章 1063: Lizbeth's Heaven And Hell (3)

Time passed.

The eight year old child that looked like a beggar roamed the streets collecting scraps and selling them for even less than what their value was.

After the caretaker's death, officials had come to collect her body, and the house she owned now belonged to the eight year old child.

Fortune may have sided with the child this time as nobody coveted this house and did not give the child a hard time.

The house was really just four walls of bricks on a small piece of land. Even the land was worthless as it was in a place nobody would want to come at.

The child had a roof over her head. She did not have clothes to protect her from the rain or the winter, but she had the woman's stove.

This stove had a red rock in the middle of it, which could be ignited by a small spark. This could be created by rubbing two rocks over it.