11. Finally, do I not forget the original intention?
In his previous life, when he was 15 years old, Li Jia Shu personally killed a fish for the first time.
At that time, my mother taught me step by step how to disembowel the fish, remove the guts, and remove the scales.
Because the mother will be traveling far away in the next few days, she has to teach her son how to cook fish.
A few nights later, Li Jiasu washed the fish blood on his hands with soap and asked his father who was reading the newspaper.
Does it mean that if your hands are stained with blood, you will become a bad guy?
The father slapped the newspaper on the coffee table, held his son's hands, and said, "You are wrong in thinking, son."
"Everything must be viewed dialectically, and the specific situation must be analyzed in detail, and we must not dwell on the past and present."
"Moreover, people's understanding will change. The present will return to the present, and the past will return to the past."
"Change?" This word is too abstract for a 15-year-old boy.
"Human knowledge is not a straight line, but is infinitely similar to a series of circles and a curve similar to a spiral." My father explained patiently.
"Huh? A spiral curve?" Li Jiasu shook his head, "It's a spiral and a curve, twisting and turning. Won't people be stunned and lose their sense of direction?"
Father was silent for a long time.
In the end, he just held his son's hand and said sincerely:
“So, son, no matter whether you run or walk, jump or crawl in the future, whenever you go to a new place, remember to look back to the starting point, clarify the path you have taken, identify the path under your feet, and identify the way forward.
"
"Don't forget your original intention."
...
The blacksmiths and craftsmen of Gus City promptly delivered the Xixi version of labor protection gloves and safety helmets to the castle at noon on the second day.
The devil is very satisfied because it fits perfectly.
Throughout the morning, he led 83 workers to cut down trees in the forest near the castle. The logs were ready, and he planned to process them into parts in the afternoon.
Labor protection gloves can protect workers' hands from being injured by wood thorns.
As for safety helmets, they are actually not used today (because only wood is processed), but it is not a bad thing to let the workers wear them first to get familiar with the feeling.
After all, everyone will have to wear them for a long time in the future.
When receiving the helmet, Kapuschkin Lozovsky (Scarface) was very surprised and asked Li Jia Shu: "Sir, do you plan to train us into slave soldiers?"
In Kapuschkin's impression, generally only the close soldiers of noble lords would distribute metal helmets.
Although the brass helmet I have on hand has a slightly thin leather with cotton sandwiched in the middle, and the overall shape is weird. But there is no doubt that this is a metal helmet of decent quality.
"Haha, maybe." Li Jia Shu laughed dryly, "After processing the wooden structural parts, in a few days, when we officially start building the house, these safety helmets can effectively protect your heads."
"Understood, thank you, sir!" Kapuschkin loudly replied to Li Jiasu.
Not far away, several Mrs. Slay looked here and quietly spat on the ground.
Li Jiasu pretended not to see it and sighed slightly in his heart.
Some things cannot be rushed and cannot be accomplished overnight.
And, objectively speaking, even though Li Jia is a new-born devil, he is considered a powerful mid-boss in this world.
However, some things have nothing to do with individual strength.
Extraordinary power, while bringing confidence, also brings mental torture.
In a previous life, a certain film director shot a famous scene in a realistic absurdist comedy.
When the protagonist has power in his hands, he must not forget it.
A gun pointed at the enemy,
The other gun must be pointed at yourself.
...
dark night.
82 Mrs. Slay were surrounded by soldiers with spears and guarded in the open space outside the farm.
About 20 meters away, the cloaked man, the lord, the personal guard, the steward, and two other soldiers stood in a circle around the poor man lying on the ground.
Three hours ago, Mrs. Slay sneaked out of the farm village in the dark, attacked and knocked out a patrolling soldier, grabbed a weapon, and fled towards the seaport town.
He wanted to take advantage of midnight to hijack a fishing boat and escape from the island.
He almost succeeded,
Unfortunately, at the last moment, he was discovered by the town's police chief and militiamen, and he was caught.
The escapees were escorted back to the castle, waking up almost everyone.
The Lord lord waved his hand and asked the Sheriff to come back tomorrow morning to collect the reward.
So the Sheriff took the militiamen and returned to Gus City happily.
The poor man who failed to escape was lying on the dirt in pain, waiting to meet his tragic fate.
The wide cotton and linen cloak and the cold brass mask perfectly concealed Li Jiasu's trembling.
The devil is afraid.
This world is not a utopian paradise.
Rather, it is an ordinary feudal world with a hint of low magic and extraordinary.
"Well, Chu Yang... tell me, according to the laws of the Kingdom of Spain, what punishment will be imposed on slaves who escape?"
Trying his best to stabilize his emotions, Li Jiasu asked Chu Yang.
The tone of his voice was extremely low.
He didn't want Chu Yang to find out that he was actually shaking and scared.
how should I do it?
Kill Chu Yang, kill the housekeeper, kill the guard Hamo, kill the soldiers, once and for all, out of sight and out of mind?
What about the sheriffs and militiamen in the seaport town?
What about the shop owners who bought slaves to use?
I am a powerful extraordinary being, all mortals are ants, and everyone must surrender to my power.
Is that so?
Chuyang glanced at Li Jiasu.
Then, the young lord in purple velvet silk frowned and looked at the steward standing beside him.
When Ator, the butler, saw his master looking at him, he thought for a few seconds and immediately replied: "Sir, in fact, we in the Kingdom of Spain have not formulated any laws in this regard, for the entire kingdom."
"Although His Majesty the King has indeed decreed some laws throughout the territory to the nobles, small matters such as 'slave escape' can generally be judged by the sheriff of the village or the lord himself."
"Well, then, Chuyang, what do you think?" Li Jiasu's deep voice sounded.
Mrs. Slay was lying on the ground, shaking all over, with tears and runny nose streaming from her nose.
Chu Yang stared at the back of the slave's head and said nothing for a minute.
Then, he asked the butler again: "Attor, if I remember correctly, two years ago, in the dyeing shop in Gusi City, a slave bought by the shopkeeper tried to steal a ship and escape in the middle of the night.
, is there such a thing?”
The butler recalled for a few seconds and replied: "Yes, sir, it happened. The city's sheriff, militia and shop owner finally caught the slave who wanted to steal the ship."
Chu Yang nodded, "What decision did the Sheriff and the dye shop owner make in the end?"
"Sir, the Sheriff and the owner of the dye shop finally stoned the slave to death." The butler said in a cold tone.
"Oh, I got it." Chu Yang showed no expression on his face and made a gesture to the guard Hamo.
The lord's loyal personal guard drew out the short sword from his waist.
Twenty meters away, the other 82 Mrs. Slay, guarded by the spears of the soldiers, guessed the tragedy that was about to happen based on the movements of the guard Hamo, despite the language barrier.
In the crowd, Scarface had his eyes closed, his hands clenched tightly, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
The weak eat the strong, which is the law of nature and human desire.
Kapuskin clenched his fists tightly,
he thought,
Although the mysterious ‘Axelarat Lee’ is kind to us slaves.
But if I have the power,
I must kill him!
I have to let my compatriots be free.
We Mrs. Slay have already suffered enough in the frozen land of the far north.
The 'promotion path' provided to us by 'Axelarat' and the local lords is an evil trick of division! These slave owners want us to divide ourselves and continue to fight for an olive branch, making it difficult for us to be united.
Scarface closed his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, and screamed to himself in his heart.
Guard Hamo held a short sword and walked to the slave's side step by step, neither fast nor slow.
The sword edge touched the man's back vest.
"Master?" Guard Hamo looked at Chuyang, waiting for the lord's verdict.
The 15-year-old boy in purple velvet silk clothes stared at the person lying on the ground.
The man was shaking, breathing rapidly, and the ground was soaked with tears.
After a while, the young man spoke.
"Axelarat."
"Chu Yang." Li Jiasu responded.
"These people are both my slaves and your construction team." Chu Yang continued, "So the decision should be based on the opinions of both of us."
"Yes." Li Jiasu whispered.
"Then, as a lord, my idea is," Chu Yang looked at Li Jia Shu, "it is entirely up to you to make the decision, Axelarat. I have no idea of my own, I will listen to you."
The rights were transferred to Li Jiasu.
Guard Hamo stood aside holding a dagger.
Li Jia Shu walked forward dully, grabbed the man's neck with his thick palms, and lifted him up with one hand.
After gaining extraordinary strength, mortal necks became even more fragile to Li Jiasu.
Just pinch it lightly and it will snap instantly.
Through the cold brass mask, Li Jiasu looked at the Sleifs, the soldiers, the guard Hamo, the housekeeper Ator, and Chuyang.
Looking towards the harbor town with faint lights in the dark night.
For those slaves, those small citizens, and those castle residents, sometimes it is impossible to clarify the right and wrong of something.
History seems to be laughing at Li Jia Shu, saying:
'Seeking common ground while reserving differences is just your idiotic dream.'
Is it not me who is wrong, but the world?
Without punishment, how can we ensure that people's hearts will not disperse?
His hands gradually began to use force.
At this moment, Li Jiasu thought of many things.
I remember the first time I killed a fish.
Thinking of my father and mother.
I remembered every bit of my previous life.
"Ah!——" The man screamed.
"Ah!—ah!—" the screams continued.
Scarface opened his eyes in confusion.
That poor man hasn't died yet? Has he been screaming for so long?
Taking a closer look, the tall and fierce masked man was pressing the poor man to the ground, scratching something on the poor man's face with his long and sharp nails? Extremely long and sharp terrifying nails?!
Li Jia Shu did not kill anyone.
Bright red blood dripped into the soil.
The poor man was pinned to the ground by Li Jiasu and used his sharp devil nails to carve bloody marks on his face.
Guard Hammer looked on. It seemed that the devil's messenger had carved two strange square shapes on the slave's face?
After a while, the poor man fainted and Li Jiasu also withdrew his bloody finger.
Just now, two square characters that only Li Jiasu himself could understand were stabbed on the poor man's face.
'conscience'.
He stood up and looked at Chu Yang, guard Hamo, housekeeper Ator, and the surrounding soldiers.
"Listen! My verdict for him is!"
"Inflict the punishment of 'stabbing the face' in my hometown of Seris in ancient times!"
"Tattoo a specific pattern on his face so that when the people on the island see him, they will know that he has disobeyed the Lord!"
"Steward, tomorrow morning you send someone to take him to Gusi City, call all the shop owners, and auction him off. From now on, he will not be under our control."
Steward Ator bowed slightly to Li Jiasu, indicating that he understood the mission.
Then, Li Jia Shu looked at the remaining 82 Sleif ladies and shouted in Sleif language: "This is punishment! He will be taken to the town and auctioned off, and his life and death in the future is not up to me!"
"If there is a next time and someone tries to escape, I will kill him directly! I will do what I say!"
After yelling and ignoring everyone, Li Jia Shu took heavy steps and walked to the desolate beach six or seven kilometers away from the castle.
The soldiers drove all Mrs. Slay back to the farm and the castle stables.
Guard Hamo carried the unconscious poor man.
"Master, it's time to go back to the castle and rest." The butler reminded the lord.
Chu Yang looked at Li Jia Shu's lonely back and paused for a moment.
It wasn't until he couldn't see his back that he turned around and returned to the castle.
...
On the beach, cotton and linen cloaks and brass masks were thrown on the gravel.
Li Jiasu sat on the pile of rocks and watched the ebb and flow of the cold sea water.
He is not God now, and he will not be God in the future.
If there really is a god who can change the rules of heaven and earth and everything in the universe with a single thought, why is the world still so corrupt?
He also cannot be a savior, because personal power has its limit.
Maybe there has never been a savior.
Li Jiasu was in pain, but not confused.
Walking to the ebb and flow of the beach, under the reflection of the moonlight, my current terrifying face was reflected on the water.
Li Jia Shu has forgotten what his original face looked like.
However, your face is actually not important.
At the funeral that year, my father's friends and comrades said to themselves when they were paying their respects -
——Although, due to the flooding, my father’s remains have been completely deformed.
But we always remember,
He leads by example, persists in struggle, and pursues the truth.
After washing his face, Li Jiasu picked up the cloak and mask from the gravel and put them on again.
Keep your feet on the ground, step by step, and slowly walk towards the castle.
Don't be too hasty, don't be too quick, if you take one wrong step, everything will be ruined.
I can be in pain, but I can never be confused!
because,
Only by never forgetting your original intention can you achieve success.