Chapter 712 Dad

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Memilla is thirteen years old today, and will be fourteen after the Chinese New Year. In the Kingdom of Fussen, from twelve to fifteen years old is the most common marriage age for commoners. Only noble girls will give their marriage age. Postponed to the age of eighteen.

The sooner you get married, the more burdens you can take off the family. The sisters who work with Memila have already talked about marriage contracts. Only the older Memila has no suitable partner.

It's not that there is no favorite object, but that there is no suitable object. Marrying Memilla means that the man needs to bear the debts of her family.

It was a huge debt that was enough to overwhelm an ordinary civilian family. Although Memilla could barely repay the interest with the money she earned from her work, no sensible person would be willing to carry a heavy debt for the rest of her life.

It's too late to talk about marriage at the age of fifteen. Next year will be Memilla's last year. She must find someone who can entrust herself with the rest of her life.

At the age of thirteen, there are so many things to consider, and the burden on Memilla's shoulders is too much.

"Don't worry, I won't marry you to Miller's bastard. I don't know what the Klawn family is." Beside him, the drunken father's noisy voice sounded again.

Hearing her father's chatter, Memilla sighed. To be honest, his father is not bad by nature. At least he hasn't driven Memilla to a dead end. It would be great if he could stop drinking. Memira often does this. begging the gods.

Noticing that the short dagger in her arms did not have a package, Memilla worried that it would damage this magical and psychedelic dagger, so she got up from the broken cabinet and took out a broken Clothes that cannot be worn.

With the faint moonlight in this room, I used ragged clothes as raw materials to make a small cloth bag for the dagger.

Needlework is nothing to ordinary women, including the clothes on Memilla and his father, which are all made by Memilla herself.

Seeing that his daughter suddenly sat up and started sewing, the half-drunk father stopped his chatter and looked down at the room around the house. The father really felt that he was sorry for Memilla.

But what can he do? He has no expertise. He makes a living by raising horses for hotels. The money he earns from raising horses is not enough for him to drink two or three meals.

The reason why Tiandayu spent two days on the net was that no hotels were willing to ask him to raise horses.

He spit out the turbid smell of alcohol, and Father Memilla's back became even more hunched.

Curled up on the bed, as if the air in his arms was his beloved Martha, Papa Memilla fell into a deep sleep with cloudy eyes, only in a drunken dream can he see his dear again wife.

Outside the wooden window, the sound of the "hunting" wind made this early autumn night even more quiet.

After making the simple cloth scabbard, Memilla was just about to go to bed and continue to sleep, when the warning signs in her heart suddenly became more intense, and the severity was already higher than when her mother died.

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

Outside the window, three dark figures approached.

"Boss, there are only two people, one old and one young. It seems that this time it is almost certain."

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

"Don't worry about playing with women, kill the old man, and then force the magic equipment to find out where it is, before it's too late!"

The dangerous aura was getting closer and closer, and the lewd voices of the three uninvited guests also reached Memila's ears, and Memila was covered in sweat.

The old man next to him who was still asleep was also woken up by the sound outside. He didn't hear what the three guys outside were saying, shook his head, and asked, "Who is it? Most of the night."

"Yo, he's still a drunk!"

"Brother, let me come!"

At this moment of cheap loyalty, the two younger brothers were very enthusiastic.

He hurriedly pushed the confused old man, and Memilla shouted in a panic, "Help! Someone is going to kill someone!"

"Help!"

"Come and save me!"

Memilla heard it very clearly just now. These people wanted to kill her father, and they also had bad intentions against her. As for the magic equipment they mentioned, Memilla suddenly looked down at the short dagger in her hand.

"Damn it! Go and block that stinky girl's mouth!"

The wooden door of Memira's house is decades ago

It is an old object, and the wind blows strangely at night, so how can it withstand the momentum of the big man.

"Bang!" The door was broken, and three guys in yellow leather armor had appeared at the door.

At this time, Memilla's father, no matter how sluggish, knew that the situation was not right. He was awakened by the aggressiveness of the three intruders. The bright sharp knife reflected by the moonlight in the night made the father's eyes cloudy. , was illuminated brightly.

"Memilla, hurry up!" Dad screamed suddenly.

Being poor at home is a bit of a benefit. There is only one bed away. I don't know what gave Father Memira his strength. After pushing Memilla away from the kitchen, the father turned in the direction of the three intruders. run away.

The wooden window of the kitchen has also been rotten and tattered over the years. Now there are three men blocking the door. Memilla wants to escape, only through the wooden window of the kitchen.

with a soft

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

"Made, isn't this old guy awake? Dare to come at me!" The younger brother on the left of the leading man scolded and skillfully pulled the dagger out of his waist.

The people he slaughtered were not dozens or even a dozen, and his hands were covered with dripping blood. How could this old man who was hollowed out by alcohol be his opponent.

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

"Go to hell!" The younger brother on the left scolded, first kicking the old man who was rushing over, and then stabbing the old man's heart with a short sword.

"No!" Memilla, who was pushed by her father and stumbled to the kitchen door, screamed.

Although the old man evaded the sharp dagger with his survival instinct, the dagger hit his left shoulder unabated.

Blood flowed down, this was actually a short sword with a blood groove, showing the vicious heart of its holder.

"Run!" Dad not only didn't scream in pain, but hugged the man who stabbed him and shouted to Memilla, who was still in a daze.

"Want to leave? Humph!" The big man in the lead didn't give Memila time to react, he opened his right hand and took it to Memila. The battle qi strength possessed by the low-level attendants made him extremely fast.

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