Book2:KigdomIteDreams
thereisastrawhut,whereawomanoftenlived.OnedayIslippedinwhileshewasawayandlookedaround.Icopiedherstyleandmadeformyselffurniturethatsuitsmeandmyneeds.” “Yes.Yes.”Mr.Fingernoddedandsaid,“ThatwomaniscalledLotus.SheisoneofDimitri’sbeauties.Ah!Whatalovelywoman.Butsheistoobigandtallforme.” “Whataboutme?”askedVio,givinghimawhiteeye?“DoIsuityou?” 4 “Ofcourseyousuitme”answeredMr.Fingercheekily,gettingclosetoherandinhalingthesweetnessrance.“Ofcourseyousuitme.Youareheaven’sgifttome,justasIamheaven’sgifttoyou.syoubetterthanmeinsize.” “Shameless!”smiledVio,halfiandhalfinannoyance.“Youareimpudent!” Mr.Fingerjustsmiledather,pletelysmittehoughtofsomethingandasked,“HowdidyouandDimitribeesuchmortalenemies?LikeIsaid,heisamellowguy,agoodman,muchlikeabrokenballkickedaroundbyeveryone.Howdidhebeeyourenemy?”Vio’seyesnarrowed,beinghardandcoldassharpknives. “Doyouknowheoncekilledawomanusiremelycruelmethods?Hetiedherhandsandhungheruponatree.Heorderedherchoppedintwofromthewaist.Wheitedlowerbodyyinapoolofbloodontheground,herupperbodywasstillhangingfromthetree.Iwasonlyafetusthen,butIburstfrommymother’swombatthatmomentorItoowouldhaveperisheduhesword!” Mr.Fingerwasalwaysveryetric,doingwhateverhefeltlike,wheneverhefeltlikeregardlessht,trueorfalse.Notwaitingtohearthewholestory,heflewinteandcried, “Rascal!Rascal!HedarestodothingsthatevenIdarenotdo!Don’tbeafraid.Iamhere.IsweartoGodforthelifeofmeIwillhelpyougetridofhim!“Viotinued, “Iwastileaobemasterofmyownasatthe