Wright was ready to die. The veteran had told him that waiting for death calmly was extremely difficult even for a well-trained royal guard, and that the pressure on a person was rising every second during this period, and that there was no way back until he was tortured to death. Wright had heard of many heroes since he was a child and the indifferent and noble demeanor before being executed, but when he faced death himself, he suddenly found that he could not be indifferent at all, he was always excited, his hands suddenly began to tremble, and an impulse in his heart made him want to scream.

Wright didn't know that this was normal, and most of the heroes in those stories had poor performances before they died. However, after beautification, it shows the world a very calm aristocratic style, as if the aristocracy's boastful maxim: "I die and live noble." "The superstitious legend of the calm death is often a young man like Wright, who has become too precious for the old magnate to realize all their ambitions. Therefore, when the king pardoned a condemned prisoner at the last minute, he would often thoughtfully send a surgeon to cut off the prisoner's finger and bleed immediately after the herald announced the pardon, so as to prevent the prisoner from being overly agitated and causing an excessive load on the heart.

Wright was distraught and looked at the kid opposite with a wave of envy, even jealousy. For a while, Wright even began to wonder if the creed he adhered to was really what his ancestors described in the scriptures: "It can lead you to a rain of arrows, it can lead you through poisonous snakes." Wright's heart became more and more irritable, only thinking about how to live, he didn't want to die. Every time it got dark, he became more uneasy, and he remembered the robber's lewd smile: "You don't have to think about the ransom, you will be executed tonight." ”

In the evening, several robbers walked into the cave with obscene expressions. They compared how they had caught the two boys, and wondered loudly about the affair between Rhine and her master. Kazak had warned them to "not touch Rhine," and if it weren't for that, they would have been violent against him. There was a rumor among the robbers that Kazak was a Kujit, and that the Kugit would never execute a fellow Kugit for the benefit of the Swadians. Then they turned their gazes to Wright, and the men looked at each other, smiling incomprehensibly and whispering to each other, before erupting into a loud laugh.

"Boy, cold boy. Come with us."

Wright thought he was ready to die. But when the robbers really let him go, he actually found that he didn't have the courage to get out of the cave, and he didn't want to move. Wright asked in a trembling voice, "Isn't the execution going to be night?" ”

A robber's face was flushed, he was eating and laughing and talking, spitting all over the place, and his teeth were black and yellow: "Tsk, you innocent little girl." At night it was you who was going to be poked in the neck, now it's somewhere else that you are going to be poked. Come with us, rest assured, you will survive until night. ”

Wright was puzzled, but when he heard that this was not an execution, his courage regained a little, and he barely suppressed the panic that almost knocked him down. A robber came and grabbed him by the shoulder, lifted him up, and pushed him towards the hole. Wright's hands and feet were red and swollen, and he stumbled towards the hole, where he was held by a middle-aged robber who had been watching him from beginning to end. The robber had a strange face, his face was wet, his beard was shaved clean, and his demeanor was milder than that of the bandits who had scruffy beards just now. Wright had the man's hands light.

With the faint smiles of several robbers, Wright was taken away.

My father was upset all the time, he didn't know what the robbers meant by "make a hole somewhere else."

But Rhine knew. She had fetched water for the village chief, and that day she had walked into the village chief's yard in the dry sun of the prairie with a large bucket in her hands and poured it into a sink. She wanted to ask the village chief for a loaf of bread, which was the salary the village chief promised her. But the courtyard was empty, and the village chief, who was usually smiling, did not sit on the wooden bench against the wall and grunt and smoke a hookah as usual. Rhine was dying of hunger, and his arms were sore. She wanted to go in and find a loaf of bread herself, but she went to the kitchen of the village chief's house, and heard a voice inside, a man's soft cry for mercy and a short exclamation. She glanced inside through the crack in the door, and she saw the village chief and a handsome long-term worker newly hired by the village chief's family, and she saw a scene that she never wanted to see a second time in her life. She turned around and ran home.

Rhine had seen her father breed mares, and her father had told her that on the earth, life produced offspring through unions. But she didn't know that men were like that. She really couldn't figure it out, so she asked his father, who harshly rebuked her and told her not to talk nonsense. Rhine was frightened and cried, and she swore that she saw the village chief breeding his family's long-term workers, just as she saw her father breeding the mare. Rhine's father thought for a moment and told Rhine not to talk around. Rhine is very obedient, she doesn't talk nonsense. Once, however, when some of Rhine's father's friends came to visit him, Rhine's father, drunk, told him about it, and the visitors were very interested and invited Rhine to ask what was going on. Rhine looked timidly at her father, who acquiesced. So Rhine told her what she saw ...

A few days later, the village chief's house was in turmoil. The family of the village chief's wife beat the long-term worker severely, smashed all the furniture in the village chief's house, and took all the livestock away. The village chief is a kind man, but he is very responsible and not afraid of things, but this time, when people climbed the high courtyard wall to watch the excitement, they only saw the village chief silently enduring the scolding of his wife and family, squatting on the ground and smoking.

Rhine is terrified every time she remembers what the village chief has done, but she blames herself for the village chief's eventual suicide by hanging himself. She felt it was her fault. This fear and self-reproach led Rhine into a deep conflict after she had just understood what the robber meant, and she saw that my father was puzzled, but she did not know whether to tell him or not, so she blushed and said nothing.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark, and Wright returned. My father sat on the floor and stood up, trying to say hello to Wright, but he found that Wright didn't seem to see him, his eyes were empty, and his clothes were crumpled and dusty. At a glance, my father saw that Wright's right thigh was covered in blood, and the blood was slowly spreading???

Wright's silence saddened his father, who thought that Wright had been beaten again. Rhine knew this, but he couldn't say more, so he sat down next to his father and asked him if he wanted her to go to the chief and order something to eat. After a while, at the last light of the sun, a robber entered, holding a quill in his hand, a vial freshly filled with inferior ink, and a small bench. Among the people who took Wright just now was him, his expression looked **** and satisfied, and he looked at Wright playfully. Both my father and Rhine noticed that Wright was cowering and terrified when the bandit came in, much like the impression Wright had made on my father in the carriage.

My father sighed and began to write a letter. The father thought for a moment and wrote "Dear Uncle" at the beginning of the letter. When it comes to the ransom. The father suddenly sensed a duty to Wright, but he did not dare to help Wright rashly, he was afraid that Wright would feel insulted. So my father cautiously asked Wright, who had been keeping his head down: "Sir, I am willing to let my relatives give a little more money so that they can ransom us out." Forehead?? I mean, if your family's finances can't turn around for a while, I can help you with it first. You will return it to us in the future, of course, if you must refuse, abide by the ???? of the nobility"

At this time, my father saw Wright raise his head suddenly, and the light in those eyes was so eager that his father felt uncomfortable. It wasn't until much later, when my father pulled a fox out of the trap with his own hands, that he saw the light in Wright's eyes again: it was an extreme desire for life.

The father was flustered, and Wright actually cried, and the tears in his eyes kept flowing: "Sir! If you can! Please do it''' Sir, kind sir, please pay the ransom for me???, I will pay you back?''

After a while, Kazak saw his man who had brought pen and paper to my father running over.

Half an hour later, the robbers were gathered, and they listened in amazement as one of their accomplices next to Kazak told an incredible story. "The big fat sheep who was kidnapped is actually willing to pay another money to ransom a person who has nothing to do with him."

The robbers agreed by consensus that no noble act should be prevented from anyone, even if the person himself was a captive.