When it was getting dark, the Porter's carriage appeared in front of the hotel again. When he got on the carriage, it was the young man with a sluggish eyes who opened the door for Clossi. After his story, he passed a lot of time for himself. Another disease was entangled with a bad temper and his mother wanted to raise him. Clossi boldly threw five greats.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the hanging boy. After a moment, he looked up at the carriage gradually moving away. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his companions' eyes were full of jealousy and greed.

The Porter family, which is a big business, has a underground black dance hall in St. Capital. The so-called small program is to arrange an indecent singing and dancing performance for Clossi and his party. The content is... very evil, powerful, violent, uh... very good.

The beauty in the world of the world of the Great Sword is still very pleasing to the eye. She can't cover anything and dances with 0 people. She is also very fond of Clossi's appetite. Isn't it just public level 0? She has been public in her previous life. She should eat, drink, and has no burden!

Unlike the slightly cramped Almaia, Clossi seemed quite calm in this scene. Although he didn't have the ability, "beauty" was a very advantageous creature. He held his beautiful face and trembled his fragrant sisters in a few words. In the blink of an eye, he mingled with the waves of orioles and swallows, which shocked the two of them who came together, and thought that some of their abilities were indeed coming with the tools.

Clossi was like a little bee picking flowers, flying left and right, and there was a lot of laughter and making fun everywhere, flying~~~Flying~~...

Oh, Maiya is so jealous. Al, Al is married! He is extremely loyal to his wife...

Outside the underground black dance hall with bright lights, white snowflakes fell quietly...

Not far from Clossi's hotel, a dark and humid alley was located. The faint lights from the windows of nearby residents' homes seemed to be destroyed at any time. Unlike the flat and clean avenue, it was narrow, dirty and chaotic, and smelled like a place where crimes were prone to occur in movies and comics. Then... a robbery was going on deep in the alley...

"Try not to slap him in the face, beat him up hard elsewhere!"

"You dare to resist us! You will definitely beat him half to death this time!"

‘Puff...bang...bang' fists and kicks and excited screams came from the alley from time to time. Several young men in coarse cloth surrounded a thin figure and punched and kicked. The weak body of the young man surrounded him was curled up on the cold ground without saying a word, and his pair of green eyes without focal length quietly hit the people surrounding him, with no waves.

"Bang" kicked the other person's abdomen hard and gave him a muffled groan. It seemed that the young man from the leader of the besieger bent down and picked up a cloth bag the size of a palm-sized slap from the ground, and a smug smile appeared on his handsome face. If Clossi had probably recognized him as one of the attendants here, he had just changed the clean and tidy waiter's uniform into a worn-out coarse cloth shirt.

"Isn't it better to hand it over on your own initiative?" Yaowu stepped on the other party's always expressionless face with a gloomy smile: "I told you a long time ago. I will give it to us if I receive the money, otherwise I will be polite to you!" No matter how I hit the other party, I always had the same half-death virtue, and I rarely spoke, let alone screaming and begging for mercy, which made him much less fun in beating people.

‘Bangbangbang…’ kicked the other party a few more times. The boy looked at the pupils without focal length and snorted coldly: “Remember this lesson, I won’t let you go next time I won’t be so cheap!” After that, he called a few companions with a smile to the slightly better light place, opened the cloth bag to seal it, and looked at the metal with charming luster inside, and his expression was as greedy as a jackal.

The red liquid flowing out of the nasal cavity melted the snow pads under her body, surrounded by scattered footprints. The boy turned his neck and looked at the green eyes at several increasingly blurred figures not far away, and he climbed up with difficulty.

"Wow~~~!" The boy who got a surprise bonus and was discussing with several companions about where to go to a happy life screamed and was knocked to the ground by the figure staggering after staggering behind him. A stone held by a scarred hand hit him again and again.

Several companions of the robber were hesitating whether to come forward to help. The weak boy slowly raised his head, holding the still bloody stone in his hand, and his fierce and crazy eyes like wild beasts made them lose their last courage.

This is the capital of the Holy City, this is a city named after God. The towers stand to praise God. The bells ringing are praises to God. Everything here is dedicated to God. This is the capital of the Holy City, this is La Bole. For those who have nothing but endless suffering, and even have hopes and dreams?

People living in the social class do not have many choices. Some choose to go with the flow, some choose to struggle to resist, some choose to die silently, and where is the path that belongs to them...

The snow fell silently all night. In the early morning, Xisuo and Pan opened the door, breathed the cold air, walked out of their residence and walked through a snow-covered alley, heading towards the most prosperous area of ​​the capital.

As a source of income to maintain his and his mother's survival, the work of the Porter Hotel waiter will not slackew until the mother who is irritable and paranoid but is the only relative in the world's world's death.

The descendants of the nobles...? Mom is immersed in sweet memories. She placed her dreams on me when she was young. It seems that she never thought about how children under ten years old can live in the capital with their mothers in the hospital bed in the city, in this city where there is only endless suffering for those who have nothing.

Touching the new wounds left by his angry mother on her face last night, Xisuo's eyes were numb and calm. It was just a ridiculous reason for being accused of abandoning the demeanor that the nobles should have in order to protect the source of food. The endless scolding and beatings have become a part of his life. He... has long been used to it, and even so rude that he forgot how to seek relief.

On the way where Xisuo advanced, several worn-out cloth boots stomped on the snow on the ground anxiously, making a rustling sound. When he noticed that five or six young men with bad expressions were already blocked by the way behind him, the road behind him was blocked by several figures.

"You injured my brother yesterday!" A tall and strong young man walked up to Xisuo and looked at him with a condescending light. The triangular eyes flashed with malicious light, and his thumbs were pointed behind him. The person standing there was the hotel colleague who was the leader who was planning to rob him last night. He was wrapped in bandages on his head and looked fierce. His hands holding each other made a sound of "Kaba Kaba".

Every day, his mother forced the young Xisuo to bear the noble side that he could not bear, but the cruelty of real life wiped out the noble side of his heart every day. In the endless recurrence, the enthusiasm and hope of life were gradually erased, and the only thing left was a heavy and hopeless life like a walking corpse. Xisu hated the word aristocrat, which was equivalent to endless despair to him.

"Blow him hard! As long as you don't beat him to death directly!"

"Let those disobedient guys know what to do to resist us!" The tall and strong young man shouted with his brother in the chaos of the street.

On the right path not far away, a luxurious carriage with the Porter family emblem on the door was parked there. Closey, who was lying on the window, had his chin on his back, and his blue pupils flashed with interest. He looked at the scene on the street: the attacker seemed to be the awkward look of the hotel. Several young men were still fighting back with all their might when they were obviously unable to attack. Although the powerless counterattack would only bring ten times more violent punches, he did not stop because of this...

It felt like taking life as a test. He knew he could not take a step back while surrounded. On the contrary, he took the initiative to attack desperately. He was indeed very brave. He might not be crazy. He had a very bad temper, an interesting guy. Clossi curled the corners of his mouth and didn't know what he was thinking.

He looked out of the window and found that there were only ordinary fights in the city every day. He didn't understand why his lord was interested. Al fulfilled his obligation to remind him: "The time is almost over. Clossi, it would be very rude to be late for a guest."

"Oh." A casual response, Clossi waved his fingers, and the carriage gradually faded away, leaving two faint ruts on the snow.

Under countless heavy fists and feet, Xisuo crawled to the ground, and his strength quickly lost with the increasing burning and pain. His vision, hearing, and touch gradually blurred. The consciousness that was about to dissipate was like the gloomy sky where snowflakes kept falling, becoming darker and dizzy.

Xisuo fell to the ground, with blood dripping on his head, nostrils, and mouth scattered with blood stained the white snow pads under him. The people who besieged him had left at some point, but he had no strength to get up. The snowflakes fell quietly, and for a short time, they had half-covered their motionless body on the ground...

Before I knew it, I had no expression or feeling... I couldn't move my body, and I no longer had pain, cold or hunger. I might just be buried alive by snow, and my mind was becoming more and more slowly and vague.

Just leaving quietly like this, maybe it's not that bad, maybe... it'll be more comfortable...

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These two chapters are laid out for the future, and may not be effective in the near future.

Just like his name, the enthusiastic Xisuo classmate...well, I don't think there should be few who don't know.
Chapter completed!