Chapter 712 (1/2)

Today, meimila is 13 years old. After the new year, she will be 14 years old. In the kingdom of Fusen, the most common marriage age for civilian women is from 12 to 15. Only noble girls will postpone their marriage age to 18.

The earlier you get married, the more burden you can unload on your family. Some of the sisters who work with meimila have already made an engagement. Only the older meimila has no suitable partner.

Not without a favorite object, but without a suitable object. Marrying meimila means that the man needs to bear the debt of her family.

It was a huge debt enough to crush ordinary civilian families. Although meimila could barely pay the interest with the money she earned from her work, which rational person would be willing to bear a heavy debt for a lifetime.

It's too late to talk about marriage at the age of 15. Next year is meimila's last year. She must find herself a person who can entrust the rest of her life.

When she was only 13, she had to consider so many things. There was too much burden on meimila's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't marry you to that bastard Miller. I don't know what the crowns are..." Nearby, Dad's drunken noise rang again.

Hearing her father's chatter, meimila sighed. His father told the truth that his nature is not bad. At least he hasn't forced meimila to a dead end. If only she could stop drinking, meimila often begged the gods.

Noting that the short dagger in her arms didn't have a package, meimila worried about whether it would bump and damage the magical and psychedelic dagger, so she got up and took out a broken clothes from the broken cabinet.

With the faint moonlight in the room, I made a small cloth bag for the short dagger with broken clothes as raw materials.

Sewing is nothing for ordinary women, including the clothes on meimila and his father. Meimila did it herself.

Seeing his daughter suddenly sit up and start sewing, the half drunk father stopped his chatter and looked down at the deserted room. The father really felt sorry for meimila.

But what can he do? He has no expertise. He makes a living 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, no hotel is willing to find him to raise horses for the reason of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.

He vomited heavily the turbid smell of wine, and father meimila's back was more bent.

Curled up in bed, it seemed that the air in his arms was his beloved Martha. Father meimila narrowed his muddy eyes and fell asleep. Only in his drunken dream could he see his dear wife again.

Outside the wooden window, the wind of "hunting" makes this early autumn night more silent.

After making a simple cloth scabbard, meimila was just ready to go to bed. Suddenly, the alarm became more intense, and the severity was more serious than when her mother died.

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

Outside the window, three dark figures came closer and closer.

"Boss, there are only two people, an old one and a small one. It seems that we are sure this time."

"Hey, hey, the little girl is very sensitive. It's a pity that she's late."

"Don't worry about playing with women, kill the old one, and then ask where the magic equipment is, and then it's not too late!" The first big man yelled at the two little he.

The danger was getting closer and closer, and the obscene voice of the three uninvited guests also spread to meimila's ears. Meimila was sweating all over.

The father who was not asleep next to him was also awakened by the sound outside. He didn't hear what the three guys outside said. He shook his head, vomited wine and asked, "who? In the middle of the night."