The maids with the word slave tattooed on their foreheads bowed and retreated.
But his eyes were secretly looking at the most gentlemanly duke among the overseas forces. He rarely summoned slaves and would not abuse slaves on weekdays.
For these upper-class people overseas, verbal abuse and whipping slaves are daily venting needs. They are violent but enjoy the mental relaxation brought by these slaves.
Brand is a rare leader who does not abuse slaves, so he not only has a high prestige among the military, but also has a good favorability among these slaves.
Although the favorability of these slaves is of no use to him, he will always leave a point in his heart for the bottom line of his life. He was once a person who climbed up from the ground, and he clearly knows that sometimes an ant can Cause fatal harm to people.
Therefore, he would think more carefully or be more diplomatic when dealing with people. This made the other dukes particularly unhappy, thinking that he was too pretentious or too petty.
The other few, whether they are dukes or earls, are mostly nobles in their families. Before the apocalypse, their families were considered nobles. After the apocalypse, they would not have easily overthrown the previous dynasty if it weren't for the sudden attack of the king who had super strength and led his people to overthrow the previous dynasty. defection.
Fortunately, after the defection, the new king still recognized their titles and did not take them away, but the contempt in their hearts always existed.
Everyone knows that three of today's five great dukes came from the bottom, and even the king came from a small family.
However, they did not dare to really discuss it in front of others. As the saying goes, after the end of the world, strength will be respected, the strong will rule the world, and the weak will be whipped. These are the eternal rules.
In addition to this country they just set foot on, they heard that most of the civilians here lived a very comfortable life. They imagined the joy of dragging these people underground and letting those who had lived a good life serve them and give them Being a slave is simply what every family in the overseas power wants to do.
From the moment they stepped into this continent and no one stopped them at the beach, they knew that this was an excellent opportunity.
After Brand conveyed the king's arrangements one by one, he returned to his residence. He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and shook the juice in the cup.
His complexion is very fair, which can be said to be pale, with bright red lips, three-dimensional and deep facial features, and golden slightly curly hair, just like Cupid in ancient Greece.
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and thought about how he used sharp tools to disfigure his appearance so that the nobles would not miss him. He was born in a slave farm and was often touched on the face and butt when he was a child.
After he grew up a little, someone took a fancy to his face and said that he could be photographed for magazines and become a model, which would get very generous rewards. He was tempted, but he was still a little wary in his heart.
Unexpectedly, he was forced into a car. What happened in that car was a dark period that he would never forget in his life.
When he was thrown out of the car like a scrap of cloth, he could only remember the faces of those people, because his gaze made them uncomfortable, and they almost had their eyes gouged out.
His beautiful golden eyes were once wanted to be dug out. Fortunately, he closed his eyes in a hurry, lowered his head and let the people on him kick him one by one. He held his head tightly, hoping to Don't die, live.
He always had a thought in his mind, don't let him have a chance, otherwise he will come back with revenge.
After he was arrested for his face again, he used a sharp stone to cut his face to pieces. He remembered that when he was dragged to see the owner, he almost scared the owner to death. .
In the end, he was beaten up and thrown out. He lay on the ground with a sigh of relief for a long time before he came back to his senses.
He remembered a beautiful star he had read in the newspaper and said that beauty is not a sin, it is the best gift from God.
Unfortunately, excessive beauty leads to accelerated death or various forms of abuse at the bottom.
However, he didn't fully understand all this until he was fifteen years old. When his face was destroyed, he returned to the depths of the underground black market to work, pick up trash, and do various dangerous jobs.
His face was disfigured, and because he was too ugly, he could only work and live in dark places all year round. He found a job in the back kitchen of some gambling dens or restaurants to wash dishes, and he would often sit in the deepest, darkest corner. I kept washing these leftover dishes and chopsticks in my hands.
Only the small faucet in the innermost area belongs to him, and the rest belongs to other staff.
On weekdays, everyone is taciturn when they see him. The wages here can be said to be the lowest in the city. Even if they don't pay you, you don't have the courage to say it. This is a black market, the darkest place. You usually pick up the leftovers from others. Also slightly satiating. These are all gifts from the owner.
He couldn't remember how many people he had been bullied by. At that time, other people who had worked here for who knows how long could bully and humiliate him, including people whose daily lives were unsatisfactory. They were at the bottom of society. He is a character who naturally has a dark and twisted side deep in his heart, and he is unable to bear everything.
Until the world changed, people hid in fear, saying that there were monsters outside, many monsters wanted to eat people, etc.
Even the dark corner where he usually stayed was crowded with people, until he had a headache and returned to the small corner where he usually huddled up. There was just a narrow passage and an old iron door where he usually slept. Symbolically locked.
He felt hot all over until he heard someone coming here and kicked open the dilapidated iron door, and many people rushed in screaming.
Someone suddenly pointed at themselves and said, "There's someone here with a fever!"
Now, as long as most people have this symptom, they will definitely turn into monsters outside in the next moment.
Or you might be lucky enough to become a superman with superpowers, but those people sneered and said: "What kind of superpowers can this little bitch have? Throw him out and feed it to the monsters outside first to buy us time to run inside and hide." "
After saying that, some people lifted him up directly. Little Brand struggled hard, but unfortunately he was alienated at the moment and had no strength at all.
He could only let these people throw him to the door, and the monster not far away was about to chase him. At this time, he held his hands on his head, just like he did when he was a child, as if he could survive as long as he held his head. .
However, contrary to expectations, he was bitten by the monster. It hurt, it hurt. Dad, mom, where are you? Why haven't I seen you since I was a child? He looked at the sky desperately, as if everything had disappeared. , he didn't know what he was like after being bitten. The severe pain in his body made him unable to think, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
When he woke up again, he found that all the wounds on his body had healed, even the bite wounds.
He walked to a mirror and saw that his scratched cheeks had all returned to their original shape, with no scars at all.
Later, he heard that this was a superpower. He tried to cut his arm with a sharp object, but it returned to its original shape in a few breaths.
Is this his own superpower? Then he tried using his superpowers and found that he could control these zombies and even imprison people in one place.
He always carried a small knife in his hand. This small knife was very sharp. He picked it up in the back kitchen. Maybe because it was too small and hidden in a small cabinet, no one noticed it.
This is a small boning knife. Chefs usually use this knife to cut some bones with marrow. These are stewed and many guests like to eat them. It is not easy to operate with a large knife.
At that time, Brand didn't have a name yet. Those people kept calling him Xiao Huang or Xiao Jin. Because of his hair color, he was always called these puppy-like names.
When he realized how powerful he was, he took the boning knife and walked step by step towards those who threw him out.
He stretched out his hand and imprisoned them all. It was as if there were transparent threads intertwining and imprisoning all of them in place.
When people first saw him, they were disgusted, disgusted, and even cursed, asking why he didn't die or be eaten by those monsters.
Almost all of these people in this place have bullied him. Don't think that people at the bottom can be sympathetic to each other, they are just bugs hiding in the dark.
These people are used to pretending to be grandchildren outside, but once someone looks a little different from them, they will become vicious.
From the initial desperate struggle to the final numbness, he only hoped that he could get up and work smoothly the next day. He wanted to survive, and he could accept anything.
Without any expression on his face, he quietly performed an operation on everyone hiding here.
Later, people kept begging for mercy and apologizing to him, saying that they had all been confused and made mistakes. Some people wanted to kneel down, but there was no way.
In the end, Brand didn't seem to hear him. He still started one by one, leaving behind perfect batches of people, leaving only one head for him to hold his breath until he finally died.
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, those people began to say all kinds of dirty things about him, but Brand still slowly started to work on his masterpiece.
Until a few people outside opened the door and came in to see all this, Brand had finished everyone's work, and a high layer of human bones was piled next to it.
He looked at the people coming outside, their hands covered with blood. He was playing with the boning knife, thinking that a big battle was about to start.
Just listen to the tall man at the head say: "Follow me, we will fight out together."
A simple sentence, each simple word, but no one had ever said it to him like this. He whispered softly: "We."
"That's right, us."
Later, he really followed them all the way to the end and ascended to the position of king, and he was immediately made a duke.
Since then, he has been leading people to conquer those small-scale forces. It is only now that he has strong strength to come to this only land that can compete with them.
He named himself Hubert Brand, which had a very good meaning. There was still a glimmer of light in his heart.
Brand has been experiencing this when he was young, so even now, he is only living cautiously. On the surface, he looks beautiful and calm, but in fact he comes from the lowest level of darkness. How could he not Know what's going on in those hardworking hearts.
But he won't meddle in other people's business, nor will he show off his kindness.
Brand thought of the oriental woman he had seen during their first confrontation. She was wearing an obvious distinctive outfit and was equally breathtakingly beautiful.
But her strength is very strong, she should not have suffered what she has experienced before.
He looked at the sea in the distance in a daze. Wouldn't those ugly things happen if he lived in this land now?
He once read about this country in a newspaper he picked up. It was peaceful and united, and no one disliked living here.
He had also longed for it, but unfortunately there was no so-called God to save him, he had to rely on himself.
He drank this sweet fruit juice drink one after another. This was what he longed for most. He remembered that he had picked up the remaining bottle in a garbage dump, and he finished it at that time. Not a drop was left, and at that time he thought it was the best thing he had ever eaten.
The sweet taste flows down the throat and into the body. It is really sweet, as if I have seen a new world.
However, he had no shortage of those at this time. He looked at the juice drinks that he had finished. He had drank many types of juice drinks, but he still liked this one the most, with some sourness.
It seemed to remind him what his life was like and what the world was like.
Brand took out an exquisite handkerchief from his arms and opened it layer by layer. Inside was a small pile of candies, which he had collected after the end of the world. He had collected a lot of them.
His powers were actually very useful, but he still wanted a space of his own. Later, he woke up again. In a dark space, he couldn't see anything when he walked in. It was like a wall blocking him. In front of you.
This room is not very big, but it allows him to rest and sleep comfortably in it.
Later, he slowly filled in the blanks, and gradually he had his own bed, cabinet, the quilt he had dreamed of, and all kinds of clothing, including those he wanted but didn't have when he was a child.
Various candies, juice drinks, biscuits, cakes, and many, many sweets take up more than half of the space. These are most of the things he collected in the early days of the end of the world.
This space is neither very big nor very small, but it can satisfy his hope of having a home. It is Brand's secret place that only he can enter.
He slept peacefully on the big bed he collected. In recent years, he could only sleep peacefully in his own small space.
Brand will also carry some candies with him at all times so that he can take them at any time.
It was late at night, and Brand sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time before going to the bedroom. There was nothing in the bedroom, only a simple bed. Then he entered his own space and fell asleep peacefully. .
