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Chapter 1: The Beggar

The rain fell gently, and the gray streets were surrounded by rare people hurrying by, and it was a rainy season. The pen, fun, and www.biquge.info invasions in the drizzly town seem particularly peaceful, sleeping beneath the superficial harmony of the Ottoman Empire.

Our story begins in this nameless town. It is located on the border of the Ottoman Empire, near the Kingdom of Hungary, and is a three-way zone.

Because of its unique geography, the town has become a transit point for adventurers, thieves, and mercenaries, as well as a haven for some wanted criminals. At the same time, the stories here are also the most numerous and legendary, and almost everyone here has their own extraordinary story, doesn't it?

"Beggar, get out of here!" As a rude voice reached my ears, I was kicked down by a big man.

Here, people look down on beggars the most. Even the humblest and most shameless thief is better than a beggar, at least they know how to survive with their own hands.

I stood up numbly and dragged my hungry, thin body towards North Street, as if the insult had not happened to me. In this world of honor and dignity, even a thief will make a chivalric duel for his dignity.

The layout of the town is a typical Ottoman urban layout criss-crossed, sitting north and facing south. Although the town has a population of less than 100 households, the population flow of the town is very large. From all over the world, major mercenary groups and adventure teams come and go, and there are even adventurous merchants who gather in the town in order to buy all kinds of magic raw materials or others collected by adventurers.

The prosperity of the town is not only because it is located on the border between the Ottoman Empire and the Kingdom of Hungary, but more importantly, the town is the closest town to the ruins of the gods, which attracts countless strange people and adventurers. In fact, this is not the direct cause of the prosperity of the town, because there have been countless new towns in this vicinity, and they are even much more luxurious and prosperous than here. The reason why they say that it was once is because the new towns around the town are a thing of the past, maybe they didn't have God's permission!

As a result, the town was recognized by the entire Ottoman Empire and even other kingdoms as the closest thing to the 'gods'. Since then, the barren town has taken on its own name, the 'Holy City'. It's not accurate to say that it's a city, it's just a matter of face for the Ottoman royal family, can a small village with dozens of families be considered a city?

The main reason why the town has maintained a population of a few dozen households and has not expanded because of the increase in population flow, perhaps this is not the reason, because people simply cannot find this reason - this is the closest place to God. In fact, this is not the reason, because it is too far-fetched, but the people on the mainland can't find the real reason, so they have to attribute it to the result of God.

I am an indigenous inhabitant of the Holy City, and there are few natives like me in today's town. The indigenous people who have lived in the town for generations have either been far from their homeland by receiving a handful of money from the merchants for selling their houses, or they have been persecuted by profiteers like me, begging on the streets, and having their ancestral houses taken over for generations.

The town is no longer the simple town it used to be.

I don't want to be reduced to one of the world's most humble professions, beggars. Originally, I could have had a good career, although it was dishonorable in the eyes of others, but it was better than being a beggar; Perhaps the people of the continent would rather pity a poor thief than a lowly beggar like me.

The day after I lost the house left by my ancestors, a kind lady took a fancy to me, and wanted me to go with her, to be her personal attendant, and although she did not look very beautiful, her noble temperament, elegant dress, and elegant manners, under these characteristic characteristics of the nobility, her natural defects were insignificant.

There are very few nobles in the town, and it is a paradise for adventurers, not a paradise for aristocratic luxury. Not to mention being a noble lady, which is even more noticeable. I don't know the purpose of the noble lady who is unattainable in my mind, but her position in my heart is supreme, not only because she is willing to take me in when I am helpless, but more importantly, because her noble temperament in my heart touches my heart deeply, like a goddess. Of course, I hadn't seen any other nobles at that time, and I later found out that many nobles were like that!

I walked numbly down the street, and when I reached the end of the southernmost street, my heart, which had been numb for a long time, thumped, and the pain of devouring my heart rushed into my brain from below, and my head went blank in an instant.

The dilapidated hut has been renovated, the original mud tile walls have been replaced by blue-brick lime, and the dilapidated gate has been replaced by a thick ironwood red lacquered door, and a sign with strange runes engraved on the gate looks like a bottle, colorful.

I couldn't look at the eternal sadness, and I struggled to move my feet towards the center of the street. Two cross streets divide the town into four equal parts, east, west, north and south, and in the middle of the cross street is one, perhaps not a square, because it is too narrow. However, in the center of the square there is a statue of the goddess. It was the only well-preserved building in town, and nothing came to her attention.

The history of the statue of the goddess may not be clear even to the oldest man in the town, kava, and the entire statue is carved out of rice rock, along with the statue base.

I leaned weakly against the statue, and felt a chill through the statue. Before the streets, Rick and I would sneak up to the statue every midsummer evening. At that time, the names of the whole town were almost gone, and we and Rick's family were left without leaving the town. Because of this, Rick and I have always been very good friends.

After the washing of time, the outline of the goddess appears blurred, the edges and corners become rounded and smooth, and the pale rice rock is particularly bright after being carefully bathed in a drizzle. This is my only haven, snuggling at the feet of the goddess and praying like a goddess for a delicious vegetarian bread to eat tomorrow.

Night has fallen on the town, and the ruins of the gods not far away silently tell of its former glory. The rain had stopped, and the streets were filled with more pedestrians, and the lights flickered in the mysterious night sky, like the blood-red eyes of the forest wolf, cold and cunning.

I'm the only beggar here, and maybe that's why I'm able to survive in this town full of strong people! Every day there are adventuring teams leaving and coming in, and at the same time there are dead people every day! Life is the least valuable here, and among them, the mercenaries are the cheapest, and they may sacrifice their lives for mercenary money at any time.

Luckily, I'm the only beggar here, and because I'm the only beggar here, I'm so 'famous' in the town! Because of this, I can always get a delicious bread and even meat floss. But the atmosphere seems to be different lately, and the new residents of the town seem to be particularly heavy, and everyone has a solemn face on their faces.

At first, I thought it was someone who had been wiped out in the ruins of the gods, but then I found out that this was not the case, and the major adventure groups have not been exploring the ruins recently. However, with the constant influx of foreign mercenary groups into the town, many of them sleeping on their roofs now, I am really worried that it won't be long before my safe haven will be taken over by the strong mercenaries, just like my home. Every time I think of this, my body can't help but tremble, my heart is full of helpless fear, looking at the goddess high above, I feel how small and helpless.

The starry sky after the rain is particularly ethereal and bright, looking at the starry sky, I took a deep breath of fragrant air, leaned back, and consciously leaned back on the statue with both hands, and the gravity of the whole body pressed against the rice rock.

I reached into my arms and gently stroked the small cloth bag hanging around my neck, a beige, palm-sized cloth bag. I don't know what material it's made of, it feels warm to the touch, whenever I feel the night breeze coming, and my body is cold, I will unconsciously touch it, and only it can give me a trace of inexplicable warmth.

The small cloth bag around my neck is the only property my father left me before he died, and it is said that it has been passed down from my ancestors to my generation, so it can be said to be a family heirloom. But I, my father, and even my grandfather, and maybe my ancestors who were a little older would not have put this rag bag baby, and if it weren't for the will of my ancestors, this faded rag bag must be passed on, and if it must not be lost, it may have been thrown away as garbage by my father or even older ancestors.

After the small cloth bag passed down from generation to generation, and then after countless ancestors ravaged and played, the pattern on the cloth bag has been blurred, but according to the remaining printing traces on the cloth bag, it can be inferred that the small cloth bag was once exquisite and luxurious.

I never felt the warmth of the small cloth bag before, maybe now I am helpless, but it is the only inheritance my father gave me! Although my father took great pains to dig it out of the old rubbish bin in the corner of the bed, even though the broken bag left by this ancestor was garbage at that time, it is now the only treasure in my world!

Holding a small cloth bag in my right hand, I snuggled at the feet of the goddess, with the sky as the cover and the earth as the seat, and I spent another cold night. At night, I dreamed of bread, nuts, salad dressing, chicken thighs, roast duck??????

It's a new day again! I secretly prayed to the Goddess for a new day. I don't have high expectations, just a small piece of white bread is enough now, but few people have taken pity on me lately, perhaps because of the recent disharmony in the town!

Today another mercenary group has come to the town, and one of them is a magician. It is estimated that I have seen the strongest mercenary team recently, because there are very few mages participating in mercenaries, as long as they show their mage identity, many countries on the continent, nobles are willing to treat them preferentially.

There are not many people in the entire mercenary group, only ten people, five of them have big broadswords, one uses daggers, and three carry bows and crossbows, they all look excellent, and there is a pride in their bones. The rest was Mr. Mage, dressed in a gold-threaded magic robe, holding a magic wand studded with rubies, tall and thin, a little frightened, looking very thin, but no one doubted his power.

There are very few people on the continent who have mysterious magical abilities, and magicians are a special group of nobles on the entire continent, and their status is much higher than that of ordinary nobles. A mage with great magical powers would even have to be courteous to him.

Compared to magicians, mercenaries do not have a high status on the continent, and ordinary mercenaries do not even have status. According to Richman, the king of mercenaries? Caesar said that a mercenary is a slave to a rich man. As long as you have money, you can hire mercenaries to do anything for you, at the cost of your life. Therefore, the mortality rate of mercenaries is the highest, but they have their code of conduct with the honor of mercenaries.

Magicians on the continent generally do not participate in such a dangerous and low-status profession, of course, some powerful mercenary legions will have one or several magicians. The strength of the few mercenaries who can have a mage is evident.

Having grown up in this sacred city full of legends and adventures, I certainly wouldn't be surprised that there was a mage on that mercenary team, not to mention that the mage's level was not high. Judging by the badge on the chest of his black magic robe, it was clear that he was only a third-level fire mage.

I had seen magicians more powerful than him come to the town, full of wisdom and humility, but also full of mystery.

I hadn't eaten for two days, hunger had left me no control of my body, and my feet were moving freely without being told.

After the rain, the town looks refreshing and clean, the bluestone streets become spotless, walking on the hard bluestone slabs, moving with difficulty, and can't help but walk towards the north street. There are a few taverns and restaurants on the north side of the town, and there are stalls selling roast duck on both sides of the street, where I often come to beg.

What about steamed buns??? Hot, piping hot steamed buns??? What about the baked cakes, fragrant and cheap baked cakes, come and buy them???

The roadside vendors kept shouting, and the tempting aroma wafted into my nostrils with the heat, burrowed into my throat, and flowed into my alone, and the saliva in my mouth kept flowing out. Touching my shriveled stomach, though still hungry, seemed to be much better, I inhaled the aromas vigorously and let them linger in my solitude for a long time, and then a few gurgling sounds came down, making me feel even more hungry.

"Beggar, you're blind!" A rude voice rang in my ears, and I was pushed underground.

Hunger had made my body disobedient, and my sluggish eyes could only faintly see a big man two feet tall standing in front of me, his hands clasped, and his thick arm muscles full of explosive power.

Seeing that the big man didn't mean to leave after pushing me, I squirmed my body a little nervously, trying to stay away from him. However, every time he moved a distance, the big man pressed further, and his hideous face was written with the domineering of cannibalism.

Perhaps, I accidentally bumped into him while walking down the street, but he didn't need to be angry with a beggar! Seeing that his posture is almost like devouring me alive, how good is this, I really doubt that I have been cursed by the miserable and evil Great Demon God of Shagla, so that my bad luck continues.

The big man was dressed in silver-gray armor, carried a three-inch-wide double-edged sword on his back, and wore a pair of heavy iron boots. Every step he took made me feel the threat of death, and even though it was a town full of strong men, they were not worthy of a humble beggar, but the big man seemed unwilling to give up, and his eyes squinted.

Hum??? I don't see you with long eyes??????

The big man kicked me, obviously they didn't use much force, but it made me uncomfortable. As if he were deliberately torturing me, he kept kicking me and kicking me like a ball under the eaves of the street. Dahan looked at the frightened look, and couldn't help laughing, looking very proud.

At this time, I didn't feel it anymore, spitting blood in my mouth, protecting my heart with both hands, I could only keep trembling, praying in my heart that the big man would leave soon. I knew that I couldn't do anything to this fierce man, and I didn't expect to take revenge on him, but I just prayed, prayed that I would survive. As a humble beggar, the meaning of existence is important.

Night fell on the town again, I don't know when I woke up from the fainting, but there were a few more steamed bread biscuits beside me, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with my right hand, put a cold and hard steamed bun to my mouth, and bit it hard, I haven't smelled the umami of steamed bread for a long time, with the blood on my hand, I put the steamed bun in my mouth, and the body's function slowly recovered.

I carefully picked up the remaining three pancakes from the ground, gently patted off the soil that stuck to the pancakes with my bloodstained hands, and then put them to my mouth, and I couldn't help but take a bite, and then the thought arose, I had to store a few of them and save them for when I was hungry.

Recalling the scene of being bullied just now, helplessness and despair suddenly came to my heart. Ever since I was a child, I have lived in a small town, and I have seen many strong people who have traveled between the town and the ruins of the gods, and I know that I am very weak and may never have the strength of them. Therefore, I never had the expectation of 'revenge from a gentleman, ten years is not too late' for those who offended me, and I could not have the same strength as them, although I also longed to have the strength of a samurai, the mysterious power of a magician.

In the face of all kinds of bullying, I can only let the dark night bury me deeply, avoid the injustice of the world, escape everything from reality, everything??????

A breeze blew across his face, and a trace of coldness turned into his heart, soothing the painful wound. I clutched my bloody belly and walked towards my only haven, where my warm dreams, my everything.

I finally walked to the statue of the goddess, and saw a drunken mercenary leaning next to the statue of the goddess, constantly venting and vomiting, and the whole statue of the goddess was wrapped in a body of alcohol. I was so angry in my heart, how could he blaspheme the goddess!

This statue of the goddess, which is as old as the town, has its own unique place in the hearts of our indigenous people, she is not only a symbol of sacrosanctity, but also the guardian goddess of the town, who gives the town peace. The reason why the town can be free from demonic beasts in this dangerous border is the blessing of the goddess. Therefore, the status of the goddess in our minds is much higher than that of all the legendary gods in the continent.

I rushed to the drunk man angrily, and even though my injured body was in terrible pain from the strenuous exercise, I rushed to the drunk man at a drunken speed and pushed him away. I didn't know that I had so much strength to push him to the ground at once.

The drunk man was dressed in a red power suit, with a pair of large calloused hands on his thick arms, and a long sword not far from the idol, which was shining brightly. I knew I was no match for him, so I panicked and could even foresee myself being split in half by the sword.

Seeing that the drunk man was a little sober and was about to reach out for the giant axe on the ground, I nervously pounced and pressed the weight of this body on the drunkard. However, at the age of thirteen, I was not very weighted by malnutrition, and for a person who had practiced martial arts, my weight was nothing, and the drunk man lifted me off of him with a slight movement of his arm.

Obviously, he was not lightly drunk, and although he squinted at me angrily, he was lightheaded, and his body was shaking. I hurriedly retreated, curled up at the foot of the idol, and watched helplessly as the blasphemous goddess swayed his majestic body toward me.

Hum??????

The drunk snorted, apparently he had set out to kill, and I felt a threat I had never felt before. Even the threat of the big man who kicked and beat me at will during the day didn't make me feel so frightened that my life was threatened. Instinctively to the right in the face of that menacing gaze, I tried to avoid the body that was approaching me. I leaned over and crawled to the right with my right hand, and despite my own squirming, I could not stay away from the drunken man's swaying body because of the fact that the injuries had not healed during the day, and the fear in my heart.

Hehe, I see you running?????? Vomit??????

Beneath the hideous face was a cruel and bloodthirsty cold smile, and the disgusting smell of alcohol from the mouth that was exhaling with a sneer made me sober up a lot from my fear, and I understood that I would not be able to see the sun tomorrow without killing him. Although my life as a humble beggar seems insignificant to others, the ants still steal their lives, and I have not lost the courage to live.

To live there is hope, there is everything. I am not willing to fall innocently like this, and I am not willing to control my own fate as a weak person under the clutches of others. It dawned on me that in this world of the strong, I should have a sharp sword to slash through the thorns and crests, compete for the fairness I dreamed of, and establish a set of fairness laws in my realm. It turns out that the fate I have been seeking is close at hand, it is in my own hands, and with the sword of strength, I can roll destiny* and let it run according to my trajectory.

At this time, I suddenly felt that I had gained unprecedented strength and courage, and there was only one word in my heart - death, let this blasphemous guy die with regret.

In the face of the drunkard's approach, I deliberately moved towards the long sword, with a look of horror and despair, he saw me like this, looked at my helpless cry for help, let out a smug laugh, and relaxed his guard against me.

The wound that was about to heal rubbed on the ground and cracked again, bleeding dark red blood and dragging out a thick line of blood. During the day, the big man was so vicious that he kicked me all over my body, hmph, I will make him pay for it with blood. At this time, I suddenly felt a sense of revenge unwilling to be bullied, and the family changes for several months made me peck at hatred like rotten bones.

Yes??????

Suddenly, I yelled at the drunk, a deafening roar that tore through the thin eardrums. The drunken man was puzzled by my shouting action, so he stood stunned on the spot, his head was a little short-circuited, and he looked surprised, he couldn't imagine why I was screaming so much, and his original cowardly and desperate appearance suddenly changed, and at this time, the drunkard discovered a hidden murderous intent in my eyes, and his vigilance suddenly rose, but it was too late. Infant red blood flowed down the blood trough on the long sword, forming a red thread of death under the effect of gravity and floating to the ground???????

And what I want is the moment when he is sluggish, the moment when his head is short-circuited and he can't think, which is a fatal flaw.

I didn't know that the divine power that came from me made my hands quickly grasp the long sword and pierce the heart of the drunkard who desecrated the goddess, and there was regret and unwillingness in those lifeless eyes. Yes, he should regret it, regret that he should not have despised all potential dangers, unwilling to be defeated by a humble beggar, and even more unwilling to die under his own sword!

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