Chapter 1469

Black bread is just a common name. The real name should be bran bread. Although from the current medical and health perspectives, brown bread is recognized as an excellent nutritious food because of its less protein and more dietary fiber. But this does not mean that brown bread must be delicious.

Just like eating natural bark, it will be healthier than industrially processed food. Do you dare to say that the taste of bark will be better than spicy noodles? I believe that not many people would say such nonsense with their eyes open. By the same token, no matter how many people are touting the nutritional value of black bread, they cannot change this, that is, the taste of black bread.

This kind of bread, which contains all kinds of coarse grains and even mixed with wheat husks, not only tastes sour, but also hard. In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this thing as a weapon. Of course, it is now impossible to make brown bread the medieval look. After all, at that time, you didn't know what kind of mess those people would put in brown bread. But anyway, even today, the taste of brown bread is still terrible.

This is a food that only people who have enough food, clothes, warmth and nothing to do, start to pursue more people will be willing to try. As for the Latovinians, who can't even have enough food and clothing, they obviously won't torture their own intestines for the so-called health. They put good white bread and don't choose them, but choose brown bread.

This is a regional difference in different regions. Just like the old widow oneself said, she hasn't made brown bread for sale in many years. However, even though the business failed, she still enthusiastically promoted own other products. For an Old Lady who keeps the bakery working hard, having a business is better than nothing. But in the face of her enthusiasm. The customer just shook his head, said regretfully.

"Sorry. Although your other works will be more delicious. But I only want to eat brown bread, which has a different meaning to me. Although it is unpalatable like smelly mud ."

"The bread I make is not muddy, even black bread." If business fails, the old widow is naturally impossible to maintain the same kind of diligence as before. She began to murmur a little dissatisfied. But this kind of grumble made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Aunt Lamaia. You like to add hazelnuts to black bread, which is my favorite thing to eat at the time. In fact, many times I buy your black bread for I picked the hazelnuts in it. For this, I was beaten by my mother how many times."

If the old widow’s words were only strange to the old widow, now, her Curiosity has really spread irresistibly. You know, she hasn't made brown bread in more than ten years. It can be said that even the old people in this city don't necessarily remember that she would add hazelnuts to brown bread. But at the moment the customer is so familiar with all of this, which makes her wonder if there is a deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely Old Lady who desires to get rid of loneliness. So, knowing that oneself might be a little inappropriate to do this, she couldn't help turning on the light, and asked the customer who suddenly visited.

"Are you? Are you? Sir, did we know each other before?"

She wanted to put this person in front of oneself with a certain existence in oneself's memory, but when she looked The elegant clothes of this guest in front of me are different from the imposing manner of ordinary people. She couldn't help swallowing what she had put to her lips. In the end, she could only hesitate to ask such a question. Facing her question, Victor smiled directly and said to her.

"Don't you remember me? Aunt Lameia. I'm little Dum. I used to live with my mother upstairs next to you."

When he said this, the old widow immediately found some vague impressions from her own memory.

That was when the old lord who was not too bastard was alive. The life of Latovinians is better than it is now. Her bakery only opened at that time, and she and her husband, who had just married, ran this small shop. The business is booming, and there are many customers who visit every day, and the gypsy Witch who lives next door to the shop is a regular customer in the shop. She almost always comes to the shop to buy bread. Sometimes it's her, sometimes her child.

She still remembers what the child looked like. Although a little thin, but very clever. Everyday all can please oneself, cheat some food back from oneself. His favorite food seems to be own brown bread. Although he always likes to pick and choose, he always picks black bread every time.

The number is matched in memory, the old widow is really hard to tell how oneself feels now. Calculating carefully, it was all over thirty years ago. For more than 30 years, all the things have remained the same, but people have changed. She is dying and old, and the child has become an adult.

The changes brought about by time are always the most embarrassing thing. Even the old widow is no exception. Facing Victor, who was completely different from what she remembered, she could only rub her own rough palms cautiously, and then hesitantly said to him with an expression that she wanted to approach but did not dare to.

"I really can’t believe it. Little Dum...no, Mr. Dum, you actually came back. After so many years, you are already an adult. I heard that you were there. From the outside story, it seems that even the lord and prime minister have praised your success. You are now an influential figure. I am so happy for you. I think your mother will be proud of you."

"Perhaps. But she passed away very early."

These ordinary persons would not know about oneself mother, and Victor would not want to tell them such things. So he only mentioned it a little bit, then turned off the subject and said to her.

"It's you, Aunt Lameia, how are you doing all these years?"

"Me? I'm fine, fine." I didn't expect Victor to change the subject. When she reached the owner, the old widow was taken aback for a moment, and she couldn't help showing a bitter smile. "It was okay at first. Then Veneto passed away. I can only live by this bakery. Life is still rich, but with the death of the old lord, the new lord issued a series of Decree. Life has become difficult. Maybe I should have listened to your mother back then and left here earlier. Maybe then Veneto won’t die, and I won’t become what I am today.”

As a Witch, Victor’s mother can slightly predict the future of the ordinary person. She had obviously seen something that reminded the old widow. It's a pity that they didn't take these words seriously at the beginning, and this caused her to become what she is today.

Are you complaining? The old widow not at all means. She was just a little embarrassed and sighed. And facing her sigh and emotion. Victor just took her withered old hand and asked her in a low voice.

"So why didn’t you think about leaving here? If you want to leave, it should be possible. You know that life outside is much better than here. If you really leave, Then you have to be happier than living here."

"Leave? No, I don’t want that many anymore." shook the head, facing Victor’s question, the old widow was just calm To say. “I’ve lived here since I was born, and it’s been fifty-sixty years now. I’m used to the vegetation here, so seriously, I’m really impossible to leave here. You, Mr. Dum. Why are you coming back? You should know the status quo of this country. It really is not the place where you youngsters should stay. Like you said, the outside world is a better life Environment. Here, you can only wait for me to die like this. So, why are you coming back?"

"You should call me little Dum, Aunt Lameya. As for why I want to come back. , I can only say that I have a reason to come back."

Shook the head, Victor stood up and looked towards the brightly lit castle outside the window. That is the castle where the lords of Latvinia inherited from generation to generation. Even today, today's lord has not abandoned it. Instead, he spent a lot of money to build it into a strong and luxurious fortress. But such a fortress is incompatible with this dull country and this old and dying city. At least for Victor, this thing is a bit too much an eye-catcher. Obstructive, he almost wanted to remove it.

However, considering the receptivity of those around him, Victor does not at all do it. Instead, he smiled and said to her.

"Aunt Lamayya. I am coming back this time and I don’t plan to leave again. I want to bring something different to my country and my hometown. I want it to fall from this Break free from the state of decay. Yes, I am sure, I will bring new life to it. This is the purpose of my return this time. I want to change this country."

"You want peace The lord is the enemy?" It's hard to imagine that the little Dum once said such a thing, but facing the little Dum who said such a thing, the old widow could not say anything. She didn't understand Victor, because she only knew his past, not his present. But she knew that Victor was a clever child, and since he said this, he must be sure. Faced with such a situation, she could only hesitate, and then squeezed Victor's hand.

"I don’t know what you want to do, little Dum. But I know that you are a smart child. If you make up your mind, you will be able to succeed. And this is exactly what What we are looking forward to. As a Latovinian, we have been expecting such a change for a long time. If someone can really bring this to us, we will do everything we can to support you. So , Do it with confidence. Little Dum. Do it according to your wishes. The will of the Latovinians will bless you."

"I know, I will do it for you. "

Needless to say too much, Victor is already the hand of the old widow patted, opened the door and went out. This is just a brief retelling of the old, and for his real purpose, this is just his beginning.

Latovinia, it's time for a new life.