In particular, when emotional illness broke out, I lay down on the wasteland for almost half a day and shuddered.

However, the voices collected from Averion were far from what he liked.

As he waved his sword and regurgitated the crowd, he stopped in front of a shop selling cloth.

A young woman with a child on her back was bending over, choosing fabric.

Harvits looked at the child.

�Ah, ah.�

The child, who must have just turned 10, stretched out his hand to Havitz and smiled.

Havitz held out the bloody sword to the child and slowly moved it left and right.

�iced coffee.�ah.�

The child wiggled his hand to grab the sword.

A middle-aged woman, the owner of a cloth shop, said while looking at the lively child.

�A son?�I am curious.�

�Oh, is it?�It�s rare.�He is calm at home.�

�It�s a good thing that you come out too.�Perhaps Kashan�s guardian deity is giving it a blessing.�

The baby�s mother laughed.

�Are you the guardian of Kashan?�

�This is what my grandmother told me when I was little.�They say babies can see God.�It�s a different thing from the eyes of an adult who is tired of septa.�So, in her grandmother�s days, when a baby beckoned into the air, a prayer was raised.�Please, please let my baby grow up healthy.�

�yes??????

It may be an old folk tale, but when I became a mother, I became interested in those things.

The shop owner hinted at it.

�Why don�t you try it?�You have to get down to make money.�

�Oh, is that so?�

It was embarrassing to try it, but she still closed her eyes for the sake of the baby.

�God.�

Harvitz cleared his ears and yawned.

�Please don�t let my son get sick.�And let him be a great man.�

Havitz raised her face to the baby and made a funny face, letting out an innocent laugh.

�cadet!�Aww!�

Mom was startled.

�Oh, I laughed.�Did you just hear?� JrNovels.com