MTL - Throne of Magical Arcana-v9 Chapter 45 Miserable world

People came and go on the street, and Oliver stood in the center like a stone statue, incompatible with the surrounding environment.

As a teenager, although he is talented in drama, experienced in some aspects, and has experience traveling far away, a similar situation still exceeds the limits he can bear. This is his life in the next few months. Cost!

What should I do? What to do for dinner? What to do when sleeping?

Numerous questions accompanied his annoyance and frustration into his mind, making him feel that the sunny afternoon suddenly became dim, and the noisy crowd around him was indifferent, as if the two sides were not in the same world.

"Damn thief!"

A long time later, Oliver burst into a howl with a soft startle.

As he howled, he held the suitcase tightly in his right hand, for fear of another thief stealing the last belongings.

Irrespective of everyone's scorn, funny, and lunatic eyes, Oliver vented with all his heart, it took a while to calm down, and seriously thought about how he should live.

"Calm, calm, Oliver, you are talented, physical, and powerful, and you will definitely be able to survive this difficult time." Oliver whispered to himself, his brain turned sharply, trying to find a way to handle similar dilemmas from his own experience And he sees most 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 and fisted. "Oliver, your most precious possession is not your wallet. "It's your mind. It's your drama script in your suitcase. As long as you hold them and go to the Drama Association to find a gentleman who appreciates it, you can immediately get a generous reward."

Oliver, who had the method, restored the spirit of the young man, found thick stacks of paper in the suitcase, held them tightly, and asked the way while thinking about what he was going to do after getting rich: an elegant and luxurious villa, Respectfully good-looking maid, exquisite and delicious food, famous wine worthy of collection. Pretty fiery lover. And, and, "I want to ask someone to kill that **** thief!"

Aram Street, where the Theatre Association is located, is not far from the city gate, and Oliver soon saw the unique building supported by gray and white stone pillars.

He glanced at the mercenary guarding the door. He paused. Think of one of the most commonly used bridges in drama. That is because the protagonist was arrogantly rejected by the goalkeeper because of his shabby appearance and shabby appearance. As a result, we have to achieve our goals more zigzag and more indignantly.

"I can't make such a mistake." Oliver thought he was too smart, and thought of it in time, so he walked to the nearby square, combing his messy hair in the smooth mirror-like pool just before venting Then, he took out a black turtleneck jacket from the trunk to replace the dusty clothing on his body. At the end, he took out a white handkerchief, folded it into a flower-like shape, and inserted it into his chest pocket.

"Elegant gentleman." Oliver nodded with satisfaction, re-carrying his suitcase and heading for the theater association door.

When he arrived at the door, he didn't squint, but snorted as he looked upright when the two mercenaries stopped.

The two mercenaries were bewildered by his calm attitude and excellent appearance, and thought they were a noble gentleman, so they did not dare to stop them and slowly returned to their places.

"Haha, Oliver, you are awesome! You must be successful!" Oliver praised himself, stepped up and entered the door.

"Hey, hey! I tell you, I will be the greatest playwright in the future! You cannot be so rude!"

A few minutes later, Oliver was erected by two big men and threw him directly off the steps.

"Get out of here, liar!"

"Arrogant lunatic!"

The two men cursed separately and dropped Oliver's suitcase and manuscript in hand. The suitcase fell open, the clothes flew out, and the manuscripts fluttered like snow.

Looking at the manuscripts that he regarded as treasures flying in front of him, falling on his face, into the dust, Oliver briefly became blank, and then angrily shouted: "You will regret it!"

I'm such a young theater genius, I can definitely make a big career!

Packing his luggage in sorrow and pain, Oliver wandered the street aimlessly, not knowing what he could do or where he could go.

"Find a place to shelter from the rain tonight, and go to the city hall, tavern, and other places to see if you can find something to do." Oliver saw the dark clouds begin to spread, so he turned back from depression, gritted his teeth and said: "I know how to write poetry, I can write, and I'm afraid of starving to Rentat?"

He slowly rebuilt his confidence, found a prominent eaves, and hid underneath.

Wow, the heavy rain fell, and white water splashed 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!"

Pain, the pain exploded on Oliver's head, he turned hard, and saw a tramp staring at him fiercely.

"Here is mine!" He pointed under the eaves.

All the anger that Oliver has accumulated today erupted, and it was a teenager's heart, so he yelled, "I have it! It's mine!" He rushed up and beat the tramp.

Suddenly, his expression was frozen, his eyes lost his gaze. It turned out that another tramp was behind him, and he gave him a severe blow with a wooden stick.

Dark, bloody, painful, and cold, always entangled Oliver, preventing him from getting out of this unimaginable painful situation.

After doing his best, Oliver rolled up and sat up, the darkness subsided, exposing a dim candlelight.

"Me, where am I?" He whispered to the humble, narrow hut, feeling his head hurt.

"My house." The cold male voice sounded, and the door to the inside opened, and a stout bald man stepped out. "You have been sold to us."

"What?" Oliver jumped off the bed in disbelief and was knocked to the ground by the villain.

"Call the boss. Do you understand?" The bald wicked man opened his arms, "close your mouth and listen to me."

Oliver was beaten up, touching the corners of his swollen mouth, and looked at the bald-headed man with some fear.

The bald man said, "You foreigner, without money and strength, dare to conflict with the local tramp. Hehe, they robbed you of your clothes and sold you. Me. Starting today, you are my subordinate, and you will not be free until your labor equals the money I give. "

This wicked man doesn't seem too bad ... Oliver covered his mouth and said, "What do we do?"

"The corpse." The bald wicked man said a little disgustedly.

It's just bright. George, the bald, took Oliver to the morgue.

"Here are the corpses with no relatives or money. We are responsible for burying them to the new cemetery. The reward is given by the church and city hall." George opened the door, and the rotting corpse immediately spread, letting the past never The Oliver he had contacted was nauseated.

There are also many raging corpses in the corpse room. They are all George's men.

"Oh, there are a few more babies today." George said exaggeratedly, and then walked to the newly sent corpse, carefully explored, looking for possible valuables, if the other party's clothing is still complete, he will Peel off directly.

This made Oliver sweat coldly, his body shivering, and he felt like he was in hell.

After George's scraping, Haha laughed: "Ladies, work!"

Oliver reluctantly carried the body to a dedicated carriage. When he touched the cold skin, he almost drew away his hands, feeling that his hands became abnormally dirty, and he seemed to start to rot.

From the morgue to the new cemetery, the burial people stayed together and did not give Oliver the chance to escape, and the bald-headed man George told him fiercely that he had a relationship with the church and the town hall. Dare to run, he dare to bury him directly in the new cemetery.

The new cemetery was filled with rotting stench, and they flew into the city, leaving the nearby slums in a similar smell.

"These are all poor people, so the church's pastors will not come to purify." George complained and ordered Oliver and others to find a place to dig.

This new cemetery has been dealt with in advance by the priests, so the chance of appearing undead is very low, and they are more at ease.

With a shovel, Oliver dug mechanically into the grave, digging and digging, a bone suddenly appeared inside, scaring him back several steps.

"Has it been buried here?" George stroked his bald head. "It's all right, bury them on top of him." He commanded carelessly.

A corpse was dropped, and a shovel of dirt was sprinkled. Soon, the ground leveled again.

George found a tombstone made of wood and inserted it into the center of the cemetery. There was no pattern on it, no epitaph, and only a humble cross.

"I've always been like this in my life?" Oliver thought blankly in the rotten odor.

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In a manor house on the outskirts, the hall is brightly lit and the taste of food is pervasive.

"Who, uh, Vicente, would you like one? This is the top tobacco from the kingdom of Briana?" A stylishly dressed dark-haired blue-eyed young aristocrat smiled at Vicente ~ www .novelbuddy.com ~ Several light yellow cigarettes in his hand.

Regardless of expression or tone, he showed a condescending arrogance.

Vicente flushed slightly and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't smoke."

"Oh, what a good baby, no wonder Shirley will look after you." The young aristocrat said ironically.

Shirley next to Vicente took a step forward, slightly raised his head and said, "Yeah, I hate men who are not drinking and smoking yet."

Having said that, she took Vicente to the table next to her and whispered: "Vicent, don't mind, it's all my fault, I shouldn't force you to come to this party."

"It doesn't matter, we are about to get married sooner or later, I will face such a thing sooner or later." Vicente thought of his dream and said with a spirit of anger, "I am very honest, I am really not a noble, I ca n’t enjoy these things from a young age, but 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 the scene quietly, with indifferent expressions. (To be continued ...)