Chapter 1: The Fallen Aristocrats

Saint Lan Continent.

Saint-Lan Empire 823 years.

The bustling imperial capital is full of traffic, and living and working in peace and contentment is naturally the blessing of the people and the foundation of the country, which is obviously something that three or two-year-old children know.

For the reigning Emperor, His Majesty Onassis VII, piracy in the East was no longer rampant, and the Yanyu Empire to the south of the empire was no longer in trouble, and as for the extreme north, it was ......

It is not within the scope of consideration of our noble emperor, His Majesty, or it is very reassuring, and there is peace in the court, which is his blessing!

However, there must be some flaws behind the prosperity to be considered perfect, to be considered a country, and of course this country is naturally the same.

Behind the most luxurious wine-colored place in the imperial capital is the resting place of the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army who have changed shifts. The barracks are quite close to here, and it is only a short walk away, and if you climb over the wall, you only need to cross the alleys to get there, and it is extremely convenient to do some obscure things.

However, very few people choose to climb over the wall to save trouble, not because they feel that they are noble, but because they are separated by a narrow and somewhat dimly lit alley, in which a group of people with ragged clothes and faces sit on the sidelines.

Each has its own territory, does not invade each other, and likewise does not speak to each other. Waiting all day for the food scraps saved by the restaurant to survive.

Every evening, the steward, who laughed and showed his gold teeth, would order a few servants to fill two large wooden barrels with the scraps of food, put them in the alley, sit on a chair, and laugh as the gang snatched food.

It's like throwing a bone into a pack of dogs, not for the sake of having fun.

Lynch was already in his third day in this alley, and three days was neither long nor short, but it was enough to make a fifteen-year-old child change too much, from sincerely despising this group of people to stealing food, to not being able to endure hunger and cold, from being beaten a few fat beatings to having his own nest.

From a pampered little boy in the past to a little beggar who lives on the dregs of rice, Lynch no longer has the strength to complain about the injustice of the world as before.

The weather in May is still a little cold in the morning, and this east-west alley is only exposed to the sun twice a day, and the cold wind is swishing, Lynch leans against the wall, and his immature little face does not have the spirit corresponding to his age at all, and the only expression is that there is no expression.

He didn't dare to move his body, and if he wanted to live, the life of one meal a day had to allow him to save his strength.

In the long and dim alley, a ray of glow slowly came, shining on Lynch's body, in exchange for a trace of warmth.

Lynch knew that the steward of the restaurant was about to come out to feed them, so he got up and limped away in the ranks.

Feeding, a word that is much ironic. But now, what can Lynch not be forced to accept? Fate is boring, so it plays with humanity, and unfortunately Lynch is its plaything at this time.

The slanting sun stretched the shadow of this group of refugees, and because it was overcrowded, it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly in the crowd: "Even the shadow is gone!"

Yes, even the shadow that is most unlikely to abandon himself has disappeared at this time, what can he do for a long time?

The back door opened, and the fat gold-toothed steward showed his head, and with a big grin, he summoned a few slaves and carried out the two buckets full of food scraps.

"Filthy untouchables, all listen to Uncle Ben, and if you stain your uncle's shoes like the previous times, no one will have anything to eat in the future. ”

The big gold tooth steward pointed at this group of refugees is scolding, there was no rebuttal in the crowd, numb nod, looking at the big gold tooth steward in fear, and from time to time he glanced at the two buckets of food.

The steward of the big golden tooth enjoyed the fear of the refugees very much, and was driven by the guests, so he regained some dignity at this time, snorted with satisfaction, waved his hand and said, "Eat!"

The phrase "let's eat" detonated the group of refugees, and the two wooden vats were instantly surrounded by water, and the nearest dirty hands kept stuffing food into their mouths.

Those who can't touch it can only keep squeezing in, and I don't know how many more people saliva are in the barrel, but it still can't stop the refugees from grabbing food.

"Haha, Erin, you see, it doesn't look like a pack of dogs!"

The corners of the big gold tooth steward's mouth trembled with a smile, and the Erin in his mouth was a little girl standing beside him, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The clean face, the straight nose bridge seems to be the icing on the cake on this flawless face, the long eyelashes cover the pair of smart eyes, and the long black hair reaches the waist.

A hint of disgust appeared between Erin's eyebrows, as if she hadn't heard a word.

Lynch, who was squeezed in the crowd, his thin body was crumbling, and he could only move little by little with the help of the crowded force behind him, and he couldn't fall down at this time, and the hungry wolf-like refugees behind him would not care about his life and death.

Lynch had witnessed an old man trampled at the feet of a refugee, and the crowd prompted Lynch to step on the old man's body, and that kick completely ended the old man's life.

But Lynch had nightmares for a few nightmares because of this kick, and the old man's dim face would always appear in his dreams every night.

"They're just a bunch of dogs, a bunch of dogs who don't know what human nature is"

And now, Lynch asks himself many times, "Am I also a dog!?"

No one will give him this answer, yes or no, and it is not up to him to decide.

If you feel like you're a dog, then yes and no. If you feel like you're not, then you're not, yes and no.

Lynch didn't know what life would be like in the future, he just wanted to fill his stomach now, he didn't want to die, after all, if he died, there would be nothing.

The crowded flow of people, the pungent stench, and the bleeding from the head for a mouthful of food.

It was only a foot away from the barrel, but there were no more food scraps. Lynch smiled indifferently, and turned around to return to his nest, as if he was used to it.

The steward of the Great Golden Tooth instructed the handymen to withdraw the barrel and brush it clean. Just shook his head and walked into the Chunman Building.

"You... Wait a minute!"

Lynch, who was walking back, turned around and saw Erin jumping towards him, the corners of his mouth pulled up unconsciously, and he limped a few steps in the direction of Erin, but was stopped by Erin frowning.

"Don't move, wait for me to come!". ”

You don't have a good leg or foot, so you'd better wait for me to come over!"

Lynch had no choice but to stop, watching Erin, who was only half a head shorter than him, walk in front of him, forcibly hold back the weakness of his body, and said softly: "You, here you are again!"

Lynch knew that Erin had come to bring him food again, apparently not for the first time, but had been preparing food for him since Erin noticed her.

Lynch couldn't think of why Erin was so good to herself among the nearly 100 refugees, was it because she discovered her identity, or was it because she was just young and innocent?

After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Qicai felt that the former was the most likely, after all, he was so high-spirited at the beginning, and he would attract the attention of the surrounding people when he was friends of the same age in his spare time, and when he was playing in the streets.

Maybe they wanted to see the demeanor of the young genius of the day, after all, the name of "young genius" was not shouted in vain, and without real talent and real learning, it was naturally impossible to get it just by relying on the son of the earl.

And at this time, he should also be known all over the city, Lynch thought to himself that every gate and its streets and alleys in the imperial capital were now filled with their own notices, and the most significant four words on them were: Wanted criminals.

"yes!"

Erin nodded, then took out a ball of food wrapped in a white cloth from her arms and handed it to Lynch: "Now, eat it!"

"Thank you. ”

Taking the bread wrapped in white cloth, Lynch thanked him and began to gobble it up. Bread is tasteless, but in Lynch's heart, it is delicious.

"Hee-hee, eat slowly!" the girl's voice sounded like a silver bell.

Lynch, who was already hungry, could not listen to it at this time, but in a few moments he ate two loaves of bread.

"Thank you!" Lynch thanked again, but he didn't know what to say.

"I know, I've said it twice. Erin rolled her black and white eyes and said, looking dissatisfied with Lynch's kindness to her.

Lynch was speechless, he had been educated and favored since he was a child, and he should be grateful, and if he did not have the power to reciprocate, he must not talk about reward.

"Why don't you speak?" Erin chuckled in a silver-like voice with big eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

"I ......" Lynch was silent for a while, then asked what he was thinking, and said slowly: "How do you know who I am?"

He didn't ask Erin if she knew or didn't know, but directly asked how she knew, giving her the illusion that Lynch had guessed that Erin knew who she was.

In fact, Lynch himself is not very sure whether Erin knows or doesn't know, but in his heart this feeling is very strong, for the sake of security, so he deceived her.

How could Irene, who was only fourteen years old, see through this, as soon as she heard this, she looked as if she had done something bad and was caught, her slender hands unconsciously kneaded the corners of her clothes, lowered her head and said, "I... I..."

Lynch sighed lightly and asked, "Who told you that?"

"Nobody told me, I guessed it. Erin looked up suddenly, her tone rather hurried and slightly nervous.

Lynch, who couldn't see any expression, said softly, "You go back quickly." ”

"Oh!" Erin whispered in a frustrated voice, and turned and walked back.

Behind him, Lynch watched Erin walk through the door, and when he couldn't see the shadow, Lynch gently folded the white cloth and put it in his arms, as if he stopped for a while, and returned to his nest as usual.

When the night came, not a single star flickered, and the bright moon that comforted Lynch was gone.

The night was very empty and quiet, it was a good night for a peaceful sleep, but Lynch was sleepless, curled up at the base of the wall with his hands crossed, looking at the dark sky stupidly, and his dull face didn't know what he was thinking.

When two lines of hot tears slowly rolled down Lynch's cheeks, he realized that Lynch was not thinking of much fun.

It was late at night, and I didn't see Lynch half tired, and his unconscious lips twitched, and two words popped out, and if he got closer, he should be able to hear Lynch saying a name.

"Meg!!"