Chapter 9: The Heart Knot

In the open passage, Musian and Ivan, who was following him, moved much slower than before.

"Old Mucien, how can there be children in the cave nest?" Suddenly Ivan asked Musien, just now because of Xiao Xia Lei's performance was very eye-catching, he forgot that there are only second-class criminals and third-class slaves living in the cave nest, so it is naturally impossible for such a young child to be exiled to the underground world to become a second-class criminal.

Since Xiao Xia Lei is not a second-class criminal, then the third-class slave is not even more impossible, as we all know, in the slave market, the most valuable is the strong young man, the strong body of the young man is definitely the best human resources, and it is also the favorite type of slave owners.

The next slave is a woman who can give birth, a human machine that can produce more slaves, and if the posture is better, it can also be trained into a sex slave exclusive to the nobility, and more gold coins can be auctioned.

The third-class slave is the old man, although the old man's physique is far inferior to the young and middle-aged, and the twilight of age also makes them lose the ability to give birth to the next generation, but the old man has a treasure given by time. Experience, rich and colorful life experience, mistakes and failures, let them live better than anyone else, whether it is a farm or a business competition, I believe that there is an old-timer in the guidance, it will definitely be much easier.

And in the slave market, the last class are children, who do not understand the rules and cruelty of society, and have the idiot character of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and they are the most uncontrollable. The young body can't do much work, let alone any fertility and rich life experience, and their only value may be to become a dead soldier or a killer who has been forcibly brainwashed, but that costs money and a lot of manpower and materials, and the thing that slave owners don't hate is that someone takes money from them, even if it's only a gold coin.

Moreover, if the dungeon wants slaves, it is most likely that it is a young man who can mine, or a beautiful female slave or something, and the possibility of auctioning child slaves is almost zero, because Ivan himself really can't think of any reason for the dungeon side to auction child slaves.

"You may think that the third-class slave I am talking about should be auctioned from the slave market in the surface world in the dungeon, but in fact it is not, the third-class slave in the dungeon is nothing else, it is the child born to us second-class criminals, Xia Lei's parents are second-class criminals, so Xia Lei is a third-class slave, and not only him, there are many children in the cave nest who are third-class slaves. Mu Cien's eyes floated, and all kinds of different emotions were mixed together in his deep eyes, no one knew what Mu Cien was thinking at this time, and there was a trace of complexity in his light tone that no one would ignore.

"Are you saying that all the third-class slaves in the cave are actually the children of second-class criminals born to each other?" Ivan stared at Musien, he didn't know why, but he couldn't feel a trace of sadness in his heart when he heard such a sad thing.

"Yes, that's right, the third-class slave is the descendant of the second-class criminals, no one thought that the dungeon would have such cruel rules, the third-class slave has no rights in the dungeon, not only does he not have the opportunity to be promoted to a second-class criminal or a first-class citizen in his life, but his descendants will always be third-class slaves, and there is no chance of turning over. Mucien's whole face could almost be described as crying, and no one could look at the desperation in his words.

"Who is to blame for it, but who is to blame?" Ivan's expression was cold, and for the first time in his conversation with Musien, his tone was mocking.

"What did you say?" Perhaps too shocked, Mucien's gaze at Ivan was full of sluggishness, and even his voice was instantly too loud, and it broke directly.

"If you know that in the rules of the dungeon, if you combine with someone else and give birth to a child, you will become a third-class slave, and you will be treated so cruelly, then why give birth, is the ridiculous thrusting movement between men and women really so important? Ivan sneered.

"This, no, this is not ......" After listening to Ivan's words, I don't know what came to mind, Mucien's face turned pale, and he wanted to say something more, but he couldn't say it at all.

"I can't explain it, right, so what's wrong with me saying that I deserve it?" Looking at Mucien, who was speechless, Ivan had an unknown joy in his heart for no reason, and the devil in his heart who had been suppressed since he was a child seemed to break through the layers of chains that Ivan had set up to lock it for so many years.

"Look, that's it, there is no good guy or bad guy in this world, everyone is selfish, but the bad guy puts his selfishness on the bright side, so that everyone can see it clearly, while the good guy hides his selfishness deep in his heart, with a high-sounding face on the surface, dressed in the fur of morality, but behind his back he does the most vicious and dirty things in the world, but he is not conscious, shamelessly thinks that it is all forced by others, and he is just helpless. Deep down, a voice full of malice echoed in Ivan's heart.

"Is that really the case? I don't know, you're not lying to me, are you?" thought to Ivan, confused.

"Why should I lie to you, you are me, I am you, I lie to you is not you to lie to me, I don't have any reason to lie to you at all. Have you forgotten that your biological parents, who have never met before, are them, for their own happiness and so-called love, but accidentally gave birth to you, but cruelly abandoned you, making you an orphan, and all your suffering comes from them.

There is also the old woman named Edora, whose mouth is full of light and virtue, and who has a kind face, who has been living in loneliness and despair, and who has carefully taught and pampered you, so that you have the concept of relatives and home. But you just stole a bag of dispensable medicinal herbs from others in order to treat her who was seriously ill in bed, and she abandoned you without asking anything.

How can you forget, how can you forget the pain of being picked up from the abyss of despair to heaven, and then brutally re-entering the abyss?" The voice like a devil in the depths of his heart, full of anger, seemed to vent the painful scar that Ivan had never dared to recall. (To be continued.) )