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As Tang Zhangwei's fleet continued to sail forward, they came across a lot of Arctic shells.

These delicious Arctic mussels are very nutritious and they love to eat them.

Under the order of General Tang Zhangwei, everyone went to catch these Arctic shells together. When the Arctic shells are fished up, they start eating these delicious shells.

Sima Qingshan said to Tang Zhangwei: "General, these Arctic shells are very delicious, and there is no danger in catching them, if only we could always catch these seafood." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Actually, we are human beings! The first thing to ask for is food and clothing, and then self-satisfaction, if you go out to sea to fish, those Arctic shellfish! King crab! Arctic shrimp! Lobster! are extremely safe. On the contrary, big guys like whales are not easy to catch and not easy to handle, but many people just want to catch big guys. In fact, the most important thing to be a man is to be down-to-earth, earn what you have to earn, no matter how much you earn, as long as you can earn it. ”

Alfred chased after him and caught up with him in a few steps. Alfred stretched out a long leg and tripped up, and Jack fell out. Hot bread rolls to the floor.

Alfred picked one up, wiped off a piece of mud from it, and shoved it into his mouth. His eyes widened in amazement. "New bread!" He said. He began to pick up the rest.

Jack struggled to grab a loaf of bread, but Alfred slapped him hard and knocked him down again. Alfred quickly scooped up the rest of the bread and munched on it as he walked away. Jack burst into tears.

Martha looked sympathetic, but Jack didn't need sympathy, he couldn't stand the humiliation. He lifted his leg and left, and as soon as Martha followed, he turned his face to her and said, "Go away!" She was aggrieved, but she stopped and let him go.

He walked towards the ruins, wiping away his tears with his sleeve as he went. He was hell-bent on killing that guy. I burned down the cathedral, he thought; I can kill Alfred too.

Around the ruins, it was much cleaner this morning. Jack remembered that some high-ranking church officials had come to inspect the damage to the cathedral.

It was Alfred's physical superiority that made him so mad, he did whatever he wanted just because he was so big. Jack circled around for a moment, his heart fluttering, if only Alfred had stayed in the church while the stones fell.

He finally saw Alfred again. Alfred was on the North Wing Road, shoveling stone chips into a car, covered in dust. Near the car, there was a beam, almost undamaged, except for a little scorching and blackening of the charcoal ash. Jack wiped a finger on the surface of the beam, leaving a gray trail on it. Inspired to write in charcoal ash: "Alfred is a pig. ”

Some of the people who were working noticed it. They didn't expect Jack to be able to write. One young man said, "What is written? ”

"Ask Alfred to go," Jack replied.

Alfred looked at the line and frowned inexplicably. Jack knew that he knew his name, but he couldn't recognize the rest of the words. He was furious, knowing that he had been insulted, but he did not know what was written, and that in itself was humiliation. He looks rather stupid. Jack's anger subsided a bit. Alfred may be bigger, but Jack is smarter.

Still no one knows what those words mean. Then a trainee monk walked by, pronounced the words, and smiled. "Who's Alfred?" He said.

"Him," Jack gestured with his thumb. Alfred was even angrier, but still didn't know what to do, so he leaned against his shovel and looked stupid.

The trainee laughed. "A pig, huh? What did he gouge - acorns? ”

"It should be!" Jack said he was happy because of the Alliance.

Alfred put down his shovel and tried to catch Jack.

Jack had been prepared for him, and dodged it like an arrow off the string. The apprentice stretched out a leg to trip Jack—as if to make a little bad for both sides—but Jack jumped nimbly. He ran along the original altar, dodging piles of rubbish and leaping over the beams where he was lying. He could hear Alfred's heavy footsteps and the panting of his breath following him, and he ran more smoothly for fear of being caught.

After a while, he realized that he had run the wrong way. There is no way out of the cathedral. He made a mistake. His heart sank, and he felt that he couldn't escape the beating.

The upper part of the east end had collapsed, and stones were piled up against the remnant wall. Seeing that there was nowhere to run, Jack climbed up the pile of rocks, while Alfred chased after him. He ran to the top and saw that he was fifteen feet tall in front of him. He shook in fright. If you jump from such a high place, you have to hurt yourself. Alfred reached out and grabbed his ankle. Jack loses his balance. For a moment, he was standing on the wall with one leg hanging in the air and the other, waving his arms to gain a foothold. Alfred grabbed him by the ankle. Jack felt like he was about to fall. Alfred held on for a little longer, and when he couldn't hold Jack anymore, he let go. Jack fell through the air, unable to control himself, only hearing himself screaming. He landed on his left side, and the fall was hard enough, and unfortunately, his face hit a rock.

All of a sudden, it was dark.

When he opened his eyes, Alfred was standing beside him—he must have figured out some way to climb off the wall—and next to him was an older monk. Jack recognized the monk: it was Remigius, assistant to the vice-dean. Remigius met his gaze and said, "Get up, child." ”

Jack didn't know if he would be able to stand up. He couldn't move his left arm. The left side of his face was also wooden. He sat up straight. He had thought he might be dead, and he was surprised that he could still move. He struggled to get to his feet with his right arm, most of his weight pressed on his right leg. After the numbness passed, he began to feel pain.

Remigius grabbed his left arm. Jack screamed in pain. Remigius ignored him and grabbed Alfred's ear again. Jack thought to himself that he might punish both of them heavily, and Jack was in too much pain to take care of.

Remigius said to Alfred, "Well, my child, why do you want to kill your brother?" ”

"He's not my brother," Alfred said.

Remigius's expression changed. "Not your brother?" He said, "Don't you have common parents? ”

(End of chapter)

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