Chapter 199 Halle
The mute has no name.
Because slaves are not worthy of being given names.
The mute is not actually mute.
Just because he didn't talk often, he was always called a dumb by others. Over time, he began to call himself a dumb.
In fact, the mute was not a slave at first.
His parents were both retainers of a minor noble family in a remote city-state in the New Victory Empire, so he was born a servant of this noble family.
When he was still a child, both his parents were stricken with a serious illness.
Ordinary medicines cannot cure them, only great healing wizards can make them healed.
But no noble would specially invite a great wizard for an inconspicuous servant in his manor.
He could only watch his parents die on a bright spring day.
The mute no longer remembers his former name, but he still remembers the warm and bright sunshine that day.
The warmth shone on him and also on the huge giant manor.
The manor owner's daughter and a large group of servants were playing and frolicking on the wide, flat lawn, and the air was filled with joy.
He was the only one who wasn't happy at all.
His facial features could be called handsome.
Because the manor owner's daughter looked at him with more and more explicit eyes.
He should have been tactful and attached himself to the noble's daughter, but when the fragrance approached, the mute couldn't help but tremble all over.
The noble lady laughed so hard that her body shook; her voice was so thin and sharp that it made his scalp tingle.
He could not smell the sweet fragrance, only the smell of coppery gold coins lingering at his nose, making his already painful brain even more painful.
There was a voice in his heart that kept clamoring.
But he couldn't hear clearly what the voice was shouting.
All he knew was that by the time he reacted, the noble lady had fainted on the ground and was unconscious.
"ah--"
The other attendant screamed and ran away.
He stood there, staring at his shaking hands.
A strange feeling filled his body, and he took a last deep look at the magnificent manor.
The mute ran away.
But he failed to escape.
He was caught on the third day of his escape.
The mute was beaten to the point of being on the verge of death, and even his breath was very weak.
The noble lady was only frightened and not injured, but the owner of the manor was still extremely angry.
He was sold to the slave trader in the east of the city as the lowest slave. Not only did the owner of the manor not collect the money for the sale of the slave, but he gave the slave trader a sum of money and specified that he would sell him to a difficult master.
The slave trader took the money with a smile on his face, readily agreed to the nobleman's request, and kept trying to please him with crude and blunt language.
Thus began the mute's days of suffering.
ten years.
He served several slave owners and suffered countless humiliations and tortures.
He became more and more silent, and gradually people began to call him a dumb man. Later, he became known as the dumb tough guy in the eyes of many slave traders.
The slave traders had seen the hideous scars on his body, but no matter how badly he was injured, as long as he had food to eat and water to drink, he would be full of life again.
It's like he won't die.
The slave traders seemed to have found some new selling point and began to publicize his durability and resistance to blows.
They said that they could hurt him in any way they wanted, as long as they gave this dumb slave a bite of food, he would come back to life. He was simply the most miraculous one among all the slaves they had experienced.
"Sir, please take a look at the slaves in my hands. Although they look insignificant, they are actually hardworking and honest slaves!"
"Sir, for only ten silver coins, you can take away any hardworking and capable slave!"
"Sir, take a look at mine. It's also ten silver coins, but my slave is the strongest in the entire East District!!"
Leon glanced at the skinny and pale slaves in front of him, and he couldn't stop feeling disgusted.
"Come on! God of Light, please take a good look at your shabby slaves. If I buy them back, I'm afraid I will have to raise them for three to five weeks in vain?" Leon shouted harshly.
"Oh, sir, what you said is wrong. You are a well-informed person. Of course you can see that these slaves are all top-quality goods! If I wasn't in a hurry to sell them, I would never sell them so cheaply!"
Leon remained unmoved and asked in a long voice: “Really?”
"It is absolutely true! How could I dare to deceive you..."
Leon stared at the handcuffed slaves with his not-so-big hawk-like eyes, carefully searching them.
"This one is pretty good. Um, here, take these."
He signaled to the servants following him, and the servants led over the slaves he had chosen one by one.
When he had almost finished making his selection, Leon suddenly spotted a flax-haired slave lying on the ground.
He became inexplicably interested and walked up to the slave and kicked him.
Leon saw a pair of dark eyes that made his breath stop.
"Is this also ten silver coins?"
The slave trader rolled his eyes and said with an apologetic smile: "Ah, sir, he is different!
"The mute is a famous slave here! You may not believe it, but he is indeed magical! No matter how badly injured he is, as long as he has food, he will not die! We all think that this slave must have some magical talent!
"God of Light! Look how unfair this is. This lowly slave actually has a magical talent! But even if he has a magical talent, he is still..."
"Okay." Leon interrupted the slave trader impatiently, "Just name your price."
"Fifty silver coins!" the slave trader Lion said loudly, "Considering his miraculous physique, this price is very fair!"
"But sir, there is one thing I must tell you in advance. Although this mute is amazing, he is also famous for being stubborn and difficult to discipline..."
At first, the mute did have a few good days at Klein Manor in Inle City.
But the good times didn’t last long.
His "strange disease" recurred.
When he regained consciousness, he found that several slaves who lived with him had been knocked to the ground by him.
Some slaves who witnessed everything explained to the steward, and he could only listen in silence as they exaggerated the facts.
"He did it on purpose!"
"The mute has a grudge against them! He must be holding a grudge and hates them for bullying him, so he deliberately wants to beat them to death!"
The mute moved his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
The first time he was locked up in a small dark room for three days.
For three whole days, he was locked in a small, dark room, with his vision and hearing forcibly isolated.
But the mute had already gotten used to it.
He even felt uncomfortable with such a light punishment.
Until the second time, the third time...
For unknown reasons, his strange illness began to occur more frequently after he arrived at Klein Manor.
After many "incidents" were exposed, the patience of the steward was completely exhausted.
He was severely beaten and then locked up in a thatched hut.
Without food or water, his condition continued to deteriorate.
pain--
There was no part of my body that didn't hurt.
His wounds fester and blood flows back into his brain, and he is unconscious for much longer than he is awake.
Later on, even opening his eyes became extremely difficult for him.
He thought that this time he might really die.
Until the warm breath flowed into his body.
Warm and bright, just like the sunshine on a spring day.
The sunlight shines on him flawlessly and selflessly, but he cannot try to monopolize the sunlight.
Whether he was a servant or a slave, he was always struggling in the lowest level of purgatory.
The mute's internal organs began to function normally, his limbs regained strength, and his consciousness began to recover.
The mute struggled to open his eyes.
What meets the eye is a breathtaking blue.
He was held hostage by the blue, and his peripheral vision was also engulfed by the dazzling gold.
The mute's heart was beating so violently that even he himself wondered how it could beat so violently.
The man stretched out his jade-white hand towards him.
He is the mud, the rotten leaves that are trampled on the ground.
But that person is like the newly fallen snow, so precious.
The madness in his heart took over, and he quickly rose up and bit the man's white hand hard.
Let him die like this, the mute thought.
Die with a mouthful of fresh snow in his mouth.
The mute is not dead.
When he woke up again, he was lying in a clean and tidy room.
Someone told him that this was the Klein Manor in the new Victory Capital. He was brought back from the territory by Master Lu Yi of the Klein family, and from then on he would be directly under Master Lu Yi's command.
"You are so lucky! You are noticed by Young Master Lu Yi. Young Master Lu Yi is one of the most talented people in the entire Isaiah continent. He is also a person favored by the God of Light!" the man said with great envy.
"You don't know how many people want to follow Master Lu Yi! But there is no way to find such a way. Such good luck just happened to you!"
For the first time, the mute experienced secret joy.
His heart was filled with joy, but his face showed fear.
He shrank back and said, "I didn't mean to offend that adult..."
The man said indifferently: "Well! Judging from Master Lu Yi's attitude, he didn't take it to heart at all. Don't worry too much, take good care of your body and wait for Master Lu Yi to summon you!"
The mute responded timidly.
This wait lasted for several more days.
It was only a few days of waiting, nothing compared to the hardship he had gone through.
But these days seemed so long to the mute.
In the quiet night, he couldn't help but think over and over again about the new snow that he had once put into his mouth.
He had some dirty and evil thoughts, and even condemned himself.
Condemning at the same time, falling at the same time.
If that noble man wanted him to die, he would be willing to do so.
But life is worthless, it doesn’t matter whether we are alive or dead.
It was enough to ask him to see him again.
He was neatly tidied up and taken to the side hall.
But the person he saw was not the young master Lu Yi who saved him, but another noble man with black hair and black eyes.
——In fact, he didn’t know whether the black-haired man was a noble, but the mute knew that the aura of the black-haired man was not something that ordinary people could possess.
He looked high and mighty, with an indifferent attitude as if everything he saw were ants.
He definitely wouldn't be wrong.
The mute thought he was not afraid of even death, and there should be nothing in the world that could scare him.
But when he was in the same room with the black-haired man, he couldn't stop trembling with fear.
This fear even surpassed the fear of death, as if the noble man was something more terrifying than the devil.
The mute could only try his best to reduce his presence and try not to let him notice him.
Fortunately, the noble man seemed too disdainful to even look at him, so they were able to live in peace.
Until Young Master Lu Yi stepped into the side hall.
The noble man's eyes lit up, as if the exquisite oil painting came to life, and even the dull air around him began to leap.
The feeling of oppression suddenly eased, and the mute couldn't help but take a few more breaths.
"Teacher Ares??"
The mute heard Master Lu Yi's surprised voice.
There was also a hint of subtle surprise in that voice.
He thought that Young Master Lu Yi must have a very good relationship with his "Teacher Ares".
The following actions indeed confirmed his guess; their contact was so intimate and natural.
There was always a faint smile on the corner of Master Lu Yi's mouth. Perhaps he himself did not even notice it, but the mute saw it clearly.
He stared at the smile on his lips in a trance, but the next second he was frightened by an even more terrifying aura and broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck.
The black-haired noble glanced at him nonchalantly.
But just this casual glance made him tremble with fear uncontrollably.
The mute suddenly lowered his head, not daring to peek at the first snow again.
The feeling of oppression finally receded like the tide.
His sight finally fell on the corner of Master Lu Yi's clothes.
"Take him away."
"Yes, Master Lu Yi..."
The mute thought he would not be able to see Young Master Lu Yi today.
But he was wrong again.
Master Lu Yi looked at him, his eyes moving from his awkward clothes to his flaxen curly hair.
His nervousness was palpable.
Master Lu Yi asked him, "What's your name?"
The mute shrank his neck and answered in a low voice: "I don't have a name..."
Young Master Lu Yi suddenly laughed, "Weren't you very tough in Yinlai City before? Why are you shrinking like a quail now?"
There was no anger in Master Lu Yi's eyes. This should just be a teasing joke.
But the dumb man stammered and couldn't utter anything.
"I'm a little unsure about you now."
uncertain?
What does this mean?
Could it be that Young Master Lu Yi originally wanted to use him for something?
The mute raised his head suddenly, "I can do it! No matter what it is, I can do it!"
"As long as Master Lu Yi orders me to do it, I can do it! Even if it means death!"
Master Lu Yi blinked, seemingly surprised by his sudden courage.
"How can you keep talking about death..."
people?
Are you talking about him?
Is there really anyone who considers slaves as human beings? Or such a great nobleman?
Young Master Lu Yi smiled again, but this time his smile was more genuine.
"You've probably never seen the fire in your own eyes, have you?"
The mute looked at him blankly.
flame?
The fire in his eyes?
"You may not understand what I'm saying now." Master Lu Yi said, "But it doesn't matter. Just know that I think highly of you."
Master Lu Yi said meaningfully: "Do you dare to dream a big one?"
The mute still looked at him blankly.
"Well, but that's all for the future. First of all, you need a name."
"What do you think about your name?"
The mute shook his head, "...They all call me mute."
Lu Yi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You are not dumb, why are you called dumb? Besides, is dumb a proper name?"
"I'm asking what you think. What do you want to be called?"
The mute didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he mustered up the courage to say, "...I beg Master Lu Yi to give me a name."
"Hmm? You want me to help you come up with a name? I have to tell you, I'm not good at naming, okay?"
"It doesn't matter! As long as it's a name given by Master Lu Yi!"
He will cherish it!
"Okay." Lu Yi nodded and thought for a moment.
"I met you in Inle City. The housekeeper of the manor said you were extremely stubborn...why not just call yourself Halai?"
Halle nodded heavily.
"Well, there is another thing. You need to adjust the chaotic magic power in your body, otherwise you will get a strange disease again..."
"There are still many days ahead..."
The author has something to say:
Small supporting role, great use, a very useful little brother (thumbs up)
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