"Hmm!" Sabo knelt down weakly on the ground and covered his chest with severe pain.
He never thought that a seemingly weak human boy could possess such abnormal brute strength. He really underestimated Daniel. Maybe the saying is right, crazy people have evil powers!
He felt like something was broken inside his body, maybe a rib, but after he regained his breath, the injury was not as serious as imagined. His ribs might have withstood the blow and survived the broken and unbroken edges. If
That punch hit a human, and the man's ribs would undoubtedly be broken. Even though he was often starved and malnourished, Sabo's small body was at least the skeleton of an orc. No matter how weak he was, he was still slightly stronger than the weak human.
In one fell swoop, he was able to withstand Daniel's fatal punch.
But it still hurts... I guess the whole area is bruised. Damn you bastard, can you do whatever you want when you're drunk?
Sabo, who was in tears from the pain, winked at the bartender again, realizing that this was a job he had worked hard to do, and he could not run away with the double salary he had promised. The bartender looked at Sabo and felt the pain of the bunny boy,
He nodded silently.
"Um..." The young gray rabbit man slowly got up, holding back the severe pain and whispered: "Don't hit me, boss. I want to take you home now, can you leave?"
"Uh-huh..." Daniel, who was unconscious, replied vaguely. Perhaps he recognized the scent of Sabo and knew that he was an acquaintance. His hostility just now seemed to have dissipated a lot.
.
"I'm going to lift you up and take you away now." Sabo said humbly: "Don't hit me. Please don't hit me again, okay? That fist hurts..."
"Uh-huh..." I don't know if he understood it or not. In short, Daniel answered reluctantly.
The young gray bunny man sighed again, rubbing his swollen and sore chest, lamenting that it was hard to earn the hard-earned money. He went over to carefully carry Daniel, and while doing so, he had to be careful to guard against Daniel's murderous punch.
.He finally succeeded, but felt that Daniel seemed lighter than he thought.
The bartender quickly opened the door to the bar and couldn't wait to see off Daniel, the uninvited guest. Sabo shook his head and carried Daniel out.
"Where is your home?" the Gray Rabbit asked as soon as he walked out of the bar, although he had almost no expectations, thinking that Daniel, who was so drunk, could not even speak well, and it was impossible to tell his home address.
"...Well...it's...No. 728." However, Daniel said vaguely, and at least gave what seemed to be an address.
"Uh-huh...? Is it [Mainsers Avenue]?" Sabo tried to correct the part that he couldn't hear clearly. He wasn't particularly familiar with the city's roads, but he was in Edinburgh anyway.
Erge has lived there for nearly two years and has been looking for jobs everywhere. He has worked as a courier boy and a food delivery boy. He can at least recognize the names of the roads in the city.
"Hmm..." Daniel seemed to nodded.
But isn't Mainzes Avenue in a slum? Sabo frowned again. Daniel is a Silver Knight after all, so he doesn't live in a slum, right? So what the hell is this, are you kidding me? A kid who was born in a slum.
A broken boy, after a lot of hard work, he became famous and became a Silver Knight in his teens? There is no dream or hope in this world. Doesn’t he know it better than anyone? Now he has given up on dreaming of Saab.
Do you believe this nonsense?
There must be something wrong. I heard that some rich people have eccentricities and like to live in slums. They even build a very grand and grand house in the slums in a weird way, making the poor people look at it every day.
Sour. Maybe this guy Daniel is such a weirdo------he has everything, how could he not be?
The more he thought about it, the stronger the hatred in Sabo's heart became. He looked at Daniel next to him who was so drunk that he looked like a dissolute playboy, and he couldn't help but have the urge to strangle this guy to death.
Restraint. Restraint. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was just a small person, barely struggling on the poverty line without starving to death, and living on thin ice. People like him would not end well if they were impulsive. Live a peaceful life,
Wouldn't it be nice to live in harmony with despair?
...Anyway, let's send this guy to his door first and then check the situation.
Damn, the pain in my chest is starting to spread throughout my body. It hurts so much. Although the ribs are not broken, there may be internal injuries, and the lungs and even the liver may be damaged. It's obviously very painful, but I have to bear this blow.
It's so irritating when the guy who hurt him comes home. The angrier he is, the more it hurts. Damn it, meeting such a plague god is really bad luck for eight lifetimes.
He cursed crazily in his mind, almost dozens of times with every step he took. After groping and groping with great difficulty, he finally entered the edge of the slum, the most desolate area. He found that going further outside was almost outside the city.
In the middle of the forest, I stopped trying to find the house number, but found that there were actually few houses nearby that could be considered houses. Except for a few dilapidated iron houses, the others were connected by bricks, tiles and even rags and wood.
The rotten house can hardly keep out the wind and rain, let alone accommodate people.
He didn't find the wealthy man's mansion he imagined, but instead saw the so-called "728 Mayence Avenue" house. As seen, it was also a dilapidated iron house. Perhaps its owner was more mature than other residents in the slum.
I cared a little bit more about this house, but I patched it up several times with iron sheets, barely keeping this shabby house from collapsing. Despite this, this shabby house still has countless holes, some of which can even make cats
The size of the dogs darting in and out probably can't block the wind and rain. Living in a place like this with cold winters and hot summers, life is really no different from that of savages.
The moment he saw this, the face of the gray bunny young man Sabo was strangely distorted. It was an extremely complex expression that was perfectly used to express the indescribable complex emotions in his heart.
He glanced at the drunk Daniel, so this kid is really poor?
Despite this, Daniel is still a Silver Knight. He has no family and no backing. In short, he climbed up from the bottom of society, from the bottom of the Knights, to the position of Silver Knight step by step. He became a Silver Knight at a young age.
Knight. If all this is true, then for Saab, all this is so incredible and so inspiring.
After living for twenty-three years and suffering countless setbacks and humiliations in his life, Sabo had almost given up on his hopes and dreams. But now, the boy in front of him seemed to be a boy who had lived ten times more miserably than him.
, but used his own life to tell Saab that no matter how poor his background is, as long as people work hard enough, there is still hope for success.
What a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.
Sabo originally planned to leave Daniel in front of the shabby iron house, but he walked over and pushed the door open, and found that the door of the shabby house was only ajar and not locked at all. That's right, the house was bare-walled, except for some
Apart from junk furniture that no one wants, what else is worth stealing? Since it is all junk, of course there is no need to lock it. He sighed, carried Daniel into the house, and found that this was definitely Daniel's home, because it was
There were empty wine bottles on the ground, lying lazily like the drunken boy beside him, it was almost as if they were like their owners.
"Well... I will send you here. You lie down and sleep well..." Sabo placed Daniel on the sofa with countless holes and whispered. The sofa
It might be the only valuable thing in the house, but it might have been moved from the big garbage dump nearby, and Saab wouldn't dare to touch it for fear of getting some bad bacteria on it.
After he settled Daniel, he turned to leave, sighing to himself that this was a really bad night.
"Don't...leave me..." Daniel murmured softly.
"Uh, I have to go home..." Sabo was startled, thinking that Daniel had sobered up.
"Don't leave... Bart..." However, the young Silver Knight boy was just talking in his sleep: "My parents are gone... If you leave too... I will..."
.....I am the only one left..."
The young Gray Rabbit man originally planned to flee the scene at a faster speed, but when he heard Daniel talking in his sleep, he stopped in shock.
"I will give you everything...I have worked hard to earn the money...doctor...I will find the best for you...I will definitely..."
...Find the witch who turned you into this... and change you back to your original state..." The silver knight boy's dream talk continued: "So... please
You...live for me...okay? Please give me...the meaning of continuing to live..."
Sabo, who had been indifferent since just now, now clenched his chest hard.
"fart."
He muttered in a low voice.
"What's the point of living? There is no need for meaning in life."
In the darkest and shabby corner of the world where no one could see him, he screamed silently and hoarsely.
"How many people have given up on their dreams a long time ago and don't even dare to have hope. But you are talking about the meaning of life? Ha?!
------Isn't it better to just live a life reluctantly, and then just wait and waste your whole life in mediocre trivial matters?!
------Isn't it comfortable to live in harmony with despair and let it eat you up?!
------Knowing that everything is in vain, don't you just stop struggling and be done with it?!
------Why do you still have expectations? Don’t you know that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment?!"
"Ha, ha, ha,...um..." After a series of explosive curses, Sabo vomited a mouthful of blood. He was so excited that he was out of breath, but in fact he was exhausted because of general weakness.
, the curse just now didn’t make much noise.
But Daniel had actually been asleep and drunk all the time. Of course, it was impossible to hear the curses of the Gray Rabbit young man.
"I'm such an idiot." Sabo couldn't help crying when he realized that even cursing was in vain. There was no use in cursing this drunkard in a place like this. Even after cursing and venting, Sabo was still in despair day by day.
Even if he waits for death for a day, his despair will never change even a little bit.
Everything is in vain, just like his life.
However, at this moment, the mobile phone in the trouser pocket of the young man named Gray Rabbit vibrated. He had set the mobile phone to vibrate mode just now for part-time job, but it suddenly vibrated in the dead of night, which shocked Saab.
"Who...?" He took out his mobile phone and asked in a low voice. No phone number was displayed, so it was probably a prank call. But Sabo still subconsciously answered the mysterious call, as if he was lucky and thought
The god of luck will suddenly come. Maybe the next phone call will be a lottery winning notification? Who knows.
"Well done, Mr. Saab." Perhaps this was really the arrival of the god of luck, or perhaps it was the whisper of the devil. On the other end of the mysterious phone, a hoarse voice that had obviously used a voice changer said: "You succeeded.
You got that unlucky guy drunk, and you are the only two of you in a remote place, avoiding all eyes and ears along the way. Now, it’s time to take action."