Mage's Secret

Traphael didn't know when those people stopped their hands. Anyway, the pain was always there, his eyes were dark, and his ears were buzzing.Then, he felt that his arms were tied with ropes.

He barely raised his head, and what he saw was a pair of shiny riding boots, and the back in a straight uniform—it was the guards in the city. He had seen these people beat a stealing slum man alive on the street from a distance. die.

The man tied the other end of the rope to the saddle, Traphael understood what he was going to do, his eyes widened because of fear, his voice was hoarse just now and he couldn't make a sound, he could only tremble his lips and make a rush gasp.

He twisted his hands eagerly, but he could only make red marks on his wrists, but he couldn't break free.

It wasn't until the man got on his horse that he finally fell into complete despair—was he not killed, but dragged to death?Regardless of whether he survived when he was dragged back, in the absence of clean water and medicine, he suffered such extensive abrasions and eventually died of wound infection.

Lying on the ground, he could clearly see the well-dressed passers-by with expressions of indifference or disgust, as well as those exquisite, gorgeous and neat buildings.All of this was reflected in his narrowed pupils, distorted into weird and terrifying shapes by the tears floating in his eyes.

He looked up and saw the guard turned on his horse, then closed his eyes fiercely, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, across his dirty face, and into his ears.

Then he heard one of the most grateful and unforgettable voices in his life, a loud and majestic voice calling out, "What are you doing?!"

Traphael heard another voice saying flatteringly, "Mr. Knight, I'm about to drag this pariah back to where he should go."

"Do you mean to kill him? He's only a child!" said the first voice.

Traphael heard loud footsteps coming towards him, he opened his eyes and saw a tall knight in silver armor walking towards him.

The knight came to him, knelt down and untied the rope around his wrist, and pulled him up.Traphael saw strange flame-like patterns engraved on the shoulders of the knight's armor. Traphael didn't know that it was the logo of the defending cavalry, but thought it was very beautiful.

Because of the pain on his body, Traphael was a little unsteady, his knees were weak and he wanted to sit back, but was pulled back by the knight.The stains on his body covered the bruises from the beating. The knight didn't know that he had just experienced a terrible beating. He only felt that the boy was too thin and lacked physical strength, so he patted his head and said, "Man Children need to be strong, and they will become stronger by exercising more at ordinary times."

Traphael clutched the corner of his clothes tightly. The gentle tone of the knight made him brave enough to look up into the knight's eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Then, can I become as strong as you?"

The knight laughed loudly and said, "Then you have to work hard!"

So Traphael also grinned.

The knight patted his head again and said, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Traphael nodded, endured the pain and followed the knight, but couldn't catch up with him and almost fell down.The knight reacted very quickly. He pulled him up, frowned and said, "This is impossible." He put him on his shoulders at once, supported the saddle with one hand, and got on the horse.

The horse ran quite smoothly, and Traphael was placed in front of the knight.He held onto the knight's arm tightly. This was his first time riding a horse, and his whole heart was about to pop out of his mouth as the horse jolted. Even the pain in his body didn't make him excited.

Just as the horse was about to run into the slums, there was the sound of horseshoes and shouts from behind the knight: "Jeffrey!"

The knight pulled the rein to stop the horse, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

A man came riding a big brown horse, wearing armor with the same pattern as that of the knight named Jeffrey, and he said anxiously: "The commander of the knight is getting everyone together, there is an urgent task, you hurry up!" follow me."

Jeffrey's expression also became serious, he looked down at Trafael and asked: "Sorry, I may not be able to send you home, but this is already the border of the slums, you can go back by yourself ?"

Not wanting to cause any trouble for Jeffrey, Traphael nodded vigorously.

Geoffrey stroked his hair, hugged him off the horse, and rode away with the later knight.

Traphael stood still and looked at the direction Jeffrey left. He didn't feel the pain again until he could no longer see anyone.He barely held himself up to prevent himself from falling, and slowly scrambled to the wall and sat down while leaning against the wall.Now he doesn't have enough strength to support him to go home, he wants to rest here for a while.

But he soon regrets it, because he hears the laughter of the ghetto kids who always bully him, one of the last sounds he wants to hear.

The owners of those voices soon found him, and they yelled in surprised voices: "Look! Isn't this little Lal? Why are you sitting here alone? Come and play with us!"

The so-called "play" is a unilateral bullying of Trafael.

Traphael leaned on the wall and wanted to stand up, but failed after several attempts. These people made his already unstable legs even weaker.He cried and begged for mercy in a low voice: "No, please..."

His reaction made the children laugh, and they continued to approach Traphael, who was weeping and slumped on the ground, and one of them had reached out and pulled his hair.At this time, a voice sounded from outside the crowd: "Let him go!"

Traphael was quite familiar with this voice, it was his brother, Ovie.Ovi was eight years older than Raphael, and was already 22 years old. He was a stronger young man than this group of children.

When those people turned their heads and saw him, they muttered: "What, it's so boring." They dispersed together.

Traphael looked up at Ovi in ​​amazement, as if he saw some monster. After all, Ovi had never done anything to care about him or protect him before.

But Ovi seemed to be in a good mood. He walked up to Trafael and helped him up. Seeing that he couldn't stand still, he asked, "You got beaten again?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he hugged Traphael horizontally, and walked home with him like this, and even gave him a piece of hard bread after putting Traphael back on the bed.

He chewed hard dry bread, drank the cold, earthy-smelling water Ovie poured him, and then secretly hid in the bed and cried all night.

It was the only time Traphael could remember feeling family affection.

It wasn't until a few days later that Ovi was dragged out by the guards and beaten to death on the streets of the slums. Traphael didn't know that Ovi had become a thief. He ransacked the home of a rich businessman that day, so he was in such a good mood.But in order to wait for the girl he likes, he didn't leave the city as soon as possible, and he didn't expect that the guards would solve the case so quickly under the pressure of the rich businessman who had contacts with the city lord, so he was blocked at home and ended up like this.

For things like the son being beaten to death, their mother returned to her usual numbness after shedding a few tears, while their father was still gambling and drinking, as if he didn't know about such things.

Only the girl Ovi liked was crying on top of his corpse despite everyone's obstruction, and then was dragged away by the guards. Since then, no one has seen her return to the slums.

Traphael's older sister, five years older, was a beautiful and precocious girl.Since she was 15 years old, she rarely goes home, and rarely returns to the slums.

Some people have seen her in the middle area, wearing neat and decent clothes, shopping with different men. Some people say that she has become a prostitute, and some people say that she has become someone else's mistress.But what was the truth, Traphael has never been able to know, at first because he didn't ask, and later because he didn't have the chance to ask again.

When he was 15 years old, he escaped from the home and city where he was born, and never saw his family members again.