dhibooks Chapter 1 [1]
Chapter 1 [1]
In a certain age that has passed, there was a great kingdom.
And in this huge country, at its heart is the imperial capital, which has been called by the name of Odin since ancient times.
Among the tens of thousands of families with tens of thousands of destinies, there is a happy and complete family.The red-haired father is an official whose position is not beyond his ability. When he is not dealing with figures related to finances, he will play with the orchids in the flower shed behind his house.The brown-red-haired mother is gentle and housekeeping, and will visit children and the elderly in the orphanage on fixed days.Although they have only one son, thanks to the gift of a benevolent father, this healthy boy has brought endless surprises to the couple since his birth.
This is the Gilfies family that can be described in a few lines.If everything went step-by-step like the sun rising from the east and setting in the west, there would probably be an extra teacher or doctor Gilfies in this world.
But as far as we know, the mutation happened when little Gilphias was ten years old.
The old king died, and he was succeeded by a very bad king.Even good emperors have some things that are not recognized by others, but bad emperors have almost no good things.The taxes he demanded from his people were ten times that of his dead father, half of which was actually used to satisfy his own desire to command wars from a distance, and the remaining half was used to satisfy the luxury of those in his court who had never worked all their lives Even if a quarter of his life is used to pile up under his feet, half of it will not enter public and welfare facilities.
One day, the domineering emperor ordered all the serving officials of the empire to come to see him. There were not so many people kneeling in the palace, and even the small interns from the Ministry of Finance kneeled in the garden.
Then a series of misfortunes happened, His Majesty the Emperor's noble and fat fingers pointed at the people curled up on the ground like caterpillars, the screams and the sound of the guards' boots stepping on the marble floor intersected with each other.
"Why is there a guy with red hair in my Ministry of Finance?"
The murky voice kept ringing, "Obviously there have never been any red flowers in my garden!"
So at the next moment, the evidence against Mr. Gilfies, who had been in office for decades, was settled.Because red flowers have never appeared in this country since ancient times, how can the hair color of the ministers be the color that even the most powerful king can't get.
The next day, their whole family was expelled from the imperial capital, and they didn't even have time to pack their luggage. Mrs. Gilfies could only sign the sign of the cross on her chest in a hurry, and poor little Gilfies only had time to carry a few new books on her back. He didn't know where the carriage would be parked, but he had a subconscious feeling that it wouldn't be too close to the library.
"Since you have such wild hair colors, then live by hunting. I am so kind, I will give you two shotguns-your red-haired son can only be born once."
The implication is that they cannot take any savings with them.
Poor Mr. Gilfies, who has hardly ever been in contact with such a cruel tool in his life, had to study hard with the hunters in the village, and it was not until the second week that he finally hunted a sluggish one. beaver.Mrs. Gilphaas began weaving and tending the fields.
The three of them live in a small house next to the huge forest, and it becomes very cold every winter, and birds and rain will come in and visit from time to time.
And our ten-year-old Jillfies has brought a new surprise again.
The smell of gunpowder, stronger than rust, made him miss the first time he touched a shotgun.Even though he was born in a warm family in the imperial capital, he is more proficient at the arc of the trigger than the pen.His first prey was the jackal that was about to attack the shabby wooden house. At that time, no one even taught him the steps to load it.
By the time he was 13, the red-haired boy was already a hunter of his own.
Because of the child's talent, his father was able to officially give up this occupation that was not suitable for him at all. He began to try to carry out commercial circulation between villages to ease the financial pressure of each village under the king's taxation. Of course, these are just a drop in the bucket .
The king's increasingly fat head seems to have an infinite memory, or his minions are enough to remember the fate of every unfortunate person. The Gilfies family must hand over half of the prey to the royal family every two months.And this journey to and from the imperial capital alone requires half a month's horse ride.
Life is not getting better day by day, but getting used to it gradually.
After two more years of such solitude, little Gilphiace turned fifteen, and he was tall and handsome enough that when he smiled all the teenage girls would fall for him.
He would get up at four o'clock every day and start to make preparations for hunting, helping his mother who prepared meals.When he is free, he also cleans the house, and when he is extremely free, he reads his own book.
In winter, his father hugged his mother at the door. This gentleman who seemed to be 15 years old in just five years was about to go to Odin in a carriage filled with half of his son's prey. Before leaving, he asked his wife if he had anything needs.
The brown-red-haired wife suffered from rheumatism in the winter of two years ago, so she hesitated for a moment and reported the name of the medicine that became more and more expensive.
"Zig, my poor boy, is there anything you want?"
Most of the time in the past, he would want his father to bring a few books back, but now he no longer burdens his father like this.
"You have worked hard enough, son. All I can bring back is because of your hard work. I just exchange your goods for what you want."
His father persuaded again.
"Thank you for your kindness, Dad."
The red-haired boy smiled, his smile has not faded in the slightest even in these extremely difficult years, he blinked his eyes that are bluer than the sky: "If you see red flowers on the side of the road, Just pick it up and bring it to me."
So all kinds of things, old Mr. Gilfies set off in this winter, he couldn't stop for a moment, and no one knew what would happen if he was late.
Entering Odin will only make people tired, more and more shops are closed, some children are running barefoot in the snow, Mr. Gilfies is coughing, thinking that leaving this city is not a big bad thing up.The cost of medicine has risen again, but fortunately the value of meat has also increased, and the common people can hardly afford this kind of food, but he also has to give up the idea of bringing new books home for his son.
He drove out of the city in an empty carriage, through the forest, and when he was about to reach home thirty kilometers away, heavy snow fell in the sky.His horse was nearly frostbitten at the joints.Immediately after that, the night came to him, and the old man tried to start a fire by himself, but failed. His hands and feet were frozen, and he couldn't even hold the shotgun steadily, and the howling of wolves seemed to be whirling in his ears.
He refrained from thinking about what would happen to his family if he actually froze to death here, and as he calmed his horse, a gentle golden light caught in the corner of his eye.
That touch of gold shone brighter than the luster of tens of thousands of golds, making the red-haired old man even temporarily forget his physical suffering.
He almost couldn't help walking forward, and after passing a long path, he found that the light came from a magnificent palace.
What's going on, how could there be such a building here?
Even though Mr. Gilfies was full of doubts, he didn't have any more choices.He hurriedly entered the backyard belonging to this awe-inspiring castle. When he stepped in, the old man was surprised to find that the snow had stopped. No, it didn't stop, but it didn't enter here at all.
Even the wind that blows has a hint of warmth, like the temperature in late summer.
There was no one in the huge courtyard.He led the weak horse into a fine stable, which contained fine grass, even mixed with oats, which was finer than the food of many poor people in the country.
The humble hunter hitched up his horse, grabbed his shotgun and walked boldly into the palace.
It was also empty inside, with a fire burning in the fireplace in the elegant hall, and exquisite food on the long table, even the tableware was sterling silver.
Mr. Gilfies was soaked in snow all over his body, his hands were shaking all the time, he thought that the master of the house was coming back soon, so he leaned against the warm fireplace.
But after waiting for a long time, twelve o'clock struck, and there was no sign of anyone.
The old man was very hungry and tired, so he started to eat with the food on the table.After drinking a little wine, he left the table.He found a room next to which the bed had been made, and fell asleep shivering.
When he woke up the next day, he found that the shabby clothes he had dragged were gone, replaced by a neat set of clothes, and even the shotgun leaning against the bed was brand new.
Old Mr. Gilphaas was afraid that he was only a dream in the snow.
When he walked into the hall before, there was no trace of sumptuous food on the long table, but some simple food, which made the gentleman less psychologically burdened when he ate it.
He found a box on his right hand, and when he opened it, he found that it was a box full of gold coins.
He took two of them.
After walking out of the courtyard, he was surprised to find that nothing but blood-red roses bloomed in this huge and solemn courtyard.
Is this the kingdom of heaven?
The old gentleman bent down and carefully picked off a beautiful rose with long thorns.
At this moment, there was a loud noise in the palace.The golden light spread.Mr. Gilfies even wondered if the sun in the sky had fallen.
"You are too presumptuous!"
It was a loud and awe-inspiring sound, and the shout made the old gentleman thump to his knees.He didn't even have the courage to look up at the golden figure.
"I hosted you in my castle and saved your life, and you stole my rose.
"Only this bouquet dedicated to the dead is not allowed to be touched by anyone, you can end it yourself."
After a while, the person kneeling on the ground was able to tremble.
"Your Excellency! Please forgive me..."
"I am not your lord," answered the solemn voice. "I am but a vile, bloodthirsty monster without a heart. I loathe any flattery, nor will I be moved by any word. Since you are so poor For the sake of this, I allow you to take the treasure you can bring back here, and return here within three months to offer your life."
It wasn't until the golden sun-like light disappeared that Mr. Gilfies was able to raise his head. Desperation rushed over his face, and his clothes were already soaked in sweat.Thinking that he would have to hug his wife and children for the last time, he mustered up the courage to take the treasure again and lead the rested horse.
When he finally came home, the feeling of being struck by the supreme majesty still lingered.He hugged his wife tightly, and then gave a silver coin to the sheepherding child, asking him to call home the most powerful hunter in this land.
Old Mr. Gilfies closed the door of his house, and he took out an unprecedented scarlet rose, the beautiful color of which was so similar to the hair color of his proud young son.
To the astonishment of his family, he told his unfortunate experience.
The lady uttered a loud cry of distress.
"It was my fault."
Immediately afterwards, the red-haired boy said so.He is obviously only 15 years old, but the expression between his brows is very human-like calm.
"Zig!"
The young man shook his head, and he said firmly: "I'm sorry, if I hadn't said that, you would never have picked flowers that belonged to other people. You love flowers so much."
Please don't discourage me.
The boy spoke again.
The next day, the boy pinned the red rose to his chest and set off on a white horse.
TBC