Slum.

A boy of seven or eight years old walked slowly, he was very beautiful, with handsome features, and splendid blond hair, and it was hard to imagine what a charming man he would be when he grew up.

A group of older children saw him and together blocked his way.

"Hey Arthur.." The eldest child at the head looked playful and said in a mocking tone: "Did you buy medicine for your #coquettish mother again?"

"Of course.." The other child immediately picked up and exaggeratedly said, "Arthur is the good son of his cousin's mother, and everyone knows it."

"Hahaha.." The children burst out laughing uncontrollably.

With a look of resentment on his face, the boy grabbed the older child by the collar and said loudly, "Say it again, I swear I'll smash your stupid stinky face with my fist."

"Bang.." Before the boy could finish speaking, he had already received a hard punch in the face.

The older kids made the first move.

"Oh Arthur.." The older kid had an apologetic look on his face, "I shot too hard... Look at your pretty face, you're so handsome, just like your father."

"No!" cried the child, "he had no idea who his father was, maybe it was the blind old John, and I bet the old John must have been to his mother."

"Haha.."

There was another burst of laughter, and the children's eyes were full of disdain and disdain as they looked at the boy.

The older child crouched down and slapped the boy in the face, "Maybe his father might be the king..." His cousin, his mother, was so beautiful that she must have taken on a lot of guests."

"Ahh The boy's eyes turned red, and he frantically pounced on the older child, biting his ear like a wild dog.

"Oh, shit.." The older kid punched the boy out of the air, covering his ear, blood gushing through his fingers.

"You damn bitch." There was a look of resentment and anger in the eyes of the eldest child, "Give it to me, teach him a hard lesson.."

The children rushed up and punched and kicked the boy.

The boy clung to his head and curled up, he was too weak to resist, and he was almost used to such beatings.

"Phew.." The eldest child spat on the boy's body and threw down a sentence viciously: "Don't let me see you again... Cousin-raised hybrids.."

The children walked away, and it seemed to have become a regular pastime for them.

The boy curled up with his head in his arms for a long time, and finally slowly relaxed, he felt that there was no place in his body that was not painful, poverty, hunger, and pain tormented him day by day, and he thought that it would be better to die like this, more easily.

However, this thought was quickly extinguished by himself.

He can't die yet, and he's going to double all the injuries he's suffered, and... Mother, mother was still waiting for him at home, he could not have left the poor woman.

The boy suddenly laughed, like a madman, louder and louder.

Tears rolled down his eyes, dripping through the wound, stinging pain, but he was almost numb.

He had a father and was a noble duke, and he remembered living in the beautiful ducal palace with his mother as a child.

But because of this brilliant blonde hair, he and his mother were kicked out... The man also said that he was a mongrel, the crystallization of impurity and humiliation...

The boy's tears mixed with the dirt, and the pretty little face was spent.

Maybe he's really a mongrel...

"Arthur.."

Suddenly, someone whispered his name in his ear.

The boy suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, and looked around, but there was no one to be seen.

"Arthur.."

This time it's louder and clearer.

The boy quickly got up from the ground, looking a little panicked, and he shouted into the air, "Who?

"Arthur.." The voice shouted again, as if someone was whispering in his ear: "Do you hate them?"

"Who are you?!come out, I see you.." The boy replied nervously.

"Snort.." The voice laughed, and the tone was very young, even a little green, and it was vaguely recognizable as a man's voice.

"You can't see me. Arthur.." The voice is very soft, but the pitch is high and low, very strange and weird, "I live in your heart... I understand everything you want .."

The boy swallowed with difficulty, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm here to help you, Arthur." The tone of the voice was like that of a friendly friend, "You're too weak to beat them, so you can only take a beating, and you can only listen to them scold you bastard... There's nothing you can do, Arthur.."

The voice fiercely uncovered the scar on the boy's heart, and plunged into it like a knife.

With a "snap", a sharp dagger fell in front of the boy for no reason.

"Pick it up .." The voice said demagoguously, "Take advantage of the darkness and use this knife to wipe off their necks one by one. The blood that gushes out will wash away your shame."

The boy rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the dagger fell on the ground in front of him.

The boy reached out with a trembling hand, slowly touching the handle of the dagger, but quickly retracting it.

Cold, rough, and real, it's not a dream.

"You can do it, trust me.." The voice continued to seduce him, "You are smart, you are better than all of them, and you have the noblest blood in all of Great Britain in you."

"No!" the words seemed to sting the boy, and he cried out.

"Oh, I'm sorry.." The voice was apologetic, "I forgot to tell you."

"Dear Arthur, you are the son of the King, you are the twentieth generation of the Welsh royal family, and you are the future master of Great Britain."

"No, that's not true.." The boy's expression was a little dazed, and he couldn't believe what he had heard.

"It's true.." The voice continued, "Look at your brilliant blonde hair, it's not a shame, it's glory, it's a symbol of royal blood."

"In the distant capital of Great Britain, stands a huge stone pillar, on which is a long sword that symbolizes supreme power and dignity."

"Whoever can draw that sword will be the king of Great Britain and the future king of this continent."

The boy listened in amazement, as if in a dream.

The voice continued: "And its owner is you.."

"The sword of kings is waiting for you, it's yours. Look at the ground under your feet, it is also yours, and everything in the future will belong to you... Arthur.. Wang.."

"My ?.. I'm going to be king?.." The boy muttered to himself.

"Yes.. But it's not who you are now." The voice became agitated, "You're too cowardly to even kill those who bullied you... You're a coward.. You don't deserve to be a king.."

"No!" the boy screamed, "I'm not a coward."

He stared at the dagger at his feet, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air, as if he was engaged in some kind of psychological struggle.

Finally, his eyes became firm, and a violent look flashed, and he picked up the dagger on the ground and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

"I'll kill them. I'll be king.."

The boy strode forward, his tiny figure disappearing into the twilight.

Quiet clearing, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, a helpless voice sounded: "Father, this game is too boring.."

In the shadows, two figures, one large and one small, were revealed.

A handsome young man dressed in a dark golden robe, and an equally handsome boy dressed like a noble boy.

"It's far less fun than killing, I'd rather tear his heart and liver apart than use the words you taught me to trick him..."The aristocratic boy said, two sharp tiger teeth showing on his bright red lips, and he licked his lips subconsciously: "That must taste delicious..."

Carlo smiled and stroked the boy's hair, and said softly, "Sauron, you are your compulsory course."

"The power of darkness is not only destruction, but also erosion.."

The boy's pretty little face wrinkled, and he pouted, "Okay, I'll continue... By the way, father, you said you would give me a gift, a beautiful ring, when will you give it to me..."

"Soon.. It was done in no time.."