People came and went on the street, and Oliver stood in the center like a stone statue, out of tune with the surrounding environment.
As a teenager, although he is talented in drama, has rich experience in some aspects, and has the experience of traveling abroad, similar situations are still beyond the limit he can bear. This will be his life in the next few months Fee!
what to do? What about eating? What about sleeping
Countless questions flooded into his mind accompanied by frustration, depression and anger, which made him feel that the sunny afternoon suddenly turned dark, and the noisy crowd around him were indifferent and alienated, as if the two sides were not in the same world.
"Damn thief!"
After a long time, Oliver let out a howl that stunned passers-by.
While howling, he held the suitcase tightly with his right hand, for fear that another thief would appear and snatch the last of his belongings away.
Regardless of everyone's contempt, amused and lunatic eyes, Oliver vented to his heart's content, and it took him a while to calm down and seriously think about how he should live.
"Calm down, calm down, Oliver, you have talent, good looks, and strength, and you will definitely be able to overcome this difficulty." Oliver encouraged himself in a low voice, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to find a way to deal with similar predicaments from his own experience, And what he watched the most was a drama.
"Yes, yes, at this time, I need to find someone who appreciates me, and my new life will start from there." He found experience from the drama, and said with fists, "Oliver, your most precious possession is not the wallet just now , it’s your mind, it’s the drama scripts in your suitcase. Just take them and go to the drama association to find a gentleman who knows how to appreciate them, and you can get a huge reward immediately.”
Having found a way, Oliver regained his spirit as a young man, and found a few thick stacks of papers from the suitcase. Holding them tightly, while asking for directions, Xiao thought about what he was going to do when he got rich: elegant and luxurious villas, obedient and beautiful maids, and exquisite and delicious food. Great wine to treasure, a beautiful, fiery lover, and, and, "I'm going to have someone kill that damn thief!"
Alam Avenue, where the Drama Association is located, is not far from the gate of the city, and Oliver quickly saw the unique building supported by gray and white stone pillars.
He glanced at the mercenaries guarding the door, paused in his footsteps, and remembered one of the most frequently used plots in dramas, that is, the protagonist was dressed in rags. The appearance is shabby. To be haughtily turned away by the gatekeepers. As a result, I had to achieve the goal with more twists and turns and more grief and indignation.
"I can't make such a mistake." Oliver felt that he was too smart and thought of this in time, so he walked towards the nearby square. He combed the hair that had become messy when he vented just now by the mirror-smooth pool, and then took out a black high-necked jacket from the suitcase. Instead of the dusty clothes on his body, he finally took out a white handkerchief, folded it into a flower shape, and inserted it into his breast pocket.
"Elegant gentleman." Oliver nodded in satisfaction, and carried his suitcase back to the gate of the Drama Association.
When he arrived at the door, he didn't look sideways, but when two mercenaries stopped him, he snorted condescendingly.
The two mercenaries were confused by his calm attitude and outstanding appearance, thinking that he was a noble gentleman, so they didn't dare to stop him, and slowly backed away.
"Haha, Oliver, you are amazing! You will definitely succeed!" Oliver praised himself in his heart, quickened his pace, and walked into the gate.
"Hey, hey! I tell you, I will be the greatest playwright in the future! You can't be so rude!"
A few minutes later, Oliver was framed by two burly men who threw him directly from the steps.
"Go away, liar!"
"A cocky lunatic!"
The two cursed respectively, and threw Oliver's suitcase and manuscript down, and the suitcase fell to the ground and opened, and the clothes flew out, and the manuscripts were scattered like heavy snowfall.
Seeing the pages of his precious manuscripts flying in front of him, falling on his face, and falling into the dust, Oliver became dazed for a moment, and then roared angrily: "You will regret it!"
I am such a young drama genius, I am sure I can make a big career!
Desolately packed, Oliver wandered the streets aimlessly, not knowing what he could do, not knowing where he could go.
"Look for a place to shelter from the rain tonight, and go to the city hall, pubs and other places tomorrow to see if you can find a job." Oliver saw that the clouds were beginning to gather, so he recovered from his depression, gritted his teeth and said: "I know how to create poetry, I know how to write, and I am afraid of starving to death in Rentat?"
He slowly regained his confidence, found a protruding eaves, and hid under it.
Crashing, the heavy rain fell, splashing white mist on the ground.
Oliver looked at such a scene in a daze, and suddenly became happy: "My experience today will be the source of my future drama creation!"
Slap, the pain exploded in Oliver's head, he turned around with difficulty, and saw a homeless man staring at him fiercely.
"This is mine!" He pointed under the eaves.
All the anger Oliver had accumulated today exploded, and he was still a teenager, so he roared angrily: "I take it, it's mine!" and rushed forward, fighting with the homeless man.
Suddenly, his expression froze and his eyes lost their luster. It turned out that another homeless man came behind him and gave him a severe blow on the head with a wooden stick.
Darkness, blood, pain, and cold have always entangled Oliver, making him unable to get rid of this unimaginable painful situation.
After doing his best, Oliver suddenly turned over and sat up, the darkness in front of his eyes subsided, revealing the dim candlelight.
"Me, where am I?" He looked at the simple and narrow hut and muttered to himself, feeling a burning pain in his head.
"My house." A cold male voice sounded, the door leading to the inside opened, and a short, stout, bald man came out, "You have been sold to us."
"What?" Oliver jumped off the bed in disbelief, and was knocked to the ground by the villain's punch.
"Call the boss, understand?" The bald man flaunted his force. "Shut up and listen to me."
Oliver was beaten into a daze, touched the swollen corner of his mouth, and looked at the bald man with some fear.
The bald man let out a hey: "You are a foreigner. You have no money and strength, and you dare to clash with the local homeless. Hey, after they knocked you out, they took your clothes and sold you to Me, starting today, you will be my subordinate, and you will not be free until the labor you pay is equal to the money I give you."
This villain doesn't seem too bad... Oliver covered the corner of his mouth and said, "What do we do?"
"The man who buried the corpse." The bald man said with some disgust.
Just after dawn, George, the bald-headed villain, took Oliver to the morgue.
"Here are the corpses who have no relatives or no money. We are responsible for burying them in the new cemetery, and the payment is given by the church and the city hall." George pushed open the door. The stench of rotting corpses permeated immediately. It made Oliver, who had never been in contact before, retch again and again.
There are still many burial men in tattered clothes in the morgue. They are all George's men.
"Hey, there are several more babies today." George said exaggeratedly, and then walked in front of the newly delivered corpse. Feel around carefully, looking for possible valuable property. If the other party's clothes are still intact, he will peel them off directly.
Seeing this, Oliver broke out in a cold sweat and trembled all over, feeling like he was in hell.
After George finished shaving, he laughed loudly and said, "Boys, it's time to work!"
Oliver reluctantly carried the corpse to a dedicated carriage. When he touched the cold skin, he almost jumped away, feeling that his hands became extremely dirty, as if even himself began to rot.
During the journey from the mortuary to the new cemetery, the burial people stayed together and did not give Oliver a chance to escape. The bald man George even told him viciously that he had connections in the church and the city hall. If he dared to escape, he dared to bury him directly in the new cemetery.
The new cemetery was filled with a stench of putrefaction, which wafted into the city and kept the nearby poor areas in a similar stench.
"There are poor people here, so the pastors of the church will not come to purify." George complained, and ordered Oliver and others to find a place to dig a hole.
This new cemetery has been handled by the priests in advance, so the chance of undead creatures appearing is very low, so they are more at ease.
Oliver took a shovel and dug the grave numbly. As he dug, white bones suddenly appeared inside, which scared him back a few steps.
"Has it been buried here?" George touched his bald head, "It's okay, just bury them on top of them." He ordered indifferently.
The corpses were thrown down one by one, and a shovelful of soil was sprinkled down. Soon, the ground became level again.
George found a tombstone made of wood and inserted it in the center of the cemetery. There was no pattern on it, no epitaph, and only a crude cross.
"My life has always been like this?" Amid the rotten smell, Oliver thought numbly.
…
In a manor on the outskirts, the hall is brightly lit, and the smell of food is permeating.
"Then who, uh, Vicente, would you like one? This is the top-quality tobacco from the Kingdom of Briana?" A stylishly dressed young nobleman with dark hair and blue eyes smiled at Vicente, holding There are a few light yellow cigarettes in it.
Regardless of his expression or tone of voice, he exudes a condescending arrogance.
Vicente's face flushed slightly, and he shook his head: "Sorry, I don't smoke."
"Yo, what a good baby, no wonder Shirley has taken a fancy to you." The young nobleman said sarcastically.
Shirley next to Vicente took a step forward, raised her head slightly and said, "Yeah, I hate men who drink, smoke and have no manners."
After finishing speaking, she pulled Vicente to the table next to her and said in a low voice, "Vicente, don't mind, it's all my fault, I shouldn't force you to come to this banquet."
"It doesn't matter, we are going to get married soon, I will face such a thing sooner or later." Vicente thought of his dream, and said vigorously, "I am very frank, I am indeed not a nobleman, and I cannot enjoy these things since childhood, but I I will work hard and be better than them, so that your future life will not be worse.
In the distance, Shirley's parents watched this scene quietly, with extremely indifferent expressions.