"Ahh Louis screamed in pain, and then his mouth was firmly covered by one hand, and he instinctively kicked and punched to break free of the hand, but the other hand gripped him so tightly that he could not move, and after a while he sobered up a little and threw a grateful look at the two men. Neither of them spoke, but sat in silence in the darkness until the sky seemed to turn from dark to light blue in an instant.

Days had passed, and the events of that morning were still clearly imprinted in little Louis's mind, no, they were all in front of Louis's eyes all the time, his skin could still feel the scorching heat of the flames, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of choking smoke, and the big blond man, still carrying a bloody axe, was still smiling in front of him, and there were several hairs stuck to it—the owner of the hair was leading them to morning prayers one moment ago, and the next moment it was like a flour bag. Or the large puppet lying there, as if it had never been alive, never able to speak, never able to walk, blood gurgling out of his split skull, all the way to the feet of little Louis, and with his blood that had been splashed on little Louis before.

Louis gasped for breath, he couldn't think anymore, he thought that he would go crazy, this nightmare had tormented him for many days, that is, he had fallen into the hands of this group of northerners for so many days, he sometimes felt that it was better to die in their hands on that day, but he was not willing to die in this foreign land, he knew that in this world, there was still a place that this gang of robbers did not dare to go.

Not far away came the sound of rough singing, and the blonde barbarians seemed to pray to their gods. Or maybe it's celebrating another plundering victory, one way or the other. None of this was good news for Louie. He turned his head to look at his companions who had fallen with him, their faces all deeply marked by the suffering of these days. Their lifeless eyes do not look at the silver waning moon in the clear blue sky, nor at the glorious glow that has been praised by countless poets, and they only turn their eyes when people move before them.

"That generous king...... ...... with that beautiful girl" A man came to them singing, and Louis suddenly bit his lip, turned his head, bent down, and hid his head in his arms, but he could not hide the sourness. and tears that poured out of my eyes.

He had heard it before, and in his mother's court, Adair and his men played the instrument, and humbly presented it to his mother, the great and glorious Queen Neustria, when the envoys and merchants of all nations were gathered, and the treasures were gathered from all sides, and the halls were hung with peacock feathers and more precious silk curtains, and the incense burners were filled with cigarette smoke. Everyone raised their glasses full of gold and silver filled with wine to bless his mother and his future heir.

He still remembered turning his head impatiently, impatient to watch the vile and shameless people surrounding his mother's hypocritical flattery. But how could he have imagined how remarkable his mother would be to win the hypocritical flattery of these tigers and wolves when the city of Tourneste was baptized by the northerners!

In front of him, he slew the monk's great man with an axe. With broad shoulders and an oak-like figure, but he's pretty sure of it. If it was in Neustria, he knew no less than ten people who could easily kill him. There's no need for a villain like Adair yet—but, he's not in Neustria right now......

He sniffed, all the qiē in front of him blurred, he didn't want to cry, but he couldn't stop the tears, and he couldn't stop the whimpering that was getting louder and louder.

"Hey!" The singer had already come up to him, and he was obviously in a good mood, and he didn't immediately whip it over: "Boy! It's dawn! Get to work! ”

These robbers did not deliberately abuse the captives, but it was clear that the little prince of Neustria, who did not feel comfortable as a guest of honor in the monastery of Fembetau, would not be much happier in the hands of the robbers - Nyustria once made the Great Demon King Luo Yi feel like he had traveled to a cottage, and compared with these northerners, Neustria was still a civilized country--it can be seen how barbaric the northern robbers were, and Louis was not necessarily happy to be the king of such a group of savages, and he was even more distressed as a groom.

But there was no one here who listened to him like the one he once hated, and no one tolerated his rebellion like his mother, whom he once disdained, and he struggled to get up, and went on an empty stomach to fetch water and fetch fodder for the robbers' horses, for he knew what they were up to.

The monk just didn't immediately obey the other party's order, and his head was split open by the other party's axe.

Just an axe.

There was no longer life.

The body frozen in the night wind struggled to carry the bucket step by step towards the river, and the hunger burned the wall of his stomach, and last night he got only a gray and black lump on a wooden board that he didn't know what it was, and he must have said that he didn't eat this pig on weekdays, but he gobbled it up last night, and today he didn't want to have anything in his stomach if he didn't finish his work.

He walked on the muddy river beach with a bucket deep and a shallow foot, he had never done such rough work and suffered such hardships in his life, but at this moment, his sobs were not cared for.

"Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew," he stooped to sink the bucket into the river as he desperately restrained the sourness that permeated his nose and eyes and the cry in his throat.

When the bucket was full of water and heavy, he bent down to lift the barrel.

At this time, due to hunger, he was dizzy for a while, and fell into the river with a loss of strength.

Ah, there's no need to get up again, there's no need to force yourself to live in agony like this.

"That generous king...... ...... with that beautiful girl" The amber-eyed young man played the little lyre and sang in the splendid hall, and behind him, the blonde men and women beat and harmonized together, and the ceiling hung golden peacock feathers and white mist-like light veils, and the courtiers and foreign envoys dressed in splendid silks, furs, and wool applauded and cheered to the Queen Neustria and her heir on the throne, and from their point of view there were kind and friendly flattering faces everywhere.

"Farewell, my Neustria." Louis muttered as he recalled the scene of that day, that his ears were no longer the screams of that day's monastery, but the singing and cheering of the palace of Queen Neustria, and that he could now hum every beat of the day, repeating every cheer. (To be continued......)

PS: The second brush giant screen version of the Great Sage returns, and I saw a lot of small details, such as the cold air coming out of the cave, the dust in the ancient temple, and the makers are really attentive! Worth such a box office return! Highly recommended!