However, many times, the more anxious you are, the more difficult it is to do so. After www.biquge.info a day, my condition did not improve, but worsened.

My chest was clogged and my cheeks were hot, like there were embers hidden in my body. I was chilled, but I still had to train.

Helphant, at last, remembered that he hadn't given me anything to eat for two days, and he gave me a piece of green cheese in good conscience, and stared at me closely, meaning that I should eat it all at once. I had no appetite, but I had to swallow that greasy, salty ball.

When I got back to the dormitory, I finally couldn't stop vomiting, and the piece of cheese that had been tossed in my stomach all day seemed to be turned over in the potato. When I was done, I collapsed on the sleeper, tears dripping down the corners of my eyes.

Why should I suffer these sins? I think. I just want to live!

In the middle of the night, I began to have nightmares, and my eyes kept shaking what my parents would look like after they died. The faces of the strangers who had bullied me and my mother that night, the neighbors, the Bebel brothers, and many of the Assassins came to mind, and they rushed towards me, shouting "Is there anyone else in your house?" that night.

In my dreams, I screamed and screamed. In reality, I was woken up by a jolt and saw the boy sleeping across from me shaking my arm. His eyes were wide open, and he looked a little panicked.

"What are you doing?" I asked softly.

He shuddered, then pulled a loaf of bread from his bosom and stuffed it into my straw.

"Eat some ......," he said. With that, he tiptoed back to his berth.

I looked at him with some confusion and looked down again to sniff what he had left behind. The smell of food still makes me sick to my stomach, my hunger has gone, and my sleepiness is missing.

In front of me, the nightmare I had before flashed constantly, and I recalled a sentence that the shopkeeper once said, "They are forced to be miserable, and they would rather strangle their own blood than leave them to live in the world and suffer ......", in this case, why did my parents leave me to die, leaving me alone in the world to be scolded, beaten, and starved?

I thought about it until my eyes were blurred with tears that I was extradited to sleep. This time, I had a good dream, and I dreamed that I came home, curled up in the bed warmly, while my mother sat on the edge of the bed and put me to sleep, and I heard her sing:

Allow us to visit your kingdom by night, and send down angels to protect us until dawn.

[Today will finally leave us, but there is a dream to reveal the signs of the coming day]

[Distracting thoughts must be placed under the pillow, may his dreams come true one day......]

I heard that there is a library in the north of the city that looks like a monastery, and even people from big cities come to visit it. If my parents allow me, I'm going to go there and read all day.

I was dreaming in my dreams, and before I knew it was time to suffer again. I heard a commotion in the dormitory, and Helvent had come to sniff us little devils to go to the training ground again. He seemed to be coming straight to my sleeper, and I had just put on my shoes in a hurry when he was already in front of me. I was too weak to stand up in time, so he sniffed twice, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the house.

Soon I was carried like a chicken by Helvent to the training ground, who pushed me to the ladder leading to the high platform, and then yelled at me, "Go up and take down the apple from the other side!"

I turned to face him with some smugness, only to see that the other mole cubs were all standing around him with their necks hunched, and there was one other person in the training ground besides the demonic instructor and our group of imps who didn't know how to resist. The man, dressed in a robe covered with animal prints, stood against the door, touching his chin with one hand, as if he were watching a farce.

Suddenly, there was a whirring sound in my ears, and Helphant swung his punisher stick and pressed it down on my shoulder. I was beaten to a staggering position, barely holding on to the ladder, and he grabbed my ear and shouted, "Are you deaf with this knife, go up and bring me the apple from that end!"

It was only then that I realized what Helphant meant—the demon instructor wanted me to walk back and forth on the high platform and get an apple for him, and I had to dodge every trap hidden under the iron plate along the way, and I could hide so much?

Helvent raised his stick again, and I saw him look like he was about to kill, and hurried up the ladder, where the rope-only trail swayed with the ladder and stepped on it as if he were climbing on a cliff.

By the time I finally stepped onto the platform, a layer of cold sweat had broken out on my back, partly due to panic and partly due to my weakness. I gasped and looked down, and Helphant was waving my hand to move quickly, while the mole cubs looked even thinner, and they looked at me one by one, not with pity, but at me from above. After all, the "high platform" is too dangerous, and no one can guarantee whether it will suffer when it is their turn to "come to power", and as long as someone encounters an accident, Helvent will let others go that day. But am I damned? I swallowed and kicked my shoes off......

There was a sudden silence around me, as if everyone was holding their breath like me, and they were all leaning on the soles of their feet to discern the traps. I consoled myself with the old Helvent saying, "The knife ear is quite sensitive," and tried to move forward. At first, everything went well, but it was too much trouble to maintain balance and guard against traps on the swaying trail, and gradually I felt dizzy, and when I reached the middle of the "high platform", I felt a tightness in my chest and abdomen, and cold sweat broke out on my back again.

I finally couldn't help but pause, just to catch my breath and cool my hot head. But this act seemed to anger Helphant, and he scolded "rice bucket", and then took off the crossbow from the weapon rack and pointed at it.

With a whoosh, a crossbow bolt landed on the wall behind me. I was stunned, and my breathing and heartbeat seemed to pause. Helvent loaded the crossbow with another arrow, and he exclaimed, "What are you rubbing for? If someone points a bow at you, you will be a dead target for your opponent?"

After saying this, he turned his head and yelled at the mole cubs: "You little cubs have memorized it for me, and this is the situation you will encounter in the future!"

Another crossbow bolt flew at me, and I subconsciously turned my head, and the arrow almost grazed my ear and hit the wall. My heart was chilling for a moment, and I can imagine that if I had stood still just now, I would have been shot in the head with an arrow! In other words, Helfin was not scaring me, he was giving me an "extra lesson"! But why?

The situation did not allow me to pause and figure it out, and I did not even have the skills to make a careful eye for the trap, when Helphant was forced to leap forward with a crossbow arrow. Maybe God willing, I moved nearly 100 steps in a row and didn't touch the trap, and I almost reached the apple on the other side of the "high platform"!