This is the lost memory of the Yellow King.

But Chen Jing had a hard time believing it......

The former Yellow King would be embarrassed to this point!

While entering the secret realm of memory, many fragmentary "information" appeared in Chen Jing's mind.

The place where he was located was a pasture for cattle and sheep, and this pasture was governed by a border town called Normanmoor, which was part of the Mandal Empire......

This country is rich in an ore called "Lingfei".

Therefore, the vast majority of civilians lived in the mining areas, and only some children who were not yet adults, or whose ancestors had contributed to the empire, were placed on the grasslands of the western region......

The Yellow King is one such example.

His ancestors had followed the "Mandal King" to fight on the battlefield, but after the establishment of the empire, he could not escape the fate of the rabbit and the dog, and the generations survived and returned to the starting point of the common people.

In the generation of the Yellow King, it was even worse.

Because of a new initiative implemented by the Empire, his parents and grandfather were sent to the mining area to work as coolies, and three years ago they died under the mine due to a landslide accident, and Huang Wang, as the only living member of the family, not only did not receive any appeasement compensation, but also had the Empire's social security officers send cattle and sheep to this grassland.

In this country, reaching the age of fourteen is adulthood.

Therefore, Huang Wang had to spend time here until he was 14 years old, and when he reached the age of 14, he had to follow in the footsteps of his parents, and was forcibly sent to the mining area as a coolie, and could not change to work elsewhere until he reached the age of 70......

This is the Mandal Empire.

A kingdom where all but the powerful are tools.

In the words of the Mandal King.

It is a grace to keep the people in the country fed and clothed, and it is also a grace to prevent the war from spreading to the interior, so it is ...... The people of the whole country owe great favor to the "Mandal King".

This favor has not been repaid for hundreds of years.

The king of the mandala did not allow anyone to pay it back.

So in folk parlance, it is...... The kindness of the king of the mandala is unfinished, and it will not be finished for generations.

The first day of working on this grassland begins.

Huang Wang thought that these grazed cattle and sheep were very strange, of course, this also had something to do with the fact that he had never eaten meat...... These cattle and sheep that can be found everywhere in the steppe are almost identical, like those degraded and atavistic humans with fluff, and the only place where they can be distinguished is in the horns.

The horns of the sheep are spiral-shaped.

The horns of the ox are just as normal.

They are silent when they are grazed, and they are eerily quiet when they are slaughtered, and they do not react except to shed a few pitiful tears, and they do not even resist or run away.

The Yellow King felt that they were very much like himself, and also like every commoner of the Mandal Empire.

"It's really pumping......"

After the intense pain, Chen Jing felt as if he had been stripped of something, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic...... When he woke up again, he only found himself suspended in air, and the Yellow King had become a three-dimensional figure.

Other words.

He found himself switching from the first perspective to the third perspective.

It was only then that he saw the full picture of the Yellow King.

Brunette, skinny.

He was wearing a tattered robe and a staff that drove cattle and sheep in his hand.

Maybe he was only ten years old.

The soft eyebrows and eyes make it hard to imagine that this will be the future Yellow King.

"The Faces of the Men of Asia ......"

Chen Jing looked at the boy who was squatting on the ground with his face covered, only to feel that his face was inexplicably familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly.

As soon as the picture turns, it is late at night.

Chen Jing also suddenly came to the tent where the little yellow king lived from the grassland.

"Thirteen, can you still see clearly in one eye?"

"Reluctantly."

"I'll go get you a clean robe, and I'll wash this blood-stained piece of yours!"

"I'll just go myself......"

In the tent, there was a girl squatting next to Xiao Huang Wang, who was also the face of the Asian realm, about the same age as him, and Huang Wang's wound was treated by her.

As for the "thirteen" she called in her mouth, this is the name of the Yellow King.

Maybe it's not a name.

Just a code name given by the Empire.

On the first day of work, the empire gave him this name.

Pastor XIII.

The thirteenth shepherd of the No. 7 work area of the western steppe.

As for the original name of the Yellow King, no one has ever called it here, and even he himself has almost forgotten it......

"Thirteen! To the left! Watch out for knocking on the door! ”

“…… Good. ”

"Thirteen, you can go slower! There are stones that press the tents...... Hurrah for danger! ”

"I'm not that stupid!"

In the bits and pieces of information in his mind, Chen Jing found many fragments of memories about the girl, who was also one of the child laborers who were deported to the grassland border to graze cattle and sheep, and the first friend Huang Wang met here.

Because of some contradictions and conflicts within the child laborers, Huang Wang helped her fight more than once, although each time she was beaten to death by pressing people on the ground, if the security guards hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid he would have been cold more than a dozen times......

"Thirteen! I'll go with you tomorrow! What should you do if you can't see the road clearly with one eye......"

"It's okay."

Huang Wang, who had changed his clothes, sat next to the bunk, looking at the little face in front of him by the dim lamplight, it was dirty as if he couldn't wash it all his life, and he didn't know if he was often bullied, and the smile on his face always had a hint of flattery and cowardice.

"I'll be able to recover soon......" Huang Wang muttered, covering the gauze stained with golden blood, "Maybe I can ...... tomorrow morning"

"Tomorrow...... It should take a week to stop hurting! The girl said timidly, "Why don't I blow it for you, it will be much better!" ”

"It's not a matter of whether it hurts or not, it's ...... Never mind. ”

Huang Wang shook his head, and suddenly turned his head to look at the girl.

"If I'm going to escape from this grassland, will you come with me?"

The girl didn't seem to have any idea, and she only nodded when she heard Huang Wang say this.

"Not afraid of death?" Huang Wang asked.

"I don't know......," the girl scratched her head, "but I know you won't hurt me......"

The Yellow King was silent, not knowing what to say.

"Those guards who blockaded the grassland are very powerful, they are all awakened gods...... Will we be caught if we escape? The girl asked curiously, not as if she was afraid, but seemed to have inexplicable confidence in Huang Wang.

"No, it won't."

Huang Wang raised his hand, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, his white and slender fingers looked extremely pink, not at all like a working person.

And I don't know if it's because of the light.

Or the girl was mistaken in a trance.

I saw a little golden light in his palm beating, like a spark that collapsed from a firewood.

"I seem to have woken up when I was sent back by them......"

"You're awake?!"

"Be quiet! Yes! Awakened! ”

Huang Wang hurriedly reached out and covered the girl's mouth, for fear that she would scream again, and when he spoke, he seemed to feel that his experience was unbelievable, and Huang Wang's slightly immature face was an incredible expression.

"When I was hurt, my consciousness became a little blurry, as if I felt something calling me, and I responded to its call......"

"Who's calling you?" The girl asked curiously.

Hearing this, King Huang shook his head and said that he didn't know, because he couldn't see the person who called him, only the other party's name.

"It's called deep space, it says."

(End of chapter)