Here, slaves are not human beings, not really, they are just machines, the lowest machines living in this country.
There is no dignity, no freedom, and no self.
The Green Emperor secretly rubbed her shoulders, and the sharp branches cut her fingers again. She just lowered her head, and a streak of blood began to appear in the cold water.
And then more and more.
"What are you doing? Work quickly. If you can't finish wiping it down, don't stop eating." The man with a rough face hit him with a stick again. The Green Emperor shrank, but he didn't dare to hide.
If she drives away and dodges, then there will be another one, and another one, and she won't be able to escape. She absolutely won't be able to escape.
After waiting for a long time, she still didn't feel any pain in her body. Only her shoulder was faintly repeating the pain just now, numb and painful.
The man holding the wooden stick in his hand widened his eyes, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He looked at the tall man in front of him in disbelief, and his legs had begun to weaken.
The man let go of his hand, and he fell limply at his feet.
"Your Majesty," he knelt on the ground quickly, and everyone beside him became silent. They had never seen their King so close. This time, he stood in front of them, so...
Tall and so majestic, he was wearing a white dress, exuding the most noble temperament in this country.
He put his hands behind his back and stared at the wooden stick at his feet. He had never thought that something like this could happen in his country, and that it would be in his palace. Sure enough, he didn't expect it, no.
It means it is impossible not to happen.
This time, he was allowed to see it with his own eyes.
He turned around and looked at Lotte, who had been shrinking. She had no hair, so Andrew always thought she was him. In addition, her too thin body made him think for a time that she was just him.
Just a little boy.
His eyes moved to her hands. Those hands were already covered with large and small wounds, some of which might be new, and some of them were white from being soaked in cold water. How could he endure such a cold day?
"Leave these things to him," Andrew pointed at the man kneeling on the ground and ordered the guard beside him. The guard behind him nodded, understanding what he meant.
After Andrew finished speaking, he squatted on the ground and looked at the seemingly tiny child in front of him. He was the king of a country, but now he was squatting next to a slave. The people next to him stared straight-eyed.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing now. In the eyes of all of them, their king was noble and wise and could not be approached. However, the fact proved that the king was also a human being and had feelings.
A compassionate person is in charge of a country, the entire country's diplomacy, and all its wealth.
And everything in the palace, the closest to him, was obviously ignored by him.
"Does it hurt?" He put his hand on the child's shoulder and tried to keep his voice as soft as possible. He didn't care that his clothes would get dirty on his fingers, but he could clearly feel the protruding features of the child.
Shoulder bones.
To be so thin.
His heart suddenly ached. He never lacked anything. He didn't know that there was such a child here. A child of ten years old should be keeping warm by his mother's side now.
But he already has to work.
"Let's go, I'll take you to apply the medicine," he carefully took his hand, not daring to hold it hard. Unexpectedly, he felt that the hand in his hand was particularly soft, although the skin looked particularly rough now.
, but it is still different from his softness.
But Lotte didn't even dare to move. She kept her head down, and the warmth from her palms was as warm as her brother Zeng Jin gave it to her.
Let her be nostalgic and nostalgic.
"Brother," her lips moved slightly, and her thin voice was understandable only to her.
"Come with me, child," the man's mellow voice rang in her ears. She raised her head and saw his light brown hair, which had some warmth, but was still not golden.
She had never seen hair of the same color as her brother's here. She wanted to recall it, only to realize that she really wanted to see it with her own eyes, even if she couldn't touch it, as long as she could see it
Already.
Lowering her head again, she just followed him. His hands were huge. If Yin Sa was the same, she knew that he was not him and would never be him.
He could only follow him, as if he had entered another door of destiny. Whether that was bad or good, freedom or greater pain, she did not know and could not know.
She wanted to break away from his hand, but he held it tightly again. "Don't be afraid, I'm just taking you to apply the medicine." The male voice in her ear was unexpectedly soft. Apart from Fianna, she was here.
The most peaceful voice I have ever heard.
She stopped struggling and just let him hold his hand. She lowered her head and looked at the leather shoes he wore on his feet. They were so shiny that not even a trace of dust could be found.
The shoes on her feet were almost worn out, and she never dared to look up. Here, she was instinctively afraid. He led her through many layers of black marble steps, and walked through the paved
The shag carpet, when the outside door closed, she turned around and saw the huge door. The outside and the inside were like two worlds. It was winter outside, but it was spring here.
Her feet touched the carpet and she stood still.
"Why don't you leave?" Andrew stopped strangely and looked at the child in front of him who only reached his chest. He still smiled gently, without any airs of a king. He was different from the second prince.
Although the two of them were born from the same mother, he has always been gentle and kind. He has always been the most loved king by his people, and he is also a good king.
"I'm... afraid of staining the floor," Lotte's voice came out in a small voice. The floor under her feet seemed to have thorns, which made her soles very serious.
It was indeed a child. Listening to such a soft voice, Andrew just put his hand on Lotte's head. The ridiculously short hair made him never think of her as a girl.