Son of the Tower

Chapter 65 Only Birth and Suffering Are Different Between People
"What kind of life do the people of the archipelago live?" Mars asked Fantine in a low voice after comforting the veteran.

He didn't want the veteran to hear that the way the old man cried made Mars feel sad for no reason-he must have had a sworn feud with this man named Andy, but until he witnessed his death, the old man seemed Still can't believe this scene is real.

What made him so afraid.

Mars didn't understand, he could only ask Madame Fantine.

"Mortals like them who have no spiritual powers and abilities, if they are unlucky and not born in the civilized circle, their average standard of living is not as good as the wild cats near the tower." Ms. Fantine's answer made Mars lose his mind.

Is it even worse than the wild cats rummaging through the garbage bins near the tower?

No, no, wild cats are wild, but with the influx of new apprentices this year, there are plenty of children who are willing to feed them.

...That is to say, many mortals like veterans who live outside the circle of civilization are not even as good as wild cats. Even if they are soldiers and workers, they are not even qualified to eat freeze-dried food...even in their lifetime. Won't see freeze dried in their bowl.

Mars walked up to the veteran: "I feel that you hate that guy, don't you?"

"...Yes, but I actually don't hate him personally, but I hate his family." The veteran looked at Mars, finally blinked, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "When I was very young, Nan There was a famine in Yan. My mother and father sold them, but the food they got in exchange was not enough to keep the five children alive. Brother and sister, they were all trying to find a way, but in the end... only I survived. "

"Is no one willing to give you food on credit?" Looking at the veteran in front of him, Mars lit a cigarette for him with his psychic power.

"Andy's grandfather obviously had a lot of grain, but he refused to lend us credit, because in their opinion, we were doomed to starve to death... My sister finally exchanged herself for two bags of grain, Gao Lord Angel of the Pagoda, you must not be able to imagine how cruel this world is, everything on my sister is only worth two bags of grain..."

Mars bit the corner of his mouth—it turns out that there are too many people in this world who are sadder than me. I thought that losing my father was the most miserable child, but in this world, I am no more sad than others.

"This is a cruel world. Mars, as powerful as a sage, can't change everything." Fantine reached out and patted Mars on the head.

Her comfort did not make Mars feel better, and he sat next to the veteran: "Ma'am, Northernism says to create a world without oppression... Will such a world really exist?"

"Maybe, but I haven't seen it." Ms. Fantine sighed after she finished speaking, and she took out her cigarette case. The lady's cigarette was long and thin, and she lit a cigarette for herself: "I am An mechanized human being, when I was a human, I was born in the Eastern Kingdom of the Westland. When I was young, Northernism dragged the whole country into a war like hell. Good friends killed each other... My family members died at the hands of the Northernists. They called such killings what they deserved. I was only eight years old at the time. I escaped alone and fled into the southern Thai Caravan, my father knew the caravan sir... but my younger brother and sister didn't have such a chance, they died and all their heads were cut off... so Mars, you ask me this question, I will never There will be no answer."

After speaking, the lady sat down on a rock where the ruins were still intact.

Myers sighed. He didn't know how to comfort Fantine. He had never heard his history teacher mention this.

"Miss of the High Tower, I'm sorry, but I also want to tell you that the nobles occupy everything in this port, and a mortal like me is nothing more than their commodity after all. Your childhood lived in luck , Of course you will think that Northernism is a murderer and a barbarian, but look here, in order not to let her younger brother starve to death, a sister sold everything she owned, her hair, her teeth, even her Eyeballs and organs were also sold to merchants by her."

When the veteran said this, he took out a small red book from his breast pocket: "I am a Northernist, and I have been since I was 15 years old. Mentor, who was assassinated when I was 19 for being betrayed by a traitor...then my love, she was arrested for a cover agency and I haven't seen her to this day...I have [-] kids and they went south Freeport of Kells, fighting guerrilla in the woods there, probably dead."

Having said that, the veteran put away his certificate: "I've played the role of a poor bastard all my life, just to send out useful information, just to watch Andy and his family die... I've lived so long, I I can't even remember the appearance of my mentor and lover, what is the meaning of such a life, no."

After speaking, he smoked the cigarette in his hand one by one.

Until the cigarette in his hand turned into a cigarette butt, he threw it at his feet and stomped it out: "Ms. High Tower, you think that Northernism has ruined your family. You are right, but have you ever thought about it and believed it?" Why would we, Northernists, do this?"

"It's simple, because I can't survive anymore." A voice sounded from behind everyone.

Mars raised his head and saw His Excellency Ryan. The big cat man was wearing a military uniform and holding a gun in his hand. He walked over with a little dust.

He sat beside Mars and patted Mars on the head.

"Good evening, Lord Ryan."

"Mars, I've heard about your performance, and you've done a good job." His Excellency Ryan sighed at this point: "You have to remember, whether it is the tragic memories of Mrs. Fantine or the misery of Mr. Veteran, it is The thugs made it."

"Rogues..." Mars was a little puzzled.

"There are many kinds of people. Some people become nobles because they are heroes on the battlefield; others become nobles because they have good parents. Like you are a child of the tower, after all, what we have to face are all human beings, and human beings have right and wrong, good and evil, it is a very stupid way to divide a person simply by identity."

Mars was thinking, and he glanced at Ms. Fantine. She noticed Mars' gaze, felt a little regretful, and then smiled in relief.

Then he looked at the old soldier, who lit another cigarette, but he also noticed Mars, and the old man smiled back.

"Mrs. Fantine and the old soldier are both good people. The difference between him and her is that their births and sufferings are different... But they have never succumbed to suffering, nor have their minds been distorted by suffering. They live in this world and have no regrets. This world...isn't it?"

After Mars finished speaking, he felt His Excellency Ryan's big hand rubbing hard on his head.

Mars smiled hard.

If I can live like this... that's fine.

　I was numb, I went home and checked, this chapter has not been published, what the hell!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)