Who am I? Where am I from? The person who calls himself a slave in front of me called me a slave, and used violence and deception to make me have no objection to his requests and orders. From the moment I could take up a tile knife and carry a hoe, I began to build houses day after day and cultivate the fields; from the moment I could no longer take up a tile knife and could not carry a hoe, I silently painted cakes in the wind and rain under the request and order of the slave owner, watching the countless grains I harvested pile up in the countless houses I built.
Come naked in the wind and rain, and go naked in the wind and rain. I have long dared not pursue the meaning of my existence, because my name is...slave.
When the awakened whisper was passed into the circuit, the thoughts were like a passing flint, and some sparks came out...
A trace of blood red remained on the undulating horizon, and the setting sun set, bursting out several long afterglows, saying goodbye to the earth.
Gori stood at the feet of two huge statues, the dry wind blew his rough brown face, and his face with tired and peaceful eyes. He was wearing armor and holding a spear and had just finished a military assembly.
Around him were tired and dragging soldiers, who floated like ghosts, and many soldiers could see obvious tumors and tissue lesions. Although they were soldiers, they did not bring them any health privileges. Even due to long-term hard training and not particularly nutritious food, their lives were shorter than ordinary people.
But so what? Ordinary people always keep coming.
Gori looked back at the huge battleship floating on the airport, the general he served, his master, and a prince from the dynasty, who should have been receiving treatment for unknown reasons.
May he live long...
Gori suddenly felt a tingling pain in his neck. He reached out and touched it, and the lump seemed to have grown bigger again.
Stopped his meaningless thoughts, and he walked step by step along the avenue. These people must leave the inner city before dark, otherwise they will be executed for the crime of "crossing the wall".
After handing over the weapons and armor at the ordnance officer, he carried his bag in a coarse cloth and officially embarked on a short journey home. Along the way, the inner city saw black buildings lined up one after another, some of which imitated the pyramids, and some of which were geometric. The nobles in long robes and gold jewelry looked at the tired soldiers walking by on the windowsill, holding wine glasses and talking and laughing.
Finally, before the last bell rang, he walked out of the city and couldn't help but look back at the wall about 10 meters high. The royal guards stood on the wall, staring coldly below, and the door slowly closed.
"etc--"
A rapid voice sounded, and Gori, who had turned around, turned around and saw that it was his own thousand-man team, Rienta.
This is a brave vanguard who is still fighting bravely even when he is seriously ill. However, his left leg was interrupted in the last battle, and the newly installed limbs seemed to have some problems, which made him very difficult to move.
Half of his face had been destroyed by the disease, he panting and carrying a heavy burden on his back, struggling forward and trotting, while the door was closing. If he couldn't walk out before the door was closed...
"Wait a minute!!"
Gori quickly shouted to the Royal Guard at the top of the city and waved his arms, but the other party was like a statue and even disdained to take a glance.
Gori...wake up...
Seeing that it was useless, Gori ran to the closed door. He wanted to go in but hesitated...
"Enta, hurry! Quick!"
"I...I! Sir! Give it! Give it to Isi!"
Seeing that he was hopeless to go out, Enta grabbed the bag with both hands, used all his strength, and threw it out more than ten meters accurately. Before falling to the crack of the door, Gori reached out to grab it, and then shrank suddenly.
With a bang, the door closed.
"Enta!Enta!"
Gori slapped the gate, as if he heard the scolding and screams of the Royal Guard.
Then he looked at the bag in his hand, turned silently, walked along the cracked dirt road to the crowded station, and took the huge anti-gravity shuttle to ask the "city" composed of mud huts further away.
People kept greeting him in the car. As a commander in the legion, Gori was quite famous in nearby towns. He had no parents, or maybe his parents died very early. In the dynasty, the only way for children who lost their parents to live was to become a slave. He was lucky that he might have stood out from the low-level slaves because of his strong body and was elected as a member of the slave legion of a young prince. He was 13 years old at that time.
After a long ten years ago, he experienced countless life and death crises and witnessed the passing of countless comrades and even superiors. After the failure of his great war with his ancient enemy, the enemy of the dynasty of Fear of the Dead became himself. The Three Saints Council lost almost all its prestige. The dynasties directly and frequently attacked each other. The dynasties also rebelled one after another, so there were more and more soldiers needed.
Only the free people were qualified to become warriors and soldiers, but now slaves are also injected into the army.
Gori survived step by step with his luck and courage, and even gained the appreciation of his master, giving him his identity, property and wife.
Yes, his wife is also a slave. This is the most insurmountable law in the society of fearing the deceased. Each class can only intermarry within its own class. It is as if he even becomes the commander of a thousand men, he will not be considered a nobleman, and he does not even have the identity of a warrior family. Perhaps his descendants should be able to continue as civilians, but in a sense, a huge class leap has already risen.
That's all.
But before he got home, he got off the bus halfway because he had one more thing to do.
He didn't want to face it, but he had to face it. He originally thought that he had already taken life and death lightly, but in fact, those who live are far more sad than those who die.
Gori didn't even know when she had walked to Enta's house. When Enta's wife, who had half of her swollen body, barely opened the door, the smile on her face frozen...
He didn't even know what to say, so he could only silently take out the bag, which contained the medicines and nutritional products that Tarn exchanged for with his contribution to his bloody battle. His six children were shrunk behind his mother, and he didn't even know what was going on.
Tarn often told Gore that he was worried that his wife would leave before him. She married Gore at the age of 13. Her frequent childbirth seriously damaged her body, which had been eroded by the disease, and she showed aging at the age of 20. Therefore, the reason why Tarn was so brave was very simple. He exchanged his wife for drugs that could last for life as much as possible. Although the quality of these drugs was not ideal, it was difficult to make her live beyond thirty years old.
Surgery is a privilege of the nobles, something that civilians and even slaves dare not think about.
Chapter completed!