The sun is scorching.

"Snapped!"

The long whip struck a thin boy on the back with a sharp sound of breaking wind. The thin fabric was torn apart, leaving purple scars.

But the whip never stopped, like a poisonous snake biting. Under this fierce attack, the linen clothes quickly shattered, and the skin on the back was torn open, and dripping and eye-catching blood flowed.

But the boy gritted his teeth, carried the wood, endured the scorching sun and the beatings of the whip, his gray-green eyes filled with perseverance, and stepped on the hot earth with his bare soles, moving forward without saying a word.

"You are so stubborn. Hehe, you are so small. I don't believe I can't cure you!"

The overseer who wielded the whip sneered. He deliberately targeted the thin boy, but the effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys was obviously not good, which made him quite resentful.

The surrounding slave workers turned a blind eye. They were carrying heavy building materials, and their hearts had long been numbed by the cruelty of reality.

"Snapped!"

The sharp whip was swung again, and the scars of flesh and blood were burned by the scorching sun, and the sweat dripped down his back, and there was even more severe pain.

Finally, the boy finally let out a cry of pain, the wood was thrown aside, and his whole body was knocked over on the dry ground.

"Humph, you useless piece of trash, you can't even bear this little thing!"

The overseer showed a sly smile, and he viciously accused the boy of not having enough physical strength, even the wood was the minimum amount.

But when he turned back, he suddenly realized that he had followed this thin boy all the way, and the destination was right in front of him. Coupled with the contemptuous looks cast by some nobles, he immediately became quite annoyed.

"waste!"

He vented his anger on the boy and kicked the boy's thin body over. The torn linen clothes were stained with mottled blood. When he was about to lash out with the whip, a strong and strong hand held his wrist.

.

"Stop, Yabo, you will beat him to death."

A bearded man looked at the injured boy and said angrily: "If you kill him, the patriarch will not spare you!"

Hearing this, Yabo, who was about to fight back, glared at him. He withdrew his whip and stared coldly at the boy panting on the ground, with a stern sneer on his lips.

"Do you really think that as an illegitimate child, you can eat well and sleep well? Hehe, stop daydreaming. This terrible and low-life hair color is like a piece of linen. I'm afraid your mother is not a prostitute in the tavern, just following a group of people drinking ale.

Mercenaries fooling around.”

Yabo looked at the boy with disdain. Teaching a slave class lower than him would make him realize the privileges of the rich and powerful.

As for worrying about the boy's revenge?

Haha, he knew of three of the patriarch's mistresses, not to mention that the patriarch was very romantic in private. One-night stands were a routine operation, and they, as his subordinates, were used to it.

He can't play with women, so how can he have the energy to get to know his illegitimate children who are sowing seeds everywhere.

"asshole……"

The boy suppressed his anger and dug his fingernails into his palms, turning up a layer of flesh to keep him awake and not blinded by anger.

The long-term oppression made him learn to be patient.

"The hair color is indeed a bit worse, but the eyes are very similar to the patriarch."

The bearded man glanced at the boy's pupils and suddenly said in shock, but Yabo hammered his chest and signaled him to stop talking nonsense. His wife was patrolling nearby, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to him.

"You are just a slave who dares to contradict me without even opening the rank. However, for the sake of my friend, I will let you go this time. If you dare to show such a bad face next time, don't blame me for hanging you up.

Get up and fight... When the time comes, invite your mother over to appreciate her son's heroic gesture, hahaha!"

Yabo looked back, laughed loudly, turned around and walked towards the construction site on the other side.

The bearded man looked at the boy with pity and threw him a pack of topical medicine. Before leaving, he looked into the boy's gray-green eyes and said curiously:

"Child, what is your name?"

"Fa... Lang... Sith."

…

"Squeak!"

The broken door was pushed open, and Francis walked into the wooden house filled with the smell of decay, dragging his injuries.

He was holding three bronze eagles and a packet of medicine, but they were taken away by a woman.

The woman's skirt was stained with oil stains, and her long flaxen hair was dull and without any luster. The pale glow reflected the woman's withered skin, and her slightly bloated figure revealed the signs of aging.

Frances didn't care. The woman was his mother, a maid who was often taken advantage of in taverns. If the pay offered by the customers was good, she wouldn't mind part-time one-night stand service, buying some meat for her young children, and improving the food.

"Injured again?"

The woman took off Francis's clothes, scrubbed his body, and applied medicine.

The bearded man was one of her customers who had doted on her, and he was reluctantly called her childhood sweetheart when he was young. At the woman's request, he took more care of Frances.

Facing his mother's questions, Francis remained silent. He understood that the other party knew.

"Well, it's a little painful to apply the medicine, please bear with it."

The woman took a cotton swab and applied some medicine. The latter was silent. In the quiet wooden house, there was a slight sound of grinding teeth.

After applying the medicine, the woman looked at her rough fingers and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

If she hadn't been obsessed with that handsome and outstanding man when she was a girl, maybe she would have had another new life...

"Who sent that?"

Suddenly, Francis' eyes narrowed. He stared at a pot of flowers on the window sill. Pink violets took root and sprouted, occupying the wall outside the window. The flowers gathered together and hung down, as bright and charming as curtains.

This is a flower that has been amplified by magic and can grow rapidly in a short period of time.

If the increase in magic exceeds a certain level, the violet will undergo a variety mutation and be promoted to the violet fragrance that can extract the essence, which is deeply loved by magicians.

"Oh, it's from Uncle Tom."

"Tom? Isn't this guy a bastard from the Toothed Mercenary Group? How can you accept his things?!"

Francis was faintly angry, and his cold and calm expression finally changed. He looked a little unhappy.

"Don't be so rude. Uncle Tom takes good care of our family."

The woman smiled and said, she left Frances and went to the dressing table to dress up carefully, but she saw the wrinkles on her cheeks in the mirror, so she took out the inferior foundation and patted it.

"By the way, you have some food first, and then go to the pub to help out in the evening. I have made an arrangement with the boss."

…

As the night grew darker, Francis sat on the stone platform, looking up at the broken moon in the sky.

The moon seemed to have been chewed out, and it was so miserable that the sky and the earth darkened.

It is said that since the goddess of night swallowed the night sky and exploded the moon, the broken moon became the eyes of the goddess of night. The moonlight swept across, and the goddess's gaze could take in the whole of Northern Europe. She was regarded as the lookout of the Nordic gods, also known as
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