At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark and dark with a cold wind outside the Quintus 3 mine in Nostramo, but it was not all dark, with soft light sources flickering around the mine.

Despite the early hours of the morning, the doors of the mine had been opened. There were many shadowy figures flickering in the light source, they were all workers of the Third Mine, and although they were walking in the cold wind at the moment, they did not feel cold.

They were all dressed in heavy cotton clothes and boots, and the mine was very thoughtful, not only distributing coats, but also earmuffs, so that no one would feel cold.

And those who are so thin that they feel cold even in cotton clothes will not pass the selection of miners at all, they will have other jobs.

There weren't many people talking in the crowd, most of them eating the first meal they had just received from the distribution window. The breakfast provided at the Third Mine was hearty, with four different flavors of nutritious porridge and a synthetic nutrition bar, as well as some fruit delivered from Makulag.

The workers cherished the food. At first, many people even chose not to eat themselves or only half of it when they were hungry, saving it and taking it home to their families. But they soon realized that there was no need to do such a thing.

The miners' families are also assigned jobs – Nostramo is now in ruins, and any job needs manpower, and any job is allocated three meals.

Among the people who ate, a boy was one of them. He was taller than most, but he didn't eat very quickly, and he could even be described as chewing slowly.

For each bite of porridge, he would chew more than a dozen mouthfuls before swallowing. It took him more than ten minutes to finish the bowl of 'Margotes' flavored nutritious porridge at the right temperature, and his face showed a sense of satisfaction.

Then, by the way, he took out the distribution of nutrition bars from his pocket, carefully peeled off its outer packaging, and ate it like a treasure.

Very good.

Yago Sevitaleone smiled with satisfaction - the bar was sweet today, he liked sweet things, he liked it after he tasted it and knew it was called 'sweet'.

In his opinion, this feeling is second only to the feeling he felt when he saw the gangs and aristocrats die in the streets. The latter, which he had only experienced once, while the former. If he's lucky, he'll be able to experience it almost every day.

There will always be a sweet bar in one of the three meals.

He ate the bar slowly, even slower than he had been eating the porridge – it took him several minutes to eat half of it, then he took it in his mouth, rubbed it with his teeth, careful not to let saliva touch its surface, and licked it with the tip of his tongue every now and then to feel the taste.

The mine was filled with the aroma of food, and Yago Sevitarión took a deep breath of air, feeling a sense of satisfaction once more.

This satisfaction lasted until he lowered his gaze to the ground.

At that moment, he stiffened without the slightest warning, the nutrition bar in his mouth was immediately bitten and shattered, his muscles immediately tensed, and a chill flowed up from the soles of his feet, tearing his body temperature protected by cotton clothes to shreds.

The bone-chilling cold struck the fifteen-year-old, causing him to fall to his knees with his legs weakened.

Before his eyes appeared a picture of a group of people unclothed in the cold wind, surrounded by dark green tents. They were frozen and stiff and dying. Everyone's eyes were hollow, and everyone's eyes were looking at him.

They open their mouths, which are pitch black and toothless inside, and their gums are a decaying gray. They shouted words in silence that Yago Sevitalyon couldn't read.

He almost froze to death.

He trembled, hoping that the illusion would soon leave. It wasn't the first time he had seen these dead people, and he knew exactly what to do with them - just wait, just wait.

They're dead, and they can't hurt me

Young Yago Sevitaleon whispered these words to himself, not daring to make any moves. As time passed, everything was as he had hoped, and it quickly returned to normal.

The illusion vanished, and the heat he had lost returned in the next instant. Yago Sevitaleon opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by some of the older workers, and a man reached out and pulled him up from the ground.

"Be careful." He whispered. "It's a miracle that you came in without being found out about your age, Sevita. If you have a few more attacks like this, we won't be able to help you. They're all good people, but they value the rules a lot, you know? ”

"Thank you, Joseph, I know." Sevita grinned, a pale grin.

Yes, I did see the hell. He thought. And I saw it more than once.

But it's not like I want to see them.

——

The work continued for some time.

Sevita doesn't hate work, in fact, he enjoys spending time with a group of older people who are older than him, swinging a pickaxe and hitting rocks - he is always very focused when he does it, and concentration makes him forget many things.

For example, the kind of weird talent he was born with, such as the fact that he is always taller than others, stronger than others, and faster than others. Forgetting is precious, and even if it's just for a while, it's forgetting.

However, the work time is always short-lived, which means that he will have to remember these things.

Five hours passed in a flash, and they got out of the mine at six in the morning and left the pit at eleven o'clock in the afternoon. After doing the three things written on the entry instructions, such as disinfecting, washing, and changing clothes, Sevita went to the food collection window again.

He saw that Glocks steak was served at noon today, and the joy of this event once again diluted the discomfort of the nightmare he had seen in the early hours of the morning.

Mine No. 3 had not even been open for a long time, so most of the miners usually ate in makeshift tents on their day of duty, with a few exceptions. For example, Sevita.

He prefers to find a secluded corner where he can finish his food quietly. He ate Glocks steak and drank a slightly sweet, very cool drink, and felt very happy

Then the chill returned, like a weird and mean joke, as if someone was deliberately torturing him and not making him feel better.

And this time, he didn't even look at the ground at all.

The dead made a comeback, and in the darkness, the corpses staggered to their feet, howling and outstretched out their hands to grab him. No matter how much he struggled, it didn't help, but they didn't hurt him, they just kept wailing and crying, and the sound sounded terrible.

Sevita forced herself to close her eyes and ignored them.

He began to pray, even plead—that the night was over, that I would wake up to see that the food on my plate had not been spilled, that I would not spill my drink, that I would be able to resume eating when I woke up.

I hope that—

He snapped his eyes open and sat up with a blank face.

Where am I?

"Yago Sevitalyon." A deep voice hissed from behind him. "Fifteen years old, Quintus, orphan interesting, did you choose your own name?"

Sevita quickly turned her head and saw a giant with a pale complexion, a handsome face, and dark eyes.

He was so tall that Sevita felt a certain fear almost instinctively – and although it was fleeting, young Yago Sevitaleon was well aware that his feelings were usually impossible to go wrong.

And this giant, his eyes are pitch black.

He is a native of Nostramo.

"Who are you?" Sevita jumped out of bed and asked warily. He was bare-handed, constantly retreating, and for a moment he forgot to observe where he was.

The giant, however, just stared at him calmly, watching him step back little by little, until he pressed his back against the corner of the room.

"That's the first question I asked." The giant said. "So you should answer me first, aren't you, Yago Sevitalyon?"

"I took my name myself." Sevita craned her neck and replied loudly.

"But it's none of your business! Listen, I'm a worker at Quintus No. 3, so whoever you really are, you'd better send me back. The guards will soon find out that I am gone, and then the Emperor's Eighth Legion will come looking for you! ”

The giant chuckled: "The Emperor's Eighth Legion, in this case, you should have read the pamphlet called "Common Sense", that is, you are literate. ”

"What does it have to do with you whether I am illiterate or not?!" Sevita said loudly - he didn't know where it was, but he wanted to get the attention of others as much as possible.

As long as even one of the guards noticed the unusual noise, he won.

He'd seen the guards shoot, and those guns were far more powerful than the gang's weapons. A single shot could easily pierce through metal, and this man was only very tall at best, and he couldn't resist the power of the gun.

"Oh, it doesn't really matter."

The giant said thoughtfully. "But your literacy will make me less troublesome. That's good, Yago Sevitaleon, at least it proves that you're a good learner. Well, it's my turn to answer your question. I am Karil Lohals, and I am an instructor of what you call the Emperor's Eighth Legion. ”

"What?"

"I'm an instructor in the Eighth Army."

The giant with an awkward name repeated calmly.

If you don't understand what this term means. You've been taught how to mine properly by a projection machine in the mine, right? That machine is your instructor, and I'm the instructor of the Eighth Legion. ”

Yago Sevitaleon looked at him in bewilderment, as if he didn't understand his authentic and even accented Quintus-flavored Nostramo language.

"Of course, I don't teach them how to mine." The giant chuckled. "We have another kind of duty. So, do you have more questions, Yago Sevitalyon? ”

"You, you—" the young boy said inarticulately. "—what evidence do you have?"

Carlil smiled, he turned around, pushed open a door, and beckoned to Yago Sevitalyon: "Come here, I'll show you the evidence." ”

With that, he walked out the door. Sevita stayed there for a few minutes before he regained his senses, and he tiptoed to the door and glanced cautiously outside—a sight that shocked him.

Outside, it wasn't a street or a building, as he thought, but a space so wide that he couldn't fully observe. Black, white and gray are the main colors here, and it's very empty, even a little too empty.

A thought that shouldn't have come to Sevita's mind - the cemetery.

Only a cemetery would be so empty, so quiet, so so. Gloomy.

"This is the Midnight Blade, or, as you call it, the future office of the Eighth Legion on Nostramo." The giant stood beside him and said. "Of course, as you can see, we haven't completely separated and decorated this place yet. Well, come with me, Yago Sevitalyon. ”

He turned away, as if not worried that Sevita would run away—the boy froze in place for a few seconds, and then involuntarily stepped along.

The giant, named Karil Lohals, didn't walk fast, and could even be said to have slowed down for him. Sevita walked behind him, following them as they walked down a long, dark corridor until they reached a large door.

It has an iron-gray exterior that looks dull and has a sharp insignia on it.

"Where are you taking me?" Sevita asked, still vigilant, but not as much as he had been.

He was a child who grew up in the slums, and he was born with the ability to read words and colors, and how to distinguish between different types of people. And he is smarter than most people, and he can see who has bad intentions and who is cruel and crazy.

He relied on this set of ways to distinguish people and successfully survived in the slums, and it can even be said that he did not live badly. Therefore, he trusted his judgment at the moment—he believed that the giant named Karil Lohals was, as he had said, an instructor of the 'Emperor's Eighth Legion.'

At least, so far believed.

Moreover, he seems to have no other better choice than to follow him.

The giant lowered his head and said softly, "Take you to a check-up, Yago Sevitaleon." ”

"Check?" Sevita frowned. "Don't tell me you have that hobby"

Carlil couldn't help but laugh - even a child, a Nostramo who had survived in the slums, and his mental maturity obviously could not be judged by his age alone.

"Of course I don't have that hobby, but you do need a check-up."

"Why?"

"Because of the ghosts." Carlil looked up and replied softly.

Sevita's pupils shrank.

"You've seen them, haven't you?" He lifted his hand easily and pressed it to a spot on the side of the door, and it slid away at once.

Behind the door was a deep darkness, which was slowly lighting up at the moment. Before Yago Savitarion could look inside, he straightened his arm upwards and gripped Carlil's sleeve.

"You," he tilted his head excitedly. "How do you know?"

"Oh, kid." Carlil lowered his head again and looked at him with a calm look in his eyes. "I know a lot."

He stepped into the darkness.

It's finally written.,This chapter is 4k.,I'll write it when I wake up.。

By the way, the coat of arms of the Midnight Blade has been designed, and I will put it in the book circle later. The vertical painting is almost completed, and there is still a nail state that will be completed around the 10th of next month.

(End of chapter)