Kingdom of Sanania.

In the streets of the center of the city, a scruffy adult man with only one foot walked backwards through the crowd with a cane, and in his other hand he held a bottle with little wine left, taking a sip every few steps.

From time to time, his spiritless eyes would stay on the women passing by, and these people who passed by him pulled their clothes a little tighter, for fear that their clothes would get on this person's body, but their clothes themselves were not clean.

"Barron, go faster. Damn, there's no alcohol again. ”

The child who was urged by the man with the broken leg was his son, who had just turned eleven today, and he didn't know why his father, who usually didn't let himself go out, took him to the street today, and after being urged by his father, Barron trotted a few steps and grabbed the corner of his father's clothes with his little hand stained with all kinds of stains.

There were many people on the street, and it was very lively, and the people standing on both sides of the street loudly boasted about how good their goods were, and there were also people who bought goods with a gold coin or two, but the goods in their mouths were men who were squatted in a row by the wall in shackles, and women who were stripped naked and tried to show themselves as much as possible. They were slaves, with no dignity or status, and they longed to be bought by some master, because if they were not bought, they could starve to death at any moment.

The streets are dirty, there are all kinds of bad smells, on this street, excrement is everywhere, rats are the most common creatures on this street, and even in the dark alleys, you can see just dead slaves.

Some richly dressed people stood in front of the stalls and selected their slaves, these people were in stark contrast to everything around them, and their clothes were fabrics that these people could not imagine, clean and gorgeous, and some of them wore perfume.

This kingdom of Sanania is more of a castle than a country. These richly dressed nobles were the ones who lived in the inner ring of the castle, and the streets of the inner ring were clean and tidy, because the excrement and garbage of the inner ring would be thrown into the outer ring, and the dead slaves would also be thrown directly into the outer ring.

But everyone here is not surprised, the people who live in the outer circle can only make money to survive through small business and slave trading, in their eyes, these nobles are the target of their robbery or theft, but none of them are on it, after all, these nobles always come to the outer circle with guards, and they don't want to be the first to be killed.

Barron followed closely behind his father, and he stepped barefoot through a puddle of stinky water, this scene did not ripple in Barron's heart, in his cognition, the world, as it should be.

Syllable!

The man threw the empty bottle on the ground, he stopped, glanced back at his son, who was tugging at the corner of his clothes, then took Barron's hand and walked into a dimly lit room in the alley.

Barron couldn't read his father's eyes, because his face was often drunk, and his eyes were always foggy, he only knew that his father, who had not held his hand for a long time, actually took the initiative to hold his hand today.

In this room, only one of the candlesticks was lit on the wall opposite the door, and the other walls were covered with shackles. There was only one man in the room, and he put his feet on the table, and he dozed off on the chair that was about to fall apart.

Barron's father led Barron to the man, and without saying a word, he woke the man up with his cane.

"Damn, who, yo! Rare guest, Bud, why are you here? ”

The man in the room called Barron's father, and some people in this country would know Bard, because Bard was once a sword fighter in the Diesett Gladiatorial Arena, but since he lost a leg in the Gladiatorial Arena, the whole person, and even the whole family, have become a mess.

Bard didn't speak, but raised Barron's hand.

After the man glanced at it, he immediately understood what Bard meant, and immediately got out of his chair and walked over to Barron to look at him.

Bard was a little impatient to wait, and directly stuffed Barron's hand into the man's hand, Barron didn't know what his father and the man in front of him wanted to do, and instinctively resisted backwards, but he didn't expect to get Bard in exchange for a slap every day.

The crisp slap was particularly loud in this dimly lit room, Barron didn't cry, he had long been used to his father beating him inexplicably, and after calming down, Barron took the initiative to put his hand on the hand of the strange man.

The man skillfully pulled Barron's limbs and began to look at them, and after touching every part of Barron's body, he nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the limbs are intact, and he is a sound child." ”

"Hmm."

Bud answered, and then spread his palm in front of the man, the man licked his lips, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then took out a gold coin from his body and put it in Bud's hand.

"One?"

"One for boys, two for girls, I've always had this price here, you know."

Bud put away the gold coin, swayed and turned away, and when Bard pushed the door open, Barron could still hear his father's words.

"Damn, if only it were a girl, forget it, one gold coin can be exchanged for a few bottles of good wine."

At this time, Barron realized that he had been sold by his father as a commodity, and the way his father left was like selling an inconspicuous thing. Barron watched his father leave numbly, and he didn't understand why the once happy family had become what it is today.

When Bard was a famous sword fighter in the Colosseum, the family lived in the inner circle of the country, and he used his vast combat experience to kill people in the arena and earn countless gold coins. The encounter with Barron's mother also began here, although Barron's mother was a prostitute-girl, but she and Bard were also like-minded, after falling in love, Barron's mother also washed her hands of gold, married her husband and children at home, and the happiest time of the day was when Bard returned from the gladiatorial arena.

At that time, Bard was still a good man in the eyes of everyone, and every day he would go home with fresh fruits and meat slaughtered that day, and he would also touch the heads of the mother and son very dotingly, and in the evening on the streets of the inner circle of the castle, he could always see this harmonious family of three.

But after Bud lost a foot, everything changed, the family lost its financial resources, Bud became an alcoholic, and Bud, whose temperament changed drastically, would make fun of the mother and son after getting drunk, and finally one day, Barron's mother could no longer stand being beaten by Bud every day, and left the house with some money while Bud was drunk.

After Barron's mother left, Bard was silent for a long time, but this did not cheer him up, and from that day on, Bard became involved in gambling again, and in just a few days, the family's savings and house were destroyed, and the nobles drove the once well-known sword fighter out of the castle, and Barron and his father became lowly commoners in the mouths of these nobles.

Barron thought that as long as he got through the hard times now, as long as he waited for his father to cheer up, everything would be fine, and then his mother would come back, and everything would be the same as before. But today, he finally bought his son, like a commodity, and did not even look back once after going out.

Barron's young eyes showed the hatred that most people in this country shared, beating his mother away, and he himself was beaten by his father every day, and in the end he sold himself for a little money for wine.

He didn't catch up, he didn't cry, he just stood there quietly, waiting for his fate that he didn't know after that.

In this country, in order to survive, there are not a few people who sell their children in exchange for food, but only for wine money, and this is the first time the man has seen him, he squeezed a false smile at Barron, and then walked to the back of the chair and opened the tattered wooden door that did not need to be locked at all.

"Let's go, there are a lot of people inside, you won't be alone."

Barron still stood there, as if he could not understand the man, and the man tilted his head, went up and took Barron's hand, and walked into the room where there was no light at all, where only a little light could be seen by the torch in the man's hand.

The walls were covered with years of dirt, the damp mold smelled pungent, and in the firelight, Barron saw the other children in the room.

About two dozen children about the size of Barron crouched in the depths of the room, they did not dare to make a sound under the gaze of the man, and all the children buried their heads so low that they did not dare to look directly at the man.

The ground was littered with all sorts of things, rotting food, human excrement, and some iron tools that looked to have long since rusted.

Suddenly, Barron saw something familiar to him in the corner, Barron broke free from the man's grasp, and he rushed over to pick it up.

This is a sword, a rusty iron sword, and it was this thing that his father once used to gain fame in the gladiatorial arena, and it was also this thing that ended all good things. Barron had seen his father fiddling with a sword at home, so it was familiar to him.

In the eyes of men, the first-hand slave who has just arrived will occasionally be a little ignorant, so at this time, he needs to personally teach him a lesson and let him learn how to be a slave.

The man took off the leather whip from his waist and walked slowly towards Barron, and the other children trembled with fright when they saw the man's hand, and made way for the man.

Only Barron, standing up with an iron sword, stared directly at the man, there was no fear in his eyes, but to be precise, no emotion.

"Trash, it seems that you don't know you're a slave yet."

The man grabbed Barron's collar, and the whip in his hand was already halfway over, but he didn't expect that Barron's desire to survive made him instinctively swing the iron sword in his hand.