"Oops, oh! Contrast, Your Excellency! I didn't see the way." Katrina saw Daj's flashy leather armour and beautifully engraved longsword and sobered up as she bumped into an apprentice warrior in an adventuring group, not one of the drudges in the caravan, and this was the time to show the proper courtesy to a nobleman, otherwise it would be an offence.
Daj looked into Katrina's red eyes with a refined smile on his face and said, "No, it's not you, it's me who's been waiting here for you, beautiful lady."
"I'm here every day at this time, just to see you." Daj said as he held Katrina steady in a gentlemanly manner, his hands gripping her snow white arms in affection.
Katrina's heart was beating like a frightened deer at this point, the blood rushed to her head and her mind went blank. It was as if the harness had strangled her belly so tightly when she had tied her petticoat that morning that she couldn't breathe for a moment.
"Ah! Sir."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was so rude!" Daj took a quick half step back, released her hand and continued, "I wonder if I might know your name, beautiful redheaded lady."
Katrina's face was as red as an apple and her eyes dared not meet his heated gaze, she simply said in a frenzy of emotion, "I'm not a lady, I'm just a dancer, my name is Katrina."
Daj took a step forward with his right leg and knelt on one knee in front of Katrina's body, startling the little redhead and as she was about to run away, Daj pulled out a golden round cut-out lucky grass pattern bell from his pocket, a red fire essence stone the size of a pea could be seen rolling around inside, Daj pulled Katrina who was about to turn away and tied the bell gently around her waist skirt as if she had done her job A sunny, triumphant smile appeared on her face.
Without even saying a word, he stood up and gave Katrina a standard knight's salute and turned to run away.
That first meeting left Katarina like a fairy tale princess, and the joy that fell from the sky had Katarina singing for the next few days.
When they met again, it was three days later. Daj actually gave Katrina a warm, tight leather dress, which was very warm, and when the girl knew that the handsome, young warrior apprentice Daj was in love with her, and that she was very fond of Daj, the second gift was much easier to receive, and the two even gave a kiss on the cheek when they parted.
Sometimes love is as simple as that, and when a handsome and wealthy young nobleman is courting one of the girls in the dance troupe, it is rare that he meets one of them across the mountains, often two or three times, and the mood is slightly more romantic, but as in this silvery white world, what could be more touching than a young nobleman waiting in the snow and wind with a gift in his hand? To be cared for in the midst of hardship, to be warmed in the midst of loneliness, to be touched in the midst of the mundane, it was as if the whole world was revolving around Katarina.
If she hadn't been outside with her trousers down, she would probably have gotten frostbite on all three legs and perhaps Katarina would have been eaten by Daj. Ouch! It was so cold in the New Siacis Mountains, not that there was even a blizzard. Katrina was Kiger's newly chosen maid of honour, so she treasured her job and never dared to stay outdoors for too long, and no matter how much Daj tempted her, she could not persuade Katrina to go to his tent. This situation continued for three months, with Daj's irascible temper becoming more and more uncontrollable, his smile becoming stiffer and his words sometimes so cold that they made people shiver.
In fact, anyone else in that group of young noble fops would have been impatient and on the verge of an outburst. For they just wanted to lull the dancing girls into bed with little gifts and sweet words of love, which were far more interesting and tasty than just throwing gold coins at people's faces. But there was never any patience for long, and if they met a squirming one they would just take care of it with gold coins, or they would use force, as in the case of status and power.
One day later, she discovered something. It was a coincidence that on that day, Kiger wanted to eat hard-boiled eggs. The golden bell was strung up with a red string and hung around her neck, and every day it made a beautiful sound, as sweet as her heart at the moment. heart was as sweet.
The whole caravan was moving forward non-stop during the daytime, except that the Thunder Rhino team was walking at the front, the Thunder Rhino's thick legs stepped into the snow more than two feet deep and then pulled out, they would kick the snow off the road, more than seventy Thunder Rhinos walked down in column, just to carve out a path between these mountains and ridges, the path was very difficult to walk on, so the whole caravan was moving no faster than walking, even slower. The supplies truck was at the front of the entire convoy, so this had the advantage that every time you went to the logistics truck to collect something, you didn't have to care whether the convoy would stop or not, but jumped off the truck directly, ran all the way to catch up with the logistics truck at the front, knocked on the door, and then just jumped off the truck and waited patiently. When your own caravan came up behind you, you handed your belongings to the person who met you and climbed in.
Katrina jumped out of the car and ran forward, the bells around her neck and her red ponytail swaying and ringing in time with the rhythm of her running. But after only a dozen steps, Katrina stopped as she heard a familiar voice speak.
"Gee, why are you so nasty, I want you to stay with me this afternoon too, those little girls are going to learn a new dance with Wuniang this afternoon, I'm warm there and can ... can ..." The voice soft and sweet, with infinite temptation. Just by the sound of her voice, I know it is Moira, this woman with one sixteenth of elven blood always likes to show off her pointed ears, always trying to prove that she is a little more noble than others, in fact, not all he. Fuck. It's a**.
"What can I do?" The man's voice asked with a bad smile.
Sometimes a few words alone can knock a whole person down into the abyss of doom, and at this point Katrina's heart felt like it was being squeezed hard and clenched hard by someone's hand, even though she hadn't taken a trip into the abyss, and the whole heart was still pounding powerfully being clutched in her hand unable to release it, hard!
The man's voice happened to be Daj's voice.
Katrina regretted that she had been too reserved to give the two men a little more of a chance; perhaps chastity was really not too important for such a beautiful love. She thought to herself: if only I had given him my body earlier, perhaps he would have treated me better. Maybe he would have loved both and wanted to marry both? A dancer is a dancer, and if she enters the gentry, she is not likely to be promoted, even if she is small, she is better than in the troupe!
"What do you want me to say?" Moira whispered.
Daj hesitated and a giggle escaped her throat, "Wait a bit longer, I've been grinding sheep for three months, maybe this time it'll work. I'll see you tonight!"
"Hey, we're talking here, aren't you afraid she'll hear you?"
"It's fine, she has fire essence bells hanging around her neck, hey, when she walks she'll jingle, she can hear it from as far away as she can. When she can't get away from me, I'll show her where that thing should hang!" Daj laughed triumphantly, the sound like the pleasure he felt after teasing someone.
"Why are you guys so bad? It's so annoying. I'm a good girl, I haven't been assigned a job by the Damsel yet, or else the Seventh Mother had the face to ask for it, or else it would have been your turn?" Moira laughed along with her cheekily.
"What are you talking about, looking down on me?" Daj was a little unpleasant.
"If you're having fun, why are you cheating on people's feelings?" Moira didn't condescend to him, but stabbed him instead.
Daj lost his temper and said with a smile, "You don't understand, we're just playing with our feelings. I can't stand it, why don't we go to your place now?"
"Fifty dimes a time, don't just eat it all up like last time."
"You're right, I'll pay you less than that."
The sound of the two men laughing and giggling became more and more distant.
Sometimes people who have lost themselves will hypnotise themselves into the best scenario they can envisage, but it always pales in comparison. The dancers in the troupe all danced for a living, but only long enough to be in such a sex scene that when someone did hold up a gold coin to their head, these women, who lived a life of paper and gold, would catch it and shove it into their cleavage. The idea was that one day they would make enough money to run away to a small town in the middle of nowhere, and then who would know if the beautiful woman who was always throwing gold coins was a** or a noblewoman, and what would be the point of knowing.
This should have been inaudible paragraph happened to be heard, and surprisingly the heart suddenly did not hurt, but rather a shudder and gratitude after the robbery, to know at this time to see the darkest of his heart, or he will be the last piece of his shame secretly torn off when happened to be glimpsed by Katarina, remembered mother once said to Katarina that as a dancer you are no longer qualified to talk about any love. To put it bluntly there was no choice at all, what did love or bread really want? Just love and risk ending up with nothing, or just bread and end up reducing yourself to a slave to money. Or choose both, but how can you know that there is really a true man at the end of the sea of misery, if the other end of the sea of misery is still a sea of misery?
In fact, this is the main reason why Kiger chose Katrina as his personal maid of honour. Katrina is also a girl of orcish blood, she has no bloodline talent, but she has beautiful red eyes inherited from her mother, a half-beast slave girl with orcish rabbit blood. Orc rabbits are not common on Roland, they come from Icarus in the East and are poached by slavers. Katrina is a quarter orc of sorts, and although she has little bloodline talent, half-blood girls can be very pretty, and apart from inheriting her mother's red eyes, her hearing is ten times better than normal, much sharper even than an orc werewolf.
Katrina's bells had been tinkling in the north wind, only they were so far away that Daj couldn't hear them at all. That was when Katrina was thinking, at least there is the Seventh Maiden, at least I can still follow her and share in her man's favours. When a lady of a noble house gets married, she has to prepare a dowry decent enough as well as befitting her status, and Katarina thought that her future fate might not be so bad, and that her heart, frozen to ice by the backwinds of the New Ciachis mountains, had not been shattered by those heartless words; she was more like a weed hiding under the ice and snow, waiting for summer to come and for it to melt.
Kig and I looked at the redhead sitting on her knees on the carpet in front of us, two lines of tears trickling down her white face. I didn't know exactly what to say to comfort her, but Kiger, a little flustered and annoyed, stood up and slammed the door to her room. I was in a state of distress: this aunt was just going to walk away and leave me with this mess? I was so young, could I catch it?
In fact, I had to take it or leave it.
Katrina saw Kiger leave without a word, instead wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand herself, exhaling gently in a flat voice, her big beautiful eyes blinking at me, and flopping me down on the carpet. Nibbling on my little ear with her teeth she said softly, "Ja, you can't tell anyone the secret of my ear!"
"Ear what secret? Let me see." I played dumb and cute.
"Haha!"
So I found out another secret, that Katrina couldn't have her ears pulled, as soon as they were pinched she would go limp and have no strength at all, not even to resist, even when pinched by a little kid like me. I thought that although I was younger now, I was as fit as a 12 or 13 year old in the old world, that I could jump into a frozen lake and bathe, that I could jump from a height of six or seven metres, that I could run ten laps around the camp without getting tired, that I could carry 27 guinea pigs with Kurtz from the wilderness all the way back to the camp. But I was sad to find out that if I let go of Katarina's ear when I was playing, she could spank me on the carpet with just one hand, or even have my face crushed by her towering peaks, and I could hardly catch my breath.
The playfulness was also an outlet, and sometimes it took our minds off our sorrows as quickly as possible.
I was so tired that I sat down in the corner of the dance studio and begged for mercy saying, "I'm convinced, no more fun!"
Katrina, obviously a little crazy from playing, just laughed like a big kid and then sat down with her back to me, exposing her back to me.
"What for?" I asked curiously, she only turned her back to me when she was undoing her skirt again.
"Help me untie it!" Katrina, after all this and after her reckless banter with me, spoke to me much more naturally, as if she were ordering her brother around.
"This is a dance studio, why are you taking off your dress here?" I asked as I tugged at the live knot in the rope.
Katrina tugged at the crumpled, flared cuffs and frowned and pouted, "Look, it's all wrinkled! How can I wear this, it's a very unmanageable dress and I only have one decent outfit, it's not like I can wash this, the hem won't hold up if I do, do you think you'll take it off now and hang it up, maybe these folds will slowly disappear?"
I was a bit dumbfounded, "Ah, I suppose they will!"
"It's okay, Sister Singh might have an idea, she's a seamstress." Katrina instantly loosened her frown again and reassured herself.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked Katrina calmly from behind her back.
"What? You were so gentle, it didn't hurt me at all, just please don't pull my ear next time, okay?" Katrina looked down and removed her court dress, wearing only the silk petticoat underneath, and carefully folded it in half to hang over her arm.
I turned to the front of her body and pressed my small hand against the small of her back and said, "It's here."
That was where she had been kicked by Ming Qian, she had been kicked a few metres away and that kick was definitely not light.
"It hurts a bit, it's not easy to see here, let's talk about it when we get back. Sister Singh has a potion there to reduce the swelling." Katrina said.
We both gently pushed open the dance studio door and tiptoed towards our bedrooms, it was late by this time and the caravan was silent as the dancers in the caravan had gone to bed.
"You're so strong."
"Ah! I'm fit as a fiddle." Katrina picked me up with one arm.
"Why don't you go to war college, you're in such good shape?" I knocked Katrina's arm with my fist and found it very tight and flexible.
Katrina said, "It's expensive to go to school, and I have a brother at home, so how could I possibly go to school as a girl? Girls don't need military service either, my brother will have to serve in the army in the future, he has to go and learn some battle skills to survive in battle, this time I can go home and buy him the cheapest sentry sword he has liked for a long time."
"Oh!"
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