1:462 Attack on the Heavenly Path (3)

At the same time (?), somewhere in the steppe of Pantorakken.

"Daddy isn't coming today. The little boy looked out the window and said disappointedly.

"Uther also has his job, and it is impossible to come and accompany us every day. With a smile, Iglyn stroked her son's head, "Alright, go ahead and read your book, Arthur." "But studying is so boring" The six-year-old boy put down the "Calculus" in his hand and made a fuss, "If Dad doesn't come to accompany Arthur, Arthur won't study." Anyway, it's just memorizing a bunch of formulas, and I'm bored to death. His mother put down her needlework and began to teach her son: "Don't be bored. Don't you want to be a good scholar? Even elementary school students don't know calculus, how can you be a good scholar when you grow up?" "Arthur never said he wanted to be a scholar. Arthur wants to be a knight like his father. The little boy protested, "The knight only needs to be strong in fight, what's the use of knowing this nonsense?" "No. Although the woman was a little angry with her son's speech, she still gently stroked her son's head and persuaded him step by step: "Mother doesn't want Arthur to join the Knights. Arthur had to be a scholar, and he couldn't be so violent. Violence doesn't solve the problem and doesn't make shijie better.

To be able to make shijie become haode, there will always be only [knowledge] and a gentle heart. "Gentle heart?" "That's right, gentle heart. Igline stroked her son with pity, "Arthur doesn't need to be a great knight, just need to be a gentle person and live this life in peace, and his mother will be very comforted." "Mama" vaguely understood the hidden meaning of Iglian's words, and the little boy snuggled into his mother's arms, closed his eyes, and felt his mother's warmth.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door violently, making a noisy "bump, bump" sound.

"Mom, Mom?" the little boy was startled by the knock on the door. The chalet was usually closed to visitors, and almost no one knew about it except for the knight Uther.

This sudden visit filled Iglyn's heart with an ominous premonition.

Just in case, she pressed her son down and whispered, "Arthur, hide under the bed." Listen, whatever happens, don't be silent, okay?" "Haode, Arthur will be quiet and not say a word. "Good boy. The woman opened a cover under the bed in the cabin. What had been a small space for the knight Uther to store his belongings when he built his house (because the hut had no cellar) was now a hiding place for the little boy.

After the woman told her son to hide, she put down the sheets, covered the hiding place, and then went to open the door.

The little boy hid in the darkness and waited. There was a cacophony outside the door, and he wondered what was going on, and as he was full of anxiety, a woman's screams had seized his nerves.

"Mom," he lifted the cover of his hiding place slightly, looking out through the cracks.

Blood, spilled all over the ground. His mother was lying on the ground and was no longer moving.

Eglian died.

Die.

The six-year-old boy didn't know what death was, but he drew a vague idea of death from books. When a person dies, he falls asleep forever and never wakes up again.

His mother would never wake up again, make him the little boy's favorite muffin, never stroke his head again, teach him to read and write, never again accompany him and his father on picnics and sightseeing.

He was terrified. He was at a loss for what to do with these [future possibilities] dying. But what he cares about most is that his mother won't love him anymore.

While the boy was shivering in the shadows, several men dressed as knights burst into the cabin. Arthur couldn't see their faces, he could only see their iron boots through the gap under the bed.

"There should be another imp, where?" said a knight.

"Find it for me. Be sure to find the seed. Another knight ordered. It was clear from his voice that the man was younger than the other knights, perhaps a teenager, but from his proud tone it was clear that he was above the other knights.

"No, you can't find it anywhere. Will he go outside to play?" "Fast, Iros, you go look for it in the forest. Once found, shoot and kill. The young knight who gave the order said. His icy tone was reminiscent of January frost.

The little boy shrunk in the dark compartment and shivered, but tried to restrain himself from making a sound.

"Really, he's your brother after all" "He's not my brother." He was just a seed born of his father and that cheap bone, and it was not a pity to die. The young knight replied in a vicious tone. His tone was reminiscent of a femme fatale in a swamp.

The little boy was clenched into a ball, his pants soaking wet, but he did not dare to move, for fear that the slightest noise would reveal his location.

"Okay. We'll meet here in an hour, Lord Gonser. The knights left the house.

After the other knights had left, the young knight who had stayed in the wooden house suddenly sneered.

"You don't have to hide, boy. I can smell the stench you smell from miles away. "Bump. The wooden bed was overturned.

Chirping. The lid of the chamber is lifted.

The light came through the small chamber and shone on the little boy's face. But this was the light that foreshadowed his death. The little boy looked in horror at the emaciated young knight, the [elder brother] who had been bullying the little boy when he was younger.

"Long time no see, Arthur. You're hiding in a place like this?" a cruel smile crossed Gonse's face.

"Just, Brother Gangse" "Stop!" The young man grabbed his brother's hair with one hand and hung him in the air as if he were holding a toy: "How many times have you said it, don't call me brother again!" The little boy looked at the knight in horror and was silent.

He glanced at the woman who had fallen to the side, her face was bloodless and her breathing had stopped. She was dead.

"It's because of your two mothers and sons that my father has no intention of working, and he is constantly demoted all day long. Gonse glared at his brother viciously, "But, don't worry. From today onwards, I will be promoted to the rank of Heavenly Knight. I, the knight of the heavenly rank, will carry forward the glory of the Pantoraken family and make up for my father's shame. And you, the evil seed, as a mistake in the family, will die here!" the little boy only felt a pound in his abdomen. The cold knife had pierced into his stomach, and warm blood was spurting from the knife's bleeding opening.

"Woo weishenme" "No weishenme. Your birth is a mistake, your existence is full of filth, and hell is your best place to live. The boy's consciousness gradually blurred. He turned his head to look, wanting to see his mother again before he died.

"What to say [gentle heart], she's such an idiot. Gang snorted disdainfully, "Gentleness is useful." Will gentleness stop me from killing you, will it make the knife you suffer disappear, will it bring you back from the dead? In the next second, Gangse's knife had flipped up, messing up the little boy's internal organs, and then cut through the little boy's trachea, cutting his throat, killing him instantly.

Arthur died like this.