Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 8

Whether to choose to give it a try, Sean can answer this question without thinking.He will definitely leave, and it will be beneficial and harmless for him to get a promise from the other party.

As long as Metatron doesn't have the aristocratic backlash.James is a good guy among the nobles, but he also likes to break promises, which Sean knows very well. "You should know it's hard for me to trust you."

"You can totally trust me." Medanzuo said in a serious tone, "Although I have a bad temper, take pleasure in abusing others, and are indifferent to the sufferings of the world, I absolutely keep my word. Besides, what's the point of me lying to you?"

Shane looked at each other in surprise.He didn't expect that Mei Danzuo knew how perverted he was, and chose to continue perverted under such circumstances.Sheen had to admit, it was an amazing personality. "So, it's a deal?"

"It's a deal. If you're worried, I can even write it down on paper." Medanzuo was satisfied, the gleam in his eyes made him look like a child. "Did you see the box on the round table in the corner? Go and activate it."

Sean walked over silently.The dark-painted wooden box was beautifully carved, but Sean had no interest in admiring it; as someone from 50 years ago, he had no idea what it was.For a moment, Sean almost thought it was full of hidden weapons, and as long as he opened it, he would be shot into a hornet's nest by the things inside.This may seem absurd, but what could Medanzuo not do?

The moment Sean opened the box, Sean's body tensed up, but he soon relaxed with a smile.It was just a gramophone, only very different from anything he had seen before.What really interested Sean was the metal box next to the speakers and record rack, which he knew contained the power unit.

It appears that someone has already solved the problem of needing an open flame for a small steam engine.Sean activates the machine based on past memories of the machine, and then falls into memory.

Before he died in battle in his previous life, someone tried to apply a reduced version of the steam engine to the phonograph. After all, it is very troublesome to wind the phonograph while listening to music.People heated glass water tanks by lighting solid fuels, but this modification was hardly used because it required an open flame.

The water wrapped in the metal casing boiled, and the pocket version of the steam engine began to drive the thin chain, and the disc carrying the record rotated at a constant speed.At the same time, a small amount of white water vapor spewed out from the air valve on the side, which was only the size of a pinhole, making a small "woo-woo" sound.

Sean was so absorbed in staring at the steam phonograph in front of him that he forgot to beware of the sadist who was in the same room with him.Sean was a wary man, but he was far too curious about these first-ever machines—especially after learning that the steam engine had set the country on fire for 50 years.He reached out, wanting to touch the tiny air valve that was vibrating from the impact of steam.

The outstretched hand was grasped; only then did Sean realize that Medanzo was standing behind him, one hand covering the back of his hand, the other hand around his body, setting the needle to the record and let the music play.

The other person's current posture is like hugging him.This sense of instantaneity was so terrifying that Sean almost jumped up.

"Don't move around. It looks cute, but it can also burn you." Medanzo comforted him softly, her voice was as gentle as an angel's.After he said these words, he didn't let go of Sean's hand immediately, but slowly rubbed his fingers along the back of Sean's hand.

Sean subconsciously looked at the overlapping hands of the two.Both of them were fair-skinned, but very different.Medanzo's complexion was a soft ivory white, smooth and flawless, and the man's hand with distinct bones was like a handicraft.On the other hand, his complexion was pale due to lack of nutrition and long-term living in dark alleys. The tips of his fingers were full of hard calluses and cut scars, which were left by his body working in factories all year round.

Medanzo also found this problem.He let go of Sean: "How did your hands get like this?"

"I used to work in the boiler room of the factory. I was mainly responsible for adding water to the boiler and discharging steam at regular intervals. By the way, I checked whether there were any loose bolts before the official start of work." Sean recalled what Sophia said to herself before: "Usually 16 years old The following workers will be responsible for less intense work, but I can't be with them. I hope that as few people as possible will pay attention to my eyes, you should know what I mean."

Medanzuo did understand that the boiler room was a place no adult worker would want to go to, the temperature was too high, and the boiling water vapor filled everywhere when the gas valve was opened could almost burn people; but the boiler room job was very suitable for Sean, because The factory will provide special tinted goggles for the workers here, and no one will notice his distinctive eye color.

Even so, Mei Danzuo was still surprised: "You are 16 years old now, but the calluses on your hands have been there for some years."

Sean nodded and said calmly: "It's not surprising. Except for heavy factories and military factories, the minimum age limit for recruiting workers in other factories and mines is 12. But I guess, you only care about things related to the army."

In the country's "best of times," life was hard for the common people, except to shed their titles of slavery.Many children go to work that they cannot physically afford, just to be able to survive.Of course, the difference is only "living in pain" and "dying in pain".

Thinking of this, Sean turned his head to look at Medanzo.This motion brings their faces very close.He repeated the previous question in a low voice: "You don't care if they live or die, do you?"

"I'm not... I just don't know. I never paid attention to these things in the past." Mei Danzuo suddenly didn't dare to look at those eyes that seemed to have flames burning inside, and turned his head in a bit of embarrassment.

Sean's personality is not docile, and his appearance is not soft enough. These bad qualities make the dark red eyes lose the beauty that a doll should have; but they are not attractive, but they can shock people.

Medanzo wanted to kiss Sean's eyes.The thought came as suddenly as the thought of abusing others, and he himself had no intention of suppressing it.So he turned Sean's body around.

The opponent's lips continued to enlarge in his field of vision, Sean turned his head away in disgust, and was pinched by the opponent and turned back. "If you don't obey, I'll just gouge your eyes out. It won't do you any good."

Sean stopped moving, but not entirely because of the other party's warning.The other kissed his eyes, wet his eyelashes, and bit his lips.This startled Shane.God knew it was his first kiss—if biting was a kiss.

His first reaction was to reach out and push, but the opponent bit his lower lip so hard that Sean wondered if the push would tear his mouth.He stopped moving, intending to get through the same as before.When he didn't resist, Mei Danzuo unexpectedly softened, and began to gently lick|lick the wound on his lips.

Their lips finally parted, and Sean saw a smile on Medanzo's face.He heard the other party sigh: "Look, if you are more obedient, I can be gentle with you. Isn't that good?"

Is that okay?As if your tenderness is valuable.

Things start to get weird and twisted.Sean was kissed by someone he hated and unbuttoned his clothes amidst the melodious and graceful music.Medanzuo was stroking his body, licking his wounds, showing a gentle side without hesitation.

To Sean, this tenderness is just as insulting to him as the previous abuse; the only difference is that now he needs to worry about whether something pornographic will happen.Medanzuo was licking the long and narrow scar at his heart, making him tremble.He was ticklish in his previous life, and his body is even more sensitive in this life.

"I really don't understand, why do you like to play with boys' bodies? You are not gay." Sean said with emotion.He was quite right: when nobles choose the next heir of the family, they prefer the eldest son, and they may choose others, but they will never choose homosexuality; and the person in front of him is already called "Duke".

Hearing this, Medanzo stopped moving.He thought about it seriously: "Because it's fun? Besides, it's not easy to break, and there are no taboos."

Anger flashed in Sean's eyes, and he impulsively punched the opponent in the abdomen.He soon realized that he had made a mistake: Sean was using a lot of force, and the same force applied to a grown man and a weak boy would naturally have very different effects.Medanzuo only took a few steps back, but he himself bent over in pain.

"Contract, contract, what a wonderful and hopeless magic. I thought you had already recognized the status quo." Mei Danzuo shook his head, seemingly regretful.Perhaps moved by the tenacity of the common people, he did not argue with Sean, but instead offered an invitation: "The ground is still very cold in early spring, you can go to bed and sleep."

Sean raised his head sharply, staring at the other party vigilantly.Mei Danzuo couldn't help laughing out loud: "Don't worry, as you said, I'm not gay, I only go to the puppet auction because I can't win friends."

Sean blinked.What the other person said made him a little curious about the reason for being kissed and touched; but he also knew that if he really asked, he would be a complete fool.

After days of sleeping on the ground, Sean finally got a chance to sleep in bed, but it wasn't something to be thankful for.Medanzuo held him in his arms like a warming stove, which made his body tense all night and his neck became stiff.Sean tried to break free while the other was asleep, and the result was a punch in the abdomen; even in the sadist's sleep, the lethality was still considerable.

Giving up the struggle, Sean continued to think about his escape plan.He remembered that the armor on each flight of stairs had different weapons, which allowed him to choose at will.As for the guns... oh my god, is there anything easier to come by?Someone will personally deliver it to him!

Next day, 04:30 pm.

A guard came back from his shift at the gate and was about to take a shower.The bridge of his nose was slightly crooked, which made his face look contorted; it became even more distorted when he heard someone whispering for help and walking out of curiosity on a forbidden floor.

The puppet boy who knocked his nose crooked is now sitting on the door of the young master's bedroom.Perhaps the abuse from the master finally caused the young man to break down physically. The young man lost his original air and ferocity, and was helplessly grabbing the door panel and trying to stand up.

The guard was intrigued.He really wanted to try the toys of the nobles, and he wanted to avenge the smashing; he knew that those who were abused by Medanzo's side would eventually lose their courage and dignity and become cowardly. , so he is not afraid of this person suing.He walked over and kicked the boy's leg: "You have today, kid!"

The boy raised his head and looked up at him, perhaps because of the pain and panic, his eyes were filled with mist.The guard instantly understood why the puppet had to be turned into dark red eyes; those moist eyes looked very attractive.He bent down in a strange way, trying to pinch the opponent's chin.

Then he lost consciousness.

Sean jumped up quickly when the opponent bent down, grabbed the gun from the opponent's waist and smashed it hard on the back of the man's head.He has experience and knows which positions are easy to pass out.He quickly looked around, then dragged the unconscious guard into Medanzuo's room, entered the room himself, and closed the door.

When Sean came out again, he had changed out of his original pajamas and put on a guard's uniform, shirt and trousers.The comatose man has already been dealt with, even if he wakes up, he can't make a sound.It bothered him a little that the man was much taller than he was, and the clothes didn't fit him well, but he had to wear this baggy uniform—it was of great use to him.

Sean closed the door, touched the gun and dagger pinned to his waist from the guard, and embarked on his escape route.

If someone came to stop it, then it would become a bloody road.