Riding a horse he bought from the black market, Ian took Cali to a cave in the suburbs.

Cali's cough became worse and worse, especially on the horse, and the bump made him cough so badly that he was seen spitting out a mouthful of blood as soon as he got off the horse.

When I met Cali last year, he wasn't that sick, but now he looked like he was going to die.

Ian looked at his haggard appearance and remembered his past, which should be said to be the days when he was lying in a hospital bed in his previous life.

He had experienced the pain of illness firsthand, and sometimes thought that maybe it would be easier to die.

What would Cali be thinking at this time? He was about to die as his stand-in.

Ian couldn't know what was going on in Cali's mind, he couldn't save the child, he couldn't even know his fate, he didn't have the ability to save the poor boy, he just struggled to live in this world like this boy.

But... At this moment, a small seed was planted in his heart.

He wanted to change the world.

He had such an opportunity, such an ability, and he had a sense of mission that only he could do, and that one day the poor children of the land would have something to eat, they would receive the most basic medical care, and they would be able to attend school instead of working in farmhouses and fields at the age of seven or eight.

"Rest well, Kali, there's food and water there, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Cali was speechless, he just lay on the hay, staring at Ian's face with a calm look in his eyes, smiling slightly, so calm.

Ian hugged Cali, fed him some water, and returned to the farm in the dark.

The next morning, he went to the kitchen to fetch his breakfast.

Uncle Mitte greeted him, smiled and stuffed him with a roasted lamb rib.

Uncle Mitte is the best guy to Ian on the entire farm, he is the farm's cook, bearded, chubby-looking, loves to eat and cook the most, and has a simple mind.

Ian remembered the silver coin that Uncle Mitte had stuffed into him at the bazaar eight months earlier, and that was a turning point in Ian's fate, and he used it to buy a small piece of sulfur and make gunpowder, verifying what he had learned in his dream.

Maybe after tonight, he won't see Uncle Mitt again.

Uncle Mitte is a good man, he is just a simple cook, and Ian doesn't want him to be killed by the gendarmerie.

After hesitating for a moment, he hugged his uncle.

"What's wrong? Ian, were you dumped by a little girl? Uncle laughed.

"Uncle, if you believe me, leave the farm before tonight and never come back."

Ian whispered in his uncle's ear, and then took his breakfast and left as if no one was around.

The uncle stood there with a confused expression, scratching his head.

That's all Ian can do, he's a reminder to risk being discovered.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this was just a little comfort for himself, and Mitte was not as well prepared as he was, so he ran away like this, and he was likely to be caught up, and the end was still dead.

But it always left him with a little hope of life, didn't it?

Ian remembers his first day on the farm, when Mitt quietly hid half a sausage for him and dangled it in front of his eyes.

Maybe one day, they will meet again elsewhere, and at that time, Ian will taste the grilled lamb chops made by Mitt again, and they will still miss their days on the farm as much as they did in the past.

In fact, the most correct thing to do is to leave nothing alone and just watch the people on the farm die.

Ian complied with this well, but on the last day, he couldn't bear to think that everyone he knew would die.

But this road is so cruel that he doesn't dare to take a bigger risk to remind anyone.

By the afternoon, he had everything ready.

He took Cali to his room, keeping an eye on the roadside and waiting for the gendarmerie to arrive.

He went to see Heatria, didn't say anything, just played with her for a while.

Accompany Heather to fly a kite and teach her to smoke a spinning top, Heatheria happily clapped her hands and said that we can still play together tomorrow?

Ian touched her head and said of course you can, if you want to in the future, you can come and play with me.

On this last day, he no longer hid his heart.

Heatheria is about to live in exile, she will change her name, become Christa, become a commoner, and be exiled to the refugees, and what awaits her will be a lonely and painful journey.

So on this last day, Ian hopes that she can have a happy life.

Night fell.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance, and the sparkling firelight illuminated the wilderness.

Ian knew that the gendarmerie was coming, and he said goodbye to Heatria: "I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." ”

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." Heatheria waved.

Ian returned to his room and took Cali's hand.

"The gendarmerie has arrived." Ian said, "I'm sorry, Kali, it's time to say goodbye. ”

"I... I've been waiting for this day...", Cali said weakly, as he had changed into Ian's clothes.

Ian pulled out his knife and pursed his lips.

"Lord Ian—" Kali shook his head, "please just set it on fire, I can bear it." ”

"But... It's going to be painful..."

"It's okay." Kali's eyes were so clear: "And... The marks of the knife are too obvious, and the people of the Corps are familiar with corpses, which will reveal flaws. ”

"I... I see..."Ian gritted his teeth, "Leave your younger siblings to me, and I will definitely take good care of them." ”

"Thank you."

Ian took everything he had, covering his mouth and nose with a soaked towel.

He took out the kerosene he had prepared in advance from the hay, poured it on the furniture, and set fire to it from the periphery.

At the gate of the farm, there were many soldiers with guns in their hands, holding Hesteria's mother hostage.

A chubby middle-aged man stood in front of the soldiers, and Heatria was shouted out the door, surrounded by the soldiers.

Some soldiers broke into the farm, opened fire with a bang, and everywhere there were panicked screams of the crowd.

Ian struck a match and threw it at the wet grass, and with a thud, tongues of fire rose to light up the darkness.

Fires lit up all around the farm, and thick black smoke drifted around.

Ian took one last look at the farm, clenched the flintlock pistol in his hand, and walked away in the night.

He went to a cave on the outskirts, took his horse, packed money, food, water, and gunpowder into his bag, glanced at the map, mounted his horse, and headed for the deserted land.

The destination is the inner gates of the Wall of Mary and the Wall of Rosse.