In the rumbling sound of the storm, this slap was like a small pebble thrown into the sea, and it disappeared without a trace in an instant, without even a ripple. However, Owen, who witnessed this scene, felt his heart tremble, and it seemed that the slap was directly slapped on his heart.

The female beggar, who is a mother, did not reserve this slap on her son, and used all her strength, so that after she finished the beating, her cough became severe.

The beaten son did not dare to answer, silently waiting for his mother's recovery. I don't know how long it took for the woman to slowly catch her breath.

Seeing her son cowering outside the brocade quilt like a frightened puppy, in the occasional flash of electric light, the five bright red palm prints on the child's face were very clear, and the woman's heart couldn't help but burn with maternal pity. She stretched out her trembling hands, like chicken feet, and grabbed the child's shoulders and pulled him into her arms.

"Does it hurt?"

The daughter caressed the child's face and asked distressedly.

"Mother's ......"

The child didn't know how to answer, his heart was already in a mess.

"Don't call me 'Mother,' just call me 'Queen Mother,' as you used to. ”

"But didn't you say that using such a title would reveal our identity?"

“......”

This time, the woman did not immediately answer her son. She silently tore open the dirty quilt cover, reached into the damp and moldy cotton, and rummaged through something. After a while, she pulled out a long object from the quilt.

Another thunderbolt swept across the sky, and by the flash of lightning, Owen saw that it was actually a dagger made of meteoric iron mixed with gold, and studded with diamonds! The scabbard was wrapped in black cloth, which concealed its dark gold luster, but could not hide the fierce murderous aura that emanated from the dagger's slight unsheath.

In the midst of her son's suspicions, the woman shoved the dagger into his thin little hand.

"Mother, queen mother......" looked at the dagger, the only valuable possession of their mother and son, and the little boy looked at his mother in amazement.

Just now his mother slapped him for the sake of the dagger's survival, and now the dagger was in his hands in the blink of an eye, and the little boy was a little at a loss in the face of such a big change.

"Marn, I ask you--" said the woman gravely, "do you remember what your father said when he gave it to you?"

The child didn't answer, he nodded silently.

"Do you remember how we escaped from the palace?"

The child nodded again.

"Do you remember how we were cheated out of our money and sold into slavery and tortured?"

Nodding again.

"Do you remember the second time we escaped?"

Still nodding.

"Do you remember why we have to beg all the way back to the royal capital when we have fled abroad?"

Still nodding.

"Do you remember the enemies who framed our mother and son?"

This time, the child didn't nod his head again. Because of the mention of the word "enemy", his small fists clenched, and his eyes, which were originally filled with sadness and tiredness, suddenly burned with the flame of revenge. Even if it is only a sporadic flame, if it continues to burn, it will become a prairie fire. Everything his mother said before was not important, only the word hatred, he would never give up!

Seeing her son's eyes, the woman smiled with relief.

"Hear me, Marn," she said, pushing her son away from her again, but this time not by reproach, "never forget who you are! You are not just a prince with first inheritance, but a chosen one." Revenge is not all you have to do, not only do you have to reclaim the throne that belongs to you, but you also want to reign over the world in the future!"

Speaking of excitement, the woman suddenly pulled the dagger out of her son's arms, and before her son could react, she stabbed the dagger into her heart!

？！

"Queen Mother's !!!"

It took a long time for the little boy to come to his senses, and the earth-shattering, ghostly roar made Owen, who was close at hand, feel a sharp pain in his heart! He almost went up to help, but the truth clearly told Owen that the child could not see him at all.

The son lay on his bloodied mother's body, howling and crying, but the drowning mother laughed heartily. She knew that her condition had reached the point where there was no cure for her, and that finding a doctor for treatment was nothing more than her son's illusory fantasy. In order not to drag her son back, the woman chose to cut herself off.

As she was dying, the woman trembled and stretched out her bloodstained hand and gently stroked the back of her son's head.

"Cry. My Marn, weep bitterly. But after today, you can't leave a single tear left......"

......

The thunderstorm fell for 48 hours, and the little boy stayed motionless for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.

When the sky cleared, the little boy hired a carriage to transport his mother out of the city, piled up firewood, and watched his mother on her last journey in the midst of the raging flames.

However, the cost of corpse transportation and cremation was not a merciful handout. Before being hired into the carriage, the little boy quietly followed a drunkard who walked and staggered, and when he reached a secluded place, he stabbed his mother in the back with a dagger left behind. The little boy took not only the innocent drunk's life, but also all the belongings he carried.

At 10 years and 9 months, this was the age of little Marn's first murder, and since then, the moral shackles that bind his actions have been untied.

Prior to this, the young boy named Marn had made a number of astonishing firsts: his birth, the first child of the queen who had not conceived for many years, and the ancient Olopa word for "Light of Hope", which was his name "Marn" It was the first time that his father personally chose the name of the prince without going through the deliberations of the Imperial Household Agency; on the fourth day after his birth, little Marn suffered his first assassination; at the age of 3, little Marn mastered a complete set of marksmanship for the first time; at the age of 5, he used a small wooden gun to defeat a regular soldier for the first time; at the age of 7, he met a teacher from the dragon clan for the first time; at the age of 8, the king made an unprecedented effort to push back the succession order of all princes and make the youngest Marn the crown prince; two days later, little Marn suffered the most ferocious persecution of his half-brother, and at the same time tasted betrayal for the first time, and was betrayed by his most trusted dragon teacher; the next dayFour months after escaping from the palace, little Marne and his mother were sold into slavery by a liar, and when he escaped again a year and a half later, on the way back to the royal capital, little Marne heard for the first time that someone in the palace was pretending to be him......

After leaving his mother, little Marne finally grew up, and he had to grow up too. In the streets and alleys of the royal capital, little Marn used all means to survive, robbing wild dogs for food, fighting with ruffians, being chased by guards, sneaking into private houses to steal, and in order to take revenge, little Marn formed gangs, murdered and robbed, extorted, and established his own power at the lowest level.

This inhuman life lasted for more than a year, and finally, little Marne waited for his only chance......