At the age of fifteen the boy became a serf of some nobleman.
Perhaps the word "serf" is not appropriate. After all, many serfs are not strictly slaves, but farmers who use their labor to redeem their rights. But here, the so-called serfs are really just slaves working in agriculture.
Things happen naturally.
In the slave cave, the boy went to Rebecca's clinic every day to learn literacy, and from time to time he went to the market to steal bread. With his superb skills and extreme caution, he always succeeded.
As he grows older, the boy gradually calms down. He has learned the real Awen and can understand the diary left by old Fig. He reads it almost every day and keeps it in his heart.
Then, the boy... turned fifteen. Maybe he should be called a man. After all, in many places, fourteen is considered an adult.
In short, this former bread boy, when he was fifteen years old, probably one day in the first quarter of the year (there are no four seasons here), he sneaked into a noble house and stole a pile of paper and a box. quill pen and three bottles of ink.
When he returned home, the man spread out a piece of linen paper. He took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and wrote his diary crookedly.
He tried his best to write down the past events before he was fifteen years old. During those important moments, he could not avoid writing about the death of old Feige and the Lord who said "I am, I am" in the candlelight.
The man spent countless thoughts and energy writing down everything in detail, so that he felt a sense of relief at the end of writing.
After writing this, he wrote down his memories from that night to today. The man was surprised to find that every day was similar. Yesterday was no different from today. He told scripture stories in the slave cave every day, and went to the slave cave every day. Stealing, and finally returning to bed as usual when night fell.
Unchanged.
This examination of numbness awoke him.
Every time he walked among the crowd, he always felt like he was wandering in the same place.
Now it seems that an entire nation is wandering in a numb wasteland.
When the man kept the diary to this day, he seemed to have an epiphany. Thinking of the Sambu man who was born in the Republic of Jacob, he re-read the old Fig's diary, which was written by an old man when he was the youngest. There is an indescribable vitality, and there is a hungry and angry beast hidden in every word and sentence.
The beast devoured the man, and the man accepted it gladly.
One night, when he grabbed a stone and threw it at the statue of Mariel in the slave cave.
Men often do this, initially out of fun as a child, but now, he rejects the statue from the bottom of his heart.
The stone was not big, about half the size of a hand.
The statue of the hero Mariel has long been dilapidated under the stones of men over the years, with traces and slight dents everywhere.
The statue of Mariel is kneeling on one knee, holding a huge stone slab on his back with one hand, and pressing the other hand on the ground. The stone belly full of muscles is concave inward, and blue veins protrude from the skin. outside.
On his carefully carved face, Mariel looked compassionate, his eyes looking straight up, as if staring at the unbuilt tower in the distance.
The man threw the stone with little force, just a normal force. The stone drew a high arc and hit the statue's wrist that was holding the stone slab.
There was a snap.
The broken hand was smashed off and fell to the ground.
The slaves heard the sound and turned their heads to look. They did not expect to be smashed.
The slaves around him were in panic and rushed to the statue of Mariel, trying to stick the hand on it. Some slaves glanced at him reproachfully.
The hand holding the slate was broken, and the heavy slate was still on his back.
There is also a wild beast in a man's heart, waiting to be fed.
As for how men became serfs, that happened in the second half of the year.
Some small nobles would always go to the market to personally select slaves, select some young and healthy ones, and send them to their farms, which were far away from the city. The man saw an opportunity to get rid of wandering. One morning, he asked which nobles the farm needed urgently. Serf, find the right time to stand in front of the noble.
"Sir, maybe your farm is short of a young man." The man said to the noble.
The noble looked him up and down, pinched Fang Zheng's shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Okay, okay, twenty copper Derek, one quarter ten copper Derek."
For slaves who usually take the initiative to sell themselves at low prices in the market, this is a very reasonable price.
This is not without reason.
One is because the nobleman named Darab is one of many minor nobles. He has just inherited the family business and needs to personally go to the farm to supervise the slaves' work, and even help out.
The second reason is that the man has never wronged himself in his nearly ten years of stealing. From time to time, he would steal the meat supplied to the nobles, so he is stronger than ordinary slaves. Many places in this hell are incomparable to the human world. two.
But there are countless people sinking into this numb wasteland.
The giant milky-white tower is halfway through construction.
Such a prominent tower, it is so beautiful, and the meaning behind it is so fascinating.
When it is completed, all the Shanbu people who fell here can return to the world to build the country of the Shanbu people.
The nobles said so, and the priests also said so. After the Shanbu people suffered so much, they would eventually build their own country, and all their promises would be fulfilled.
But can beautiful things be oppressed as a matter of course?
People should fight for beauty and should not be oppressed by beauty.
These are the words the man saw in old Figg's diary.
Men have also stolen bee candles and asked the Lord who "I am, I am".
How much more suffering will the Shanbu people have to endure before they can build that tower, return to the human world that everyone dreams of, and stand in the sunshine again?
The Lord simply said:
"Suffering has no meaning, only salvation does."
The man understood something.
In the heart of his left chest, the beast was howling.
.............
Saying goodbye to Rebecca and the slave cave, the slaves who had been favored by him cried all night, maybe they would never see such a good person again.
The man got into the noble's carriage, which contained other slaves.
So, when he was fifteen years old, the man came to a farmland growing rye.
The Dalab who bought him was a small nobleman who did not dare to tighten the reins of the serfs, so the men always had a lot of free time after working.
The man maintains the habit of writing a diary, which he regards as a daily summary. During the time he repeatedly works in the fields, various ideas will always pop up.
Here, the man made a group of friends because he was so generous. He was not a thorn in the side, but he could always get benefits for others just right. He also upheld the justice he learned from old Figg and helped these illiterate people. Serfs adjudicated disputes.
Moreover, the man would preach the scriptures, and serfs would surround him every night, listening to the scripture stories that he read from old Fig's diary or made up himself. Among them, Keck and Colvin listened most enthusiastically and were also loyal supporters of men.
His master, the noble Darab, was surprised to find that the serfs rallied around him. As long as he appeared, the serfs would involuntarily work harder, just to finish their work and rest early.
With the man around, Darab gradually stopped worrying about the farm, and the nobleman began to stay in his mansion all day.
Perhaps it was the conscience brought about by his status as a minor noble. Occasionally, Darab would invite priests to the farm to preach to the serfs and soothe their spirits. There was no need to work at that time.
One day, the priest came. As usual, he stood on the high platform and faced the serfs.
"We haven't returned to the world yet because we Sambu people haven't suffered enough. When the Lord who teaches us the will of all Sambu people hears this, He will take back the worm giant beast that punishes us. Watch our tower being built into the world."
The priest talked to the serfs sitting on the ground.
However, there was only sparse applause.
The priest looked around doubtfully at the serfs present. Their eyes were fixed on the priest. There was some doubt in them that made him shudder. The priest stroked his robe embroidered with silver thread and cleared his throat.
The priest wanted to tell everyone present the great story of the hero Mariel and King Andri, and move everyone to tears, as he had done before.
He just spoke...
In the crowd, the man stood up.
The priest stared at the man in confusion, wondering why the man stood up. He wanted the man to sit down.
"Which lord are you talking about?" The man paused and then said, "There are many lords in this world."
"Of course it is our Lord of Suffering. Only He is so merciful that he tolerates all the dead Sambu people in this best hell." The priest saw the contempt in the man's eyes and said with some anger, "Lazy , the more greedy Sambu people there are, the more they will drag down everyone and live up to the expectations of King Andri and the will of the hero Mariel. We will also be implicated in this and stay in hell forever to punish us! This is a test Refining comes from our beloved Lord of Suffering!”
"But there is a Savior in my heart!"
