"Master, it's a boy!"

Charles felt that he had shrunk. He was so small that he was wrapped in a cradle and held in front of a man.

The man looked down at him and it was his father. He did not seem very happy. He did not welcome his arrival from the beginning.

"Charles-Well, just call this." The father glanced at him again, waved his hand and asked someone to take him away. It was like waving his hand to drive away a kitten or puppy.

Charles couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or lost. He wanted to say something, but opened his mouth but let out a loud baby cry.

"Shut him up!"

He felt that he was hurriedly carried into a room, and the people in the room were busy all the time. He was placed in a soft place. At first he thought it was a bed, but gradually he felt the faint ups and downs under him.

"Good wife...my good wife, please look at him for the last time..." A woman cried and begged in a low voice.

This sentence was not answered. He felt the ups and downs of his breathing became weaker, but he could not control himself from crying.

"Shut him up!" The father's roar could still be heard through the door.

The father outside the door was furious and the mother inside the door was dying. Charles couldn't say which made him more afraid. The fear amplified his crying.

He was wrapped in darkness and fell into a deeper dream.

"If I see you playing with these bugs again, I will twist your head off!"

Charles was caught off guard and was slapped. He covered the cheek on the side of the beaten cheek, and lowered his head with a familiar and obedient one. He seemed to have grown up a little, and was surprised to find that he was wearing his favorite children's leather shoes when he was six years old. A green-backed dung beetle lying in front of the tip of the shoe.

It was called Mr. Genggu. He was also surprised to find that he still remembered its name.

"He was hiding one under the pillow where he was sleeping!" Another older boy was screaming in his ear. It was Richard, his brother.

"You trash!" his father was still yelling. He never seemed to speak softly, "The shame of the family!"

"You trash! The shame of the family!" Richard followed suit.

Charles no longer felt scared, but was a little sad. He didn't remember much when he started getting used to it all.

The air was sticky and wet and cold, and it was close to him, telling him not to breathe.

He was really breathless. The sounds around him came through the lake, twisted and chaotic. Many people were shouting and laughing.

Charles struggled, trying to get up.

But his head was held tightly. Richard refused to let go. He grew up again, but Richard was always bigger, stronger and more powerful than him.

"He is afraid of water! Even water is afraid of water!"

He heard Richard showing off his new discovery. He was right.

Charles accepted calmly. He stopped struggling and let himself sink.

Sink... dark...

A long-legged golden flower worm appeared in front of him. It was so beautiful.

Charles struggled to reach out, but it was always a little bit short of it. He jumped and could catch it with just one jump.

He carefully tiptoed and caught the charming little creature.

However, he suddenly stepped into the air and fell into the smelly cessation pit. Many people watched and pointed at him with a smile.

"Beetle Boy!" They formed a circle and made a noise, "Beetle Boy Charles, swim in the cesspool!"

Swimming? No...he won't...

Fear hit again, and he felt like he was sinking again. He convinced himself that the golden flower worm had finally got it. When he looked closely, he found that it was actually a dead green-backed dung beetle.

Mr. Genggu. It died again.

Although he continued to grow, grew taller, and his hands and feet grew longer, he still couldn't protect it.

Sorry, Mr. Genggu... Sorry...

He should hit them. He should hit them hard.

But he dared not. He was a useless waste. The shame of the family.

Charles is not afraid of his father's beating or scolding, his brother's eyes rolling, or he is not afraid of others ridicule.

He was afraid of death. He clearly remembered the feeling of his breathing slowly stopping. It was really hopeless.

"Help! Help!"

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and waved his hands to call for help.

Someone reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him up and dragged him to the edge of a warm fire. Charles held his knees and shrank in front of the fire, still shivering from the cold.

"Mr. Genggu will die with his eyes open."

He heard the man sighing unhappily.

He was a little worried and wary inside. The man was pressed to the ground by Old Joe on the first day of his arrival and was beaten all over his body. He hid behind the door and watched everything happen quietly. He found Charles and knew that he had been peeking.

Charles had known his name as William Thomas, and he was Arthur's nephew. He looked very similar to his uncle.

This guy seems to have an attractive magic, golden, as bright and dazzling as the sun. Charles once fantasized about being such a person, and was surrounded by praise from everyone and admiration from girls.

This is really enviable.

The darkness seemed to be removed by the atmosphere brought by this guy. Charles was immersed in the golden light and fell asleep with satisfaction.

He continued to fall in his dream. This time he fell between the sails. The sound of wind and everyone exclaimed, and his eyes were spinning. Everyone looked up and watched him roll down thrillingly, but the guy rushed to the mainmast in a hurry to try to do something.

The soft white sail spread gently, wrapping him in it like a swaddle.

He heard William argue with Old Joe.

"Your boss didn't tell you that he was a Norman's child? If something really happens, it's enough for you to drink a pot."

If he knew his true circumstances in the Norman family, he would definitely be disappointed. Is this guy always so confident?

Charles opened his eyes and saw the whip handed by Old Joe in front of him. He prayed in a low voice and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Don't be a cowardly boy anymore.

Charles mustered up the courage to swing a whip and hit Old Qiao on the calves. The terrible punishment came immediately. Old Qiao snatched the whip with his hands and whipped Charles' back with a horizontal whip.

The perplexing pain made him faint instantly. His soul was unexpectedly happy and relaxed, as if the butterfly finally broke out of the cocoon, spreading its wrinkled wings for the first time with a slightly novelty.

Yes, wings. The beetles have two pairs of wings. The forefingers are hard horny, and the hind wings are transparent, wide and soft, and are usually hidden under the thick forefingers. This does not mean that they will not fly.

Charles remembered the feeling of flying in the air. He was chasing the bright and shining silver light - a strange pendant called "Regurus", a gadget that guy was particularly precious.

He stretched out his hand to it, treating it as a long-legged golden flower worm.

He knew that the sea was below. He also knew that he could not swim.
Chapter completed!