honor me as god

Chapter 239 Unknown Name
Pointing at Solandelle's nose, the little girl gritted her teeth and said, "Didn't you say just now that there should be divisions of labor and cooperation in this world? Well, I agree with what you said, so why don't you come to be the leader?" lower level?"

"You can only play a broken piano, you don't have any labor ability, you don't even know what potatoes are, and you need others to help you dig the ground and water the apples. What right do you have to ride on our heads? What are you? Qualified to call yourself the upper class? How dare you tell others that society should function like this~ Don’t you want to vomit?!”

"Do you know where the most ridiculous thing about you is? It's just deceiving and deceiving yourself. It's like the apple tree you planted. You think that the apple harvest is inseparable from your efforts, but you don't know that it is yours. Servant Maggie is working hard, and she has spent her sweat day after day in exchange for it, and you just provided her with a pit to grow apples."

"You think that by providing others with the opportunity to farm in this pit, you are doing your part and contributing to the harvest of apples-but in fact, this pit for growing apples should be owned by everyone fairly, but now it is You occupy it alone! It is you who first squeezed the living space of others, snatched what everyone has fairly, and mistakenly thought it was your own, so you can squeeze and exploit others with peace of mind!"

"Go! Royal princess, open your dust-free eyes, I will show you our world!"

The little girl took Solandelle out of the restaurant and went further north, to the places where the bottom-level slaves worked.

In the coal mine where black dust is flying, the mine owner is not there, maybe he is singing and dancing in the house, or maybe he is drinking and singing with a few women in the tavern.Most of the foremen and managers are relatives of the mine owner. They were lazily basking in the sun, and some were taking a nap. They were so slack that two little girls sneaked in.

In the ashes-strewn corridor, Solandelle saw many children similar to her age. They were all slaves who were sold to nobles since they were young. They were branded three inches below the heels of their palms. Full of yearning for the light, but dimmed by the pervasive mine ash, waving the pick numbly at the mine that could never be dug in a lifetime.

A few children were exhausted and couldn't swing the pickaxe anymore. Their thin bodies just fell to the ground, like sinking into an eternal sleep, never able to get up again.

The dry and hot textile factory is different from the fine needlework in the tailor's room of the royal palace. It is full of flying catkins, the mouth and nose are not covered with cloth, and it is almost impossible to breathe. The eyes are stinging due to allergies. The noise almost tears people's nerves. When the cloth is put on, it is often splashed on people, leaving traces that cannot be washed off for several days.

The slaves were doing repetitive work like donkeys spinning in circles. After doing it for a long time, they became numb and didn't respond to the outside world, until the screams suddenly sounded, which was the wailing of their hands being accidentally caught in the sewing machine.

The slaves have no hands, and what awaits them is not retirement and compensation, but abandonment or slaughter. What happens to animals when they are useless, what happens to them.

In the farm that breeds vitality, the serfs have deformed waist bones due to years of farming, and even a nine-foot man is bent to five feet. They are exhausted and wave their hoes or sickles. Drops of sweat fall into the field and become part of the soil. In exchange for day after day of farming, it is only the daily rations for subsistence and the reward of the harvest season-a few large bags of wheat.

As for those serfs who were exhausted due to illness, the farmer gave them great "kindness". They were not slaughtered directly, but were thrown in the pigsty. They were allowed to continue working, and if they couldn’t make it through, they died quietly, turning their bodies into fertilizer and making the final contribution to the farmland.

In order to survive, the serfs lingered on, embracing each other to keep warm with their bodies, forcing themselves to swallow pig feces, just for the hope that did not exist at all.

The little princess of Baishui Jianxin finally saw the most real world.

The scorching sun ravaged the farmland, the construction site where sawdust flew, and the steel factory where the flames burst out. Thousands of slaves mourned under the shackles and whips, living without hope, and dying without hope.

The iron law promulgated by the Sun King thousands of years ago has become an unshakable shackle to restrain the slaves, using their flesh and blood to create the prosperity of the world.

The little girl stood behind Solandar, her voice was emotionless: "I heard the old man tell a story before. He once said that the average life expectancy of the people of the Kingdom of Dogrand is 55 years old. At that time, I thought—wow, can How long have you lived!"

"But later, I saw my mother died of illness, only 31 years old; I saw many serfs died of exhaustion in the farmer's field, most of them were only in their 20s; those slave children who were my age had no money to treat them because of minor illnesses. , his condition deteriorated step by step, and he died on the bed before he was an adult; and those people you just saw"

"When you are immersed in the piano, they all die silently where you can't see it."

"From then on, I finally learned that the average life expectancy in the kingdom is 55 years old. It doesn't mean that everyone can live to 55 years old. It means that you nobles can live to be more than 80 years old, and we untouchables can only live to be more than 20 years old. The summary is in Let’s do a calculation together, and finally the average age is 55!”

"Now, back to the original question, you said it wasn't your fault that I was here?"

"Yes, maybe the two of us are not directly related, but what about the others?"

"How many slaves fell to their death off a cliff just because you told your father you wanted to eat rock ears? How many slaves jumped out of the ice cave in winter so that you could eat ice fish from the polar regions and never climbed out again?"

"And what we saw just now, how much of the mines that slaves dug with their lives became tax revenues and turned into moon coins in your wallet? How much of the silk has become your dress? How much of the top ingredients that the nobles enshrined to you is in exchange for human life?!"

The little girl who had been oppressed all her life uttered a roar full of blood and anger: "Is something stained with human blood useful?! Is it delicious?!"

The little girl's roar hit Solandelle's heart like a heavy hammer, and she still wanted to deny it subconsciously, but these words were like a wall pressing down from all directions, making her breathless and almost suffocated.

When the feeling of suffocation was on the verge of extreme, and there was no way to resist, Solandelle finally realized that what the little girl said was right
The little girl poked her heart hard, as if she had exhausted all her strength and could no longer scream, her voice was full of unresolved sorrow: "We just want to live like human beings, what's wrong with that?"

Solandelle's slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her heart felt pain as if being pierced, and her intermittent sobbing began to turn into crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She kept murmuring these three words, and tears fell down, wet the front of her clothes.

The little girl closed her eyes weakly, tears slowly overflowed from her eyes, and her hoarse voice was full of desolation: "Actually, I know that you are a good and innocent boy. I read a sentence in a book before - those who do not know are not guilty." ——You live deep in the palace and don’t know everything outside, so you shouldn’t be blamed.”

"Besides, if I told other nobles what I just said, I would have been beheaded long ago. Not only are you willing to listen to me, but you also say sorry to me. Just because of this, you are different from other nobles."

"It stands to reason that I should respect you from the bottom of my heart, but I can't. I could have endured all this, but you showed me the light—the light that only belongs to you nobles."

"I can't change the status quo, I'm surrounded by a dirty life, I can't get out, I'm powerless, I can only hate you in the end. This is the only way I can vent"

Solandelle whimpered and hugged the little girl from behind, her voice trembling almost begging: "Come back to the royal city with me, okay? I will give you a new life, and I will never let you suffer again."

"Heh" the little girl smiled miserably, "You saved me, can you save everyone?"

Solandelle's consciousness seemed to be struck by lightning, and there was even noise like snowflakes in front of her eyes, and she was in a trance for a while.

The little girl broke free from her embrace, and Solandelle subconsciously stretched out her hand, trying to grab her, but only caught her by the sleeve.

"Tear--" The sleeve was broken, and the two said goodbye, only a torn linen strip remained in Solandelle's hand.

At the end of the street, the little girl stopped in her tracks and turned her head for the last time, her gray eyes were colorless: "It's useless, the world is like this, and nothing will change. From now on, you will still be loved by everyone." The princess, and I, are just a slave who is worse than dogs and pigs."

Half an hour later, the little girl died.

Solandelle inquired around the city, kept looking, and finally saw the little girl's body in the South City Square.

Not long ago, a family of nobles reported to the Public Security Bureau that the trash can in front of their house had been turned over.

The Public Security Department immediately dispatched a large number of security soldiers to follow up and investigate, and even used more than 20 hounds, and finally located the little girl based on the residual smell.

After searching, everyone found the three-inch cut flesh scar on the bottom of the little girl's palm, and compared it with the arrest warrant a few years ago, it was confirmed that this was a slave who escaped from a noble mansion in another place, and a bullet was also found on her. Silver Moon, the food hidden in his pockets, including beef shank picked up from the trash can of the noble mansion.

In this way, the noble ordered the guards to break the little girl's hands and feet, whipped her for more than half an hour, and hanged her alive in the square.

At this time, the lady of the nobleman was standing by the gallows, yelling at the security guards: "How do you patrol? You let a stinky slave come and look through the trash can in my house! In case she has some serious disease and dirty the lid of the trash can, What if it infects us?"

The security guard shrank his head, with a submissive expression like a dog: "Sorry, ma'am, we will definitely send more people in Nancheng to maintain law and order!"

"When I think of her dirty hands touching my trash can, I feel disgusted." The lady of the nobleman bowed her waist and trembled as she spoke, as if she was about to vomit at any time, but she still suppressed the desire to vomit.

The husband patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said softly: "Okay, don't be angry, this little bastard is dead, I'll go buy a new trash can later, and replace the one in front of the house."

"These stinky slaves should all die." The noble lady snorted coldly.

The noble lord turned around, looked at the security guards who shrank their heads, and said meaningfully: "I am a good friend with the governor of the province, Lord Edward Troy. He talked about it well."

The security guard hurriedly responded with a trembling voice: "My lord, don't worry, it will never happen next time! Although the security manpower is very tight now, your needs are the first priority, and we will send people to your mansion 24 hours a day Patrol nearby!"

"En." The man nodded in satisfaction, grabbed a handful from the money bag full of silver moons, and handed it over without counting, "Take it to buy wine."

The security soldier waved his hand subconsciously: "My lord, I can't take this..."

"Take it," said the nobleman in an irresistible tone.

In the end, the security guard couldn't resist the temptation, and hurriedly took it with both hands, put Yinyue in his pocket, and nodded and bowed his thanks to the noble lord.

"Wow, woof!" At this time, there was a dog barking in the distance, and it was the big yellow dog "Sun King" raised by the little girl.

The Sun King found that his master hadn't come home for a long time, so he couldn't help running out, looking around in the huge Twilight City, and finally ran here following the smell.

The Sun King ran to the gallows with his tail between his legs, whining, and kept rubbing his nose against the little girl's feet, thinking that she was just asleep, and wanted to ask her to go home with him.

"Roar!" Barbie, the deerhound led by the noble lady, was dozing off. The appearance of a strange dog irritated her. It roared and rushed over, and the sharp deerhound precisely bit the Sun King's neck with its animal teeth.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Amidst the miserable and sharp wails, the Sun King's neck was bitten through, and the blood flowed all over the floor. In front of it, it is still too weak.

"Barbie! Don't bite that dirty dog!" The noble lady kicked its ass anxiously.

Barbie let go of the Sun King, ran to sit down in front of her master wagging her tail, with an innocent face, completely devoid of the fierce look just now.

The Sun King's neck had already been bitten off, and he fell into a pool of blood, trembling from time to time, and soon became silent.

"Tsk tsk tsk" the noble lady handed the dog leash to the noble lord, and said irritably, "Hurry up and take it to the pet shop for a bath, wash it twice! Let them wash it with the most expensive herbs, especially the mouth!"

The noble lord took the rope, tapped Barbie's head lightly and hard, and said with a straight face, "You haven't had dinner today, so you must have a long memory."

Although Barbie couldn't understand human words, seeing her master's expression, she immediately drew back her tail and whimpered.

Not long after, the two nobles left, and the onlookers gradually dispersed, returning to the usual rhythm of life, no one paid much attention to the little girl and the corpse of the Sun King—this was just a daily occurrence.

People come and go, no one pays attention.

The sun will eventually sink into darkness.

At this time, the evening was approaching, and the whole sky was infested by the sun like blood, and the street was lit with torches. Looking at the stars in the distance, the crows stopped on the dead branches, making a lonely cry from time to time.

Solandelle stood alone in front of the gallows, hanging in front of him was the person who was still talking to her just now, and under her feet was the kingdom that belonged to Dogrand for generations. It was swallowed up, leaving only the hazy evening smoke, the whining crow, and the corpse shaking in the wind.

Suddenly, Solandelle remembered that she didn't know the little girl's name yet.

(End of this chapter)