Who am I? Where do I come from? The man in front of me who calls himself a slave owner calls me a slave. He uses violence and deception to make me have no objection to his requests and orders. From the moment I can pick up a masonry knife and carry a hoe,
From that moment on, I began to build houses and cultivate fields day after day; from the moment when I could no longer pick up the tile knife or carry the hoe, I silently worked in the wind and rain under the slave owner's request and order.
I ate pancakes to satisfy my hunger and watched the countless grains I harvested pile up in the countless houses I built.
I came naked in the wind and rain, and left naked in the wind and rain. I no longer dare to pursue the meaning of my existence, because my name is...slave.
When the whisper of awakening is passed into the circuit, my thoughts are like flint passing through, creating some sparks...
There is a trace of blood red remaining on the undulating horizon. The sun sets in the west and shines out a few long beams of afterglow, bidding farewell to the earth.
Gorey stood at the feet of two huge statues, the dry wind blowing on his rough brown face, with a pair of tired and too peaceful eyes. He was wearing armor and holding a spear and had just concluded a military gathering.
All around him were tired, shuffling soldiers, who were floating by like ghosts. Obvious tumors and tissue lesions could be seen on many soldiers. Although they were soldiers, it did not bring them any health privileges.
, even due to long-term hard training and not particularly nutritious food, their lives are shorter than ordinary people.
But so what, ordinary people always have a steady stream of them.
Goli looked back at the huge battleship floating in the airport. The general he served, his master, and a prince from a branch of the dynasty should have been receiving treatment for an unknown number of times at this time.
May he live long...
Goli suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his neck. He reached out and touched it, and found that the lump there seemed to be getting bigger again.
Stopping his meaningless thoughts, he also walked forward step by step along the avenue. They must leave the inner city before dark, otherwise they will be executed for the crime of "jumping over the wall."
After going to the Ordnance Officer to hand over his weapons and armor, he, dressed in coarse cloth, picked up his baggage and officially embarked on a short journey home. Along the way, he saw rows of black buildings in the inner city, some imitating pyramids, and some
It was in a geometric shape. The nobles wearing robes and gold jewelry looked at the tired soldiers passing by on the window sill, talking and laughing while holding wine glasses.
Finally, before the final bell rang, he walked out of the city and couldn't help but look back at the 10-meter-high wall. The royal guards stood on the top of the wall, staring indifferently below, and the door slowly closed.
"etc--"
A rapid voice sounded, and Goli, who had already turned around, turned around and saw that it was his own thousand-man team, Rienta.
This is a brave warrior who fought bravely even though he was seriously ill. However, his left leg was interrupted in the last battle, and there seemed to be some problems with the newly installed limbs, which made him unable to move very well.
Hard work.
With half of his face destroyed by the disease, he was panting and carrying a heavy burden, struggling to trot forward while the door was closing. If he couldn't get out before the door closed...
"Wait a minute!!"
Goli quickly shouted to the royal guards at the top of the city and waved his arms, but they were like statues and did not even bother to glance at them.
Captain Gorey...wake up...
Seeing that it was useless, Goli ran towards the closed door. He wanted to go in but hesitated.
"Enta, hurry! Hurry!"
"I...I! Sir! Give! Give it to Issy!"
Seeing that there was no hope for him to go out, Enta grabbed the baggage with both hands, used up his last strength, and threw it accurately for more than ten meters. Before it fell to the crack of the door, Gori reached out to catch it, and then shrank suddenly.
With a bang, the door closed.
"Enta! Enta!"
Gorey slammed the door, as if he heard the scolding and screams of the royal guards.
Then he looked at the baggage in his hand, turned around silently, walked along the cracked dirt road to the crowded station, and took a huge anti-gravity shuttle bus to go to the "city" made of mud huts further away.
People kept greeting him in the car. As a commander in the legion, Goli was quite famous in nearby towns. He had no parents, or maybe his parents died very early. In the dynasty, the only child who lost his parents was
The only way he could survive was to become a slave. Fortunately for him, perhaps because of his relatively strong body, he stood out from the low-level slaves and was selected as a member of the slave army of a young prince. He was 13 years old at that time.
Ten long years ago, he experienced countless life and death crises, and witnessed the death of countless comrades-in-arms and even superiors. After the failure of the war with the ancient enemy, the enemy of the Necrontyr Dynasty became himself, and the Council of the Three Saints lost almost
With all the prestige, each dynasty directly and frequently attacked each other, and rebellions occurred repeatedly within the dynasty, so more and more soldiers were needed.
In the past, only free people were qualified to become warriors and soldiers, but now slaves are also recruited into the army.
Goli relied on his luck and bravery to survive step by step, and was even appreciated by his master, who gave him identity, property and a wife.
Yes, his wife is also a slave. This is the most insurmountable law of the Necrontyr society. Each class can only marry within its own class. It's like even if he becomes a captain, he will not be considered a noble, or even a warrior.
There is no family identity either. Maybe it would be best for his descendants to continue as civilians, but in a sense it is already a huge class jump.
That's all.
But before going home, he got out of the car because he had one more thing to do.
He didn't want to face it, but he had to face it. Originally, he thought that he had already looked down on life and death, but in fact, the living people were far more sad than the dead.
Goli didn't even know when he arrived at Enta's house. When Enta's half-swollen wife reluctantly opened the door, the smile on her face froze...
He didn't even know what to say. He could only silently take out the baggage, which contained the medicines and nutrients that Tarn had exchanged for his contribution to the bloody battle. His six children huddled behind their mother, not even knowing what was happening.
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Tarn often told Goli that he was worried that his wife would die before him. She married Goli when she was 13 years old. Frequent childbirth seriously damaged her body that was already eroded by diseases. She was already showing signs of aging at the age of 20.
, so the reason why Tarn fought so bravely is also very simple. He tried his best to obtain life-extending drugs for his wife. Although the quality of these drugs was not ideal, it would be difficult for her to live past the age of thirty.
Surgery is the privilege of the nobility, something that common people and even slaves dare not even think about.
Technicians don't get their hands dirty for lowly people either.