Chapter 277 - Picking Up The Pen (2/2)
He didn't try to force her to wake. Instead, he thought quietly as he looked at her. ”What...if…could....maybe If....” mutterings and incomplete sentences were said constantly. Every second caused his eyes to grow more and more brilliant until it was as if he had found the answer to a long-sought-after question.
”Haha! I just need to find the right person.” With those words, he left the headquarters of the rebel male forces.
As he padded in the sky, his eyes drifted from place to place. ”Male or Female? Maybe both?” As he said this, his eyes brightened further. He couldn't help but feel deeply excited. ”Is this how it feels to be a story writer? Haha!” As he recalled all the stories he had read in his youth, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
”This is going to be fun!”
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In a city called Sun Cross City, there was a young boy. This boy was around eleven or twelve years of age, his body was quite slim, his eyes were radiant, but his expression was exhausted. There were bruises over his body and even scars on his hands.
He held a shear and was pruning bushes of a wealthy family. For years, his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather had taken the occupation of gardening. They had even served this specific family for a while. His technique was clearly well-honed, and his eyes were focused and akin to a master performing his craft.
Nearby were female guards watching him, their eyes were calm, but there was a distinct pride and superiority between their brows.
The young boy continued to work. Several minutes later, he triumphantly wiped the sweat off his brow. With a slight smile of pride, he appraised his work and nodded. In all respects, it was truly superb.
However, just as he was about to leave, a woman walked out of the door. Her eyes sharp and effusing a high sense of self-worth. As she waltzed over to the young man, she didn't even glance at the boy. She looked only at the bush. With a wave of her hand, a surge of qi destroyed the bush.
”I don't like it. You're fired.” The young woman indifferently spat.
The young boy's eyes widened. The leaves from the bush slapped him in the face, and those words slapped him in the mind.
The young woman was the recent wife of the family leader. The family leader had a powerful mother and thus had a powerful enough backing to marry a noble lady. However, she was incredibly prejudiced towards male workers, replacing them all with female counterparts. It was only because he left no reason for the family to remove him and his family's long-term service that he was the only male worker on the property.
It seemed that today was the day that the woman had convinced the family head to do so.
”Also, you can forget finding work in this town.” She added, her eyes that were indifferent was also suffused with a little hatred. If it wasn't for this young boy, would she have to beg a man to get what she wished? The act of needing permission from the family head left her angered and entirely willing to push it all on this young boy.
”I...I…” Over a hundred years of service ended on the biased words of a single woman. However, before he could sift through his thoughts so he can feel enraged or plead if need be, the guards seemed prepared, they directly grabbed him and escorted him out.
Before he knew it, he was thrown on his back outside the family's grounds.
Only after several dozen minutes did he pick up his cutting shears and walk home. He entered the ghetto. Here, there were quite a few ugly women and dirty men who lingered about. He arrived at an old wooden hut and arrived within.
In this hut was only two beds. On one of these beds was a pale, sickly man who coughed every so often. The young man arrived next to the bed, grabbing the rag nearby and dabbing it in a pot of water. He carefully wiped the accumulated sweat from the man's forehead.
”Da-Damian…” the man opened his eyes and weakly said. Seeing this young man of his, he couldn't help but be proud. However, he could see the boy's eyes were calmer than usual.
”Son, what happened? Why are you not working at this time?” Checking the time, he knew it was too early for Damian
”Nothing, Father. I just got off work earlier, with permission. I'll be working early tomorrow as a result.” The young boy smiled, his eyes or his smile betrayed the pain in his heart. ”I just wanted to make sure you were okay, so be sure to rest.”
The man felt something off, but trusted this reliable son of his and rested.
Later that day, in his bed, the young man couldn't sleep. His thoughts were in disarray, but his will was firm like steel. ”I'll find work somehow father...For you.”
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