savior epic

Chapter 97
When Roman successfully entangled those servants.

The boy quietly approached the carriage, and quickly tried to pick up a box of bread.

The heavy wooden box, the boy realized that he couldn't take it all away, so he quickly threw some of it aside.

He also found that these breads were fine white breads, which seemed to be brought to a banquet somewhere.

After taking everything, the boy couldn't control so much, so he reluctantly picked up the wooden box and ran away according to the original route.

However, a servant just turned his head and looked this way.

"There are thieves! There are thieves!" the servant shouted.

The boy's steps took a step further, and he was now running away, hiding in the noisy crowd, and the servants could not catch up with him.

However, the boy can't control Roman and can only hope that he is safe and sound.

Shuttle in the busy city, the boy nimbly held the box and got into the streets and alleys.

When he turned his head around, he didn't see anyone chasing him, and he had already managed to get rid of it.

Looking down at the bread, the boy smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

He raised his head and looked at the mantle in the sky.

There is no sun here, no sunshine, so cereal bread is also expensive.

The difference between morning and night is that it is brighter in the morning.

At night, it will darken, as if shrouded in an invisible haze.

When the boy ran outside the slave cave, he stopped.

Holding the box of bread, he poked his head inside.

The boy saw the high-class slave from before, and he came here again, calling out to everyone from above.

"A group of bastards waiting to die! I'm here to tell you that the foundation of the tower will be rebuilt in the past few days, and everyone is busy," the superior slave stood on a stool, looking down at the slaves present, "Sa Master Lin asked me to come over and give you a chance to give alms - he wants a group of people to do odd jobs, I think about it, and it's best to let you disabled people do it."

"Why, do you want me to think of a last word for the master?" Old Fig interrupted: "We are all waiting to die here! Only thinking of last words is the best."

The superior slave stared fiercely at old Figg, "Don't interrupt me! Old blind man!"

He immediately talked a lot to the slaves present, such as "returning to the world" and "seeing the sun again". Old Figg and several slaves were criticizing each other sentence by sentence, so let the superior slave His mouth was dry, and no one moved.

Seeing such a scene, the upper-class slaves cursed at them loudly, scolding these parasites, they are not even qualified to be whipped, and their ideals of returning to the world are vain.

"Yes, the whip fell on a gentleman, just like the master kneeling on the ground to tickle him." Old Fig laughed loudly. "He wants to be that hero Mariel, and lick the boots of that King Andrew."

"You bastard!" The superior slave yelled, rushed to the crowd, and slapped Old Fige violently in the face.

The slaves around old Figg jumped on them, and they wrestled.

Old Fig touched his dry cheek, smiled and said to the beaten upper-class slave: "Yes, people here are all scumbags, if King Andri stands in front of me, I will give him back this slap. "

Old Figg spat at the superior slave who was pinned to the ground.

"Throw it out." He said to the people around him.

The boy watched all this quietly, and only walked into the slave den after it was over.

The slaves let out a sigh of relief, and when they saw the boy bring back the bread, the crowd burst into cheers.

They called him "bread boy" and "bread boy".

Old Figg smiled at him.

The boy called Old Fig, picked up a few pieces of bread, and said he wanted to bring some bread to the mother and daughter.

The rest of the bread stayed here.

however.

When the boy returned to Old Fige's residence, he saw Old Fige with a serious expression on his face holding the bread with two bites.

"Boy, these are white breads," said old Figg.

With his thin hands, he held the two bites of bread and put it in front of the boy.

Old Figg thought of eating half and saving the half for the boy.

But I never thought that when it fell into my mouth, it would be a soft touch.

That's when he realized something was wrong.

After taking another bite, I was finally sure.

"Is there a problem?" the boy wondered.

"Where did you steal it?" Old Fig didn't answer, but continued to ask.

"The market, there are several noble carriages there, we stole one of the boxes, no, it's only half a box." The boy was a little embarrassed when asked.

Old Fige sighed leisurely, and said slowly: "This may be sent to a certain manor for a banquet, child, I hope they won't come to your door."

The boy froze for a moment, he had thought of it at the time, but
I only heard old Figg ask again: "Just now you said: 'we'?"

"Yes, I went to steal it with Roman." As soon as the boy finished speaking, he realized that it was not good.

Roman doesn't seem to be back yet!

The panicked atmosphere lasted for a long time.

The morning was getting darker.

It's night time.

A group of guards escorted the wounded Roman.

The boy watched all this in amazement through the window of his residence.

Old Fig put his hands on his shoulders, and a slave had just come in and told him everything.

While trying to escape, Roman fell and was caught.

It was Viscount Geoffrey's bread they stole, and the lord was furious when he heard that the bread was used to feed the superior slaves and those who were disabled in the construction of the tower.

These sacred foods have been defiled by vile practices.

The boy stared at Roman, horrified to see that one of his hands had been severed.

Fear rose in the boy's heart. Under the sunless sky, he was so frightened that he shed tears of panic.

A thin palm pressed against his head.

The boy looked at old Figg.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid,"

Old Fige squatted down, and said to him in a hoarse, trembling voice:
"I stole it, I stole it."

The boy fell silent, his eyes widened, full of panic.

He pushed the boy to the ground as hard as he could.

Old Fige stood out with a chest like a candle, he slammed open the wooden door, and shouted at the guards: "I stole it, take me away, I ordered it."

He knelt down on the ground and took out the white bread with two bites from his arms.

The guards stared at him disdainfully.

"I stole it, cut off my hand." Old Figg yelled, "Cut off this praying hand, cut off the hands of your compatriots!"

The slaves knelt before those guards,

The boy trembled all over.

"My hand that was in shackles, if you cut it off, it will be completely liberated!

Cut off the hands that once wanted to free you! "

The leader of the guards, he walked up to old Fig, pointed his nose and scolded: "You despicable bastard, how can you count as our compatriots! Everyone is building towers, but you pests! Look at your Eyes, you used to be a pest, so your eyes were gouged out!"

The leader waved his hand, and several guards kicked the delirious Roman aside. Roman fell straight to the ground, and the slaves looked at them in fear.

"I don't want to sink into the darkness, so my eyes were gouged out." Old Figg roared angrily, "Even if I die, I won't feel sorry for myself!"

Through the window.

The boy stared at old Figg, tears welling down his face.

That face without eyeballs still refuses to turn here.

the second night.

Old Figg came back, and he was bruised and bruised.

Both hands were severed and poorly bandaged.

The old beggar walked very unsteadily and fell on the bed at home.

The boy touched his forehead, which was hot.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die at last." Old Figg said, and he sat up from the bed drowsily.

Knowing the boy was there, he said, "I've been looking forward to it."

The boy sobbed with his eyes swollen from crying.

Old Figg heard it.

The hands of the old beggar, with only his arms left, pressed hard on the boy's shoulders.

"Get out my candlestick."

The boy nodded vigorously, and he turned old Figg's precious candlestick out of the sundries.

The candlestick was placed in old Figg's arms.

Old Figg smiled, and he bowed his head and kissed the candlestick.

"My child. It belongs to you." The old beggar said hoarsely to the boy.

The boy couldn't bear it anymore and wept loudly.

Old Fige listened quietly without interrupting, but silently compiled scriptures in his mind.

The scriptures I spoke were all made up, but I felt that they never deviated from the original intention of the Lord.

The boy's hand holding the candlestick was stained with tears.

Wait until the boy has had enough crying.Old Fig took his broken hand and stroked his forehead.

"Help it... put a candle in it," old Figg said, and he was a little out of breath, he was dying.

Obediently, the boy put the only candles on the candlesticks.

"Light it up, light it up." With a trembling voice, Old Fige said without doubt.

Weeping, the boy took out the scythe and lit it.

Old Figg tried his best to kneel and sit in front of the candlestick.

"What a beautiful candlelight." He said so with his black eyes blind.

There was darkness in his eyes, and his old and wrinkled skin felt the warmth of the candlelight.

"Son, these days, many people still ask me, does the Lord really exist?"

Old Figg said, he had thought about his last words for a long time,

"What do you think? Son."

"I don't know, I don't know." The boy broke down in tears.

Old Fig pressed his forehead against his, gently.

Feeling the warmth of the child's forehead, he said:
"Look, the Lord made me meet you.

I believe that the Lord caused me to meet you.

For your eyes, let me stand up for your goodness,

This is the proof of the existence of the Lord. "

The boy nodded vigorously, taking every word of old Figg to heart.

Old Figg touched the tears on the boy's face.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and old Fige slowly raised his forehead.

"Lord, Lord, He said, 'Even if there is no sun, there is no hope'. Remember this, remember, children don't be like me, and"

Saying that, Old Fig closed his eyes.

It was as if those struggles and resistances of the past, the most glorious life, were replaying in front of blind eyes,
For the last time, he uttered the compiled scriptures and the last words he had thought about for a long time. Old Figg faced the candlestick, feeling the warmth of the candlelight,

Dying, he said softly:

"From now on, don't lose hope.

You see, there is still candlelight here. "

The boy looked at the burning candle, the candlelight in the dark.

In front of the candlestick surrounded by darkness, old Figg exhausted his last bit of strength and folded his arms together, clasping his palms together as usual.

He bowed his head as if praying.

The old beggar swallowed his breath.

The tiny candlelight is so warm, it seems that there is an angel standing on the soul, and the Lord is standing beside him.

(End of this chapter)