There is no improvement or change. The replacement cycle of the lords will fluctuate, but the current situation of road maintenance workers has not changed. The noble lords are keen on how to exploit the lower class, public construction and the like unless it is really necessary to do so.
At a certain point, the number is used as performance capital for promotion, otherwise no one would be able to manage it.
"Treading on the ancient paths left by our ancestors thousands of years ago, and then thinking about the tragic state of this legacy caused by human laziness, of course the elves will be angry. As a human, you will find those words stinging, and think that humans have become an outlet to vent their dissatisfaction.
, thinking that he was being bullied - it is normal for a child who was forced into this team to think so. Brunhil also tolerated this idea. Although it was a bit stupid, but at that time you acted well
If you respond to her in a way, if you are a little cute, even if there is still some grudge, everyone is still willing to try to accept you. But you personally ruined this possibility and stayed in the stupid seat of "I'm so pitiful."
"what the hell……"
The boy who was put back on the ground wiped the blood on his face. Unwillingly and rebelliously, the boy with purple eyes stared back at the guardian who looked only about ten years older than him. A deep roar like a wounded beast came out from his lips that were bleeding again:
"Everyone was good and didn't do anything bad. But after you came, you were killed for the sake of it! Why! There was no reason for everyone to be killed by you!!! Father, mother, nun, Chloe
E, Lena, Grete... Why should everyone be killed by guys like you!!!" [
"It's true that they didn't do anything bad, but there were reasons why they had to die."
A boy who is free from the temptation of sophistry. He does not express repentance or remorse for things that have happened in the past, nor does he explain the calmness of reality. The boy who has insufficient understanding and understanding of the unreasonable nature of this world appears to be particularly cold and heavy.
"[Who would be better off if he died], [I really hope that guy dies], [It would be great if that guy dies] - there are always people in the world who think like this, and then use it as a basis to imagine or implement
A battle to kill someone. Regardless of whether it makes sense or not, this is how the world works. The elves have experienced the same thing, to the point of numbness. There have long been so many similar things that they are almost desperate.
"
By bending his knees and squatting down, the vermilion and lavender pupils looked at each other at equal heights for the first time. Only a few seconds after facing the bright red color that reminded people of flames, bloodshed, and death, Roland began to breathe rapidly.
Evenly, the passionate flames in his pupils shrank before the coldness that seemed to materialize.
"Brynhil's parents died of an illness when she was about your age. It was a disease that could have been cured. But at that time, Niflheim, Brunhil's hometown, could even catch a cold.
A hellish place of death.”
Calculated according to the quality of life index (pql) standard, the level of extreme poverty in Niflheim at that time was basically the same as that of some African countries in the 20th century. In very few families, the whole family only had one pair of pants to wear, and only family members who wanted to go out were eligible.
【Enjoy】the privilege of wearing pants.
In a barren village, let alone hire a decent doctor from outside. Even if you pile up all the valuable things in the village, you can't raise the money for the consultation. Besides, there are no human doctors or priests who know medical skills who are so philanthropic that they are willing to help the elves they hate and despise.
.In this environment, people who get sick or injured can only rely on hard support. Elves with strong bodies have a relatively greater chance of survival. Under the environmental conditions where they cannot even eat a full meal, many patients choose to commit suicide to get rid of the pain.
to prevent the spread of the epidemic and reduce food consumption.
"They didn't want to die, and they didn't do any bad things. Just because [they are elves], humans can justifiably refuse to provide help within their capabilities and watch them die. Then, Brynhil is in that kind of look.
When I had no hope, and I didn’t know whether I would wake up the next day, I dragged my sister Freya over.”
"This...this kind of thing..."
"[I don't know], [I didn't do that], [I didn't do it] - that's right. You really can't be held responsible for what happened to Brynhil. Then Brynhil and the others should be responsible for what happened to you.
Take responsibility?”
"you……"
"They are all force majeure. If a famine occurs, everyone will starve. If a plague breaks out, everyone may get sick. Human beings have repeatedly slaughtered the elves, forced them to migrate, and pushed them towards the cliff of despair. The tragedy has never stopped. In order to end this
Everything, we-"
"Killing is wrong!! I don't believe what you say! Humans would never do such a thing! Everything you said is a lie! You lied from beginning to end!"
A stubborn voice with a stiff neck interrupted Li Lin. Anger and refusal to talk clouded his originally clear eyes. The child who had been betrayed once was unwilling to open up to Li Lin again and listen to those discussions. He gritted his molars and shook his head.
With an unyielding aura, he stared at the powerful enemy that even his father could not defeat. His thin body trembled like a leaf in the wind under the cold gaze, but Roland was unwilling to back down. [Fleeing without fighting] was better than [Fleeing without fighting].
Defeat] frightened him even more.
"It is impolite to interrupt others and interrupt casually. You will still receive an education."
The iron fist that repeatedly hit one cheek was raised at a shockingly slow speed. The boy who was hit by the forceful fist until he could barely stand did not even look at the murder weapon, and looked straight at the pair of bright red and ominous eyes without any evasion.
Hitomi.
——If you want to fight, then fight! Even if you blow me away again, I will at least spit blood into your face!!
Instigated by reactionary stubbornness and anger, Roland tensed up and prepared to receive another expected punch. The boy, who was so angry that he couldn't move, kept the handsome face in front of him reflected on his retinas.
Wave--[
Roland failed to regain consciousness and was hit on the forehead by a painless middle finger. The boy who could not react watched the fist and dark arm that covered his vision move away, followed by a leisurely and evil smile like a fox waving its tail.
"59 points. It is a bad behavior to interrupt others and interrupt without authorization. It is true to say that I lied to you. The two offset scores are 59, which is better than the previous performance. However, do not rely on things you don't know.
I speak from my own subjective assumptions. Nothing in this world is absolute. You have only come into contact with some merchants outside Bode Village. What kind of faces will humans show outside of your sight?
If you are too young and have too little experience, you will not be able to imagine it."
A deep smile appeared on the crack of his lips. The man in black gave an unexpected answer and stood up. A somewhat unreal voice fell from Roland's head.
"You don't even know about your parents."
There was no time to digest the sudden information. With a bang, a bag made of the same fabric as the tent fell in front of me. Combining the two three-finger wide and short ends at the opening and bottom of the bag, it was pulled forcefully from the cloth.
Judging from the bulge of the bag, there must be quite a lot of stuff inside.
"It contains four days' worth of food, water, bandages, sleeping bags, self-defense weapons, and anti-snake and insect potions for adults. Take these and go in the direction you like."
Completely casually, it would not be an exaggeration to say it was carefree, Li Lin spread his hands and took steps toward the north where the convoy was traveling.
"You... what on earth do you want to do?! You casually destroyed the village, killed everyone, brought me here, and now let me go. What on earth do you want to do?! Why are you toying with others?
Don’t stop until you reach this point?! Stop joking! Bastard!!!!!!!”
His voice rose uncontrollably, and he spewed out his anger. As if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and resentment against the situation, the world, and his inability to do anything, Roland picked up the stones from the ground and gradually pulled away from him.
The black figure in the distance threw it with all its strength.
The stone thrown by the child was not considered an effective threat at all. He leisurely deflected his body. The stone with poor aim did not even scratch the corner of his clothes. After drawing an arc of force, it bounced on the ground a few times.
Go down and burrow into the grass.
"I don't admit it."
Without looking back, the mockery went straight to his heart as the wind that lowered the temperature blew on his body. Roland's burning and angry body trembled in the cold wind. The person in front of him was neither friendly nor contemptuous. He completely despised this person [Roland], as if talking to himself.
The tone comes out of the syllable of disgust.
"I don't admit that a brat like you, who can only cry, act coquettishly, lose his temper, and at most throw stones from behind, is the son of Leonardo D'Arc. Don't joke? Joking, saying stupid things, except what you see.
Aren’t you the idiot who can’t see or hear anything outside your narrow world?”
As he strode along the thousand-year-old road covered with dust and fallen leaves, his declaration, which was harder than steel but colder than steel, crossed the distance and fell into the ears of the boy who understood this.
"In short, with you like this, you can't grab anything with your strong hands, and you can't do anything. Having such a useless son is a stain on Leonardo D'Arc's life experience. If you can stay outside for seven days and survive,
If so, I might consider re-evaluating it. Otherwise, I can only say that that couple is terrible at educating their children."
The steps paused for a moment, the left hand in his pocket was raised above his head and waved, and the calm and teasing farewell pierced Roland's tender heart.
"Try to think about it carefully. Is it survival or destruction? It's not easy even if you have the intelligence to do this."
The stone with excessive force jumped over the head of Li Lin, who was motionless. The boy roared in reply, and the corners of Li Lin's mouth slightly raised.
"Go away, you bastard! Get away as far as possible! Who wants charity from you! Hypocrisy! I will survive, even if I chew bark and rocks, I will live, and then I will give you a good look!!"...)