metatron's kid? What's his name?" The obese businessman looked at the teenager's back and asked the two servants behind him.

"Sarin, sir, his name is Sarin." The servant smiled flatteringly, his voice like a chicken with his neck pinched. The three masters and servants described lasciviousness, and looked at the teenager with extremely bad eyes.

"Why is he not dead yet?"

"Who knows, doesn't know that **** will still give him food." Another servant replied angrily.

"Huh, pay attention to it. If he dies, he quickly buys the house. So as not to let others take advantage of it." The fat businessman said casually, twisting his cumbersome flesh and turning to walk in another direction .

"Yes, sir." The servant followed carefully, and both of them could almost hide in the shadow of the fat businessman.

The night was as cold as water, and the teenager named Sarin dragged his tired body out of Ceylon. He held the oil paper bag, left the road, and moved back to the ancestral house after three steps.

This huge stone house was the last property of the Metaline family, and Sarin pushed the door open and shook it into the house.

The stone wall was covered with moss, exuding a chill, and all the windows outside the two-story house had no glass, making this lonely stone house look gloomy and desolate.

Sarin took a breath and finally returned home. He almost climbed up the stairs and went back to the bedroom, falling to the bed. The bed board, like the wall, is wet, cold, and hard.

The clothes were soaked in rain, and the hair was blown back all the way, semi-dried and stuck to the body. This is Sarin's only dress. Sarin struggled to get up, took off his clothes, and laid it on the bed. The oil paper bag is placed on the side of the head, and the waist is very painful. Looking down, it is already dark.

This was kicked by the servant. Sarin gritted his teeth and lay down. As long as he fell asleep, these pains would be gone.

Moonlight and cold wind poured in from the window, without poetry. Sarin felt hot and had a headache. If you continue to burn like this, you will lose your life. He struggled to get up and pulled a box from the bed.

The lock on the box had been removed long ago, and the gilt lock had been replaced with food for a week. No one bought insect-proof camphor boxes. Sarin was going to use it to burn fire someday.

Open the box, inside is a pile of messy notes. Most of them were debt documents, and Sarin found a metal badge from it and stuck it on his forehead. A cool feeling came from the forehead, and the headache seemed to be much better. Sarin sat on the ground, watching the bills in the box weep.

The Metatron family was once a noble, and this surname was once a symbol of wealth in the north of the empire. But in the Salin generation, the Metatron family had nothing. These debt certificates have also become waste paper. Those who owed money back then died long ago. The change of power and the chaos of war caused the Metterlins to gradually decline.

If the debtor is still alive, with these loans, Sarin will be enough to buy ten Ceylon cities.

The badge on the forehead is a sign of the Metterlin family. This slap badge, Salin, was not sold. Like these bills, the badge is a relic left by his father.

When Sarin was six years old, his parents died, leaving him only the suitcase and the ancestral house. Six-year-old Sarin didn't have any skills to make a living, so he had to live off his ancestral house. The black-hearted businessman will naturally not miss the opportunity to make a fortune. What do six-year-olds know? Less than half a year, Sarin sold everything in the house.

Now Sarin is twelve years old, because of malnutrition, it looks like he is only ten years old, thin and weak.

He didn't sell this ancestral house, not because he didn't want to sell it, but the real estate business had to go through the formalities in the city hall and could not be faked. Several businessmen who coveted his house simply did not buy it, only to wait for Sarin to starve to death. As soon as Sarin died, the house became an unowned thing, and he only needed to buy land, which was hardly counted.

But Sarin's life was hard, and he lived until he was twelve years old by begging.

Sarin fell to the bed, the cool feeling brought by the family badge spread all over the body, the pain in the waist was also relieved a lot, and Sarin fell asleep. He didn't know if he would wake up after falling asleep this time.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Sarin opened his eyes fiercely and sat up. The sunlight outside the window shone into the house, and the dust everywhere.

It was a weird thing that someone knocked on the door early in the morning. Sarin ’s ancestral house was not close to the road, but at the foot of the mountain, even through a small forest. Since Sarin had nothing to sell, no one had come to him.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of knocking on the door continued, and Sarin jumped out of bed. He felt much healthier and no longer had a fever. Put the family badge back in the box, tuck the box under the bed, and Sarin went down the stairs to open the door.

Yesterday, I came back groggy and forgot to latch the door. Sarin was a little bit afraid that there would be beasts in this place. If he touched it, he would be eaten in his sleep.

With a squeak, the sun shone warmly. Tree shadow Xiao Shu, standing in the scattered light and shadow is a middle-aged man with long black hair, gray robe, and a wooden staff in his hand.

This man is less than forty years old, with sword eyebrows, long eyes, and no whiskers. He was wearing a huge ring on his hand holding a wooden stick, and the silver and black ring was engraved with complex symbols. Sarin was slightly distracted. This middle-aged man was dressed very strangely. Could it be the priest of the Holy See?

The expression of the middle-aged person looks very gentle, but this kind of gentleness is like a noble manner, that is just his habit, and it has nothing to do with you.

The begging career has made Sarin sensitive. He knows who can talk and who needs to stay away. But this middle-aged man knocking on the door is completely different from the people in Ceylon City. He clearly stood in front of him, but Sarin could not feel the existence of this person.

The middle-aged man smiled at Salin Road: "How about your adult?"

This man is from a foreign country. Why can't people in Ceylon know this hapless man. Sarin's heart calmed down, rubbing his forehead with his hand, and said, "There is no one else here, sir, what are you doing?"

Sarin asked politely, trying his best to calm down. If you want to live, don't make people feel annoying, this is Salin's twelve years of life experience.

"Oh." The middle-aged man looked at Sarin in surprise. Sarin came out in a hurry, wearing only shorts and bare top. There is also a big slap mark on his forehead, which is left by the family badge.

"This house is yours?" The middle-aged man asked gently.

"Yes." Sarin's eyes turned to the ground, his brown pupils contracted. Isn't this a robber?

"That's it. I want to buy this house. Can I go in and talk?"

Buy a house? Sarin was a little overwhelmed by the news. He had long wanted to sell the house and then go to work in the city. Even if you help people deal with fresh fish, you can mix and eat. But the apprentices are always in charge of whatever they eat. If he goes to work, he will starve to death in the first month. Sarin turned sideways blankly: "Come in."

The middle-aged man walked into the stone house, the dust under his feet disappeared without trace, the fresh wind blew through, and there was no damp smell in the living room. Sarin held back the excitement, closed the door, and carefully calculated how much money was appropriate.

The middle-aged man's gaze swept gently, and everything in the room fell into his eyes. Sarin can be said to be a wall of apprentices, and there is nothing to appreciate. The middle-aged man was very satisfied, he turned around and asked Sarin: "You said this house is yours, but can you have a deed?"

"I have." Sarin nodded, but didn't go to the bedroom to find the deed. Now that he is a bit older, he naturally understands the things that businessmen cheated on him when he was a child, and he has become more cautious in doing things.

The middle-aged man smiled and reached out to touch Sarin's head, saying: "Don't worry, I'm a magician and won't lie to you. You said, how many gold coins does this house plan to sell?"

gold! Sarin's eyes lit up, and he changed the things in the seller, never getting gold coins. A four-foot oil painting left him with only one silver coin when he took it away. The gilt candlestick was replaced with two silver coins. This is still a conscience. When he was six years old, a businessman moved the entire cabinet and left only two breads for Sarin.

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