Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 74 I Never Thought You Were Guilty
In the dungeon.

After hearing what Benson left behind, the slaves in the dungeon looked at each other.

Looking at the giant lying motionless on the ground, several brave slaves looked at each other, picked up the stones on the ground and slowly approached.

"stop!"

Just as they were about to hit the giant on the head with stones, a figure appeared and stood in front of them.

"I've got this guy protected." The man clenched his fists and glared.

He was the Hall from the previous arena. As a fighter of extraordinary rank, he was definitely considered a strong man in this dungeon where most of the people were useless slaves.

"Brother Hall, you just heard it. If we don't kill him, he will kill us when his injuries heal!"

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

"He won't do that." Hall said with a complicated expression.

"If he did that, he wouldn't have been sent here!"

"Do you know what he did in the last fight? He gave up the fight and let us kill him, and he shouted to everyone that he would never attack innocent people despite Simon's orders!"

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

"If you want to kill him, you'll have to endure my fist first!"

After saying that, Hall raised his fists, and the emerald green word "Fighter" above his head was particularly conspicuous in the dimly lit cell.

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

Muscle strengthening: It can improve the muscle strength of the whole body in a short period of time, but it will consume a lot of physical energy.

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

"Don't hold a grudge against them. They are just trying to survive."

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

"Sorry, this is all the food I have. Please eat as much as you can."

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

As a group of low-ranking slaves, they only had black bread mixed with sawdust to barely fill their stomachs every day. This little bit of food was something he had saved up with great difficulty.

".Thanks."

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

The corners of Hall's mouth rose slightly, but he did not answer and just left silently.

When a lion is injured, he will just lick his wounds silently and does not need anyone to comfort him.

Click click click.

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

This small amount of food also gave him some vitality. Although the wounds on his body were terrible, they were only "skin injuries" to him. Only Simon's attack really caused an impact on his internal organs.

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

He had been suffering from insomnia for two nights, and now he was overcome by deep sleepiness like a tide, and soon his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Spark Hall.

Artillery fire blazed beneath the crystal dome. Soldiers, prepared to die, advanced step by step, their flesh and blood stained the earth red with blood. Yet, not a single voice wailed. Only forward! forward! forward!

“Finally back here again.”

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

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

It would be fine if it was just one person, but if everyone is like this, it's a bit too unbelievable!
But now, after His Highness's teachings, he finally began to understand. The reason could be summed up in two words: faith.

No matter how strong his body is, he is still not a true warrior if he does not have faith.

Tapping.

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

He studied very seriously, even devoutly. His thick fingers carefully turned the thin pages of the book, for fear of damaging them.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will probably be his last time studying.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Mingyu arrived here.

Looking at the giant man who was studying hard at the long table like a primary school student, 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, I'm sorry I've been having some insomnia lately. I'm sorry for your concern."

Thirteen smiled, but his face full of scars made him look particularly terrifying, as if he could have played the role of a murderer in Saw.

After so many days of learning, he finally didn't have to follow Tamerlan and shout "I do the same" like before.

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

"He has recently been assigned a night patrol mission, so he can't come these days." Xia Mingyu explained.

So that's it. A trace of regret flashed across Thirteen's face.

On the last night of his life, he wanted to thank the paladin again.

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

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

"Of course, if I can do that."

tread.

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

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

If this prince with 1.4 billion people says to forgive him, then he who is determined to die may no longer be full of sins in the underworld.

"Hahahahahaha." Xia Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing.

"Sorry, I refuse."

He certainly didn't deserve to be forgiven.

A hint of loss flashed in Thirteen's eyes.

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

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

Tsk, this hair is like a steel needle, it’s so prickly!
Thirteen:"."

He suddenly felt like crying.

Unfortunately, it's all too late.

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

"It's impossible."

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

Then, Thirteen took the feather pen and laboriously wrote and drew on the white paper.

Although he has learned to read and write, writing is undoubtedly a difficult task for a beginner.

"This guy, is he still afraid that I'll peek?"

Xia Mingyu looked at Thirteen covering his writing with his hands, feeling helpless and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Within the confines of this temple, he was almost a god. As long as he wanted to see, no matter how tightly Thirteen blocked it, it would be impossible to stop him.

Of course, he would respect privacy.

"Your Highness, can you give me another envelope?"

After a long time, Thirteen finally finished writing the letter and made another request.

"can."

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 at the angle between an obsidian prism and the lampstand on the column.

"Your Highness, please wait until after noon to open this envelope."

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

"Now that you've learned to read and write, it's time to start reading. I think these two books are perfect for you."

The next time, they spent it slowly reading books together.

(End of this chapter)