savior epic

Chapter 99
At the age of 15 the boy became a serf of a certain nobleman.

Perhaps using the word "serf" is not appropriate. After all, strictly speaking, many serfs are not slaves, but a kind of peasants who use their labor to redeem their rights. But here, the so-called serfs are really just slaves who work in agriculture.

Things happen naturally.

The boy went to Rebecca's clinic every day to learn how to read in the slave cave, and went to the market to steal bread from time to time. With his superb skills and extreme care, he always succeeded.

As he grows older, the boy gradually calms down. He has learned the real Awen and can understand the diary left by old Fige. He reads it almost every day and keeps it in his heart.

Then, the boy is 15 years old, maybe he should be called a man, after all, in many places, 14 years old can be considered an adult.

Anyway, this former bread boy, when he was 15 years old, probably one day in the first quarter of a year (there are no seasons here), he sneaked into a certain nobleman's house and stole a stack of papers and a box of A quill and three bottles of ink.

When he got home, the man spread out a piece of linen paper. He took a deep breath, picked up a pen, and wrote his diary crookedly.

He tried his best to write down the past events before he was 15 years old. During those important times, it was inevitable to write about the death of old Fige and the master of "I am, I am" in the candlelight.

To write down everything in detail, the man spent countless thoughts and energy, so that he felt a sense of relief at the end of the writing.

After writing these, he wrote down his memories from that night to today. The man was surprised to find that every day was similar, and yesterday was no different from today. He told scriptures and stories in the slave cave every day, and went to Stealing, and finally at nightfall, back to bed as usual.

It doesn't change.

This scrutiny of numbness woke him up.

Every time he walks in the crowd, he always feels like he is wandering in the same place.

Now it seems that the whole nation is wandering in the numb wasteland.

When the man wrote down the diary until today, he seemed to have an epiphany, thinking of the Shanbu man who was born in the Republic of Jacob, and he looked back at the diary of old Fig, which was written by an old man when he was the youngest. Yes, there is an indescribable anger, between words and sentences, between sentences, there are hungry and angry beasts.

The beast devoured the man, and the man gladly accepted it.

One night, when he grabbed a stone and threw it at the statue of Mariel in the slave cave.

Men often do this, at first it was out of the playfulness of childhood, but now, he denies that statue from the bottom of his heart.

The stone is not big, about the size of half a hand.

And the statue of the hero Mariel has long been dilapidated under the stones of the man for many years, with traces and slightly sunken dents everywhere.

The statue of Mariel is kneeling on one knee, holding the huge stone slab on his back with one hand, and pressing the other hand on the ground. The stone abdomen full of muscles is concave inward, and the veins protrude from the skin outside.

With a carefully sculpted face, Mariel has a compassionate expression, and his eyes are looking straight up, as if he is staring at the unfinished tower in the distance.

The force of the man throwing the stone was not strong, just normal force, the stone crossed a high arc, and hit the statue's wrist holding the stone slab.

with a snap.

The broken hand was broken and fell to the ground.

When the slaves heard the sound, they turned their heads to look. They didn't expect to be broken.

The slaves around him were flustered and flocked to the statue of Mariel, trying to glue the hand to it, and some slaves glanced at him reproachfully.

The hand holding the stone slab was broken, and the heavy stone slab was still on his back.

In a man's heart, there is also a beast, waiting to be fed.

As for how men became serfs, it was in the second half of the year.

Some small nobles would always go to the market to personally select slaves, pick some young and healthy ones, and send them to their farms, which are far away from the city. The man saw a chance to get rid of wandering. One morning, he asked which noble farm needed slaves urgently. Serf, find the right time to stand in front of that nobleman.

"My lord, perhaps there is a lack of a young man on your farm." The man said to the noble.

The nobleman looked him up and down, pinched Fangzheng's shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, twenty copper Derek, ten copper Derek for the first quarter."

For slaves who usually take the initiative to sell themselves cheaply in the market, this is a very cost-effective price.

This is not without reason.

One is because this nobleman named Dalab is one of many minor nobles. He has just inherited the family business, and he still needs to personally go to the farm to supervise the labor of the slaves, and even help out.

The second is because the man has not treated himself badly in his life of stealing for nearly ten years. From time to time, he will steal the meat for the nobles, so he is stronger than ordinary slaves. Many places in this hell are incomparable to the world. two.

But there are countless people who are sinking in this numb wasteland.

The milky white giant tower is half built.

Such a prominent tower, it is so beautiful, and the meaning behind it is so fascinating.

When it is completed, all the Shanbu people who fell here can return to the world to build the country of the Shanbu people.

The nobles said so, and the priests also said the same. After suffering so much, the Shanbu people will eventually establish their own country, and all promises will be fulfilled.

But can beautiful things be oppressed as a matter of course?

People should fight for beauty, not be oppressed by beauty.

This is what the man saw in old Figg's diary.

Men also stole bee candles and asked the Lord of "I am, I am".

How much suffering will the Shanbu people have to endure before they can build that tower, return to the world that everyone dreams of, and stand under the sun again.

The Lord just said:

"Suffering is meaningless, salvation is."

The man understands something.

In his left chest heart, the beast was calling.

Farewell to Rebecca, farewell to the slave cave, those slaves who have been favored by him, cried all night, maybe I will never see such a good person again.

The man got into the nobleman's carriage, which contained other slaves.

So, at the age of 15, the man came to a field where rye was grown.

The Dalab who bought him, a petty nobleman, did not dare to tighten the reins of the serfs, so after the men finished their work, they always had a lot of free time.

The man maintains the habit of keeping a diary, which he regards as a daily summary. During the time spent repeatedly working in the fields, various ideas will always pop up.

Here, the man has made a group of friends, because he is too generous, not a thorn in the side, and can always fight for the interests of others just right, and he upholds the justice he learned from old Figg to help these illiterate people. The serfs adjudicated disputes.

Moreover, the man can preach the scriptures, and every night serfs surround him, listening to the scripture stories he read from old Figg's diary or made up by himself.Among them, Keck and Colvin listened most enthusiastically, and were also the loyal supporters of the man.

His master, the nobleman Dalab, was surprised to find that the serfs were united by his side. As long as he appeared, the serfs would involuntarily work harder, just to finish their work early and rest.

With the man around, Dalab gradually stopped worrying about the farm, and the nobleman began to stay in his mansion all day.

Perhaps it was the conscience brought about by the status of a minor nobleman. Occasionally, Dalab would invite priests to the farm to preach to these serfs and comfort their spirits.At that time there was no need to work.

One day, the priest came, and as usual, he stood on the high platform, facing the serfs.

"We haven't returned to the world now because we Shanbu people have not suffered enough. When the will of all us Shanbu people has taught our beloved Lord to hear, He will take back the worm monster that punished us, Watching our tower repair to the world."

The priest chatted with these serfs sitting cross-legged on the ground.

However, there was only sparse applause on the field.

The priest looked around at the serfs present suspiciously. Their eyes fixed on the priest. There was some kind of questioning inside, which made him shudder. The priest stroked his robe embroidered with silver thread and cleared his throat.

The priest wanted to tell the great story of the hero Mariel and King Andrew with all present, and move everyone to tears, as he had always done before.

He just spoke.
Among the crowd, the man stood up.

The priest stared at the man in bewilderment, not knowing why the man stood up, and he wanted the man to sit down.

"Which master are you talking about?" The man paused, and then said: "There are many masters in this world."

"Of course it is our Lord of Suffering, only He, who is so merciful, contained all the dead Shanbu people in this best hell," the priest said angrily seeing the contempt in the man's eyes, "Lazy The more greedy Shanbu people, the more they will drag everyone down and fail the expectations of King Andri and the will of the hero Mariel. We will also be implicated by this and stay in hell forever to punish us! This is a trial Refining comes from our beloved Lord of Suffering!"

"But I have a savior in my heart!"

(End of this chapter)