Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 6

"If you do, you won't be able to catch up when the sun is fully up the next day. If you're not lucky enough to be bought by a sadist... allow me to pity you." Sean's previous driver That's what the boy said.

Now that the sun was high in the sky, Sean stood alone in the Levins' library, looking for the information he needed.The sadist who bought Sheen even allowed him to be alone in the library.

Sheen doesn't thank Medanzo; the difference between total restriction of freedom and small areas of freedom is like whether a crocodile weeps before eating.Moreover, he can only walk barefoot in pajamas, without pockets and shoes - which means he cannot hide weapons on his body.

"They will let you wear pajamas, because it will prevent you from escaping. More importantly, pajamas are very easy to take off; of course, it is not as good as wearing nothing at all." The boy's words suddenly sounded in Sean's mind.He shook his hand and almost tore the pages of the book.

It's hard to imagine that someone would tell such a thing in that kind of longing voice, as if being played by nobles is the most honored thing in his life.Sean shook his head, he couldn't understand that kind of psychology.As long as he thought about what Mei Danzuo bought him for, he wanted to jump up and hit the other person's head against the wall.

After calming down, Sean continued to read.This is a book similar to a city travel guide, listing all the transportation stations in the city, even whether it is a horse-drawn carriage or a steam engine bus is marked in detail.It also records the routes and schedules of all steam-powered mobile buildings in the city.In Sean's eyes, these are the aids for his escape.

At six o'clock sharp on Friday afternoon, mobile service agencies that only provide convenience for nobles will pass by here.It was a well-structured steam-powered building, without human control, and it operated completely automatically. The servants of the noble family took what they needed when it stopped moving.It would be a good way to escape, even if it meant he would suffer in this place for a few more days.

After that, it is the real means of transportation.Sean compared the two maps before and after, and found the transportation station that the mobile building's running route passed.He finally decided to take a carriage.There were too many people on the bus, and he dared not take the risk.

Although I don't have any coins on me now, the guys standing guard outside have them.

Sean turned to the shelves of history books.He must know what happened in the past 50 years. After all, outside the cage, there is a familiar yet unfamiliar country waiting for him to know again.

Sean found the book he needed.The title page is a word of thanks, and the praise almost overflows from the beautiful cursive font: "We never thought that there would be such a group of noble and wise people to save our country and people. Think about it, In the past 60 years, who made the country beautiful! They overthrew the feudal and decadent imperial power, drove out the despicable invaders, and suppressed the despicable mobs..."

Sean flipped to the table of contents; the words did nothing but make him sick.He looked at the page number of the "National Restructuring" entry, and turned backwards by feeling.After that, Sean looked at the two lines of abrupt large characters on the page, and he didn't know what expression to make.

The first line is almost flattering: "Give him a knife or a sword and he can destroy whole countries."

Immediately afterwards, the author wrote: "Sheehan: The Shame of the Steel City."

The City of Steel is the current capital and the city where Sean is located. It was built on top of the former royal capital and surrounding villages, including Sean's hometown.

Sean was surprised by this.He knew that the nobles wouldn't like him, but he didn't expect these people to write a chapter about themselves, just to be able to criticize them.He has been described as a guy that no juvenile correctional school can save, no prison can't trap, and it seems that only immediate execution can guarantee the safety of the noble class—that is, the "hope of the country"—.

I wonder what the "Hope of the Nation" was thinking when I led the rescue of useless nobles.

Unpleasant vignettes aside, this book has something for Sheen.He was about to finish reading it, but someone walked in and told him it was time for dinner.

The valet sees Sean only as a frail puppet of average appearance.He was about to go out after speaking, but saw the other party slipped and fell to the ground.The male servant came closer to help, but the other party said "No thanks" and got up.He watched the other party walk away first, and then found that the coins in his pocket had disappeared.

"Hey, you! Stop!"

Sean stopped and turned around, his eyes widened slightly because of doubt, the dark red pupils were as beautiful as jewels, and the innocent expression made the servant feel ashamed.He looked at the opponent's hands and found that the opponent's hands were empty.Knowing that he had wronged the other party, he bowed: "Sorry, please go ahead."

Sean walked out quickly.Turning the corner, he took out the two coins in his mouth and held them tightly in his palm.

routes; coins; knives of any size; flintlocks.

The route is in his mind, and the coins have already been obtained.Now, it is enough to work hard for the latter two things.

That night, Sean found that the goddess of luck was far away from him again.

When Mei Danzuo came back from the military headquarters, he only said one sentence to him: "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. Right now."

The man was in a bad mood—Sean was quick to judge.The mask-like perfect and false smile on the other party's face disappeared, replaced by a slightly wrinkled brow.The other party didn't even ask the servants to come in to take off his uniform jacket, but he quickly unbuttoned his belt and threw the uniform aside in a lacklustre manner.

Sean stood still and made a serious suggestion: "Since you are so hungry and thirsty, why not use your noble hand to solve it yourself?"

When Sean saw the opponent raised his hand, he immediately jumped aside, but his shoulder was still hit by the opponent's magic attack.Sean stared at the other person tensely, and at the same time glanced at the wound on his shoulder from the corner of his eye.The clothes were torn, and a long and narrow scar was added to the shoulder, and the skin at the edge of the wound began to turn black and scorched.

This spell is unique to the Levin family.In his previous life, Sean had seen James use this to attack others, and the death of that person was like being struck by lightning while driving on a rainy day; he himself experienced it once before his death.This magic spell is powerful, but it is difficult to master, and you have to keep your body still and brew for a long time before using it.

In Sean's memory, James had been brewing for much longer than Medanzo; this was the first time he realized that the guy in front of him was not a vase.He rarely praised sincerely: "That is one of the most powerful magic attacks I have ever seen."

Medan Zuo responded with a smile: "Of course, if I want to kill you, you are already a lump of coke."

The two engage in a terribly unfair melee: when Sean gets punched, he hurts; when he punches, he still hurts because of that damned pact.Coupled with the fact that his physical condition is too weak, even if he was the strongest fighter, it is impossible for him to win against Metatron.

So the current situation has been formed.Sean was forced to lie face down on the bed, with a gun stuck to the back of his head, and his clothes had been ripped off.The only cover on him now was what bound his arms behind his back, and now they were making his wrists tingle.

"My friend is right, you are not a pet dog; you should be a wolf in the wilderness. You may be unlucky to meet me, but who made you attract me?" Medanzuo murmured, his gun muzzled. It slid down against Sean's back and ended up between his hips. "You're so stubborn. If you don't want me here, do you want it?"

"It's a pity, I can't understand the perverted way of thinking." Sean gritted his teeth and responded, trembling with anger at the humiliation he received.He had just finished speaking when he heard gunshots, a burning pain in his left shoulder, and a shock from the pillow under his head.Medanzo fired, and the bullet grazed Sean's shoulder and into the pillow.

Sean had to admit that the shot was very accurate.If it goes up a little more, one's head will be hit; if it goes down a little, one's shoulder will be shot through.

Medanzo threw the gun aside and said with a smile, "You see, I really don't like being offended, and I don't like abusing people, because I get excited about it."

Sean didn't catch the other's meaning quickly; he was out of the situation when the other's body pressed against his back, tearing at the flesh from his shoulder wound like a beast.However, Sean couldn't help but understand when he felt something against his ass getting harder.

"Why are you struggling? This is your current job, and it is your only value. They didn't teach you, so you should obey me?" Medanzuo pushed Sean, who was struggling vigorously, back to the bed, and whispered with his lips next to the other's ear Said: "However, I like you very much, so I let you choose. If you don't want to use the back, use your mouth."

If you like other people in this way, then I really feel sorry for the one you love. "I'd rather die straight away."

"That's easy, I can even help you." Medanzuo stopped suppressing Sean; he stood up. "But that girl in the textile factory..."

Sean suddenly turned over and sat up, staring at each other without saying a word.

"You thought I was just lying to you, so I kept silent. Unfortunately, I know everything. She is your adopter, ten years older than you. She lives in the first house on Third Street in the poor district, It’s a shabby legacy left by my parents. I go out at five o’clock every morning, because the factory requires me to be ready for work by six o’clock. She was pestered by a hooligan recently, and you repelled her…”

"There's no need to say any more." Sean interrupted the other party palely: "How do you know?"

"You don't understand? Oh, I almost forgot, you lost your memory because of an accident ten days ago." Medanzuo smiled at him while sitting on a chair: "Everyone's information in this city is kept in the government steam The difference machine, and the staff there have a lot of respect for the Levins. It couldn't be easier for me to find out about your past life."

Sean tried to calm himself down. "Watching others throw their dignity on the ground for you to trample on, does it satisfy you?"

"You're right." Medanzuo unbuttoned his pants, "Now, come and kneel down."

Sean took a deep breath and walked slowly, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife.When he knelt down, the hands tied behind him were clenched too tightly, and the skin on the palm was almost torn by the nails.

Sean dared to swear that this was the most humiliating moment for him in his two lifetimes combined, and it was also the first time he wanted to kill someone so much.

Seeing Sean's hesitation and resentment, Mei Danzuo smiled and slowly lifted the other's chin. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I don't like men. I would be happier if it were your sister. She is a very beautiful woman, although she is an old girl. If you die..."

"I can't see you, a scum, go to hell with my own eyes, how could I be willing to die?" Sean said in a low voice.

To this, Medanzo's response was to press the back of Sean's head with his hands, and send his hard|hard parts to the other's mouth. "It doesn't matter if you are inexperienced, you will have many opportunities to practice. If your teeth touch it, I will pull them out one by one."

The idea of ​​dying together reappeared in Sean's mind, and was expelled by him himself.He must live, escape, and take revenge.

He closed his eyes, opened his mouth to hold the top of the ugly organ, and moved mechanically.The man's smell made Sean sick, his naked body knelt between the other's legs in a forced submission posture, and the two wounds on his body were still oozing blood; all this gave him the illusion of being in hell.

The service he received was not enough, so Medanzuo began to create pleasure with his own movements.Realizing that the other party wanted to hide, he reached out and pressed the back of Sean's head, and pushed deeper into the other party's mouth like punishment.

Shane felt like throwing up.The opponent's organs continued to swell in his mouth, and the salty liquid oozed from the top and entered his mouth.His tongue was too tired to move, and some sadist had started twitching back and forth on its own.Sean wanted to bite off the thing in his mouth, but it was a pity that now his throat was about to be filled, and it was impossible to shut up and bite hard.

Maybe he was indeed in hell.

The organ in the mouth was released suddenly.Before Sean could be thankful that it was finally over, he choked on the thick liquid rushing down the back of his throat.He lay on his side and kept retching, trying to spit out the thing, not even caring about how Medanzo would react.

If I don't escape, then I will live in hell; if I don't kill the person who caused all this, then someone will always live in hell.