Groups of troops were lining up to board the ferry.
These troops belong to the Guards, whose previous duty was to defend the Holy City, but now their target is the northern part of Gyeonggi Province, where the Assyrians are fighting fierce battles with the imperial army.
As for the further steppe provinces, rumors about the crown prince kept changing every day. In short, the situation was grim, and the approaching war had alarmed the people of the Holy City three times a day. Carlos II had to send out the elite Guards.
The ferries are lined up on the Osela River, and the other side looks sparsely populated. In the past, both sides of the river were crowded and most prosperous.
Kim Carell walked into a slum next to the dock carrying a bag of bread.
The weather is still cold in the Holy City in February.
From those low thatched huts, men's lamentations, women's complaints, and children's cries of hunger could be heard from time to time.
From time to time, someone carried a body using a door panel and passed in front of Carell.
Carell carefully avoided a few gangsters wandering on the street and came under a bridge pier.
There are seven or eight orphans gathered here, the oldest is only seven years old.
"Gold!" The orphans were so hungry that they had no strength. When they saw Carrier's figure, they reluctantly sat up.
Carell distributed the bread in the bag to the orphans. This was not the fragrant and delicious bread filled with meat floss, but black bread mixed with a lot of wheat bran and sawdust.
"Eat slowly." Carell reminded, while finding firewood to boil water, the broken earthen pot barely leaked.
Kim Carell is only 13 years old this year. He comes from the Evans Abbey in Als, a small town on the border of northern Xinjiang. He is one of the few local survivors of the Red Moon War.
He had a relationship with Sean and received special care from Sean. When he left the army, Sean asked Horns to continue to take care of him and generously left a sum of money to pay for his education and education.
Life.
But in the second half of last year, war clouds were gathering on the border. Horns' 21st Division was about to move to a new defense area, so Horns arranged for Carrier to go south.
In this way, Carell came to the Holy City. However, most of the money given to him by Horns was used to relieve others. He studied culture on his own, sold newspapers on the street, and found a substitute.
Although the job of copying doesn't pay much, it doesn't take too much time.
It is difficult for these orphans to find a job. Firstly, the Holy City is already overcrowded. Secondly, once they fall into the hands of factory owners, they will soon lose their lives.
There was nothing Carell could do about it.
Seeing the orphans eating the bread he brought, he turned around and left because he still wanted to sell newspapers.
Under the severe situation, newspapers are easy to sell, and decent people are extremely hungry for news. However, the number of wealthy people in the Holy City is at least half that of a year ago. It is their instinct to avoid risks.
"The crown prince has been besieged in Gangdia for four months, and the consequences are unpredictable!"
"The Military Command stated that the Gyeonggi defense line is impregnable!"
"Fifty thousand Guards troops are reinforcing the north, and the war is getting tight!"
"Informed sources say that His Majesty intends to move the capital to the south!"
"The royal family denies moving south, and those who spread rumors will be punished with treason!"
It only took Carell one hour to sell out one hundred newspapers this morning, which was the maximum number of newspapers he could get because there were so many of his peers.
Everyone who buys a newspaper will stand and read it worriedly. There are always two types of news in newspapers, one is bad news, and the other is denial of bad news.
After selling the newspaper, Carell hurried back to his home, which was also a shelter built with his own hands in the slums.
There was not much time, and a guy brought a thick stack of paper and a leaflet. Carell's task was to copy the contents of the leaflet, the more the better.
The rewards are good, but the risks are great because the content of the flyers is extremely sensitive.
Carell secretly decided that this was the last vote and he had almost earned enough for his travel expenses.
"There is reliable news that the Crown Prince is trapped in a tight siege and his death is uncertain. There are rumors in the palace that he intends to change the throne. Obviously His Highness Philip is more favored by the Emperor. This His Highness is famous for his intelligence and obedience. This is really ridiculous. He is working hard for the country.
The crown prince has obviously been treated unfairly, and before accurate news about him has come, some people are trying to speculate on his intentions and sell it in advance."
"The emperor was old, and the ministers he appointed were all worth millions and took the opportunity to make money from the national crisis. In the emperor's words, these people were loyal ministers and talented people. However, the civilians were displaced and died of hunger and disease. Even
Some small wealthy families also went bankrupt under the exploitation of tax collectors."
"This country has become a captive place for the emperor and the nobles to fish and hunt the people. If the common people want to gain a new life, they must overthrow this shackles. For freedom and equality!"
"For freedom and equality, we must smash this suffocating world!"
The content of this leaflet is terrible because there are too many words. Carell had to write the words very small, which took him too much time.
The guy who delivered the flyers was smoking and relaxing outside.
I wrote until 3 pm. Carell's eyes were sore and the hand holding the pen was about to break. Only then did he finish 200 copies.
"Jin, I will introduce you to a big deal in two days."
The guy who was showing off took the thick leaflet, glanced at it briefly, and quickly tucked it under his cloak.
"Thank you!" Carell smiled, knowing that he would leave the Holy City early tomorrow morning, and he did not want to have too many interactions with such a person.
Carell lay on the bed made of broken door panels and soon fell asleep. When he woke up, he was ravenous. He woke up from hunger.
Glancing out from the hole in his perch, he saw that it was already dark. Kerel didn't know how long he had been asleep, but it was obviously not a good idea to go out when the Holy City had already started a curfew.
But hunger still prompted him to walk out of his shelter. He knew that the bakery he often went to usually had some food, and the owner and waiter of that shop slept in the shop at night.
"You shouldn't be scolded for taking care of his business, right?" Carell thought to himself.
This store is very small. In fact, it is also part of the slums. Unless it is a local poor person, it is difficult for outsiders to find it by its name and address.
Carell walked to the corner, stopped suddenly, and hid between two garbage piles.
A man wearing a wide-brimmed hat knocked gently on the door of the bakery. He knocked very regularly, not loudly nor softly, once hard, twice softly, three times in a row.
"Who?" Old White's voice came from the store.
"Schulmann!" replied the visitor.
Old White held a candle, opened the door, and let the visitor in. Old White glanced at the dark outside, and then closed the door.
Out of some kind of curiosity, Carell knelt quietly outside the door and put his ear against the door.
"Old White, the wise master asked me to say hello to you," the visitor said.
"You seem to have forgotten that I quit the organization long ago." Old White said in an old voice.
"That's just a lie to newcomers. There is no such thing as quitting the organization." The visitor said disdainfully, "Unless it's a dead person."
Old White was silent for a long time and said: "Bloodthirsty people are also human beings. I just want to live an ordinary life. Besides, I have killed many people and done many things for the organization. Isn't this enough?"
"Hey, you also know that you are a bloodthirsty person. We are different from humans. We are destined to be enemies of life and death with humans from the moment we are born. But you want to live an ordinary life. This is really ironic.
Ah!" The visitor's voice was a little loud.
"What do you want to do when you come to me?" Old White asked.
"Tomorrow there will be a flyer in the streets and alleys. It will say that the emperor is preparing to save money. But that is not the most important thing." The visitor paused and said, "We have received news that the second prince will go to visit the people in the almshouse tomorrow morning.
Orphan, I want you in him
An assassination on the road that must be passed. No, no, old White, you must not really kill him, we need to expose the assassination to the public, and then you can run as far as you can. You just need to finish this
One vote and we part ways with you from now on."
"I hope you won't break your promise."
"I make a blood oath in the name of the true God!"
"All right!"
The visitor discussed some details with Old White in a low voice. Carell quietly retreated to the garbage pile and squatted on the ground.
After a short time, the mysterious visitor left the bakery.
After the background of the mysterious visitor disappeared without a trace, Carell came out of hiding.
Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.
Carell froze on the spot, and turned his head around with great effort. Old White was standing behind him, as kind as ever.
"Master Huai...te...master, I just...want...to find...something...to eat."
The old old White lifted him by the neck like a little rooster and carried him into the bakery.
In panic, Carell pulled out a dagger from the leather boot on his right foot and stabbed Old White in the right rib.
However, Old White's thin left hand grasped his hand like an iron pincer, and the dagger fell into Old White's hand.
Carrier would come to this shop at least once a day because the bread here was relatively cheaper for the same quality, so it was very popular among the poor. Carrier had also attracted the attention of Old White early on, because Carrier always
They buy a lot of bread, so they know about Carell's charity.
"Obviously, you heard it all?" Old White asked.
Carell shook his head nervously. Old White smiled, trying to make his smile more friendly, just like he did when he ran this bakery.
"Have you ever heard of the Bloodthirsty?" Old White said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I have killed enough people. You are a good boy, literate, and kind-hearted. You should not be hanging around here."
Here, we shouldn’t die like this. I used to be a good kid who loved reading and music. According to the normal development of the story, I will probably become the first college student in the history of my hometown, stand out, marry a rich girl, and change my life.”
"But I am a bloodthirsty person." Old White said solemnly, "This is an unchangeable fact, so everything has changed."
"You are a good person!" Carrier said. "I have personally seen you give bread to the poor, even though you pretended to have miscalculated. Those people just thought they got an advantage."
"Haha, people with noble hearts don't care about superficial gains and losses." Old White said, "Child, forget what happened tonight. Leave here tomorrow and go to the south."
"I originally planned to go to the south tomorrow." Carrier admitted, "Why don't you come with me?"
"How could I escape? They captured my son. He is just an ordinary person." Old White said, "Son, go ahead. Before I change my mind!"
Carell turned back step by step, fearing that Old White would suddenly appear behind him and break his neck.
It wasn't until he returned to his small hut that he discovered that his underwear was soaked.
At dawn the next day, the leaflets copied by Kerel were plastered all over the streets of the Holy City. However, Kerel, who had not slept all night, had already packed up his simple luggage and set off to leave the Holy City.
Soon this leaflet was delivered to the court of Carlos II. It is said that the emperor was so angry that he fainted on the spot.
At the same time, the second prince Philip encountered the assassin when he was leaving the palace. Fortunately, the guards were alert and the assassin did not succeed. However, the assassin panicked and jumped into the Osela River, where he ended up.
It is said that during the assassination, the assassin shouted: "Long live the Crown Prince!"