Chapter 120

"Bastard!"

In the broken orphanage, on the dirty and messy street, a burly man grabbed a boy with brown hair and threw it to the ground.

The young man's newly acquired bread rolled aside and covered with a layer of dust.

Then, the grumpy man spit on the boy, kicked over the boy's body, punched and ravaged him wantonly.

The boy held his head in his hands, curled up in the corner, snorted a few times, and was beaten blue and blue on his back, chest and neck.

Seeing this, none of the staff of the orphanage helped. On the contrary, they looked at the good play and had a deep disgust for the youth.

Those who live at the bottom are slaves deprived of their rights (slaves have no human rights).

The so-called orphanages, in the name of responding to the call of the state and out of humanitarian spirit, are actually strongholds for selling young children, and the profits in one year are quite considerable.

The huge profits contained, coupled with the secret support of various forces, have made many orphanages impressive.

The teenager was born with a disability, one leg paralyzed, and his appearance was ordinary. His communication with his surrounding companions was even rare. As a result, he was abandoned in the orphanage. No household wanted to buy an unhealthy child with little money, which greatly reduced the value of the teenager. Under the special treatment of the upper class, the food a day was just a hard crumb.

In order to survive, he often stole food from the bakery next door and barely survived.

But it is hard for ordinary people to imagine that he kept the bottom line and did not rob more children's food.

The gray sky is full of haze, as if covered with a layer of dust of human suffering, and as if suffering from a terminal disease and falling into the skin of a dying patient, it is withered, dead and disgusting.

"Bitch! Dare to rob me of my food and don't know how to live or die!"

The man abused wantonly and spit wildly until the boy gradually lost movement, his paralyzed thigh was injured, and his festering skin rubbed and bled. The man took back his fists and feet.

"Oh, it's really comfortable to beat up. You waste, it's only so useful."

The man laughed, his eyes fell on the bread falling on the ground and frowned.

"It's really unlucky to meet such a little bastard." the man whispered and wanted to go away.

The boy trembled, stretched out his hand eagerly and landed on the bread, but a shadow fell above.

"Click!"

The sound of the fracture suddenly sounded, and a boot stepped on the hand of the bread. It was very strong, and the bread was crushed.

"If I'm in a bad mood, you still want to have food... Ha ha." the man turned back and built his happiness on the pain of others. It's really pleasant.

"Stop, are you crazy? That's the adult the count once received! Don't make a bad impression on him in front of the orphanage."

Just then, one of the man's companions patted him on the shoulder and pulled him aside.

"Oh, you're lucky. I'll let you go this time."

Before leaving, the man scolded again and followed his companion with a happy mood.

"Woo..."

Aware that the man really left, the boy trembled, and the more rigid bread had already become powder.

But he ate the bread powder carefully. Perhaps, this time, the pay is out of proportion to the return. In the eyes of ordinary people, the energy digested by the dusty bread can't repair his injuries. This is a foolish act.

In a few months, or half a month, the teenager is expected to die from his severe injury.

"It's really a special talent. It can stick to the ground and absorb strength... This orphanage, ha ha."

An ornate old man stood in front of the boy and whispered.

He was dressed in a moon white robe, embroidered with majestic and striking red, and the corners were inlaid with gold silk, which did not hide the noble identity of the newcomer.

"Sir, you pour fresh blood into the divine court. Why look for this lame man..."

Nearby, the official sent down by the count to receive the big people reminded him.

"No, I think he's pretty good."

The old man squatted down and watched the young man wolf down with satisfaction. Two or three mouthfuls of powder and hard and dry bread made his throat cough a few times.

Food should not be wasted, especially the food you get.

"Child, would you like to come with me? I have a lot of fresh bread on my side."

The old man patted him on the shoulder with a gentle force to restore his state, and the injury all over was getting better.

"You are... I will."

The boy raised his head and just wanted to ask, but suddenly agreed to the old man.

Perhaps it was the old man's clear and benevolent eyes that reminded him of the residents of a happy family on the street and his grandfather who loved his children.

Although he has not had any relatives since he was sensible.

"You want to ask my name, um, my name..."

The old man frowned, as if he couldn't remember his name when he was old: "in fact, I don't remember either."

But the old man smiled, stretched out his hand and held the boy: "however, you can call me James... It's not right. Well, you'd better call me Nord, Nord James."

"Of course, if you have the potential to become a trainee knight in the training camp and really join the divine court, you can directly call me... Bishop."

The old man was kind and good-looking and smiled.

This smile is always deeply buried in the hearts of teenagers.

……

"Brian, I believe you can do it. Oh, thank the great Lord. We are really destined... So congratulations, Brian, on officially becoming a member of the divine court."

In the promotion competition of the training camp, the champion platform, under the attention of thousands of people, the old man smiled brightly and presented a grand prize to a thin but stubborn young man.

"This is a short knife. It has been with me for many years. Today, I'll give it to you."

Facing the jealous eyes of the surrounding clergy, Brian looked calm, but his eyes showed joy

He knelt on one knee and took the animal knife handed over by the old man with both hands. A smile appeared on his cold face.

……

"I'm wrong... Sir, spare me, i... I'd like to present all my wealth to Sir... Poof!"

In the dark night, in the dark alley, the drunken gangster widened his eyes and fell to the ground with the flash of the knife.

Avoiding the young man splashing with blood, he lifted his frightened head, dragged the body into the sewer, leaving the dirty and rotten river with bubbles to drown the body.

Throughout the whole process, the boy looked calm and indifferent.

Only the fire of faith in his heart is burning. As the teenager kills the gangster who once bullied him, he is growing and growing.

……

"Referee 208, Brian, because of your excellent performance, I will appoint you as the referee captain of the seventh team in the name of the bishop. My Lord, don't let me down... Ha ha ha ha! I believe you, boy, will never let me down."

Dressed in a white gold robe, the old man smiled brightly at the divine court ceremony attended by thousands of people in a wasteland and presented it to the tall young man in front of him with a set of battle armor representing his identity.

"Thank you, Monseigneur."

Brian knelt on one knee, took the armor with both hands and said respectfully.

In my heart, the fire of faith is burning.

Pledge allegiance to the bishop to the death!

Anyone who dares to block the Archbishop's plan will die!

The magnificent man buried under the ruins opened his eyes and burst into a magnificent whirl!

PS: hamster's book is not a routine.