Grylls has many names, including "The Blasphemer", "The Tail of the Old King", "The Lord of the Magic Kingdom", and "The Rebel".
But what is most recognized by the world is the name "Jackal". Jackal Grylls, the two-headed dragon of Cisse, the embodiment of wisdom and insidiousness, the man who gave King Ogu a headache.
After years of operation, Cisse High Court has become a city with infinite myths. But only the people who used to live there know what the real High Court looks like.
"And I looked, and behold, a gray horse; and the name of the one who sat on it was Death, and Hades followed him. And they were given authority to kill a quarter of the earth by sword, by famine, by pestilence, and by wild beasts.
people."
"I saw a new heaven and a new earth, and I saw the Star City scholars descending from heaven from God. Prepared like a bride adorned for her husband."
The sun rises high, but the High Court of Cisse is still wandering in the abyss of violence and the quagmire of poverty. The poor are in danger, and the nobles are in dire straits.
So what if you are a Marquis? It is neither happy nor safe. If you scratch your skin, you may die of infection; if you catch a cold, you may die of a cold.
And those poor people who eat scraps will die of diarrhea and dehydration. Those strong men who are forced to join the imperial army will also lose their arms and legs, or become prisoners.
What follows is not a grand funeral, nor the longing of a lover. It is a relative who covets the family property and title, or his son's throat was cut with a sharp knife when he was drunk.
The feudal towns of the nobles were more like concentration camps, only more unsanitary and inhumane. The creatures huddled in the dark alleys had greasy hair and were crawling with lice.
The sewage ditch is the blessing of washing, and the trash can is the hope of survival in the world. Pustules and scars are their most beautiful disguises, mixed with sweat and greasy dander to become stubborn dirt.
Their clothes are in tatters, and their skin is dry and cracked. On the contrary, there are the lace folding fans of the noble ladies and the dispensable brocade parasols.
The doors of the houses in the slums are always closed, and there is no daylight inside. There are cracks and cracks in the walls. The thunderstorm moon is sweltering, but the raccoon moon is freezing cold.
Dust and cobwebs can be seen everywhere, garbage and phlegm are turbid together. Dead bones are everywhere, and bed bugs and flies are hovering around the candlelight. They are always bloodthirsty and are ready every night.
As for the so-called food, the food will always be disgusting, and the black bread will always be covered with mold. No matter how fierce the flame is, it can't suppress the sour smell, and no matter how strong the spices are, it can't cover up the rot.
As the poor digested the garbage in Highgarden, they imagined that they were eels, bullfrogs, toads, and snails. They were delicacies that could only appear in dreams, delicacies that they would never be able to eat in their lifetime. But even so, most of the poor are still suffering from hunger. So some people have questioned why spiritual food cannot be used to kill physical hunger.
But the problem is, where do the poor have time to learn writing? Living every day is a problem, and energy must not be wasted on these things.
Therefore, dirty jokes are the most common way of communication for people. Commenting on the Augu continent is far more practical than informing them of discounts and promotions in the market area.
In the eyes of the poor, those nobles are robbers, butchers, and robbers. They are devils who swear false oaths, and they are equivalent to beast-like existences.
They are the initiators of destruction, the chief culprits of plunder, and even more bloody culprits. They will send Hongxing's first wife to the stake with their own hands, but most of them linger in strangers' rooms every night.
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The woman holding the child in her hands and carrying the baby on her back bowed deeply to the principality cavalry from a distance. The officer nodded with satisfaction and then walked away.
But in their eyes, they could never see the vicious woman standing at the end of the line, with a sad face and a death pension in her hand.
While scolding the children, the woman walked towards the wooden house. It was a hut or shack made of logs and turf. After entering the house, there was still dirt underfoot.
The two pigs that depended on them were barking continuously, the bed sheets were stained with filth, and the wooden basin in the corner emitted a fishy smell. Survival is the fantasy of the nobles, the pity of many people, and even more immersive despair.<
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Her cheeks were thin and her eye sockets were sunken. The woman suffered from rickets due to long-term malnutrition. From time to time, she would fall to the ground and convulse due to severe pain, coughing up blood and producing some bile.
Her neighbor was a brave man, but he turned into a handful of ashes six months ago. The forest is full of game, but those are the private collections of the nobles.
Antelope, wild boar, buffalo, quail, brown bear. These are the prey of the nobles. The joy of hunting cannot be diminished by the poor, unless you are a professional.
Therefore, more and more people choose to become slaves and are forced to depend on those in power and become slaves. From then on, they are bound to the High Court, like birds in a cage, deprived of the power to fly in the sky indefinitely. p>
As a human being, you have to endure all injustices and unwillingness while living. Physical torture is just punishment, and cutting off the head is the most important thing.
It was windy and snowy, and the weather was freezing. How many people couldn't stand the freezing cold of the night moon and died miserably in wooden houses. How many people couldn't survive the warm moon and the flowers bloomed, and they opened their eyes unwillingly.
But those nobles must open their mouths every festival and pour in countless fresh meats and cheeses, and then farts, feces and urine will flow out.
Overloaded in the stomach and bloated in the lower abdomen, they were like grinning hunting dogs, constantly wandering around the long table, quickly devouring food and everything.
As for the poor people serving on the side, they could only listen to the singing, laughter, burping, and fart sounds at the banquet, and helplessly watched their children suffer from hunger.
When people don't have food to eat, the animals will naturally become even more emaciated, so the plow yokes are put on the poor people. The reason why there are so few poor people in Cisse High Court is not because it is so powerful, but because the poor people are disappearing quickly.
They eat grass to survive, and their babies die young. In the eyes of the poor, Highgarden is nothing more than the "Valley of Tears" where all living beings are imprisoned, and it is nothing more than the back garden of Grylls the Jackal.
Hard labor, thirst, severe diseases, and drought. The prisoners have no way to escape and can only hope for the next life.
Because the next life is hope, and people live a lifetime just to prepare for the next life. At least in the Hall of Valor after death, there are rivers of wine and delicious food.
The high garden is still noisy, and people are still walking in a hurry. The shouts of the shops are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish what is right and what is wrong. The sharp swords and staffs of the professionals overlap one another, and it is impossible to tell who is stronger and who is weaker. However, the poor people who were gathered in front of the monastery were staring at the door. The wooden bowls in their hands were empty, and the roaring in their bellies could not be heard.
They don't care who lives or dies. Even if the Grand Duke of Cisse is killed, can they get rid of the ruthless shackles of fate?
Food is food, no matter who gives it to you, as long as you gain something, you will be grateful. If you can bring out tomorrow's share, you will be even more grateful.
The aroma of comforting bread spread slowly, and the extremely bland broth was inhaled into the body. The poor people knelt on the bluestone road, chewing food in their mouths, and singing praises to the soul of the eldest prince.