There was a silence for a while. Ellie said, "Noah, what do you think will happen after us?" I don’t know if it’s because I buried my head in Noah’s neck that Elie sounded depressed.
"Not surprisingly, when we get to the slave market, we will be sold out." Slave branding is a special magic soldering iron. A certain part of a slave’s body is branded, usually with his left arm and his chest, etc. Once branded, your generation is almost doomed to be a slave, because that kind of magic brand is not eliminated by a great wizard or a character. However, which great wizard will have nothing to do to help you spend a lot of magic and energy to eliminate the brand? Imagine if it is so simple that it can be eliminated. How can the whole continent’s slave cause be done? These are also what Noah told Eli, and these are also common sense recognized by the mainland. It is natural that Eli has never been exposed to these things in an isolated village for many years.
"That’s not what I’m talking about!" Elie’s voice was a little annoyed and turned smaller. "You should know what I mean."
"Eli" Noah was silent.
"I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home, blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blare blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
"I want to go home. I really want to go home." The intermittent whimper was still the result of Eli’s efforts to suppress it
Noah’s hand, Eli, gently stroked behind his back and comforted Eli, but he still didn’t stop crying.
"$ @ #%&@% $ #&~ ~ ~ ~" A beautiful tune overflowed from Noah’s mouth. Although it was not white, Ellie knew it was a beautiful song, and the soft voice of Noah was mixed with it. This cold dungeon was as beautiful as nature.
Noah sang softly, but the sound in the silent dungeon was surprisingly clear. Those numb slaves responded and turned around to listen to Noah’s songs. Every slave’s face was filled with happy expressions. It was incredible that Noah’s songs had wonderful effects.
At the end of a short song, the slaves became numb again as if the previous proof had never appeared.
"This is a song that my mother used to sing for a long time, so I just remember part of it. I always used it as a lullaby before … Ellie?"
Noah looked up and found that Ellie had fallen asleep.
(Some people may think that it’s not terrible to write about slave dungeons. Actually, I want to write something terrible, but it would be cruel to write like that … I still don’t mind abusing what my children say, so I can write such a chat dungeon … Khan ~ ~ Let me know if you have any comments and good ideas ~ ~) [Mobile phone, brain synchronous reading is ok, CHM,UMD,JAR]
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chapter five
There were tears hanging from the corner of Eli’s eyes when he was asleep. Noah smiled and reached out to wipe away Eli’s tears. He helped him to the corner and leaned on it gently. He tried to sleep with Eli in his arms, but his skin touched the temperature, but Noah couldn’t sleep. His thoughts gradually returned to the past …
He was selected from the slave camp to participate in the slave market trading, and now he is temporarily waiting for auction in the dungeon. He has lived in the slave camp for a year every day, fighting for leftovers and then being used as a tool for diarrhea. For him, he has already learned that ordinary slaves are obedient and insensitive. Otherwise, can he live? However, in those days when he was entrusted to his slave camp, he got a lot of news as a clever tool for diarrhea, and the guards were not so strict with him, so that things could keep Noah conscious and touch a protrusion in his arms.
In fact, he thinks that the conditions here are quite good. Less people can share food equally, and they won’t bite each other like slaves in slave camps. But the difference between the noise and the noise is that there is silence here, not silence, as if there is no living thing. The slaves here are all teenagers who are very clever and resigned. Maybe they will be clever sex slaves in the future. Fortunately, they used to be lonely and silent a long time ago, otherwise he would really be driven crazy by this place. After a month, he will soon be content with his own destiny. Anyway, he will try his best to live, but Eli will appear.
On that day, the only door was hit, and the slaves all ran to the shadows in horror and didn’t feel anything. There was a long-lost light near the door, even the light made their eyes feel dazzling, but they were forced to climb slowly to the light and squinted hard to see it clearly. Unexpectedly, the light fell into an angel! Although he was held by the guards with his eyes closed, he was radiant with holy light, his face was dusty and his clothes were tattered, and his blood did not damage his noble temperament at all. On the contrary, the bright blood added a decadent atmosphere to him, and he felt that he had strayed into a scarred angel! Maybe I fell at that sight.
When the angel was rudely pushed into the dungeon, he rushed over and caught him without thinking. In retrospect, I don’t know how he had the strength at that time. The angel’s body was very soft and full of sunshine and had the taste he wanted. That night, the angel had a high fever, mainly because his body was torn. Imagine who would be so bad. Even if the angel’s head was injured, there were still many wounds that seemed to be caused by being hit and dragged, which made his heart ache badly. Of course, there were also slight jealousy components, but more still heartache.
He saved his share of clean water. Every day, his lips crossed with each other. Angel’s lips were so soft that he kept lingering. He tore his clothes completely and helped him dress and clean the wound. He prayed all the time, never believed in God, and finally woke up on the third day. He was never so excited in his memory that he almost shed tears. He thought he loved him deeply and loved him without a word of communication.
The next day, he learned the angel’s name-although Ellie is a very ordinary name, he is very eager to engrave these two words in his heart. Ellie is only one year old. He has never experienced big waves. He is a lonely person. He always finds some topics to comfort Ellie. It seems that his former life was very closed, and some mainland common sense was unclear. When chatting, he always had problems and waited for his own answers. Faced with this, Eli seemed to see his former self, who didn’t know anything and knew what others said. So he added a pity to Ellie’s feelings.
However, as for how he amused Eli, he still deeply felt that he was concerned about Eli’s heart. He thought that Eli could not be a filthy person like him. He just had to silently guard and love him. He always followed Eli’s every move. He knew that Eli always listened to the sound of rice delivery in the dark, groped for the position of the window, often observed the guards at the crack of the door and searched the ground, but he didn’t let go of all the pieces and stones. He clearly knew that Eli wanted to escape, but the defense was so strict here. He didn’t want to put Ellie at risk, but when Ellie couldn’t stand the pressure and he cried, his heart melted. Since the angel broke his wings and was no longer free, let the angel laugh again and make him an angel wing!
I was thinking back to Noah when I heard an argument at the door. A man seemed to be familiar with it. Actually, because of the thick steel bars, the argument outside the door was almost inaudible in the dungeon department, but Noah’s hearing was naturally better than that of people, and I don’t know how many times he could hear it clearly.
"Do you fucking know who I am? How dare you stop me
"I’m sorry, but it’s the master’s rule that all businessmen must not touch it at will before it is shipped to the slave market for auction." We can’t help it. "
"Hum! I don’t care what rules don’t stipulate that you always have to go in. What, can you still dare to use force? "
"No, no, how dare we? You’re the only baby of the master. How dare we?"
Ah, the slave trader’s only son-lecherous Peter! In the former slave camp, Peter always picked some attractive tools for male slaves and female slaves to vent, and Noah was one of them.
"Then let me in!"
"But this master has a rule. If it is discovered, it will be difficult for us."
"Ding Bang" seems to be a gold coin collision sound.
"Who else knows if I don’t tell you?"
"This …"