Grasping the piece of bread, the boy climbed up the ladder of the shack, turning left and right, ascending two floors and then the next. This huge slave cave had all kinds of strange construction methods, and it was also very simple. It was difficult to step on it. Sound.
The boy climbed into a wooden room. He saw a Shanbu woman treating people. On the floor, a slave with a broken hand was moaning.
This slave cave is home to slaves who have been kicked out by the nobles. Once those slaves are seriously ill and cannot recover within seven days, they will be driven here, just like being thrown into a garbage dump.
So the vast majority of people here are old, weak, sick and disabled.
And this Sambu woman named Rebecca was so kind-hearted that she took the initiative to come here from outside to treat people.
She is said to have been born as a slave.
Yes, a superior slave.
In this hell, slaves are also divided into levels and have clear legal regulations.
Those slaves who went to build the giant tower were the first-class slaves. They were young, strong, and extremely energetic. According to the law, their family members would also be the first-class slaves.
In addition to them, some people who come to this hell are also high-class slaves because their souls are pure and suitable for sacrifice.
Most of the upper-class slaves don't bother walking on the same road as ordinary slaves, and they don't even give much face to some minor nobles.
The boy had seen several high-class slaves. When they mentioned their mission to build the tower, they would always puff out their chests.
Some slaves are even regarded as heroes. When they die, the slaves gathered in the Royal Square can always see the tears of the princes and nobles.
They will always say solemnly: Just laws protect the slaves' right to life, but there are always some who are virtuous and willing to sacrifice for everyone.
Of course, the boy remembered something else.
That's what old Figg said:
"There has always been a massacre against us, not with swords, nor with guns and halberds, but with the written law, a dream that is good for everyone, and the spirit of constantly forcing people to give, silently killing everyone. Massacre. They always say that as long as they return to the world, all their promises can be fulfilled."
The boy found this kind of words very novel, so he kept writing it down.
He had also heard that old Figg was a Sambu native of the Jacobite Mercantile Republic, a country where the head of state was elected by the people and the Senate.
Wiping the sweat from his face, the boy walked into Rebecca's shack.
"Aunt Rebecca, this is the bread I brought," the boy said.
Rebecca turned around, took the piece of bread, and smiled: "Thank you, child."
The boy glanced at the slave on the floor. His hands were bandaged with coarse cloth, but his face was still pale and he was unconscious.
"He probably won't live long." Rebecca broke off the hard bread and put it in her mouth. "He had his hand chopped off because he didn't collect enough stones twice in a row."
The boy nodded, feeling that the slave looked familiar, "I think I've seen him before."
"Oh, that's not surprising. His wife and daughter live here, and he occasionally comes to visit." Rebecca said calmly: "Last year, it was his daughter who had her hand chopped off because he took a nap. , broke a good stone into pieces.
The stone was used to carve the hero Mariel. "
The boy was stunned for a long time before saying: "It turns out that I really went to hell..."
Rebecca stared at him. She had heard the boy say that there was a war in his place, but he came here after sleeping and had no idea what happened.
The boy died in his sleep.
And because he was young and his soul had not grown yet, he forgot his name after he went to hell.
However, in this slave cave, there are many slaves without names.
"It's okay, hell is just like this." Rebecca comforted the boy and said, "Thinking about my husband who loves me, I can treat this place as heaven."
The god standing aside listened to these words silently.
He looked at Rebecca and thought of something, but couldn't recall it.
After delivering the bread to Rebecca, the boy climbed onto the wooden plank and as he was walking down, he saw a girl with her hands broken off.
The girl is as skinny as her mother, who has a sallow complexion and skinny muscles.
Her mother stood beside the girl, looking worriedly toward Rebecca's residence.
The boy climbed down silently.
The girl stared pitifully at the bread in his hand.
The boy originally planned to leave directly, but the girl trotted over and stopped him with her arm without a palm.
"Please give my mother some, please give us some." She struggled to squeeze out tears, "We were starving to death before..."
The girl leaned her head against the bread.
The boy stared at the girl. He knew that if he didn't run away, the girl would definitely grab her with her mouth.
Her mother watched all this from a distance.
"Let me go and I'll give it to you."
After hearing this, the girl lowered her arms.
The boy did not break his promise, put the bread down, raised his elbow and smashed the bread into two pieces.
"Thank you." After saying that, the girl quickly took the big piece between her arms and ran back to her mother without looking back.
The boy sighed and picked up the remaining bread.
His mother taught him to always be kind.
The boy stuffed the bread into his pocket and looked around carefully, fearing that someone would rush out and snatch or steal his bread.
After spending some time walking through the messy shack, the boy returned to Old Figg.
Old Figg was the man the boy trusted most.
Blind, he stood upright holding on to the wall and spoke scriptures with other slaves.
Most Shanbu people believe in the Temple of Suffering, and the scriptures of the Temple of Suffering say that the Lord of Suffering is the Lord God. After the Lord God revives, he becomes the Lord of Suffering.
Therefore, the famous scriptures of the True Religion are also used as scriptures in the Tribulation Temple.
And many believers don't distinguish them clearly.
"Saint Aurelian said: I walked all day long and traveled more than 500 empires, but I still couldn't find the kingdom of heaven..." Old Figue said loudly.
God listened and seemed to remember that there was no saint named Aurelian, and there was no such sentence in the scriptures.
In fact, there is no scripture that records this.
Most of the scriptures that Old Figg talks about are made up by himself.
They often contradict each other.
After all, he was not a monk during his lifetime, and he had never read a single scripture in its entirety.
Old Figg didn't care whether this was considered blasphemy.
He has a noble reason to endorse himself - he is spreading faith and awakening hope.
The boy patted old Figg on the thigh.
"Oh, you're back, kid." Old Figg lowered his head, even though he couldn't see the boy. "I'm telling the story of Saint Aurelian."
The boy responded, and then recounted what he had just encountered.
Old Figg listened, his face full of emotion when he heard the boy giving the bread to the girl.
The boy raised his neck as if expecting praise, but also a little embarrassed.
Old Figg knelt down and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Kid, look into my eyes," said old Figg.
The boy looked obediently into the empty eyes.
Old Figg faced the boy, but said loudly to everyone present: "This child, he gave the bread to others again.
And every one of us here has also eaten the bread he brought back! "
The slaves leaning against the wall listened and looked at the boy and old Figg, their eyes full of gratitude.
"Many of you ask me, does the Lord really exist?" Old Fig said.
Does the Lord exist?
He listened, the question was familiar to Him.
He looked at them too.
Old Figg faced the boy and said solemnly: "This child, he is the proof of the existence of the Lord."
Noticing other people's gazes, the boy turned his head and glanced, then retracted his head in embarrassment.
"Kid, keep looking into my eyes."
The boy looked into old Figg's eyes again.
After looking at each other like this for a long time, old Feige's face trembled.
"Child, I tell you, you must remember." He murmured: "Your kind eyes are proof of the existence of the Lord."
The boy nodded confusedly.
Like many people, he did not quite understand what the Lord was.
He actually wanted to ask: Why is he the proof of the existence of the Lord?
Old Fig stood up, apologized profusely to the slaves who were listening to his sermon, and then asked the boy to follow him into the next room.
That was where old Figg lived.
Old Figg was very prestigious in this slave cave. It was said that he had led a riot, so he was blinded and thrown here. He often helps distribute food and arbitrates conflicts for others. He is like a fair judge, at least more fair than outside the slave cave.
Entering the old Figg's residence, the boy watched the old beggar squat down and rummage for something.
The boy sat down on his bed. He was temporarily staying in old Figg's residence.
Old Figg was sweating profusely looking for it, but he still couldn't find it.
He muttered, "It's strange, it's obviously placed here."
"Old Figg, why am I the proof of the existence of the Lord..." The boy could not suppress his doubts: "Does the Lord really exist?"
Old Figg was still rummaging around, without raising his head, and said: "Of course the Lord exists, He is everywhere."
The boy nodded half understandingly and wanted to continue asking questions.
Old Feige had already had a premonition and said vaguely: "Don't ask, you will understand when you grow up, kid."
Then, the boy saw old Fig and cheered "Ah".
Old Figg dragged a candlestick and candle from the depths of the cabinet.
"This candlestick is still there, this candlestick is still there, praise my Lord," he said.
The boy looked at the candlestick curiously.
Old Figg held on to the wall, faced the boy's position, and said with a smile: "Does it look good? It's a pity that I can't see what it looks like. I will give it to you after I die.
You see, I wanted to find this candlestick for you, and I found it, which is proof of the existence of the Lord.
You see, the Lord allowed me to meet you. "
