What is Hell?

Hell is in front of you, and the name is despair.

About two months ago, Void City.

The city is not a castle, it is a city that stretches for thousands of kilometers, it is built with the strength of various ethnic groups, the city is more than 300 meters high, all made of boulders, even a few kilometers away can clearly see the gray blue it presents, it is rumored that the city wall also compiled an ancient spell, it surrounds more than 70% of the periphery of the abyss, the rest is the main patrol of the patrol place, the north side of the abyss is surrounded by the narrow sea, the city is surrounded by the south, like a huge isolated island, so the scope of the patrol is not particularly large, otherwise the manpower is really not enough。

With the beacon tower as the boundary, the Great Wall goes east to the end of the Black Night Fort, straight as a sword, and the Great Wall looks west to the end of the West Sea, bent like a snake.

A total of thirty-three castles have been built in the Void City, most of which are barracks, stables, warehouses, towers and some outbuildings, but they have no exterior walls, not castles in the true sense, these buildings are designed to help the Frontier Keepers allocate personnel to defend against threats from the Void, but in fact it resists every time it is against those organizations that covet the Void, the real threat from the Void has never been seen, and some people even ridicule that if you can't survive, you can commit any crime at will, and then choose to go to the Void City to be a border guard, which is a good place to starve and retire with peace of mind。

The border keepers, who were respected by all ethnic groups in the past, have now become synonymous with thieves, hooligans, and murderers.

It was getting late, Brandon took off his heavy armor, and put the bladeless sword in his hand on the wooden frame beside him, these are all for training, such as these criminals from all over the world, who belong to the lowest level of the class, do the most fortunate work all year round, but live a life without clothes and food, in his original world, the difference between life and death may be only a night of cold, a meal of restraint, or a whipping.

Brandon wiped the sweat from his face, squinted his eyes and looked at the fiery red clouds in the west for a while, then turned his head and yelled at the group of scum in front of him, "Today's training is here first, you hurry up and take a shower, eat something, and patrol and stand guard at night, I will give you twenty minutes, but don't eat too much, if anyone falls asleep while standing guard, I will tie him up and throw him to the Black Forest." ”

The crowd dispersed in a hurry, and the three hours of training in the afternoon made them unable to stand up hungry, and the bladeless blunt sword in their hands was as heavy as a mountain, not to mention waving it, just holding it exhausted their strength, and they had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, taking a shower and having dinner was the most comfortable time for them, even if it was only thirty minutes, it was also a precious thirty minutes.

"Look at this group of waste, I can't stand such a little suffering, all criminals are thrown at us, I really don't know what's the use, our biggest problem now is not the lack of people, but too many people, even if you really want to send people, pick a few sturdy ones, these thin and skinny, only women and money in the brain, I think it can be executed directly." ”

Dick, dressed in a black coarse cloth coat, walked over and patted Brandon on the shoulder, his gray-blue eyes under the black curls showed contempt and contempt for the scum, his face was full of scum, he looked very thin, Mo was about forty years old, but Brandon knew that Dick's sword was extremely sharp.

"Haha, according to what you said, we weren't also executed at the beginning, oh no, I was executed, I remember when you first came, you were fat like a pig, after all, the son of a nobleman, how like me, skinny skinny bones. Brandon laughed teasingly.

"Fart, I'm not called fat, that's strong, forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you, this batch of newcomers will be practicing for another three months, I think all of them will be transferred to the Night Castle, haven't they always declared a shortage of people, the province is a waste of food, we have enough manpower, what do you think?" Dick frowned and said.

"Lack of people? Do you believe it? I'd rather keep them here than send them to Nightcastle, and since they've all been sent to me, it's up to me to stay unless they remove me from my position as a deacon in Winter City. ”

Brandon sneered a few times, turned around and walked towards the house, Dick laughed dryly behind him and said, "Brandon, it's good to keep some words in your heart, you tell me it's okay, but don't go around saying it, if you are really removed as a deacon, go to work as a craftsman to repair the Great Wall, or become a clerk and raise horses, I won't be driven ducks on the shelves, and then these newcomers will hate you." ”

"You've been patrolling for a day, so get some rest. ”

Brandon actually had a lot of things to say to this old friend in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back hard, before he came to Void City, he thought that this was an isolated place, there was no class distinction, no political struggle, and some just stuck to the faith of the Great Wall and the glory of the border keeper, but after more than 20 years of hard work, when he became the deacon of Winter City, he looked back and realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

This place has long been rotten from the inside out, round after round of replacement, the older generation either died or left, and the new generation took over, in the long years, the Void City has not changed much, only a little dilapidated, but the human heart has already changed, he doesn't want to see his old friend also fall into this bottomless, rotten swamp.

"Just kidding, you don't know what kind of physique I am now, when you come back, let's have a few drinks, this hellish place is just a little fun. ”

Dick rushed up and slapped Brandon on the shoulder, and then walked towards his team, if he didn't say disbandment and let them go to rest, they would always stand like this, in the Void City, the order is absolutely not allowed to be disobeyed and questioned.

Brandon smiled gloomily, yes, this place is just this bit of fun, it can be rotated on the surface, but the time of each rotation is a full fifty years, for the elves, beasts, and trolls, fifty years is not a long time, but for the human race, the dwarf race, and the goblin race, fifty years is basically equal to a lifetime, which is not an unfair treatment, and he is still more than twenty years away from the next rotation, whether he can live for so long is still a question,

He turned back to the deacon's room, leaned back in his wooden chair, and stared silently at the map hanging on the wall, stunned, and his mind gradually returned to that day, the snowy night that changed his life.

No one likes poverty and is willing to endure hunger, but what can they do if they don't want to, most of the things in this world are doomed from the beginning, it is good to be born a slave, at least to live, many children are thrown into the river and drowned before they even have time to see the world.

All the poor and slaves can do is to be forced to accept, to get used to this life, to work without their lives, to serve the rich and nobles as much as they can, to please them, not for anything else, but to live, not to say anything resisting, fighting, this is simply impossible, and trying to challenge the class with individuals is something that even idiots would not do.

Brandon was the son of a maid, and he wanted to know who his father was, but his mother always coped with saying that his father was dead, and he was forced by his mother every day to learn all kinds of etiquette, to be familiar with the methods of various dishes, to appreciate famous wines, and to maintain crystal silverware, which made him very disgusted for a while, and he did not understand why he had to learn these things, until one day his mother took him to the slums.

The rotting corpses everywhere smelled of stench, the ground was covered with feces and urine, the people there were shirtless, disgusting and disgusting, so that people didn't want to stay for a second, but that day, he was forced by his mother to stay in that place for a whole day, Brandon vomited an unknown number of times, he asked his mother why, and his mother told him that if you don't learn, this place is your future home, and you will be like them, excreting everywhere, without food, and dying of stench.

That was the first time Brandon had the most intuitive understanding of poverty and class, his mother hoped that he could become a housekeeper, this status was much higher than that of a servant, in her impression, housekeepers were wearing luxurious clothes, eating exquisite food, and tasting fine wine, because the image of a housekeeper often represented the identity of the master, although not a powerful person, but also not a servant can be compared, if Brandon can live that kind of life, she is really satisfied.

That's why she desperately took Brandon to the slums, she just wanted her son to recognize the reality and recognize the true face of the world.

According to her vision, everything is so good, when her son becomes an adult and becomes a noble housekeeper, life will definitely get better and better, maybe one day in the future, if she saves enough money, she will no longer need to serve others, and she can start her own business, even if it is just to open a small shop......

However, even such a small wish was still ruthlessly torn to pieces by reality.

When Brandon was fifteen years old, his mother was pregnant, and he was almost going crazy.

Isn't my father dead?

Why......

This doubt was quickly solved, because the old man sneaked into his mother's room late the next night with a sum of money.

Brandon didn't feel anything special at first, and when he eavesdropped on the door, he even said that he was still a little happy, it turned out that he was not without a father, although this father never called him a son, never cared for even the slightest, and always regarded himself as a servant.

Until the man said something like this: "Go, take this money, take your son, and don't come back." ”

She was silent for a long time, silently took the money bag, at that moment, Brandon was almost out of breath, he slammed the door open, ignoring the surprise of his mother and master, he walked up to this 'father', and asked with a crying and laughing, "Why?"

Brandon thought that this person would give him a reasonable explanation, but he was only greeted with a slight look of disgust and repulsion, as if he was looking at an alien, this nominal 'father' subconsciously took a few steps back, his right hand lightly against Brandon's shoulder, and kept a subtle distance between the two, the force was not very large, but for Brandon, it was so big that it crushed the only luck in his heart.

Ah, I see, I got it, I see...... Originally...... Is that so?

No wonder my mother always told me that my father was dead.

Brandon only felt sick and sick to his stomach, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "I never had a father, my father is dead." ”

With that, he turned around and picked up the cloth cutter on his mother's table and stabbed the 'father' severely, and scratched the mother who tried to stop him, he rushed out crying and laughing, screaming and waking everyone up, he still remembers, it was snowing that day, it was very snowy, it was very cold to step on the snow barefoot, and his legs were quickly numb.