Chapter 144 Smash prejudice with your fists, cut the future with your long sword, if you can't live with dignity, then please die with dignity!

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As long as you reach out in his heaven and pull him out of the hell of despair.

The greatest motivation for human life is the future and hope. It's a cliché, but you can't deny the correctness of the topic. If someone says that I don't live because of the future, not because of hope, then what's the difference between you living and dying? Eating food aimlessly like a walking corpse? And then spitting the stench of corruption and waiting for death in a world without any color?

This silver coin may have been just an insignificant drop of water for the boy's entire long life, but this drop of water dripped into the tip of his already withered heart at the most critical time of his growth. Wren didn't need to do anything for him, and he didn't have to tell him too much, this single silver coin contained everything he needed.

It's also hope.

It's the future, too!

The boy slowly closed his five fingers, clenched the silver coin tightly in the palm of his hand, and clenched it hard. He felt an unknown force scurrying through his body, and this power made him more courageous, more mature, and more fearless to face the fear of the unknown future. He may not understand the meaning of this silver coin yet, but that doesn't prevent him from feeling the power of hope.

The eyes of the surrounding crowd were shining, and Wren not only gave a silver coin to the boy, but also gave them the same thing.

A neighborhood councillor excitedly pushed through the crowd and walked up to Wren, his trembling hands reaching out to Wren, "Can I kiss your ring?" The old man is not young, he has experienced a lot of things, and in his long life journey, he has never seen a nobleman like Wren. Look at what the other nobles are like? They are arrogant, looking down on the commoners with prejudice and arrogance.

They are like their own gods, taking these civilians and never thinking about them. The commoners, on the other hand, are like lambs bred by the gods, shearing wool from them when needed, or slaughtering one to fill their bellies. They were born to stand on two parallel lines that would never cross with civilians, and they kept their distance from each other. They are like a pure feather, and the civilians are pitch-black mud mixed with shit.

No nobleman had ever walked out into a crowd without an escort like Wren. There is no one like him who gives a young man a small but enough hope of a new life. He has never refused to come into contact with civilians, and he prefers to stand in the center of the crowd rather than hide in the solemn mansion of the city lord. There he stood, he built the city, and the underfed lived a good life, and people no longer had to sell their dignity, and they didn't need to be afraid of being left in the depths of the alley for the pitiful dozens of coppers in their pockets.

If it used to be a hell of despair, now it's a haven of paradise.

"Can I kiss your ring?"

The old man asked again.

Wren smiled, his smile was kind, there was no discrimination and disgust of other nobles for the commoners, he didn't even avoid their hands like a snake and scorpion, but stretched out his hand generously. The old man kissed the bronze ring on Wren's middle finger, and this moment was so sacred, like a kind of contract. There is no need for pale language, no need for unnecessary applause, the moment the lips touch the bronze ring, both sides make a vow that will never change.

"I, and my children and grandchildren, will always be loyal to you. The old man let go of Wren's hand, took a step back, and bent down.

Wren's expression was very serious, and he didn't feel that his oath was ridiculous just because the other party was just a civilian, he looked at the old man very seriously and nodded, "I accept your allegiance!"

The crowd, which was so calm that it was a little dead silent, cheered in an instant, and the black, white and gray world also had color in an instant, and one by one people who were eager to try walked towards Rosie, and they were afraid that their actions might scare him, so they could only stand aside and think but did not dare to stretch their necks, hoping to be seen by Wren.

Lo and behold, life is like that, there is always hope and a future as fuel.

As long as it is related to Rennes, it can attract the attention of many people, and there are more and more people around, and the things here are rumored to be more and more magical. Everyone, including Wren and the high-ranking Empress Pars, will unconsciously add their own opinions and guesses when they convey and express something, which is why rumors are always getting more and more magical. Too many subjective factors spoil the simplicity of the objective facts themselves and complicate things.

This complexity is not necessarily bad, but it can also be good, for example, at this moment, Wren's image is getting taller and fuller, and people are excitedly discussing it. They were not afraid to discuss a nobleman so openly and on a large scale, because they knew that it was Wren, a nobleman who was different, who appeared like a savior in Ortrenburg.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Say something, Lord Castle." ”

Soon someone chimed in, "yes, let's say something, the big guys want to hear what you have to say, you can say whatever you want!"

Celeste quietly took Afro's arm and took a few steps back, highlighting Wren and hiding himself. The little girl looked at Wren adoringly, as if he were all she had, the only one in the world.

Wren pursed his lips, Funkos smiled heartbreakingly, he looked away and looked at the people around him, and met their expectant eyes, he nodded, "Okay then, I'll say something." ”

"Today, I stand here, on the land of Ortlenburg. The city may not have as much history as Sunset City and not as prosperous as Alexandria, but the land is home to the people of Ortlenburg. Our ancestors, who shed their blood and died on this land, built the city with their hands in the most difficult conditions, and they left the most valuable treasure to the people of Ortlenburg. ”

"But what have we been through?", Wren's tone suddenly became high-pitched, full of unyielding resistance, "We have gone through the darkest years, we have struggled to survive in this land that we should be proud of, we have shed every drop of blood here!", he took a deep breath and roared loudly, "Our dignity has been trampled on, our ideals have been tarnished, we are here, in this land gifted to us by our ancestors, living like maggots in despair!"

"Perhaps your ideals are simple: a mouthful of hot wheat kernel porridge, a small slice of bacon with fat, and a job to feed the family. But is this your true ideal and pursuit? If it were me, I would say no loudly! This is not my ideal, still less my pursuit! Look at the eyes of those people in the outside world who are full of contempt and malice, what we want is not only a land where we can live, but also dignity!

Wren shook his fists, clenched fists as if they were grappling everyone's hearts, and their emotions became more and more agitated with the fists they waved. People's breathing became rapid, their eyes began to become bloodshot, they remembered the days of the past, they remembered the despair of darkness.

"They laughed at us and said, look, those trashy people breathe the same air as them, and it makes them feel ashamed. They have insulted our souls, they have insulted the sanctity of our ancestors! Our dignity has been trampled under their feet, so wanton that they will never even look at an Ortlenburg man with a straight eye. What are they leaving us? It's shame, a deep shame, and it makes me angry, and I don't want to be silent!"

"Compared to a bowl of food, more than a piece of bacon, more than a job, these are not what I need!", Wren stepped onto the roadside cart, his face turned red, and he shouted loudly: "What I need is dignity! If they can't give us the dignity they deserve, then my people, take up the weapons in your hands, and use blood and death to tell the outside world that we should be respected, even if we die anywhere because of it." ”

"Death does not make us feel more pain when we die, but it can bring equal eyes and respect to the living. For this reason, for the sake of dignity, for the sake of all the people of Ortlenburg who have been discriminated against and trampled on, let's fight! Let us, after we die, face our ancestors, and tell them with confidence that our death is valuable and meaningful!"

"Today, I stand here, and I tell you, and all of you, that the people of Ortrenburg will never give in, and we will not fear death, we will fight for dignity, for glory!"

Wren punched into the sky, as if to tear the entire sky, "Long live the Ortlenburg, long live the people of Ortlenburg!"

In an instant, those thirty or forty-year-old weather-beaten men had red eyes, tears in their eyes, and tirelessly waved their fists, as if they were going to smash the shackles of fate that pressed on their heads. Many people cried, and Wren aroused the deepest longing in their hearts, and they looked at the man standing tall, and roared hysterically, trying to burn out the anger and grievances in their own hearts.

Wren's words quickly spread throughout the city through the people's relays, and everyone, everyone stopped what they were doing. They climbed onto the rooftops, climbed to all the heights nearby where people could stand, looked at the densest places in the city, and waved their fists in unison. The roar of all is like a huge sonic tsunami, which will destroy all resistance! )