Black bread is just a common name, and its real name should be bran bread. Although from the perspective of medical and health care, black bread is regarded as an excellent nutritional food because of its less protein and more dietary fiber. But this does not mean that black bread must be delicious.

Just like eating natural bark will definitely be healthier than industrially processed foods. Do you dare to say that the taste of bark is better than spicy strips? I believe that not many people will tell such lies with their eyes open. By the same token, no matter how many people praise the nutritional value of black bread, they cannot change this, that is, the taste of black bread.

This bread containing various crude grains and even crust is not only sour in taste, but also hard. In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this thing as a weapon. Of course, it is impossible to make black bread like it was in the Middle Ages. After all, at that time, you didn’t know what mess those people would stuff into black bread. But no matter what, even today, the taste of black bread is still very bad.

This is a food that only when you have enough food and clothing and have nothing to do. If you start pursuing more people, you will be willing to try. For Latovians who are almost unable to satisfy their food and clothing, they obviously will not torture their stomachs for the sake of so-called health, and put a good white bread without choosing, and choose any black bread.

This is the geographical difference between different regions. Just as the old widow herself said, she had not made black bread for many years to sell. However, although the order was not completed, she still enthusiastically promoted other products of her own. For an old woman who barely survived in a bakery, having a order is better than not. However, facing her enthusiasm, the customer just shook her head and said regretfully.

"Sorry. Although your other works will be a little more delicious. But I just want to eat black bread, which means differently to me. Although it is so unpalatable that it tastes like a stinky mud."

"The bread I made is not mud, even black bread." If I can't do business, the old widow naturally couldn't maintain the kind of attentiveness she had before. She began to mutter with some dissatisfaction. This mutter made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Aunt Lamaia. You like to add hazelnuts to black bread, which is my favorite thing to eat at that time. In fact, many times I bought your black bread, I ate it to pick the hazelnuts inside. For this, I was beaten by my mother countless times."

If the customer's words made the old widow a little strange, then now, her curiosity has really spread uncontrollably. You know, she hasn't made black bread for more than ten years. It can be said that even the old people in this city may not remember the trivial matter of adding hazelnuts to the black bread. But the customer is so familiar with all this, which makes her have to wonder if there is any deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's desire to get rid of loneliness. So, even though she knew that it might be inappropriate for her to do so, she couldn't help but turn on the light and asked at the customer who suddenly visited.

"You are? You are? Sir, did we know each other before?"

She really wanted to compare the person in front of her with an existence in her memory, but when she saw the exquisite clothes of the guest in front of her, she was different from the ordinary style. She had already put it to her mouth but couldn't help swallowing it back. In the end, she could only hesitate to ask such a question. But in the face of her question, Victor said to her with a smile.

"Don't you remember me? Aunt Ramaia. I am Little Doum, and it turns out that Little Doum who lives with my mother upstairs next to you."

As soon as he said this, the old widow immediately found some vague impressions from her memory.

That was when the old lord, who was not too bastard, was alive. The life of the Latovians was a little better than it is now. Her bakery was open at that time, and she and her husband ran the small shop. The business was very prosperous, and there were many customers every day. The Gypsy Witch, who lives next to the shop, was a regular customer. She came to the store to buy bread almost every day. Sometimes it was her, sometimes it was her child.

She still remembers the appearance of that child. Although she is a little thin, she is very clever. She can please herself every day and cheat some food from her. The thing he likes to eat the most is his own black bread. Although he always likes to pick and choose, he always chooses black bread.

After meeting the numbers in my memory, it was really hard for the old widow to tell what she was now. After careful calculation, it was something that happened more than 30 years ago. After more than 30 years, everything has changed. She has become old, and the child at that time has become an adult.

The changes brought by time are always the most sad thing. Even the old widow is no exception. Facing Victor, who is completely different from those in her memory, she could only scrupulously wipe her rough palms, and then hesitate to him with a look of wanting to get close but not daring to it.

"I really can't believe it. Little Dum... No, Mr. Dum, you are back. So many years have passed, and you are already an adult. I heard about your story outside, and it seems that even the lord and the prime minister have praised your success. You are a big shot now. I am really happy for you. I think your mother will be proud of you."

"Maybe. But she passed away very early."

These ordinary people would not know about his mother, and Victor was unwilling to tell them such things. So he just mentioned it a little, then changed the subject and said to her.

"But you, Aunt Lamaia, are you doing well over the years?"

"Me? I'm fine, okay." Unexpectedly, Victor's topic turned to himself, the old widow was slightly stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It was okay at the beginning. Later, Veneto passed away. I could only live in this bakery. Life was still rich, but with the death of the old lord, the new lord issued a series of decrees. Life became difficult. Maybe I should have listened to your mother back then and left here earlier. Maybe then Veneto wouldn't die, and I wouldn't be like what I am today."

As a witch, Victor's mother could a little predict the future of ordinary people. She obviously saw something that reminded the old widow in this way. Unfortunately, they did not take this to heart at the beginning, which led to her becoming what she is today.

Did you say it was a complaint? The old widow didn't mean that. She just sighed and felt a little moved. In the face of her sigh and feelings, Victor just held her withered old hand and asked her in a low voice.

"So why haven't you ever thought about leaving here? If you want to leave, you should be able to do it. You know that life outside is much better than here. If you really leave, you will be happier than living here."

"Leave? No, I don't want that much anymore." Shaking my head, facing Victor's inquiry, the old widow just said calmly. "I have lived here since I was born, and it has been fifty or sixty years now. I have been used to every tree and grass here, so it's really impossible for me to leave here. But you, Mr. Dum. Why do you want to come back? You should know the current situation of this country. It is really not the place where you young people should stay. As you said, the outside world is a better living environment. Here, you can only wait for death to me like this. So, why do you want to come back?"

"You should call me Xiao Dum, Aunt Lamaia. As for why I want to come back, I can only say that I have a reason to come back."

Shaking his head, Victor stood up and looked at the brightly lit castle outside the window. It was the castle passed down from generation to generation by the Lord of Latovia. Even today, the Lord has not abandoned it. Instead, he used a lot of money to turn it into a solid and luxurious fortress. Such a fortress is incompatible with this dull country and this old and dying city. At least for Victor, this thing is really a bit annoying. He almost wanted to tear it down.

However, considering the acceptance ability of the people around you, Victor did not do so. Instead, he said to her with a smile.

"Aunt Lamaia. I don't plan to leave again when I come back this time. I want to bring something different to my motherland and my hometown. I want to let it break free from this old state. Yes, I'm sure I want to bring new life to it. This is the purpose of my return this time. I want to change this country."

"You want to be an enemy of the lord?" It is hard to imagine that the old Dum would say such words, but when facing the Dum who said such words, the old widow could not say anything. She didn't understand Victor because she knew only his past, not his present. But she knew that Victor was a smart child. Since he said such words, he must be sure. Faced with such a situation, she could only hesitate and then tighten Victor's hand.

"I don't know what you want to do, Little Dum. But I know, you are a smart child. If you make up your mind, you will be able to succeed. And that's exactly what we expect. As a Latovian, we have been expecting such changes for a long time. If someone really brings all this to us, we will do everything we can to support you. So, don't worry, do it. Little Dum. Do it as you wish. The Latovian will bless you."

"I know, I will show you."

Needless to say, Victor had already patted the old widow's hand, pushed open the door and walked out. This was just a brief reminiscence, and for his real purpose, it was just his beginning.

It's time for a new birth in Latovinia.

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