When Roman successfully entangled those servants.
The boy quietly approached the carriage and quickly tried to pick up a box of bread.
The boy realized that he could not take away all the heavy wooden boxes, so he quickly threw some of them aside.
He also discovered that these breads were all exquisite white bread, and seemed to be given to a banquet somewhere.
After taking everything, the boy couldn't care less, so he reluctantly picked up the wooden box and ran away along the original route.
However, a servant happened to turn his head and look this way.
"There's a thief! There's a thief!" the servant shouted.
The boy's steps suddenly spread further. He had now run away, hiding in the noisy crowd, and the servants could not catch up with him.
However, the boy couldn't control Roman and could only hope that he was safe.
Walking through the busy city, the boy nimbly held the box and got into the streets.
When he turned around, he didn't see anyone chasing him, and he had successfully gotten rid of them.
Looking down at the bread, the boy smiled with a sense of accomplishment.
He raised his head and looked at the mantle of heaven.
There is no sun, no sunshine, so grain bread is also expensive.
The difference between morning and night is that it will be brighter in the morning and darker at night, as if there is an invisible haze shrouding it.
When the boy ran outside the slave cave, he stopped.
The boy saw the superior slave from before, and he came here again, shouting at everyone.
"A bunch of people waiting to die! I'm here to tell you that we have to re-lay the foundation of the tower in the past few days, and everyone is busy." The superior slave stood on a stool, looking down at the slaves present, "Sa Mr. Lin asked me to come over and give you a chance to give alms - he wants a group of people to do odd jobs, and after much thought, I decided it would be best to leave them to you disabled people."
"What, do you want me to come up with a last word for the master?" Old Figg interrupted: "We are all here waiting to die! The best thing is to think of a last word."
The superior slave stared at Old Figg fiercely, "Don't interrupt me! Old blind man!"
He immediately talked a lot with the slaves present, such as "returning to the world" and "seeing the sun again". Old Fig and several slaves were criticizing one sentence after another, so let the superior slaves My mouth was dry and no one made any move.
Seeing such a scene, the superior slaves cursed them loudly, saying that these parasites were not even qualified to be whipped, and that they had presumed their ideal of returning to the world.
"Yes, when the whip falls on the superior man, it is like the master kneeling on the ground to tickle him." Old Figg laughed, "He wants to be the hero Mariel and lick the boots of King Andre."
"You bitch!" the superior slave yelled, rushed to the crowd and slapped Old Fig on the face.
The slaves around Old Figg rushed forward, and they struggled together. Old Figg touched his dry cheek, smiled and said to the beaten superior slave: "Yes, the people here are all bitches, if King Andri stands in front of me, and I return this slap to him."
Old Figg spat at the superior slave who was pushed to the ground.
"Throw it out." He told the people around him.
The boy watched all this quietly, and when it was over, he walked into the slave cave.
The slaves let out a sigh of relief. When they saw the boy bringing back the bread, the crowd burst into cheers.
They called him "bread boy" and "bread boy".
Old Figg smiled at him.
The boy called Old Figg, then picked up a few pieces of bread and said he would bring some bread to the mother and daughter.
The rest of the bread is left here.
.............................
However.
When the boy returned to Old Figg's residence, he saw Old Figg holding two bites of bread with a serious face.
"Child, these are white bread." Old Figg said every word.
With his thin hands, he held the two-bitten piece of bread and placed it in front of the boy.
Old Figg had planned to eat half of it and keep half for the boy.
But I never thought that when it fell into my mouth, it would feel soft.
That's when he realized something was wrong.
After taking another bite, I was finally sure.
"Is there any problem?" the boy asked doubtfully.
"Where did you steal it?" Old Figg continued to ask without answering.
"In the market, there were several noble carriages there. We stole one of the boxes. No, actually only half a box." The boy felt a little embarrassed when asked.
Old Feige sighed leisurely and said slowly: "This may be sent to a certain manor for a banquet. My child, I hope they won't come to your door."
The boy was stunned for a moment. He had thought about it at the time, but...
I heard Old Figg ask again: "Just now you said: 'we'?"
"Yes, I went to steal it with Roman." As soon as the boy finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.
It seems Roman hasn’t come back yet!
The atmosphere of panic lasted for a long time.
The morning is growing dark.
It's night.
A group of guards appeared, escorting the bruised Roman.
The boy looked at all this in amazement through the window of his residence.
Old Figg pressed his shoulder. A slave had just come in and told him everything.
Roman fell while running away and was caught.
What they stole was Viscount Geoffrey's bread. The master was furious when he heard that the bread was used to entertain the superior slaves and those who were disabled when building the tower.
These sacred foods have been defiled by despicable acts.
The boy stared at Roman and saw with horror that one of his hands had been chopped off.
Fear rose in the boy's heart. Under the sunless sky, he was so frightened that he shed tears of panic.
A thin palm pressed against his head.
The boy looked at old Figg.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid,"
Old Figg knelt down and said to him in a hoarse, trembling voice:
"I stole it, I stole it."
The boy was speechless, his eyes widened, full of panic.
He pushed the boy to the ground as hard as he could.
Old Feige puffed out his chest like a candle, opened the wooden door with a bang, and shouted at the guards: "I stole it, arrest me, I ordered it."
He knelt on the ground and took out the two-bitten white bread from his arms.
The guards stared at him with disdain.
"I stole it, cut off my hand." Old Figg roared, "Cut off these praying hands, cut off the hands of your compatriots!"
The slaves knelt before the guards,
The boy was shaking all over.
"Cut off these hands that tried to free you!
If you cut off my shackled hand, it will be completely liberated! "
The leader of the guards, he walked up to Old Fig and pointed at his nose and cursed: "You despicable thing, how can you count as our compatriots! Everyone is building towers, except you pests! Look at your Eyes, you were a pest before, so your eyes were gouged out!”
The leader waved his hand, and several guards kicked the unconscious Roman aside. Roman fell straight to the ground, and the slaves looked at them in fear.
"I don't want to sink into the darkness, so I have my eyes gouged out." Old Figg roared angrily, twisting his voice, "Even if I die, I will not feel sorry for myself!"
Across the window.
The boy stared at old Figg, tears welling up uncontrollably.
The face without eyes refused to turn here.
.....................
The next night.
Old Figg is back, bruised and bruised.
Both hands were chopped off and poorly bandaged.
The old beggar walked very unsteadily and fell onto the bed at home.
The boy touched his forehead and it felt hot.
"I'm going to die, finally going to die." Old Figg said as he sat up from the bed in a daze.
He knew the boy was around and said, "I've been looking forward to it."
The boy's eyes were swollen from crying and he was sobbing.
Old Figg heard it.
The old beggar's hands, which were only his arms, tried hard to press on the boy's shoulders.
"Get... my candlestick... out."
The boy nodded vigorously, and he dug out Old Fig's precious candlestick from among the clutter.
The candlestick was placed in old Fig's arms.
Old Figg smiled. He lowered his head and kissed the candlestick.
"Child...it belongs to you." The old beggar said hoarsely to the boy kindly.
The boy couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly.
Old Figg listened quietly.
He did not interrupt, but silently composed the scriptures in his mind.
The scriptures I preach are all made up, but I feel that they never deviate from the Lord’s original intention.
Because I am always spreading hope.
The boy's hand holding the candlestick was stained with tears.
Wait until the boy has had enough crying.
Old Figg took his broken hand and touched his forehead.
"Help... it... put the candle on it." Old Figg said, he was out of breath, he was about to die.
The boy obeyed and put the only candle on the candlestick.
"Light...light the fire, light it." Old Figg said with a trembling voice without any doubt.
The boy cried as he took out the fire sickle and lit it.
Old Figg tried his best to kneel down in front of the candlestick.
"What a beautiful candlelight." He could not see it through his dark eyes, but he said this.
There was darkness in his eyes, and his old and wrinkled skin felt the warmth of the candlelight.
"Child, these days, many people still ask me, does the Lord really exist?"
Old Figg said, he had been thinking about his last words for a long time,
"What do you think? Kid."
"I...I don't know, I don't know..." the boy burst into tears.
Old Figg pressed his forehead against his, gently.
Feeling the warmth on the child's forehead, he said:
“You see, the Lord allowed me to meet you.
I believe that the Lord allowed me to meet you.
Let me stand up for your kindness,
This is proof of the existence of the Lord. "
The boy nodded vigorously, taking every word of Old Fig's words to heart.
Old Figg touched the tears on the boy's face.
Hot tears welled up in his eyes, and Old Figg slowly raised his forehead.
"Kid, remember, Lord, Lord, He said... 'Even if there is no sun, it is not without hope'.... Remember this, remember, child... don't be like me and... have......"
As he spoke, Old Fig closed his eyes.
It was as if those struggles and resistance in the past, the most glorious life, were replayed over and over again in front of the blind eyes.
For the last time, he spoke out the compiled scriptures and the last words he had thought about for a long time,
Old Figg faced the candlestick, feeling the warmth of the candlelight, and his expression gradually softened.
He was dying and said softly and solemnly:
“From now on, don’t lose hope.
Look, there's still candlelight here. "
The boy looked at the burning candle, the candlelight in the darkness.
In front of the candlestick surrounded by darkness, Old Figg used his last bit of strength to put his arms together, clasping his hands together as before.
He lowered his head as if praying.
The old beggar breathed his last.
The subtle candlelight is so warm, as if an angel is standing on the soul, and the Lord is standing next to it.
