Chapter 74: I Never Felt You Were Guilty

In the dungeon.

After hearing the words left by Benson, the slaves in the dungeon looked at each other.

Looking at the giant lying on the ground without moving, several bold slaves looked at each other and picked up stones from the ground and slowly approached.

"Stop!"

Just when they were about to hit the giant's head with stones, a figure appeared and blocked them.

"I've protected this guy." That person clenched his fists until they cracked, glaring angrily.

He was Hoer from the gladiatorial arena earlier; as a Transcendent rank fighter, he was definitely a strong man in this dungeon where most were useless slaves.

"Brother Hoer, you also heard just now; if we don't kill him, when his injuries heal, he will kill us!"

Seeing the attack blocked, a slave couldn't help but speak.

"He won't do that," Hoer said with a complex expression.

"If he really wanted to do that, he wouldn't have been sent here!"

"Do you know what he did in the last gladiatorial combat? He gave up fighting and let us kill him, and stood up against Saimen's order and shouted at everyone that he would never attack an innocent person!"

"He spared my life, and I will save his life."

"If you want to kill him, pass my fists first!"

After saying this, Hoer raised his fists, and the emerald green "Fighter" characters on his head were particularly eye-catching in the dimly lit cell.

At this moment, all the muscles in his body were expanding, and the whole person looked a whole circle larger than before.

Muscle Enhancement: Increases the strength of the whole body's muscles in a short time, but consumes a lot of physical strength.

Looking at this extremely deterrent scene, the slaves confronted Hoer for a long time, and finally dispersed and hid in the shadows in the corners of the cell again.

"Sigh... don't hate them; they are just trying to survive."

Hoer turned and took a small piece of hard black bread from his rough clothes and placed it in front of the giant.

"Sorry, I only have this much food; eat a little."

Hoer sighed, put down the food, and prepared to leave.

As a group of low-level slaves, they only had black bread that could barely fill their stomachs every day, the kind mixed with wood chips; this little food was already what he had managed to save with great difficulty.

"... Thank you."

When he turned around, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

Hoer's mouth lifted slightly, but he didn't answer and just left silently.

A lion that is injured will only lick its wounds silently; it doesn't need anyone to soothe it.

Crunch, crunch.

Thirteen picked up the black bread in front of him with difficulty, and then swallowed and chewed it in just one bite.

This small amount of food also brought him some vitality; the wounds on his body, although terrifying, could only be considered "skin wounds" to him; only Saimen's blow had truly caused an impact on his internal organs.

After finishing the food, under the vigilant and fearful gazes of the slaves in the cell, Thirteen... turned over.

Having suffered from insomnia for two nights, he was now being hit by a wave of sleepiness, and soon his consciousness gradually blurred.

Spark Hall.

On the sky of the crystal dome, gunfire flew, and many warriors walked forward step by step with flesh and blood with the intention of dying; blood dyed the soil red, but no one wailed, only moving forward! Moving forward! Moving forward!

"Finally back here again..."

Thirteen stood in the hall with a complex expression, looking up at the sky above his head.

In the past, he could never understand why those warriors on the sky, whose bodies were so weak, could fight without fear of death like heroes.

One person would be fine, but everyone was like this... it was a bit too incredible!

But now, after the Highness's teaching, he finally gradually understood, and the reason was two words—Faith.

No matter how strong his body was trained, if there was no faith, he couldn't be counted as a true warrior.

Tap, tap, tap.

Thirteen walked to the long table, sat on his bronze seat, picked up the tattered literacy book on the table, and learned again.

He learned very seriously, even enough to be called pious; his thick fingers carefully turned the thin pages, for fear of damaging them.

If there were no accidents, this would probably be his last time learning.

I don't know how long it had been, Xia Mingyu came here.

Looking at the giant who was lying on the long table like a primary school student and studying hard, a smile appeared on his face.

"Long time no see, Thirteen, I haven't seen you for two whole nights."

Xia Mingyu walked over and patted the giant's shoulder, which was as hard as stone.

"Your Highness... Sorry, I've had some insomnia recently, making you worry."

Thirteen showed a smile, but it looked particularly terrifying under his scarred face, and he could go directly to guest star as the killer in Saw.

After so many days of learning, he finally didn't need to follow Tamerlane and shout "Me too" like before.

"By the way, Your Highness, where is Tamerlane?" Thirteen asked suddenly.

"Him... recently I assigned him a night patrol task, so he hasn't been able to come these days," Xia Mingyu explained.

I see... A trace of regret flashed across Thirteen's face.

On the last night of his life, he still wanted to thank that Paladin.

After all, the other party was the first person to apologize to him, a slave.

"Your Highness, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, as long as I can do it."

Tap.

Thirteen's huge body leaned down and knelt on one knee in front of Xia Mingyu.

"Can you touch my head and say you forgive me?" Thirteen said cautiously.

If this Highness with 1.4 billion citizens said he forgave him, then perhaps he, who was determined to die, wouldn't have to be full of sins when he arrived in the underworld.

"Hahahahaha." Xia Mingyu's expression froze, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sorry, I refuse."

Sure enough, he didn't deserve to be forgiven.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Thirteen's eyes.

At this moment, a hand rested gently on the top of his head.

"I never felt you were guilty, so I can't say I forgive you," Xia Mingyu said calmly.

Tsk, this hair is like steel needles, it really pricks!

Thirteen: "..."

He suddenly had a feeling of wanting to shed hot tears.

Unfortunately, everything was too late.

"Your Highness, can you give me a piece of white paper and a pen?"

"Of course."

Xia Mingyu materialized a piece of white paper and a quill pen and handed them to Thirteen.

Afterwards, Thirteen took the quill pen and wrote and drew on the white paper with difficulty.

Although he had learned to read and write, writing was undoubtedly a difficult thing for a beginner.

"This guy, is he afraid I'll peek..."

Xia Mingyu looked at Thirteen using his hand to block while writing, and had a helpless feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Within the scope of this hall, he was almost a god; as long as he wanted to see, even if Thirteen blocked it tightly, it would be impossible to block it.

Of course, he would definitely respect privacy.

"Your Highness, can you give me an envelope again?"

After a long time, Thirteen finally finished writing the letter, and he requested again.

"Yes."

A blank envelope appeared on the long table.

Thirteen carefully folded the white paper and stuffed it into the envelope, then he placed the envelope in the corner between an obsidian prism and the lamp holder on the pillar.

"Your Highness, please open and read this envelope after noon."

Xia Mingyu nodded slightly, and then he took two books from the bookshelf, namely "Hercules" and "Spartacus".

"Since you have learned to read and write, the next step is to read books; I think these two books are very suitable for you."

The next time was spent reading books together.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 75 =====