Oakley was an orphan since he was a child. He didn't know who his parents were.
He doesn't want to know either.
The kind of parents who would abandon their children and just pretend they don't exist.
If parents have no choice but to face difficulties... then wish them happiness.
He occasionally felt resentful, but when he thought about it, if he hadn't been abandoned, he probably wouldn't have met Old Todd.
Then there will be no resentment.
Old Todd was an old alcoholic and the person who adopted him.
Old Todd was a miner who died when he was ten years old.
But his thinking has been influenced by Old Todd.
"Although we are poor, we will never do bad things."
He still remembered what old Todd said to him.
"Of course, petty theft does not count, because we are trying to survive, but we must not do things that affect other people's lives! Although we are poor, we have ambition!"
This is what old Todd said one winter when he was warming himself with some bad wine.
His playful look with a red nose and winking eyes still echoes in Oakley's mind from time to time.
Later Todd Sr. died.
He didn't die in the factory, he was frozen to death.
"Old Todd..."
Oakley struggled to get up despite the severe pain in his abdomen.
He already knew what to do.
If he were dead, he would probably give him a thumbs up when he saw old Todd, right?
With strength he didn't know where he came from, Oakley suddenly jumped from behind and threw Duke to the ground. Then he raised his head to face the surprised gentleman and shouted, "Sir! Run!"
"Beast! Let me go!"
Duke turned around and punched Oakley hard on the face and back.
But Oakley, even if his teeth were knocked out, even if his eyes were swollen, and even if his back hurt, he would bite his lower lip and not let go.
He no longer cared about the pain of biting his lower lip.
Seeing that he couldn't get away, Duke became so angry that he raised his dagger and stabbed Oakley in the neck.
But the next second, his eyes flashed and he realized that he had stabbed nothing.
Oakley, who was holding his leg tightly, was nowhere to be found.
"Ah......"
Turning around suddenly, Oakley was standing next to the gentleman with a confused look on his face.
That gentleman is of course Mr. Wang.
He snapped his fingers, and Duke suddenly seemed to be suspended by strings like a mechanical puppet.
Then with a clicking sound, his limbs, including his body and neck, twisted into postures that were impossible for humans.
Then a large amount of blood gushed out from his seven orifices, and all the bones in his body had been crushed by Wang Quan.
Then he was thrown to the side of the road like trash.
Wang Quan put his hand on Oakley's head.
Oakley only felt a wave of warmth pouring in from the top of his head.
This warmth flowed throughout his body, not only getting rid of the cold, but also taking away the pain all over his body.
Even the persistent coughing symptoms disappeared, and Oakley had never felt so relaxed.
"First, sir..." He looked up at Wang Quan and stuttered subconsciously.
He saw Duke's tragic situation all in his eyes. The gentleman in front of him...could he be the devil from hell? TV mobile terminal/
"Dear little Oakley" Wang Quan put the cane under his arm with a smile on his face, then stretched out his clenched fists, and then spread them out, "Did you drop the gold coin on the left or the gold coin on the right?"
"Sir, yes, I'm sorry."
Although Wang Quan smiled and looked very gentle and friendly, he was still afraid and his voice began to tremble, "Your gold coins are mine...I stole them..."
"Well, I hate lying children the most." Wang Quan put both gold coins into Oakley's hand, "Obviously you picked up both gold coins."
He patted the messy brown curly hair on Oakley's head and said warmly: "Would you mind chatting with me, a lonely man?"
"Of course, of course!"
As if afraid that his voice was too soft, Oakley subconsciously repeated it loudly.
"Good boy." Wang Quan straightened his top hat and looked at the seven or eight men who rushed out of the house with murderous weapons and full of fear and ferocious faces.
"But before that, I still need to do a little exercise."
Wang Quan walked over slowly.
"By the way, good boy, you have to close your eyes. You can't see this kind of thing."
Oakley closed his eyes obediently.
I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few seconds.
Oakley heard the gentleman's voice again, "Okay, open your eyes."
Only then did he open his eyes.
He didn't hear the sound of fighting just now, nor did he hear the sounds of screams and body injuries.
Now when he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one else in front of him except Wang Quan.
Those who rush out act as if they never existed.
Including the miserable Duke who died like a broken doll on the ground.
"First, sir..."
"Let's go, I've sent them to live a happy life far away."
Wang Quan patted him on the back, took him for a walk to the square, and then found a bench on the edge of the square to sit down.
"Come on, let's talk slowly."
Wang Quan's words seemed to have a magical power.
Seeing his gentle and handsome appearance, Oakley let down his guard for some reason and told him everything about his past.
Wang Quan nodded, "Good boy, why don't you go to the almshouse?"
On the way to London, Wang Quan would definitely not be able to calm down due to his temperament.
He got a lot of words out of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was originally quite aloof, but unfortunately, Wang Quan was very scary in her heart, and she subconsciously felt that she was shorter.
The other is that she is still too naive.
A little girl who has been leading knights to kill deformed monsters all year round. When she meets an old man like Wang Quan, will she be tricked in a minute?
According to this knight princess, England has good policies to protect the people at the bottom.
Just the "Elizabeth Poor Law", which was the bill enacted by her mother.
This is why she despises France.
But it is the French royal family that I despise.
If you have to force the people to the point where they can no longer cause trouble, who will die if they don't?
But now it seems that there is something fishy about the Poor Law.
Oakley shook his head and explained: "Sir, that almshouse is not a good place. I have been sent to it before, and I escaped later."
"Escape?" Wang Quan took out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a smile, "Speak slowly, we have plenty of time."
He also took out a bottle of Coke, then unscrewed the cap and handed it to Oakley, "moistening his throat."
Oakley didn't dare not drink.
In other words, he has completely relaxed his vigilance towards Wang Quan.
Maybe it's Wang Quan's personality charm, maybe it's Wang Quan... something else.
He carefully took a sip of the black liquid, his eyes lit up, he drank several sips, and then took a break.
Then he subconsciously covered his mouth and whispered: "Sorry, sir."
"It doesn't matter." Wang Quan took a puff of his cigarette, "We still have a long time."
His words seemed to have magic, and Oakley quickly relaxed.
Then, he began to recall what he had seen in the School of Economics.