A few days later, White left Windsor Castle and went to Art, which was still a large trading town at the time, to look for Moriarty. What he unexpectedly saw was an assassination "drama."
But what surprised him was that a young man who was obviously just a mage's apprentice was able to kill most of the thieves in a night raid without getting hurt. Even before he arrived, the other party had actually taken control of the situation. White was also surprised by this.
I have to admit that this Moriarty is at least not an ordinary soft-hearted aristocrat. Perhaps, it shouldn't be too difficult a task to protect such a somewhat masculine person and travel thousands of miles south to Bracada.
However, due to his resentment over the centurion's death and the revenge he received from the other party that day, even if White followed Moriarty, his attitude towards him was extremely cold. It was just a matter of formality, and there was no false pretense.
Until one night, due to drinking, White couldn't help but vent the knot that had been in his heart for a long time, and even expressed the idea of Chief Lawrence killing all the nobles and rebuilding the kingdom's ruling system.
I thought Moriarty would be sarcastic about this, dismissing it as a daydream, or dismissing it "out of politeness". However, he did not expect that the other party would actually sit down seriously and discuss it with him from an objective and fair perspective.
The feasibility of embarking on the grand mission of "killing all the nobles". And he did not shy away from the fact that he was actually a child of a noble family.
As for the final result of the discussion: considering that Erathia must have powerful Yakuza and powerful armed groups to resist and fight against the ever-present external invasions and monster attacks, at the same time, any armed force will transform into a new aristocratic group once it comes to power. And
Ordinary people do not have enough means to counter powerful professionals. Therefore, even if Lawrence can finally uproot the aristocratic system, he will automatically become a new kingdom aristocrat when the old regime dies. Likewise.
, this new aristocratic system can never be better or kinder than the old one, because this is determined by human nature and the will of the class. Lawrence is absolutely powerless about this, at most he can be a less bad aristocrat.
The final answer was such that White was stunned. Especially the pyramid of power drawn by Moriarty on the ground, or the "kingdom food chain," clearly showed that Lawrence's path was indeed impassable.
White naturally felt sad and regretful about this. But at the same time, he also felt a little good for Moriarty, who talked to him as an equal and was knowledgeable and profound for the first time.
It seems that not all nobles are bastards.
Slowly, White and Moriarty communicated more and more, and gradually developed some tacit understanding.
Later, the two went to the bar to drink together. They met the green-eyed girl Trish, tasted the golden lamb chops, and successfully challenged Yuhui. Then they entered the "Ford Night Market" to purchase weapons, but they met Crowley who was killing people there.
German orcs.
In order to stop the extremely cold Frost Spear for Moriarty, White did not hesitate and stood in front...
When he woke up again, what he saw was Trish's cheerful smile and his empty right sleeve.
The price of saving Moriarty was so heavy. The sharpness and coldness of the frost spear completely destroyed White's entire arm. When the ice crystals melted, the flesh and blood melted with it.
Losing his right hand was tantamount to depriving a divine crossbowman of his life. White did not regret rescuing Moriarty, but he still despaired of reality.
For more than a month after that, White spent alternately in a state of confusion and coma. Except for the green-eyed girl, he refused to communicate with anyone. Even until later, he was in a continuous coma and did not know his identity.
I don't know if it was really a near-death relationship, but White, who fell into a deep sleep, became more and more alert. It was as if his soul began to leave the body and began to operate on its own.
However, he did not die after all.
Just before the coldness of death was about to fall, he felt a ray of light shining on his body and soul. Unlike the sun's rays, the light was not warm or blazing, but it carried a solemnity that did not exist in this world.
The holiness seems to be able to clean away all the dirt. The feeling is so clear, through the eyes of the soul, White is sure that what he sees is light!
Thanks to that light, White survived.
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the green-eyed girl lying asleep on the edge of the bed next to him. Although Trish's voice was loud at this time, it sounded more beautiful and charming to him than the singing.
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Afterwards, gradually, White began to recover and could get out of bed. However, Trish spent less and less time with him. It turned out that winter had arrived, and some of the poor and orphans in the Fort began to starve to death, so the green-eyed girl
I have to help them after working at the bar.
White was surprised by this. Because in any other place in Erathia, cold winter and low temperature have always been the biggest enemies of the poor. Countless widows and orphans die every winter. But due to their own conditions, most civilians are helpless.
They help each other. But the wealthy nobles don't care about the life and death of a few "tenants and untouchables". Anyway, the kingdom has a large population. No matter how many people freeze to death in one winter, there will still be enough labor to plow their fields in the next spring.
Only when enough people died, the nobles would send out private troops to carry the corpses of those who died of starvation out of the city and burn them collectively, so as not to affect their appreciation of the beautiful snow scenery in winter.
Perhaps out of curiosity, boredom, or other thoughts, White, who gradually recovered, made a request to Trish and wanted to go to the slums with her to help. After waiting all night, he received a consent reply.
Fort Fort is the largest fortress in the southeast of the kingdom, but like any city, there are many poor people living there. The slums of Fort Fort are located in the south of the castle, and can be said to be the "B&B" closest to the national border. But in other words,
Once the fortress is attacked by Crow Lord's army, this area will be the first place to be attacked. The technical term is called the "cannon fodder dump".
It's just winter, but people in the slums have already begun to fall ill from cold, hunger, and even die from the cold overnight.
As a bartender, Trish didn't have much money left. He just exchanged the accumulated salary and consumption from time to time for the meanest but most filling rye bread and gave it to the poor children. White's mission was
Help the green-eyed girl carry and distribute bread.
I thought that the order in the slums would be very chaotic. Because White had seen many faces distorted and even driven crazy by hunger. Sometimes for a little bread crumb, even the most kind and cowardly people would snatch and kill like wild beasts, and even
kill.
However, when he actually walked there, he was surprised to find a scene he had never seen before. Although all the people were wearing thin clothes and showing hunger and cold, they lived in shabby houses with air leakage everywhere. There were even some old men who had already died.
They could only crawl on a few sunny street corners to keep warm and survive. However, no one's expression was ferocious or desperate. Even if they were shivering in the cold wind and their stomachs were rumbling, but when they saw the bread on their backs,
When they met White and Trish, these poor people were all peaceful and full of smiles. Similarly, when receiving the black bread from Trish, even children as young as five or six years old did not forget to politely greet the two people.
Bow and thank you.
"Why is this happening!?" White was shocked by everything in front of him, as if he was seeing a world in a dream.
"Because they have light, they have entered heaven." Trish looked at the children devouring their food, as if they were seeing themselves in the past, and smiled with satisfaction and brightness.
"Bright... heaven...?" White looked at the smiling green-eyed girl and could no longer look away.
After that, White followed Trish to help in the slums. He even used a large sum of money left by Moriarty to fund the purchase of bread. In this regard, the green-eyed girl did not say a word, but said
White smiled more.
Sometimes, White would see Mrs. Pugliese in the slums. This soul singer usually wore a white coarse robe and led many children to sing happily. White had never heard that kind of singing.
It is completely different from ordinary stage performances. The sweet harmonies bursting out from the child's tender mouth always have the urge to make people cry. Every time, White will listen for a long time and even can't help but hum along.
Gradually, the children also accepted this new one-armed stranger.
"White, there will be a distinguished guest coming to the Fort tomorrow."
Winter is only half over, but more and more poor people have poured into the urban areas. The efforts of a small number of people alone are not enough to support them. Trixi is becoming more anxious and haggard. However, this day, the green-eyed girl is smiling.
He said to White, as if all problems were about to be solved.
"Who is here?" White was a little surprised.
"Bringer of light, Lord Bethlehem!"
The first time I saw Bethlehem was when I followed Trish to the slums the next day.
It was a middle-aged man with an average build, wearing a patched burlap robe, combing his neat white hair, and his eyes were deep and distant.
"Don't panic, the road to heaven has been opened. Look, the stairs are at your feet. Follow the guidance of the light and step by step, you can reach the supreme heaven."
Bethlehem knelt down and sat on the bedside of a dying old man, gently held the hands that were all drained of oil, leaned into the other man's ear, and whispered softly.
For some reason, White only felt that there was an indescribable light floating on the middle-aged man's body, clear and clear, dispelling all the haze of death. And with Bethlehem's murmur of comfort, the pain that had been forced by the shadow of death was excruciating.
The old man gradually regained his composure, with a warm rosy color appearing on his originally pale and withered face, and finally fell asleep peacefully.
After a long time, the middle-aged man slowly took his hand out of the dead man's palm, drew a cross in front of himself, then stood up and turned to the two of them:
"Hello, Trish; nice to meet you, lost warrior, White." (To be continued...)
