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- People were coming and going on the street, and Oliver stood in the center like a stone statue, incompatible with the surrounding environment.
As a young man, although he is talented in drama, has rich experience in some aspects, and has the experience of traveling far away, similar situations are still beyond the limit of what he can bear. This will be his life in the next few months. The cost!
what to do? What to do when eating? What to do when sleeping?
Countless questions poured into his mind along with emotions of frustration, frustration and anger, making him feel that the sunny afternoon suddenly turned dark, and the noisy crowd around him was indifferent and distant, as if the two sides were not in the same world.
"Damn thief!"
After a long time, Oliver burst out with a howl that shocked the passers-by's legs.
While howling, he held the suitcase tightly with his right hand, fearing that another thief would appear and snatch away the last belongings.
Regardless of everyone¡¯s contempt, amusement, and crazy looks, Oliver vented to his heart¡¯s content. It took him a while to calm down and seriously think about how he should survive.
"Calm down, calm down, Oliver. You have talent, appearance, and strength. You will definitely be able to get through this difficulty." Oliver encouraged himself in a low voice, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to find a way to deal with similar dilemmas from his own experience. And what he watches most are dramas.
"Yes, yes, at this time, I need to find someone who appreciates me, and my new life will start there." He found experience from the drama, clenched his fist and said, "Oliver, your most precious possession is not the wallet you just had. , is your mind. It is the drama script in your suitcase. As long as you take them and go to the drama association to find a gentleman who knows how to appreciate them, you can immediately get a generous reward. "
Having found a solution, Oliver regained his youthful spirit, found a few thick stacks of papers from the suitcase, held them tightly, and while asking for directions, he thought about what he was going to do after he got rich: an elegant and luxurious villa, Submissive and good-looking maids, exquisite and delicious food, and famous wines worth collecting. Beautiful and fiery lover. and, and, "I'm going to hire someone to kill that damn thief!"
Aram Street, where the Drama Association is located, is not far from the city gate. Oliver soon saw the unique building supported by gray and white stone pillars.
He glanced at the mercenary guarding the door. The steps paused. It reminds me of one of the most commonly used plots in dramas. That is, the protagonist was haughtily rejected by the gatekeeper because of his shabby clothes and shabby appearance. As a result, we had to go through more twists and turns to achieve our goals.
"I can't make such a mistake." Oliver felt that he was too smart and thought of this in time, so he walked to the nearby square and combed his hair that had become messy when he vented in the mirror-smooth pool. , then he took out a black turtleneck jacket from the suitcase to replace the dusty clothes on his body. Finally, he took out a white handkerchief, folded it into a flower-like shape, and inserted it into his breast pocket.
"Elegant gentleman." Oliver nodded with satisfaction, carrying his suitcase again and walking towards the door of the Drama Association.
When he arrived at the door, he didn't look sideways, but when the two mercenaries stopped him, he snorted with a condescending look on his face.
The two mercenaries were confused by his calm attitude and outstanding appearance. They thought he was a noble gentleman, so they did not dare to stop him and slowly retreated to their original position.
"Haha, Oliver, you are great! You will definitely succeed!" Oliver praised himself in his heart, quickened his pace, and walked into the door.
"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 picked up by two burly men and threw him down the steps.
"Get out of here, you liar!"
"Arrogant lunatic!"
The two of them cursed each other, and threw Oliver's suitcase and manuscript down. Bang, the suitcase fell to the ground and opened, the clothes flew out, and the manuscripts flew in the air like heavy snowfall.
Watching the pages of the manuscript he regarded as a treasure flying in front of him, falling on his face, and falling into the dust, Oliver briefly became confused, and then shouted angrily: "You will regret it!"
¡°A young drama genius like me will definitely be able to make a big career!
Packing his bags sadly and painfully, Oliver wandered the streets aimlessly, not knowing what he could do or where he could go.
"Find a place to take shelter from the rain tonight. Tomorrow we will go to the city hall, pubs and other places to see if we can find a job." Seeing that the clouds were beginning to gather, Oliver recovered from his depression and said through gritted teeth: "I know how to compose poetry, I can write, and I'm afraid of being hungry."??In Rentat? "
He slowly regained his confidence, found a protruding eaves, and hid under it.
The heavy rain fell, splashing white mist on the ground.
Oliver looked at this scene in a daze, and suddenly became happy: "What I experienced today will be the source of my future drama creation!"
Pain, pain exploded in Oliver's head. He turned around with difficulty and saw a homeless man glaring at him fiercely.
"This is mine!" He pointed under the eaves.
All the anger that Oliver had accumulated today exploded, and he was still a teenager, so he roared: "If I take it, it's mine!" He rushed forward and started fighting with the homeless man.
Suddenly, his expression froze and his eyes lost their brightness. It turned out that another homeless man came behind him and hit him hard on the head with a wooden stick.
¡°Darkness, blood, pain, and cold have always entangled Oliver, making him unable to escape from this unimaginably painful situation.
After trying his best, Oliver suddenly turned over and sat up. The darkness in front of his eyes faded, revealing the dim candlelight.
¡°I, where am I?¡± He muttered to himself as he looked at the simple and narrow hut, feeling his head burning.
"My home." A cold male voice sounded, and the door to the inside opened, and a short, fat, bald man came out, "You have been sold to us."
"What?" Oliver jumped out of the bed in disbelief, and was knocked to the ground by the villain's punch.
"Call the boss. Do you understand?" The bald villain showed off his force, "Shut your mouth and listen to me."
Oliver was knocked unconscious from the beating. He touched the swollen corners of his mouth and looked at the bald villain with some fear.
The bald-headed villain laughed: "You, a foreigner, with no money and no strength, actually dared to conflict with the local homeless people. Hehe, after they knocked you unconscious, they took away your clothes. They sold you to Me. From today on, you are my subordinate. You will not be free until the labor you pay is equal to the money I give."
This villain doesn¡¯t seem too badOliver covered his mouth and said, "What do we do?"
"The person who buried the corpse." The bald evil man said with disgust.
It¡¯s just dawn. The bald villain George took Oliver to the morgue.
"Here are the corpses that have no relatives or money. We are responsible for burying them in the new cemetery. The church and the city hall will give them the reward." George opened the door, and the smell of rotting corpses immediately filled the air, making the past unprecedented. Oliver retched after contact.
There are many cadavers in rags in the morgue. They were all George's men.
"Hey, there are a few more little treasures today." George said exaggeratedly, then walked to the newly delivered corpse and groped carefully, looking for potentially valuable belongings. If the other party's clothes were still intact, he would Just peel it off.
This made Oliver break out in a cold sweat, tremble all over, and felt like he was in hell.
After George finished scraping, he laughed loudly and said: "Boys, it's time to work!"
Oliver reluctantly carried the body to a special carriage. When he touched the cold skin, he almost jumped away. He felt that his hands had become extremely dirty, and it seemed that he was starting to rot.
During the journey from the morgue to the new cemetery, the burial people stayed together, giving Oliver no chance to escape. George, the bald villain, even told him viciously that he had connections in the church and the city hall. If he If he dared to escape, he would bury him directly in the new cemetery.
The new cemetery was filled with the stench of decay, which spread into the city, leaving nearby slums with a similar stench.
"There are all poor people here, and the church pastors will not come here to purify." George complained and ordered Oliver and others to find a place to dig a hole.
This new cemetery has been treated by priests in advance, so the chance of undead creatures appearing is very low, so they feel more at ease.
??Oliver held a shovel and mechanically dug the grave pit. As he dug, white bones suddenly appeared inside, which scared him so much that he took several steps back.
"Has it been buried here?" George touched his bald head, "It's okay, just bury it on top of them." He ordered nonchalantly.
Corpses were thrown down one after another, spades of soil were sprinkled down, and soon, the ground became level again.
George found a tombstone made of wood and inserted it in the center of the cemetery. There were no patterns or epitaphs on it, just a simple cross.
"My life has always been like this?" Oliver was numb amid the rotting smellThinking blankly.
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In a manor in the suburbs, the hall is brightly lit and the smell of delicious food fills the air.
"Who, uh, Vicente, would you like a piece of tobacco? This is the top-quality tobacco from the Kingdom of Buriana?" A fashionably dressed young nobleman with black hair and blue eyes said to Vicente with a smile. There were several light yellow cigarettes in it.
Regardless of his expression or tone, he exudes a condescending arrogance.
Vicente¡¯s face flushed slightly and he shook his head: ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I don¡¯t smoke.¡±
"Oh, you are such a good baby, no wonder Shirley fell in love with you." The young nobleman said sarcastically.
Shirley, who was next to Vicente, took a step forward, raised her head slightly and said, "Yeah, I hate men who drink and smoke and don't have any grace."
After saying that, she pulled Vicente to the table next to her and whispered: "Vicente, don't mind, this is all my fault, I shouldn't force you to come to this banquet."
"It doesn't matter, we are getting married soon. I will face such a thing sooner or later." Vicente thought of his dream and said with high spirits, "I am very calm. I am indeed not a nobleman and cannot enjoy these things since I was a child, but I You will work hard and be better than them so that your life will not be worse in the future.
In the distance, Shirley¡¯s parents watched this scene quietly with indifferent expressions. (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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