Murdi Boro knew very well in his heart that if it weren't for the help of these streamers, he might not have had his life standing here now, watching the dying wounded man on the ground, thinking about some insightless questions. But fortunately, he was able to reflect in time, so he immediately put aside all his prejudices, and with due compassion for a person in distress, he crouched down, carefully observed the wounded, and then speculated: "This man is probably a slave of Dulong." In the Eastern Continent, although there are many countries that put shackles on slaves, there is only one country that has the mark of slave on the left side of its face, and this is the border of Dulong. The blood on his fingertips was still fresh, and the wounds on his face were still dripping with blood. From this point of view, I am afraid that on the way to escape, I tore off the brand on my face with my own hands. ”

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Future Sukaranna looked silently at the wounded on the ground, but his heart was shocked. That man was already scarred and couldn't even save his life, but he could still tear off his own skin ruthlessly! What kind of hatred made him treat himself so coldly? Future couldn't help but feel a faint pain in his back, but it was a pity that the picture stained by poison had already penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, and it was not just by tearing off a layer of epidermis that could relieve the pain, otherwise, he might not hesitate to tear off the tattoo on his back, right?

"What is a slave?" the flaming child suddenly asked curiously. In those ruby clear eyes, a few rainbow-colored rays of light appeared from time to time, flashing like meteors, which was amazing.

How should a young child be explained what a slave is? I wonder if he can understand it? Mo Di had to think about it for a moment, and he tried to omit the cruel words as much as possible, and then explained to the child in a tone that he thought was very kind: "A slave is a person who has lost his home and his freedom. ”

The child really didn't understand, and then asked, "What is home?"

"The home is the place where the dependents who live together live, and the kingdom is the territory ruled by the royal families. ”

"In the territory ruled by the royal family, where the dependents live together is the family and the country?" the child asked with confirmation.

"Yes, yes, what a smart boy!" Modi nodded.

"Are slaves people who don't have any dependents, and are all the places in the Eastern Continent the territory ruled by the royal family?" asked the child again.

Mo Di thought for a moment and said, "Although the children of slaves have to leave their parents since they are young, and almost all of them will become soldiers of the royal family when they grow up, strictly speaking, they should be regarded as people with blood dependents. Every land in the Eastern Continent is, of course, owned by the royal families of various countries. ”

"Since they live with their blood relatives in the land ruled by the royal family, don't they also have a homeland, and why do you still say that they are slaves?" asked the child, puzzled.

"Uh......" For a while, Mo Di was speechless. The child simply asks his explanation upside down, which is full of contradictions, and in the child's concept, the concept of "slave" is obviously untenable. Murdi couldn't help but look at the Priest Sylven in embarrassment, in fact, he didn't know why he asked the priest for help, maybe he just instinctively hoped that he could get some insights from the alien population that his limited mind could not imagine.

"You're right, he's not a slave. A slave is a person who imprisons his soul. Priest Sirwin took the child's hand and looked down at the dying wounded man on the ground, not so much explaining to the child as to respond to the expectation of the Silent Truth, and he could see the Lepelian's curiosity about the idea of a foreign culture. It is true that those shackles have imprisoned his limbs, but those who truly yearn for freedom cannot be imprisoned no matter what. ”

I don't know how many days have passed, when Sang Wu opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of eyes shining with blue light. The person with those long, narrow and beautiful eyes sensed his awakening consciousness in time, and looked down at him, his face was very gentle. Sang Wu had never been looked at with such friendly eyes, he thought that he was still asleep, perhaps back to his forgotten childhood, and the feeling of being embraced was so warm and safe, he really wished he would live in this dream forever...... Thinking about it, Sang Wu couldn't help but close his eyes again and fell into a coma again.

As if he had slept for a long time, in the haze, bursts of fragrance gently brushed from Sang Wu's face with a slightly cool breeze. This time he was really awake, because he could already clearly feel the pain from the wound. But he didn't open his eyes immediately, he first speculated about his current situation based on his feelings, and everything that happened before he passed out was slowly waking up from his memory.

At that time, he only cared about running as hard as he could, and the clearer the pain on his body, the stronger his will to run forward. He ran until he fell, until he couldn't feel his legs, and he continued to crawl forward with his hands, and when he couldn't even feel his own hands, he still didn't give up. Even though he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids, his consciousness was still very clear.

In the depths of his consciousness, he was still running wildly, even though his body was actually unable to move for a long time, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. It's always pitch black ahead, and I can't tell the difference between day and night, and I don't know how long I've been running blindly like this.

Suddenly, a beam of golden-red light suddenly shot into the pitch-black world. Sang Wu didn't know where the strength came from suddenly, so he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the light tightly, and then stretched his eyelids hard, desperately pleading his resentment, praying for help.

"Who held me in his arms?" The breath is filled with a fresh and pure fragrance, which is extremely reassuring......" With the doubt in his heart, Sang Wu slowly opened his eyes, and the brilliant and gentle blue light shone into his eyes in an instant. "Ah, this is the most beautiful color I've ever seen......"

"Awake?"

The sound of a clear spring slowly flowed through Sang Sanai's ears, and he felt that he was wrapped in a soft and warm world. But soon, his body was gently lowered again, and then sparse footsteps sounded around him. Sang Wu couldn't tell that it was the sound of stepping barefoot on the grass, and then, many tall figures surrounded him one after another, looking down at him.

Sang Wu wanted to speak, but was shocked to find that he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Fetch some stream water, he'll probably need to rehydrate......"

What kind of language was that? It was like a heavenly sound, but Sang Wu was completely puzzled, and could only keep his green eyes open, constantly looking at those tall and strange figures.

The moment he realized that he had been rescued, all the painful memories suddenly came back. If life exists only to endure never-ending torment, then he would rather destroy such a world. Pain stayed with him throughout his life during the long, dark years. For him, the only benefit of being alive is being able to "dream" without restraint – a very incredible power and his only freedom.

For many days, in order to alleviate his suffering, whenever he was hungry, he would imagine himself munching on delicious food, whenever his body was whipped painfully, he would imagine himself lying comfortably on the grass with a cool breeze, and whenever he was chained and trapped in a narrow slave pen, he would close his eyes, try to forget the stench around him, and imagine himself running freely in the wilderness. Everything in his fantasy could be clearly transmitted to his senses, as if he smelled the fragrance of wild grass, and saw the sea of blue flowers all over the field, bathed in golden sunlight, gently swaying with the breeze...... He fantasized about it every day and every night, and never stopped.

Finally, on a hot night, for some unknown reason, the granary on the west side of the slave pen suddenly caught fire, and the newly harvested grain was stored there. At that time, several soldiers who were about to block the gate of the slave pen, because they were in a hurry to fight the fire, forgot what they were doing, and left in a hurry before the door was locked. Because he was always longing for freedom, he soon noticed that it was a great opportunity to escape, and excitedly told the other slaves the news.

Sadly, however, not a single slave dared to escape through the unlocked gate. Perhaps it is because this cruel world has made them hopeless to survive, perhaps because they have lost the courage to resist, or perhaps because they have long lost the ability to yearn for freedom...... He couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

In Dulong, escaped slaves were to be hung and skinned alive once they were recaptured. Moreover, the escaped slaves had no place to stand wherever they went. They are afraid, they have long since become numb to their fate, believing that they will always be just slaves, and using this consciousness to imprison themselves in a cage called "slaves".

He asked himself countless times, if he was destined to be a slave, what was the meaning of this "ability to fly freely" that life had given him? In his dreams, he ran in the free wilderness, and saw the flowers all over the mountains, their colors so clear, and their smells so fragrant. The sea of blue flowers under the golden sunlight has long been rooted in his mind, and it exists as if it were reality. Therefore, he firmly believes that he will eventually be able to lie in that sea of blue flowers and look up at the vast and boundless sky......

He hated the world so much that he wanted to destroy it, because it was the source of his pain. But now he is so grateful for life, because life has given him the strength to dream freely. It was the guidance of that force that allowed him to successfully escape the darkness and enter the sea of blue flowers under the sun.

The blue blue of the sun was the most beautiful color he had ever seen, for it had appeared in his dreams countless times, guiding him to the freedom he had longed for so many times.