The Emperor’s Angel of Death

It took Soshjan two seconds to guess why this lady hid the photos in her hair. She must have been subjected to a full body search before coming here, and her hesitation must have been because someone warned her not to say anything unfavorable.

Looking at the small faces covered in dust and grime in the photos, and those eyes that were almost losing their luster, Soshjan suddenly felt like crying, and also like laughing, but in the end, it all turned into intense murderous intent—

He really wanted to kill, until the breath stuck in his chest was released.

He could almost simulate in his mind how these children, less than ten years old, worked 14 to 16 hours a day in the factory. The overload of high-intensity labor made them exhausted, and sometimes they fell asleep without even having the strength to eat. And their working environment was like hell. The factory buildings were simple, the ventilation was poor, the deafening roar of machines and the dirty, hot air ravaged their young bodies, and disease, pain, and death followed them like shadows.

Perhaps just a distraction, a nap, and they would be swept into the roaring machine, crushed into pieces by the huge gears and pistons.

If the meaning of life is only the faint scream in the roar of machines, then what right do we have to ask them to worship, believe in, or love anyone, or fight for anyone?

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Soshjan suddenly felt very painful, extraordinarily painful. He even envied warriors like Seth and Tiberius. They didn't have to think about these things at all, they wouldn't care about these things, let alone understand them. They just needed to fight like a weapon, slaughter, and be angry.

Even like Konrad Curze, picking up a butcher knife, killing everything cleanly, and burning everything to the ground didn't seem like such a bad choice. At least he wouldn't have to see anything, wouldn't have to care about anything, and in a sense, it would be easier.

But he couldn't do that, and he couldn't do that. Even his reason told him that even killing those factory owners and managers was meaningless. It wasn't just a problem of a few people.

He used to be proud of his reason and speculation. He believed that this was his magic weapon to defeat many opponents, but now he hated this ability a little—

Perhaps it was just an instinctive action, Soshjan turned over the photo, only to find that there was content on the back.

It was a letter, written in very delicate handwriting.

After reading it for a while, Soshjan closed his eyes and said:

"Hau Mor."

"Here."

Hau Mor, who was standing by the pillar on his right, immediately stepped forward. Soshjan held out the letter to him.

"Read it out loud, let everyone hear it."

Although he was a little confused, Hau Mor still tucked his weapon under his elbow, took off his helmet, and walked over to take the photo from Soshjan.

After only looking at it for two seconds, his brow immediately furrowed. →

"Read it."

Hau Mor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger on his face, and then slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Dear Angel Grandpa, my name is Asnar. I am writing to you to wish you good health and may the Emperor protect you in everything you do. I am an orphan. I don't have a father or a mother. I have been working in the Adi Leather Shoe Factory for a long time. Many of my friends work here. Little Wick, Karl, Annie and originally there was Vera, but she was taken away before her seventh shift. She was sold to the factory by her parents, but it seems that the factory owner sent her to other places. I heard it was because she was 13 years old. She was crying before she left. I was beaten yesterday. I secretly slept in the repair room for a while. I was too tired. The foreman grabbed my hair and dragged me to the open space, and whipped me hard with the leather strip used for work. The day before the eleventh shift, I broke a part by mistake. The foreman broke my little finger on my left hand with a wrench. He always grabs whatever he can and uses it to hit us. There is nothing to eat. There is only water in the morning, black water and a little paste. We can only eat the second meal of paste during the 5-minute break, but there is always sand in the paste. Karl's gums are almost worn out. He always says his teeth hurt, sometimes so much that he hits his head with an iron can."

Hau Mor's hands were shaking, he couldn't read any further, and anger was burning in his eyes and under his skin.

"Chapter Master, let me go and kill these beasts!"

All the warriors turned to look at Soshjan, but Soshjan just closed his eyes and replied coldly:

"Finish reading it."

Hau Mor breathed a few breaths, and continued to grit his teeth and read the following words.

"Dear Angel Grandpa, please have mercy. The teacher said that you are the greatest hero in the world, and the Emperor sent you to bring kindness to everyone. Please take us away from here, anywhere is fine. Everyone may not be able to survive any longer. Rode, the older brother who took good care of us before, died twenty shifts ago. His hand was caught in the machine. The foreman kept shouting about protecting the machine. They sawed off Rode's brother's hand alive with a saw. He cried very painfully, and blood splattered everywhere. They didn't care about him at all. I am writing to you, hoping you can see it. My handwriting is very ugly. The teacher can only secretly teach us at night, but I am always sleepy, and sometimes there is only one lamp, and everyone is huddled together. The teacher is really, really good. She always secretly leaves us the food scraps that other people throw in the classroom during the day, and lets us sleep in the classroom instead of next to the smelly ditch. Everyone says she should also be an angel! Please have mercy on us unfortunate orphans, dear Angel Grandpa."

At the end of the reading, Hau Mor was already panting, and Soshjan opened his eyes, a little dim, but more powerless.

He looked at the female teacher who was still sobbing, and asked softly:

"Did you write this letter for him?"

"Asnar can't bring the letter in. He"

"I see, where is this boy now?"

"No! No!"

She suddenly burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and fell to the ground.

Those who had been restless on their chairs immediately looked at her with various surprised and suspicious eyes, and then something even more surprising happened to them. Soshjan actually slowly lowered his body. Because it was inconvenient to wear armor, he even knelt on one knee directly on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"Asnar told him last night that an angel had come to this world. He was very happy. He had been working for 17 hours in a row. He still used 1 hour to write the letter. He said he wanted to dream about the angel's appearance and give the letter to it. Then he slept. When the bell rang in the morning, I saw him with his eyes open, staring straight upwards, as if he wanted to see the place where the angel should be through the ceiling and the roof."

Soshjan pursed his lips, and finally could only squeeze out two words.

"Sorry."

The teacher put down her hands and looked at Soshjan with tears streaming down her face.

"Sir, there are hundreds of millions of such children in the hive. Either they have no parents and are sold to factories to make a living or by orphanages, or they are sold to factories by their own parents. They are treated like livestock. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this! Many of them die in high-intensity labor before they grow up, or they are disabled due to accidents. Many people become gang members and thugs when they get older, and some girls are even sold to brothels when they reach a certain age! Their backgrounds may not be clean, and their origins are very humble, but sir, you must believe me, their character is definitely not the same as the dirt on their bodies! Absolutely not! Their dirty skin is still wrapped in a simple and kind heart! They know how to help each other better than anyone else! They know how to take care of the weak better than anyone else, even if they are very weak themselves!"