Lei Hu immediately discovered some faint footprints in the grass.
"Marquis, look." He hurriedly reminded.
Feng Fuce merely glanced briefly.
His deep, dark eyes looked directly toward the quiet, desolate village nestled under the night sky.
Feng Fuce coldly said, "Here they are. They haven’t gone far. Surround this place and search inside."
The pockmarked face inside the house suddenly squatted down in pain, clutching his stomach tightly.
Lai Si looked at him and quickly asked, "Mole, is your old problem acting up again?"
The pockmarked man nodded, gritting his teeth and enduring, "It’s nothing, boss. It’ll pass if I tough it out."
Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "Your stomach hurts, huh?"
The pockmarked man sat down on a nearby chair, nodding weakly.
The little one hesitated for a moment.
The reluctance was evident in her round, dark eyes.
But after thinking, she still took out the red fruit that Fang Wushen had picked for her from her little pouch.
"Here." The little one held out the red fruit and offered it to the pockmarked man.
The pockmarked man was taken aback.
Zhi’er said softly, "Stomach pain is because you didn’t eat well, that’s why I just said it’s really bad to go hungry!"
"This is the fruit that Brother Wuxi just picked for me. I originally wanted to take it home for Dad, but since you’re not feeling well, I’ll give it to you first!"
The pockmarked man looked up at Zhi’er, who was slightly tilting her little head.
Her delicate and pretty features always bore an innocent and lovely smile.
His heart was filled with guilt.
Such a small child, knowing nothing, was taken by them.
And she was so kind to believe in them and offered him her fruit.
The pockmarked man reached out, took the red fruit from Zhi’er’s hand, and put it in his mouth.
As he ate, his eyes unexpectedly reddened.
Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "Is it sweet?"
The pockmarked man choked, "Sweet."
He sighed deeply and said, leaning against the chair, "It reminded me of the wild fruits I used to pick when I was a child."
"When you were a child?" The little one tilted her little head.
The pockmarked man nodded, "I was an orphan, I grew up eating everyone’s food in the village."
"But there were years of chaos and war, and even they couldn’t feed themselves, let alone take care of me."
"At that time, I went to the woods to pick wild fruits to stave off hunger. They were very similar to this fruit you gave me, all sweet and sour."
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"Back then, I vowed that when I grew up, I would be the one to bring peace to the world, or at least contribute, be a knight of chivalry."
"To help those poor children like me who had nothing to eat, but now I..."
He angrily pounded his leg.
The pockmarked man reflected on himself and what he had done all these years!
For the sake of livelihood, he followed Lai Si and became a thief.
Luckily, this group only dared to steal and rob, but not to kill or burn.
They got caught stealing oil, caught robbing, beaten for stealing car wheels.
Once, they almost set fire to scare a wealthy family.
But they were caught before they even set it.
After coming out of jail, kidnapping this little girl was the first job they took.
Zhi’er looked at the pockmarked man with a complex expression.
She said softly, "You can also start being a knight now. It’s not too late."
The pockmarked man’s heart trembled.
He didn’t speak for a long time.
Zhi’er then ran to another part of the room, leaning against the window to look at the sky outside.