"Bastard!"

In a dilapidated orphanage and on a dirty and messy street, a burly man grabbed a brown-haired boy and threw him to the ground.

The newly obtained bread in the boy's hand rolled to the side and was covered with a layer of dust.

Immediately afterwards, the irritable man spat on the young man, kicked his body, punched and ravaged him arbitrarily.

The young man put his head in his hands and huddled in the corner, groaning a few times. His back, chest, and neck were all bruised and bruised.

Upon seeing this, none of the staff at the orphanage came to help. On the contrary, they watched the show with deep disgust for the young man in their eyes.

Those living at the bottom are slaves who have been deprived of their rights (slaves have no human rights).

The so-called orphanages are nominally in response to the call of the country and out of humanitarian spirit, but in fact they are strongholds for trafficking young children, and the profits after a year are quite considerable.

The huge profits contained in them, coupled with the secret support from all parties, have allowed many orphanages to be established in a prosperous manner.

The boy was born with a disability, one leg was paralyzed, he looked ordinary, and his communication with his peers was even rarer. As a result, he was abandoned in an orphanage. No one wanted to buy an unhealthy child with a small amount of money. This made the boy

The value of the food has been greatly reduced. Under the special treatment from the upper class, the food for a day is no more than a hard crumb of bread.

In order to survive, he often stole food from the bakery next door and barely survived.

But in a way that is unimaginable to ordinary people, he maintained the bottom line and did not rob the food of younger children.

The gray sky is filled with haze, as if covered with a layer of dust from human suffering, and like the skin of a terminally ill patient on the verge of death, withered, dead, and disgusting.

"Bitch! If you dare to steal my food, you don't know whether to live or die!"

The man insulted him arbitrarily, spitting everywhere, until the boy gradually stopped moving, his paralyzed thigh was already injured, and the ulcerated skin was bleeding, and then the man withdrew his fists and kicks without hesitation.

"Oh, it feels so good after a good beating. You're a piece of trash, you're only good for so much."

The man laughed loudly, his eyes fell on the bread that fell to the ground, and he frowned.

"It's really unlucky to meet such a little bastard." The man murmured and started to walk away.

The young man trembled, stretched out his hand eagerly, and landed on the bread, but a shadow fell from above.

"Crack!"

There was a sudden sound of fractures, and a boot stepped hard on Bread's hand. The force was so strong that the piece of bread was crushed into pieces.

"You ruined my mood, and you still want to have food to eat... Haha." The man turned around and came back, basing his own happiness on the pain of others, it was really pleasant.

"Stop, are you crazy? That's the gentleman the count once welcomed! Don't leave a bad impression on him in front of the orphanage."

At that moment, one of the man's companions tapped him on the shoulder and pulled him aside.

"Oh, you're lucky, I'll let you go this time."

The man cursed again before leaving, and followed his companion in a happy mood.

"Woo..."

After realizing that the man had really left, the young man's hands trembled, and the stiffer bread had already turned into powder.

But he ate the bread flour carefully. Perhaps the effort and reward this time were out of proportion. In the eyes of ordinary people, the energy digested by the dusty bread could not repair the injuries on his body. This was a stupid behavior.

In a few months, or even half a month, this young man will probably die from his injuries.

"What a special talent. I can actually stick to the ground and absorb strength... This orphanage, haha."

A richly decorated old man stood in front of the young man and murmured.

Wearing a moon-white priest's robe, embroidered with majestic and eye-catching red, and trimmed with gold threads on the edges, he did not conceal the noble identity of the visitor.

"Sir, you are injecting fresh blood into the Divine Court, why bother looking for this cripple..."

Next to him, the official sent by the count to receive the important person reminded him.

"No, I think he's pretty good."

The old man knelt down and watched with satisfaction as the boy devoured the bread. He thoroughly swallowed the bread flour in two or three mouthfuls. The hard and dry bread made him cough a few times.

Food cannot be wasted, especially food that you have earned yourself.

"My child, would you like to come with me? I have a lot of fresh bread available over there."

The old man patted his shoulder, and a gentle force helped him recover, and the injuries all over his body gradually improved.

"You are...I do."

The young man raised his head and was about to ask, but suddenly agreed to the old man.

Perhaps it was the old man's clear and kind eyes that reminded him of the happy family on the street, the grandfather who loved his children.

Although he has never had any relatives since he was sensible.

"You want to ask me my name, um, my name..."

The old man frowned and said, as if he could no longer remember his own name after getting old: "Actually, I don't remember either."

But the old man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and held the boy in his hand: "However, you can call me James... that's not right. Well, let's call me Nord, Nord James."

"Of course, if you have the potential to become a trainee knight in the training camp and truly join the Divine Court, you can directly call me...bishop."

The old man had kind eyes and smiled.

This smile will always be buried deep in the young man's heart.

…

"Brian, I believe you can do it. Oh, thank you, our great Lord, we are really destined...Congratulations, Brian, for officially becoming a member of the Divine Court."

In the promotion competition of the training camp, on the championship stage, under the attention of thousands of people, the old man smiled heartily and awarded a grand prize to a young man with a thin body but stubborn eyes.

"This is a short sword. It has been with me for many years. Today, I will give it to you."

Facing the jealous glances of the surrounding clergy, Brian looked calm, but his eyes showed joy.

He knelt down on one knee, took the beast knife handed over by the old man with both hands, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

…

"I was wrong... Sir, please spare me, I... I am willing to present all my wealth to you... Poof!"

In the dark night, in the dark alley, the drunken gangster's eyes widened, and with the flash of the knife, his head fell to the ground.

Avoiding the splatter of blood, the young man lifted his head with a frightened look on his face, dragged the body, and threw it into the sewer, leaving the dirty and putrid river water to bubble and submerge the body.

Throughout the whole process, the young man looked calm and indifferent.

Only the fire of faith in his heart was burning, growing and growing as the young man killed the gangster who had bullied him.

…

"No. 208 Holy Judge, Brian, because of your outstanding performance, in the name of the bishop, I will appoint you as the Holy Judge captain of the seventh team. My Lord, please don't let me down... ha

Hahahaha! I believe in you, kid, and you will never let me down."

Wearing a platinum robe, in a wilderness, with thousands of people attending the divine court ceremony, the old man smiled heartily and presented to the tall young man in front of him a set of battle armor that represented his identity.

"Thank you, Lord Bishop."

Brian knelt down on one knee, took the armor with both hands, and said respectfully, as he did in the training camp.

In my heart, the fire of faith that shoots straight into the sky is burning brightly.

Pledge allegiance to the Lord Bishop!

Anyone who dares to block the Bishop's plan will die!

The strong man buried deep under the ruins opened his eyes, and the majestic arrogance swirled and exploded!
Chapter completed!