"Don't you see that this kid has a pair of knife ears? he's not a stray hair, how could he be my son?" replied the shopkeeper. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A few people snorted in unison, and they all looked at me again.

"Where did you get the elf cub? It's the first time I've seen you. ”

The guy tugging at my collar pulled my ears instead. I was pulled to tiptoe by him, and the others laughed.

"Don't spoil this kid. The shopkeeper coughed twice, and he scolded the guy who was making fun of me, "This elven cub is the new blood that Pedor brought to the guild. ”

The guy who was amusing me a moment ago suddenly let go of his hands. I covered his sore ears and looked at him and his companions. The eagerness on the faces of these people disappeared inexplicably, and there was only a look of disgust in their eyes.

I saw someone spitting on the side of his nose, and I couldn't help but lean backwards towards the shopkeeper, and before I could find a support, the woman who had been joking with Helvent reached out and caught me.

"Kid, you're running in the wrong direction! ”

As she spoke, she shoved me towards Helphant......

From this day on, I became an Assassin apprentice, or rather a son of Helphant. In addition to me, he has more than a dozen children in his hands, all of whom are six-year-olds and fourteen-year-olds.

Helphant forbade us to use our real names, and the children who were kept in the training area and had not seen the sun for years were called mole cubs, and I was called Knife Ear. To thrash us, this man devised a variety of training programs, ranging from familiarity with weapons to endurance and skill. Even more terrifying is a thing called the "high platform", which is a trail that is erected in the training area, no more than a foot wide and several meters above the ground. Helvent is full of iron plates, and you have to touch to guess which one has a trap underneath, and if you make a mistake, the arrow hole in the wall will kill you.

I remember that when I was first pulled to the training area, a girl was planted from the "high platform". Her back was pierced by a long steel nail with a ruler, and blood was pouring out of her mouth and nose. Helvent called for someone, and the girl was taken away in a sack and disappeared.

For several nights on end, my mind flashed images of her falling. But the panic only haunted me for a week, and then the hunger and cold diluted the forced men—Helvent didn't have enough of the necessities, saying that the Assassins were thin and small enough to work, and that they shouldn't have an extra piece of fat on them.

In this way, in less than ten days, my confusion about the death of my parents, and my struggle to resist the loss of my freedom were buried by the lowest needs. When I'm awake, I'm thinking about how to get full, and before I go to bed, I'm worried about how to be warmer—the damn hunger and cold always wake me up!

Another night, I was driven out of my sleep by the cold. As I curled up and tried to rub the soles of my feet with my hands, something unusual came over me.

I shook off the straw slightly, and saw the boy sleeping across from me tiptoeing back to the sleeper, holding on to a bulging piece of his shirt that looked like a loaf of bread! I saw that the things he was carrying were getting smaller and smaller, and I only felt colder and hungrier.

I barely slept that night. When the fatigue hit and the whole person became groggy, Helvent's sand throat exploded in the dormitory. He carried a stick full of wooden thorns and grabbed people from the sleeper, and gave it to whoever moved slower, and the whole dormitory suddenly mourned.

I jumped out of the berth before Helphor could get to me, but when I got my shoes on and ready to stand with the other well-dressed mole cubs, Helphant stopped in front of me. He looked at me with his stick for a long time, and before I could swallow my saliva, he took me by the arm and turned around.

"How many times have I said it? The Quenching Demon Dagger is not a fucking orphanage, not a place to raise rice buckets! I just want to eat, I only know how to sleep, you little cubs can live when you get there?"

He grabbed the stick and pumped it at me, and I couldn't help but cry, and the other mole cubs were all cowing their necks, and they couldn't breathe. Eventually, he threw me to the ground, said "go to the training ground" and strode out of the dormitory. I wept at the wound on my arm, unable to figure out where I had provoked him.

Speaking of which, Helvent likes to make a big fuss on weekdays, and beats people at every turn. So this time it's all my bad luck and I happened to bump into his hands?

And when I swallowed my tears and followed the other apprentices to the training ground, I realized that getting up and being beaten was just the beginning - the devilish instructor deliberately did not give me food, and left me alone to clean the field after the training. He deliberately kicked over the bucket and put the fault on my head, and I was splashed with dirty water by him and returned to my dorm soaking wet.

It was a cold night, and the wounds on my body were also aching. In a daze, I dreamed that my mother baked a cake. Ignoring the etiquette, I scooped up a piece and shoved it into my mouth, only to choke on my chest, and my throat was uncomfortably dry no matter how much water I drank. Suddenly, I was awakened from my dream by the sound of a soo, and I saw that the boy who was sleeping opposite me had come back with something in his hand, and he was lying on his side as he had done yesterday, stealing food, but this time I did not feel hungry, but my chest was cold and stuffy, and my throat was so thirsty that it was about to smoke.

When I woke up the next day, I grabbed the kettle and drank it. It wasn't until half a pot of cold water went down to my stomach and my throat was still itchy that I realized that I was hot. This frightened me at once, and one of the sick apprentices in the guild was sacked for stealing raw food and vomiting all over the ground. If I had known I was sick, would Helphant do the same to me?

Thinking of this, I brought the kettle to my mouth again. When Helvent came to the dormitory to pick up someone, I happened to pour the whole pot of cold water. He glanced at me and turned to the other late apprentices.

He didn't send me any food for this day's meal, so I resigned myself to no further doubts, and finally had a safe day. But after a full day of training, I became more and more frail and tired. The body is like a disobedient vehicle, with sore limbs and a swollen head hanging from it. I shuffled towards the dormitory, and before I knew it, I was falling behind the other mole cubs, and suddenly someone grabbed me by the arm.

"Long time no see, little yellow finch, Helvent scumbag has been messing with you lately, isn't it? ”

I followed the sound behind me and saw Petor smiling at me, his eyes burning and looking ill-intentioned.

"Are you sick?" he said suddenly, putting his hand against my forehead, and the slightly cool palm made me shudder

"Get out of here!" I pushed him away, and hurried towards the dormitory, jumping into the sleeper like a mouse, and covering myself with straw.

If Pador could have seen that I was sick, would the others have known and just kept silent?

"I'll be fine, just hurry up and get some more sleep, and I'll be fine. I closed my eyes in silence.