The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

The Queen and her Three Guardians

“What makes you riled little Lei?” a crisp voice with a harsh tone sounded filled his head.

“Oh, I seem to myself to have arrived at the Village Week of his likeness” Zhonglei awakened When the butcher called aunt Marrim greeted him.

Waita minute. What they call Pekan or Market in Meihua Village is actually no more than 10 traders who sell there. Aunt Marrim is one of the merchants in Pekan who special sell meat ingredients.

Although not many will buy Aunt Marrim's meat, but somehow she always sells meat there. One more thing that is still a secret until now is where the aunt got the meat ingredients, while the war struck and there was no one who worked as a farmer. There aren't. Even the chicken.

   Let's discuss Aunt Marrin's rude-sounding voice. The truth is, he is a gentle and loving person, especially with children.

It is said that Aunt Marrim had two children. One man and another woman. The beauty of Aunt Marrim's life is disturbed when it comes to summonses from the Northern Kingdom, the Kingdom that colonized them, which is a summons to live a military life to defend the Northern Kingdom from the Han Rebellion in the Central region here.

(Are you wondering in your heart, aunt's daughter is one of her women? Well the answer is yes. All genders are required to join the military, when the summons is on your doorstep).

   Since the departure of the two children of Aunt Marrim, the woman often stood pensively long at the end of the village road like waiting for someone to arrive. Years changed, seasons changed, the figure who was waiting for Aunt Marrim did not visit as faithful as her wait.

It is said that the news, the young man who had always faithfully awaited Aunt Marrim at the end of the village road had been killed on the battlefield. A comrade who hugged the young man until his breath was broken, came to visit Aunt Marrim and told him of all their terrible experiences during the war.

   There were about two weeks when Aunt Marrim was never seen at the end of the street as she used to stand. Then following a news again came from a war veteran who returned the military to the village after he, the veteran suffered a leg defect due to the war.

She met Aunt Marrim and told him that another young woman, who was waiting for her aunt, was killed on the battlefield. The dead girl was only a health worker, but she died at the arrow of the rebels - on the sidelines of her loyalty to the care of the soldiers of the war victims.

   The news of the young man who was waiting for this second man did not make Aunt Marrim wail in endless tears. He just nodded his head in silence and closed the door.

It is said that for two weeks the house did not see any activities. Even just a small oil lamp, it does not seem to illuminate the house at night. From that day on, everyone knew the gentle Aunt Marrim, turning into a rude woman with a loud voice.

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“Zhonglei small ! Please tell me what Old Man Baojia ordered, then I will prepare the meat as he wishes” Aunt Marrim snapped towards Zhonglei.

   Stammeredly Little Zhonglei repeated Uncle Baojia's words,

“D-two catties d-meat. Repayment only if our merchandise noodle trade has been sold ”

“Try you seriously said since. Wouldn't my old voice not be wasted? Don't know if my voice becomes raucous, then I can't shout my wares out loud.

Oh don't blame me young man. I'll beat your feet with a wooden twig over there and I'll ring your little ear so you roar all the way” Aunt Marrim's voice sounded so loud and rough.

Zhonglei, however, did not become afraid of it. He knew very well that the old woman loved him. Not later his legs are already thin it will be the target of wooden branches and small ears in the jewel.

“Oh no !. My legs will get smaller later. If I don't grow up because I'm often beaten with wooden branches.

Most likely the Academy will not be willing to accept me. After all, it had never been like I had seen a Shulam who had a thin and small body shape.”.

   That boy, Zhonglei once again thought of a profession that would be his dream if he grew up. 'Shulam' or ‘Witch'. He was obsessed with becoming a Shulam.

Stared at her little feet and those skinny hands, with contempt she sat down,

“Ah I have to turn into a little contained if I want to be Shulam. From where comes his magic power, if my body is weak and thin dry”

Again and again he, the little boy thought of a career to be Shulam.

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But isn't it a time of war and chaos like this? Who still takes the time to raise? Hm, despite doubting whether this meat was beef, Zhonglei did not care much.

As long as the stomach is full, who cares what kind of meat is served when it has been seasoned and processed into delicious food? His stomach sounded. He's feeling hungry.

   He walked while whistling down the road that was still wet from the melting snow. It's spring. It will soon be summer.

“Ah glad it will be running around in the field. Those blooming flowers must have made people forget the pain of war” inner Zhonglei.

“tak ! ouch !”

   A small stone was thrown by a person or perhaps a few people - and hit his forehead. Although it did not hurt her, she felt like her forehead had turned slightly swollen from the toss. His eyes were looking for the source of the stone.

“Taraa! Treasure or life !” Four young children of his age jumped out from behind the forest bushes. The road is indeed close to the forest to many wild bushes on the edges of the road.

   The four children consisted of one daughter and three boys. All of them were thin-skinned dry similar to Zhonglei's own state. Skinny and looks shabby.

The four of them wore masks made roughly using potently dry leaves. Meanwhile they are seen wearing fake robes made from hemp rope, which is done roughly, with the desire to give a mystical impression.

Then in the hands of each of the three boys were holding a long stick made as if it were a spear, while the little girl was wearing a small but long stick, and made to resemble the spear of the people of Shulam, but in Lei's view little-looked not at all. Perhaps more like the rough stick of past herders.

   Zhonglei stared at the four children wearing Shulam-style clothing, but once again he had to be honest with his opinion. The appearance of the four of them looked extremely pitiful. Then without hesitation he sneered,

“I think a lot after seeing your appearance. Not that people will be afraid when they are scolded by the four of you. I think people will fall for the coarse braid of the hemp rope that you are trying to make resembles a Nomrog.” robe

   His eyes then led to the spear and the magic wand in the girl's hand,

“Hm, Oh look at the spears of the three Shulams escorting the Queen. How rough the spear was. To the extent that I felt like I was going to die sitting in a rut when I saw that imitation mustika stick”

Sometimes words are sharper than a double-edged sword. The four children who had intended to fight Zhonglei were now silent in the crumbling confidence and wasted away in the abyss of nothingness. Even the girl's voice now sounded like the sound of a cat about to cry.

“What did you say little Lei? You insulted me blatantly? I who was the leader of the children throughout Meihua this” girl's voice shook. He tried so hard not to explode in tears. It seemed like he was struck by the words of harassment from Zhonglei's mouth.

   What about the queen's three bodyguards, the poor Shulams? Oh of course they also feel devastated to hear the insults of the skinny boy they always bully. Those words made them kind of flick the veil of falsehoods they made to look gallant.

All three were awakened from the daydream of shame, when ZhongLei had vanished from their sight, in the form of a thousand steps.

“Pursue and torture him. That boy is getting brave enough to insult us. It's not that he became deterred by our group's thump in the past, it seems like he's getting trained with that sharp mouth”

   The four little ones, the queen and the three false shulams rushed after Zhonglei. This time they would bang until the skinny boy wailed for forgiveness.

"I will not throw the boy into the Forest of the Shadow" threatened the fake queen

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