There is no light in life, and for Lu'er, there is only this tired day and an even more tired next day.

She is an orphan, or more than ninety percent of the children of the Long-Hand clan, who don't know who their parents are.

Perhaps, they used to love themselves very much, perhaps, they used to smile very warmly

“313！ Why don't you hurry up, you don't want to live! ”

And the angry rebuke of her companion brought back her reason.

She nodded numbly and gratefully, catching up on her speed of cleaning the bookshelves.

This is the city library of Guicheng, one of the frontline colonies of the Lava Clan, and a gathering place for the gray dwarves.

And since they are the lords of the colonies, they naturally do not work, and they have a large number of slaves who bear all the work.

The slave of the Longhand Clan, the private wealth of the library owner, is the identity of Lu'er and her friend.

On her forehead, there was also a disgraceful volcanic brand, which she had been branded directly when she was captured, and in return, perhaps only a lack of a leather whip or a bottle of water.

She was not a warrior, because right in front of her, a sister committed suicide by hitting the wall on the spot in order to reject this humiliating mark.

And she, and her compatriots who are now surviving as slaves, are not warriors. A true warrior may have been killed in the resistance of the captive.

"Hurry up, 313, or we'll have nothing to eat again. Maybe it could be worse. ”

Looking at No. 317 with an uneasy expression, Lull knew what he didn't dare to continue to say.

I heard that the "old man" went out hunting another batch, and then, a new batch of slaves arrived.

And the slave is a heavy physical work, without food and medical care, and often suffers from corporal punishment and mental pressure, even if it is not a violent death, with the increase of service life, often its physical strength and endurance are not as good as the new ones.

Slaves who are not good at working are to be replaced regularly.

Reason? Need a reason? Find the slowest one and throw it away.

Luer, or No. 313, is already very powerful, as a woman, she has survived No. 314 and No. 315, and is already a senior in her kind.

But it also means that her service life may be approaching, and her spirit has become more and more difficult to concentrate, and her physical strength is getting worse and worse.

"I can't die."

Not wanting to die, perhaps not wanting to die meaninglessly, is her obsession, and even she doesn't know what the meaning of this unbearable "life" is.

Her daily work is to clean the bookshelves and return the returned books to the shelves, as well as clean the corridors, furnishings, transportation facilities, etc.

She loves the job, not only because it's relatively easy and safe compared to other heavy jobs, but more importantly.

"When will the next story be, today?" No. 313 lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"It should be, Number 177 said he had read two more new stories, which were interesting, and maybe useful."

No. 177, the "Prince Highness" of the library, in fact, it is very likely that he is really a former noble bloodline, otherwise it is difficult to explain that as a long-handed clan, he can not only read and write the written language of the lava clan, but even the long-hand clan itself has lost poetry and history!

Most of the slaves who work in the library are fans of Brother 177, at least for Luer, the "story meeting" with the librarian is the happiest time of the week.

The heroes in those stories, how strong and wise, those fairy tale-like props (airplanes, space boats) although they all know that they are lies, how can the Longhand Clan have a better means of transportation than the Lord of the Lava Clan, but.

Today he will talk about the ancient country, last time I heard him talk about the sage system, and everyone has the right to learn words, which is really interesting."

Looking at the short aristocratic lord who walked over, No. 313 Luer whispered.

She loves the stories and the carefree life in them, but she actually prefers number 177. I like his self-confidence, and I like him to say to everyone, our long-hand clan is not actually called the long-hand clan, but the "Shenmue clan", we are no worse than any intelligent race, we should have our own life and development.

At least when No. 177 was telling the story, his self-confidence and self-esteem from the bottom of his heart made No. 313 feel that there was still a possibility for his race.

"Great Mother of the World, if you are really as in the story, please bless Brother 177 to live to the future in good health, and bless him to really lead us to escape to the ideal country of hope, even if we all die, as long as he is alive, we still have hope."

Yes, on the run, the slaves of the library have a plan.

Then there was a recent war in the city, and there were good opportunities for many vacancies in the city, and at a scheduled meeting, some people would sacrifice to lure away the remaining guards, giving others a chance to escape.

It is clear that this is the plan of Number 177, and only he can convince the others to follow him into this crazy and stupid plan.

And every time the people above "turn a blind eye" to the "slave story meeting", it is actually an exchange of progress in the preparation of each family

"The brother on the dock agreed, and the wooden boat was ready, and it was placed under the dock as a broken ship."

"We'll be able to handle the engine, we've already eaten the materials that my brother gave, and if the fuel is deducted from the lighting, it should be too late."

"Clothes, cold, and food, we have prepared about the same."

One by one, the good news came as 177, who was standing on the upper edge, nodded, and was about to say something.

"Boom!"

The door to the basement of the library suddenly opened, and a large number of "masters" suddenly poured into the utility room that no one cared about in the past.

"Sir, we. We are preparing for the cleaning of the Volcano Festival and are setting up the venue"

Surprised that there was no news from the sentry outside, No. 177 took the plunge and greeted him.

But the next moment, he stopped, and his eyes were full of despair.

Ada, the compatriot No. 266, who was supposed to stay outside as a guard, followed behind the old man at this time, with a flattering smile on his face.

At that moment, just at a glance, 177, who understood people's hearts, knew everything.

He, the great "savior", suffered a shameful betrayal.

"I, I'm still useful, I'm the son of the head of the Grey Rider Tribe, I can take you"

No. 177 is really a prince, and he has been good at learning and understanding people's hearts since he was a child, and he thinks that he was born with the destiny of saving the race, how could he fall here.

Even if you sell everyone, as long as you are alive, there is still hope!

He gritted his teeth and glanced back, but he got an encouraging look, they also knew their worth, and hoped that they could live and practice their ideal country of their own race.

And when he thinks so, says so, and is ready to prove his worth.

"Collapse!"

Brains and blood splattered all over the ground, and the headless body of No. 177 lay on the ground.

Everyone was stunned, and the next moment, the screams of the slaves were all over the room, and their light died, dead in front of themselves

"Bang! Bang! ”

But then, the cracking of the two heads, and the fallen corpses, calmed everyone down.

"From this day forward, he is your head. Whichever one you want, pick it yourself. ”

And the "master" just pouted in disgust.

What about the racial abilities and supernatural abilities of the Long-Handed? Rebel? Hehe, being a slave is not qualified, and being a good cleaner is already a good treatment.

And at this moment, the "betrayer" No. 266 Ida walked over with a happy face, looked around, and naturally found the most beautiful .313!

"313 No, Lu'er, from today onwards, you are my female"

At this time, Luer did not react.

She just lowered her head and looked at the debris in the ground, tears dripping continuously.

She lowered her body and kept scratching, trying to put the broken "Prince" together, but what was the point except to dye her hands red.

herself, and the hope of her race, is gone, and she can't cry when it's gone, because the tears have long since dried up.

She had a fire in her heart, but she didn't know how to vent it, because she was just a fragile slave and didn't know how to vent her anger

"Smack!"

And the new "leader" used the whip that had just arrived to awaken her senses.

"Smack!" Another whip, this time, a finger-wide streak of blood.

The pain didn't make her succumb, she raised her head and glared at the traitor, but inexplicably found that there was an extra "person" in the room.

It was a "human", and in his outstretched palm, there was a water ball constantly flickering, and the arrow on it happened to point to the ground minced meat!

"You, you"

The new leader, No. 266, first felt that his authority was threatened, then immediately sensed that something was wrong, and was about to roar out in a warning.

"Bang!"

His head, however, flew up and shattered into pieces.

Fragments of his brain were scattered all over the ground, mixed with his most jealous 177.

No. 313 Luer noticed that there was also a piece lying in the doorway. The headless corpse of the old man! The man infiltrated at some point and killed everyone in his way.

And at this moment, the man seemed to be a little distressed, and he muttered to himself in "human language".

"It's all to blame for blocking the boat. The savior is dead, what are we going to do next?! ”

(End of chapter)