Son of the Olden Days

The open space in the backyard is the world of children. Although these children are under the age of fourteen and have not yet reached the age of the coming-of-age ceremony, there is still a clear division of power.

To the northwest of the clearing, several well-dressed girls were talking in a low voice around one of the dark red figures.

Most of them are the daughters of businessmen, and they have more or less strength in their families.

At the beginning of the plague, their families were among the first to evacuate from Gray Screen. When the disaster passed, they returned to the town to continue their business.

The girl who is surrounded by them is named Riana Garfield, and the girls are faintly dominated by her.

Rui Anna has a beautiful face, graceful figure, light chestnut long hair elegantly coiled behind her head, revealing a white neck, and her whole person exudes youthful vitality. Wearing a rose-colored wooden buttoned waist piping long skirt is obviously of high quality, with delicate light black hand-embroidered patterns winding on the skirt and skirt.

Her family business spreads widely, with shops in six small towns in the territory, which has surpassed merchants in the traditional sense. The merchandise covers animal skins, gems, jewelry, weapons, wood, and minerals. There are private armies and caravans are also equipped with special guards.

Seven or eight people stood at the door of an ear chamber in the southeast, all boys.

What is more conspicuous is that there is a young man who is nearly twenty years old. He is dressed in a simple hunting suit with a long sword hanging from his waist. However, this young man was actually just a guard, following a brown-haired young man respectfully.

The brunette boy named Feith Jaglinton was tall and tall, and his handsome and arrogant face gave a sense of alienation.

It is said that his background is complicated and mysterious, and he has been seen talking and laughing with the bishop side by side on more than one occasion.

In fact, as long as someone with a little bit of knowledge, it is not difficult to know that Aglinton is actually the last name of the lord. And since the teenager has a guard, the guard can still carry weapons in the monastery, which in itself implies a lot of problems.

On the right side of Sol's direction, there are more than a dozen people standing. This is a force that often troubles Sol.

The leader is Lorton Weir, the son of a blacksmith.

Perhaps it was inherited from the ruggedness and sturdiness of his father's generation, Lorton's body looks much taller and stronger than his peers, and the already formed strong muscles have tough lines.

The forces between these three groups of children have existed since before the plague. If they must be divided, they can be roughly attributed to three aspects: financial resources, background, and force.

They didn't refuse orphans to join, so most of the orphans in the monastery had already stood in their own teams, and only a few lonely freaks like Sol and Shuggs remained.

As for whether the addition of new faces among orphans will change the old power structure, Saul does not know and does not care.

Silently raised his head and glanced at it, Saul continued to move forward with his head dull. The well he was going to was located in the northeast corner of the open space.

A thin figure shorter than Sol suddenly jumped out of Lorton's camp and blocked Sol's path forward. This was the son of the miller, Valle Rupert, Lorton's loyal follower.

"Hey! Come and see, our trash is still alive!"

Waller pointed to Saul and shouted in surprise, as if he had found a family member who had been separated for many years. The startled, screaming voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Sol didn't respond, didn't even lift his head, and silently strayed from Vale's side.

Obviously Waller hadn't let go of his plan. He finally survived the disaster to come out and have some fun. With the addition of many new faces, Waller, who is keen on performance, never missed this opportunity to prove his existence.

Blocking in front of Sol again, Waller pushed **** Sol's shoulder.

"Tsk! You survived! Unexpectedly, the prayer of your dirty mouse will be heard."

Thor was pushed back by the opponent.

In Sol’s childhood gray childhood, such scenes always recurred.

Every time a few boys in Lorton’s camp provoke an incident first, whether they fight back or remain silent, Thor will eventually be beaten to the ground, his face being stepped into the mud by the sole of his shoes.

In the face of the suffering of flesh and blood, Thor has never compromised, but his persistence has gradually made the whole thing a habit and part of entertainment for everyone.

It is difficult to reverse this situation with Sol's background as an orphan.

Fighting fiercely is useless, after all, the contradictions between children will not rise to the level of life and death. And even if there is no shortage of determination and means to kill, Saul can't do it because it's not worth it.

Once your hands are stained with blood, no matter who you kill, let's not talk about the connections and revenge of the family behind him in the town. The guards of the town can make you worse off than death.

Once you escape from the town and embark on an escape journey, your evil deeds will be reported to the religious inquisition by the militia group.

Next, you will be wanted and hunted down by the Religious Inquisition. By then, there will no longer be a place for you in all the southern territories on the mainland, and there will be no escape, unless you have done your best to spend the rest of your life in the dark wilderness. Li Desperate will never step into the preparations of human territory.

And as you run away for longer, your crimes will gradually escalate and become more diverse and more exciting. Perhaps in the end, even you yourself will wonder if you have done so many things before you know it.

Once you, the incarnation of evil, are finally arrested one day, those who watch the excitement, those who have a rift with you, and those who want to take advantage of the opportunity, will immediately surround you impatiently and lie on you, drink your blood and eat you. Meat.

This is the sorrow of the weak.

Eventually you will understand that this dark world has already prepared enough rules for the tiny bugs.

Of course, if you originally had a little identity and wealth in the town, that would be another set of rules of the game.

Seeing that Sol was still as muffled as before, a sure sneer appeared on Waller's face, and he lifted a foot and kicked him hard.

From the height and position of Valle's raised foot, Sol estimated that this foot was probably kicked on his stomach, but it seemed that the speed was a little slow.

There is no distinction between children, it should be painful, Saul thought.

He wondered why Waller could always maintain a certain kind of fanatical passion in this repetitive and old-fashioned mentally retarded game.

This half of the winter's confrontation training has allowed Sol to grow. Although his current martial arts may not even be considered a half bucket of water, it is not a big problem to deal with a thin monkey like Waller.

Leaning away easily, Thor pinched the back of Valler's neck with one hand, and then pushed Valler's unstable center of gravity face down to the ground, while twisting the opponent's hand behind him.

Poor Waller was clasped with one hand and grabbed with the other hand in the air. He could only kiss the ground while struggling in vain.

The projections on the ground were chaotic, and there was no need to look back, and Thor knew that the people from the Lorton camp were surrounding him.

Sighing from the bottom of my heart, Saul stood up and patted the dust on his hands, then pointed to the tallest figure behind the crowd and said:

"Lorton, I want to fight you."

Sol's voice was not too big or too small, but it was enough to be heard by everyone in the clearing.

"Huh?!" Waller struggled in anger and just got up from the ground. He was taken aback by Saul's words, and he even forgot to fight back and curse.

It's not just him, the expressions of everyone on the clearing are suddenly wonderful.

Duel, inherited from the ancient kingdom, is an ancient way of resolving contradictions among the nobles.

The nobles usually throw their gloves or the noble swords on their waists on the ground between themselves and the unpleasant person, in order to invite each other to a duel.

Of course, this kind of duel is not mandatory. The invited party has the right to refuse, but your courage and gender may be questioned by everyone around you.

No matter how the world changes, the disputes between people never end, so the ancient way of dueling, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is still quite alive today.

Usually the children in the town have conflicts with each other and they all do it directly. Fighting is also commonplace. For them, dueling is more like an adult's way.

They may not have a specific concept of the so-called duel in their hearts, but at least they know that the biggest difference between a duel and an ordinary fight is that the two parties who do it can live or die.

The thin and weak Sol was looking for death when facing the burly Lorton, and everyone in the clearing was thinking this way at the moment.

Listening to the war note sent by Thor, the muscles of the thick arms that Lorton hugged his chest bulged.

The distance was a little far away, and the figures were chaotic. Through the faint light, Thor couldn't see the specific expression on Luoton's face, but the corners of the other party's mouth seemed to move, as if he was ready to find some words to express his emotions.

Suddenly Saul remembered Shuggs' absurd theories about being a man for no reason. He didn't give Luoton a chance to speak, and stomped the ground under his feet and continued to provoke him.

"Three days later, in the afternoon, take your weapon and be in this clearing. Lorton, you are not young anymore. Let us have a conversation like a man and a man, and be arrogant."

After speaking, Saul no longer cared about the surrounding reactions, and changed back to a ghost silently drifting through the crowd.

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