"Actually, my life in Lancaster used to be different; my parents were not in good health, and although we had help from neighbors, there were many tis when we had one al but not the next," Elanna said.
"Whenever I saw such banquets, I would think how great it would have been if my parents could have eaten this food. Perhaps they would have been fuller, and they could have stayed with a little longer."
In the end, Lily emphasized again, "Wasting is disgraceful, but in such a solemn and serious occasion, you still need to adhere to basic etiquette.
"I’m not a noble, so doing this doesn’t burden , but you need to consider what other people think," she said.
As she spoke, an incredible thought inevitably erged in her heart—
It would be great if her ideas could be understood by them!
She was always awkward, hoping for soone to reach out when she was at a loss.
But she feared her sowhat down-and-out behavior would be criticized by others.
Cautious yet adhering to principles, she had a strong sense of self-respect, yet sotis she could easily let go.
This was Lily, a contradictory and complicated girl, yet also charmingly innocent.
Hearing Lily’s words, Elanna suddenly chuckled, saying,
"Senior Sister Lily, you don’t think our family used to live well, do you? My father beca a noble just recently. I rember, before that, following him everywhere, so hungry that I felt dizzy."
Elanna, right in front of Lily, finished the food on her plate bite by bite, saying, "Those who haven’t experienced hunger don’t realize the value of food, Senior Sister Lily. I think you might have the wrong idea about ...
"I have never been the kind of noble lady who indulges in banquets and afternoon teas. I was always that little girl running around with my father. Now, perhaps, I’m just another person who dreams of becoming a Knight to protect my own country.
"It was always this way, and it will remain this way; not out of pity, but simply empathy. All this talk of eating well and drinking well... is just a dream of a little girl who almost starved to death."
"Not... pity?" Lily murmured softly.
"You know, I’ve also had tis when I wasn’t well-fed," Kael said laughingly, seeing the good rapport between the two.
Lily rolled her eyes and said, "Kael, others might not know you, but do I not know you? Protected by Lord Anthony since you were young, how could you possibly have been hungry?"
Kael pretended to be profound, saying, "Who knows, maybe it was in a past life that I starved enough."
"You speak as if it’s true... You’re just simply trying to help your senior sister," Elanna said helplessly.
"Isn’t that normal? If I, her brother, don’t help, who else will?" Kael said as he ate leisurely.
He actually had experienced hunger in his previous life, of course, that was all in the past.
Yet he still rembered the tis at ho when his parents argued over a dish of stir-fried mushrooms and at, over whether to give more at to the elderly or the children, and how that small issue turned into a heated argunt.
That was the disease of poverty, more terrifying than any disease.
Although those days passed quickly, the scenes from those days still imprinted themselves on the heart of a boy once called Ning Ruyu.
And now, the landscape within that boy’s heart had also beco a part of himself, unforgettable forever.
Perhaps because their gathering was sowhat unusual, there were also several dwarves there whispering.
So words were filled with intense contempt and aggression, casually accusing others of "nepotism" or "selling themselves."
So words carried an envious tone, whether they envied Kael for having two ladies’ company or the ladies for being with Kael.
Of course, so people greatly praised their actions.
This was normal; different voices in a circle are common. If all voices were uniform, leaving just one, it would be either extrely powerful or extrely terrifying.
Kael was used to this.
He just wanted to see the look on those guys’ faces when they wanted to kill him but couldn’t.
As ti passed, they continued eating while watching an opera perford by professionals hired by the Orean Independent Kingdom.
Kael wasn’t interested; in his previous life during turbulent tis, every opera troupe, without exception, groveled at the feet of powerful forces.
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If it weren’t for the Holy Light Shielding System that tightly protected these players, they could probably also enjoy what’s called a paradise on earth in the ga.
It’s said that because of this, the gate to the lower realms’ review was harshly criticized by various countries. It was rumored that the review departnt was from the country Kael was in his previous life, which could turn blood into white or green color, filled with Holy Light and dark pastors, a unique ga review system.
It’s said that such extre gas are easily subject to complaints from so unnad parents, although Kael knew that these complaints were likely not from parents but accusations from competitors.
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