There is no light in life. For Luer, there is only a tiring day and an even tiring next day.
She is an orphan, or in other words, more than 90% of the Changshou children do not know who their parents are.
Maybe, they once loved themselves very much, maybe, they once smiled very warmly
"313! Why don't you hurry up? You don't want to live anymore!"
But her companion's angry rebuke brought her back to her senses.
She nodded numbly and gratefully, speeding up her cleaning of the bookshelf.
This is the city library of Guicheng. As one of the frontline colonies of the Lava Clan, it is also the gathering place of the gray dwarves.
And since they are the masters of the colony, they naturally don't know how to work. They have a large number of slaves to do all the work.
The slaves of the Changshou Clan, the private wealth of the library owner, are the identities of Luer and her friends.
There is also a humiliating volcano brand on her forehead, which was branded directly on her when she was captured, and the price may be just the loss of a whip or a bottle of water.
She is not a warrior, because right in front of her, a sister directly hit the wall and committed suicide on the spot just to refuse such a humiliating mark.
And she, as well as her compatriots who are currently struggling as slaves, cannot be regarded as true warriors. Perhaps they were killed during the resistance when they were captured.
"Hurry up, 313, or we'll have nothing to eat and it might be even worse."
Looking at No. 317 who looked uneasy, Luer knew what he didn't dare to say anymore.
I heard that the "gentlemen" went out to hunt again, so a new batch of slaves arrived.
Slaves are inherently strenuous, do not have food or medical care, and are often subjected to corporal punishment and mental pressure. They are consumables. Even if they do not die suddenly, as their years of use increase, their physical strength and endurance are often not as good as those of newly captured slaves.
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Slaves who are not performing well should be replaced regularly.
Reason? Do you need a reason? Just find the one who works the slowest and throw it away.
Lu'er, or No. 313, is already considered very powerful. As a woman, she has survived No. 314 and No. 315, and is already considered a senior in her category.
But it also means that her service life may be approaching. It is becoming increasingly difficult for her to concentrate and her physical strength is getting worse.
"I can't die"
Not wanting to die, or perhaps not wanting to die a meaningless death, was her obsession. She even didn't know what the meaning of this unbearable "life" was.
Her daily job is to clean the bookshelves and return returned books to the bookshelves, as well as clean corridors, furnishings, transportation facilities, etc.
She likes this job very much, not just because it is relatively easy and safe compared to other heavy physical jobs, but more importantly because
"When is the next story time? Today?" No. 313 lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
"It should be so. No. 177 said that he read two new stories. They are very interesting and maybe also very useful."
No. 177, "His Royal Highness" in the library. In fact, it is very likely that he is really of the blood of the nobles. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain that as a long-hand clan, he can not only read and write the language of the Lava clan, but even know how to read and write.
The lost poetry and history of the Long Hands themselves!
Most of the slaves working in the library are fans of brother No. 177. At least for Luer, the "story meeting" held by the librarian during the regular meeting was the happiest time of the week.
The heroes in those stories are so strong and wise. Although those fairy tale-like props (airplanes, spaceships) are known to be lies at first glance. How could the Long Hand Clan have a better means of transportation than the Lava Clan Master?
"Today he will talk about ancient countries. Last time I heard him talk about the meritocratic system. He said that everyone has the right to learn Chinese characters. It was really interesting."
Looking at the short noble master walking past, No. 313 Luer said softly.
She likes those stories very much and the carefree life in them, but she actually likes No. 177 more. She likes his confidence and likes him telling everyone that our long-hand clan is not actually called the long-hand clan, but the long-hand clan.
"Shenmue", we are no worse than any other intelligent race, we should have our own life and development.
At least when No. 177 told the story, his inner self-confidence and self-esteem made No. 313 and others feel that their race still had possibilities.
"Great Mother of the World, if you really pray for everything as in the story, please bless Brother 177 to live healthily into the future, and bless him to really lead us to escape to the utopia of hope, even if
It’s okay if we all die, as long as he’s still alive, we still have hope.”
Yes, the runaway, library slaves have a plan.
Then there is a war going on in the city recently, and many positions in the city are vacant. At a scheduled meeting, someone will sacrifice to lure away the remaining guards, giving others a chance to escape.
It's obvious that this is No. 177's plan, and only he can convince others to follow him in this crazy and stupid plan.
And every time the people above "turn a blind eye" to the "slave story meeting", it is actually an exchange of progress in each company's work preparations.
"The brothers on the other side of the pier agreed, and the wooden boat was ready and placed under the pier as a broken ship."
"We will be able to handle the engine. We have thoroughly understood the materials that brother gave us. If the fuel is taken from the lighting facilities, we should be able to do it in time."
"We've almost prepared clothes, things to keep out the cold, and food."
A piece of good news was delivered, and 177, who was standing at the top, nodded, just when he was about to say something.
"Boom!"
The door to the basement of the library suddenly opened, and a large number of "masters" suddenly poured into the utility room that had been neglected in the past.
"Sir, we are preparing for the cleaning work of the Volcano Festival and decorating the venue."
When he was surprised that there was no news from the sentry outside, No. 177 bit the bullet and went forward.
But the next moment, he stopped, his eyes filled with despair.
Compatriot No. 266 Ada, who was supposed to stay outside as a guard, was following behind the old men with a fawning smile on her face.
In that moment, with just one glance, 177, who understands people's hearts, knew everything.
He, the great "savior", suffered a shameful betrayal.
"I, I am still useful. I am the son of the leader of the Gray Cavalry tribe. I can lead you."
No. 177 is truly a prince, and he has been good at learning and understanding people's hearts since he was a child. He believes that he was born with the destiny of saving his race. How could he fall here?
Even if you betray everyone, as long as you are still alive, there is still hope!
He gritted his teeth and glanced back, and received encouraging looks. They also knew their own value and hoped that they could survive and practice the utopia of their own ethnic group.
And when he thought and said this, he was ready to prove his worth.
"collapse!"
Brains and blood spattered all over the floor, and the headless corpse of No. 177 just lay on the ground.
Everyone was stunned. The next moment, the slaves screamed in the whole room. Their light died, and they died in front of themselves.
"Bang! Bang!"
But then, the collapse of the two heads and the fallen body made everyone calm down.
"From today on, he will be your leader. You can choose which one you want."
But "Master" just pursed his lips in disgust.
As for the racial abilities and extraordinary abilities of the Long Hands? Rebellion? Haha, being a slave is not qualified, and being a cleaner is already a good treatment.
At this moment, the "betrayer" No. 266 Ada came over with a happy face. Looking around, she naturally found the most beautiful No. 313!
"313 No, Lu'er, from today on, you are my female."
But at this time, Luer did not respond.
She just lowered her head and looked at the debris on the ground, tears constantly falling.
She lowered her body and kept scratching, trying to put the broken "Prince" back together. But apart from staining her hands red, there was no point.
The hope for herself and her race was gone, and she couldn't cry because her tears had long since dried up.
There is a fire in her heart, but she doesn't know how to vent it, because she is just a fragile slave and doesn't know how to vent the emotion called anger.
"Snapped!"
The new "leader" used the whip he had just obtained to awaken her reason.
"Crack!" Another whip, this time, there was a blood mark a finger wide.
The pain did not make her give in. She raised her head and glared at the traitor, but inexplicably found that there was an extra "person" in the room.
It was a "human being". In his open palm, there was a water ball flashing continuously, and the arrow on it pointed at the minced meat on the ground!
"you you"
The new leader, No. 266 Ada, first felt that her authority was threatened, and then immediately realized that something was wrong, and was about to yell and issue a warning.
"boom!"
His head flew up and shattered into pieces.
The fragments of his brain were scattered all over the floor, mixed with No. 177, whom he hated the most.
No. 313 Luer then noticed that there were also headless corpses of gentlemen lying at the door! This man sneaked in at some point and killed everyone who stood in his way.
At this moment, the man seemed a little distressed, and he muttered to himself in "human language".
"It's all because of the boat blockage that the savior died. What should we do next?!"