The hero is fucking the system

Chapter 133 My identity is a bit too much (16)

At that time, Moge was not yet the emperor, and he was not even considered a member of the Dragon Heart Empire.

Those who served around Mogg, some still remembered that Mogg was the adopted son of Emperor Dragon Tongue.

But many people have long forgotten, even his origin in the Golden Alliance.

This is not a secret, but everyone is used to keeping their mouths shut.

Mogg was originally a relative of a large chamber of commerce in the Golden Alliance.Although they are relatives, their family is not sheltered because of the relationship of the main family. On the contrary, they are often discriminated against and oppressed by the main family because of their poor family circumstances.

When Mogg was very young, because of his poor physical fitness, there was always snot under his nose.

Mogg's father is honest and honest, and his mother is kind and virtuous.And he himself, diligent and hardworking, worked as an apprentice in his father's handicraft shop.

Their family lives in poverty, but it is still a family full of hope and happy life.

Suddenly one day someone from the master's family came to tell his father that Moge, as a collateral relative, would replace the son of the master's family as a hostage at the border for nine years, and needed to be separated from his family.

If you don't agree, the shop of Mogg's family will be taken away by the owner to do other business.

The master told them that if they went to the border as protons, there would be teachers from the monastery as free private schools, and they could receive free education.

The master didn't intend to coerce or lure anything. In fact, after the notification was in place, it was just an order.

Mogg, who has always been very sensible, accepted all this silently.

In the early morning of the second day, I got on the boat to the border without saying a word.The days at the border were very difficult. When he first came here, Mogg woke up crying several times.

At that time, my father and mother were still very young in the dream, but their outlines began to become blurred with the passage of time.

Mogg gradually understood that this was not his own sorrow.The best thing he can do is to survive these nine years and return to his parents.

Later, he stopped dreaming.

As he got older, he had to deal with more and more things.His classmates are all children of the Great Chamber of Commerce, and they are all domineering.

He was just the son of a dilapidated craftsman, and the status gap between the two caused him to be bullied in Dongfeng Monastery.

"Why don't you fight back?"

"Perhaps, when they wait, they will also feel bored."

"When will you wait? When you die? Let me tell you, this kind of thing happens only once and countless times! If you don't resist as a dignified person, then you can only do this in your life!"

"Ah!" Mogg felt pain for a while, and just as he was about to speak, the wound on his lip split open again.

The girl in front of him handed out her handkerchief to signal him to wipe his wound.Mogg took the handkerchief, but was reluctant to wipe his own blood with it.

This handkerchief was worn by the girl next to her body. The fabric is comfortable to the touch. On a white background, a pair of overlapping daggers are embroidered with gold thread—the symbol of the East Wind God, and some people who believe in the East Wind God will rust. Put it on the child's close-fitting clothing for safety.

In Mogg's opinion, it is very delicate, and even has a faint fragrance of a girl.

It was an ordinary night, but scenes like this have happened many times in ordinary nights like this.

Mogg looked at the girl in front of him, the girl who stood up to fight for herself because she couldn't bear to be bullied.

He will never forget the way she opened her hands to block herself behind her, the way she appeared in front of him with a fierce face regardless of her reserve, and the way the two of them were both wounded and embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)