Glory of the Sun God (Marvel Sun God)

Brown bread is just a common name, the real name should be bran bread.Although from the current medical and health perspective, brown bread is considered an excellent nutritional food because it has less protein and more dietary fiber.But that doesn’t mean brown bread is necessarily delicious.

Just like chewing natural tree bark will definitely be healthier than industrially processed food, do you dare to say that tree bark tastes better than spicy strips? I believe not many people would tell such nonsense with their eyes open.By the same token, no matter how many people tout the nutritional value of brown bread, they can't change the fact that it tastes like brown bread.

This kind of bread, which contains various coarse grains and even wheat husks, not only tastes sour, but also hard.In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this thing as a weapon.Of course, it’s impossible to make brown bread the way it did in the Middle Ages.After all, in those days, you never knew what kind of mess those people would stuff into brown bread.But anyway, even today, brown bread still tastes terrible.

This is a food that only people who are well fed, clothed, and have nothing to do and start pursuing more are willing to try.For the Latvian people who are almost unable to satisfy their food and clothing requirements, they obviously will not torture their stomachs for the sake of so-called health, and they will choose some black bread instead of good white bread.

This is a geographical difference in different regions.As the old widow said herself, she had not made brown bread for sale for many years.However, although this business failed, she still enthusiastically promoted her other products.For an old woman trying to make ends meet running a bakery, one business was better than none.However, in the face of her enthusiasm.The customer just shook his head and said regretfully.

"Sorry. Although your other creations would be more delicious. But I just want to eat black bread, which has a different meaning to me. Even though it tastes like stinky mud."

"The bread I make will not be mud, even if it is black bread." Without success in business, the old widow would naturally not be able to maintain her previous hospitality.She began to mutter dissatisfiedly.But this muttering made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Aunt Ramaia. You like to add hazelnuts to black bread, which was my favorite thing to eat at that time. In fact, many times I bought your black bread just to pick out the hazelnuts in it. Because of this, I was beaten countless times by my mother."

If the customer's words made the old widow a little strange before, then now, her curiosity has really spread uncontrollably.You know, she hasn't made brown bread for more than ten years.It can be said that even the old people in this city may not remember such a small thing as her adding hazelnuts to brown bread.But now this customer was so familiar with all this, which made her have to wonder if there was some deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's desire to escape her loneliness.Therefore, knowing that what she was doing might be inappropriate, she couldn't help but turn on the light and asked the customer who came unexpectedly.

"You are, sir, have we known each other before?"

She really wanted to match the person in front of her with a certain existence in her memory, but when she saw the elegant clothes of the guest in front of her, it was different from ordinary people's imposing manner.She couldn't help but swallow the words she had already put on her lips.In the end, she could only ask this question hesitantly.But when faced with her question, Victor smiled and said directly to her.

"Don't you remember me, Aunt Lamaia? I'm Little Doom, the little Doom who used to live with my mother upstairs next door to you."

As soon as he said this, the old widow immediately found some blurred impressions from her memory.

That was when the old lord, who wasn't too much of a bastard, was still alive.Life in Latvinia was a little better than it is now.Her bakery had just opened at that time, and she and her husband, who had just gotten married, ran the small shop.The business is booming, and there are many customers who come in every day. The gypsy witch who lives next door to the shop is a regular customer of the shop. She comes to the shop to buy bread almost every day.Sometimes it's her, sometimes it's her child.

She still remembers what that child looked like.Although a little thin, he is very smart.You can please yourself every day and get some food from yourself.His favorite food seems to be his own brown bread.Although he always likes to pick and choose, he always picks the right brown bread.

The memory matched the number, and it was really difficult for the old widow to describe how she felt now.If you do the math carefully, that was more than 30 years ago. After more than 30 years, everything has changed.She has grown old, and the child she once was has become an adult.

The changes brought about by time are always the most embarrassing things.Even the old widow is no exception.Facing Victor who was completely different from what she remembered, she could only wipe her rough palms cautiously, and then acted like she wanted to get closer but didn't dare.

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With a look on his face, he said to him hesitantly.

"I really can't believe it. Little Doom... No, Mr. Doom, you are actually back. After so many years, you are already an adult. I heard the stories about you outside. It seems that even the lord Both the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister have praised your success. You are a big shot now. I am so happy for you. I think your mother would be proud of you."

"Maybe. But she died young."

Ordinary people would not know about his mother, and Victor was not willing to tell them such things.So he just mentioned it briefly, then changed the topic and said to her.

"It's you, Aunt Ramaia, how are you doing after all these years?"

"I'm okay, okay." She didn't expect that Victor would turn the topic to herself. The old widow was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It was fine at the beginning. Then Veneto passed away. I had to keep this bakery to live. I lived a relatively prosperous life, but with the death of the old lord, the new lord issued a series of regulations. Decree. Life has become difficult. Maybe I should have listened to your mother and left here earlier. Maybe then Veneto would not have died, and I would not have become what I am today."

As a witch, Victor's mother can predict the future of ordinary people to a certain extent.She obviously saw something to remind the old widow like this.It's a pity that they didn't take this to heart at first, and this also led to her becoming what she is today.

Complaining? The old widow didn't mean it that way.She was just a little sad and a little emotional.And faced with her sadness and emotion.Victor just held her withered old hand, and then asked her in a low voice.

"Then why haven't you thought about leaving here? If you want to leave, you should be able to do it. You know that life outside is much better than here. If you really leave, then you will be better than living here. Much happier."

"Leave or not, I don't think about it that much anymore." Shaking her head, the old widow just said calmly in the face of Victor's question. "I have lived here since I was born, and it has been 60 or [-] years now. I have become accustomed to every plant and tree here, so to be honest, it is really impossible for me to leave here. On the contrary You, Mr. Doom. Why are you coming back? You should know the current situation of this country. It is really no longer a place for young people like you. As you said, the outside world is a better life. Environment. Here, you can only wait for death like me. So, why do you want to come back?"

"You should call me Little Doom, Aunt Ramaia. As for why I want to come back, I can only say that I have a reason to come back."

After shaking his head, Victor stood up and looked at the brightly lit castle outside the window.It was a castle passed down from generation to generation by the lords of Latvinia.Even today, the current lords have not abandoned it.Instead, a lot of money was spent to build it into an impregnable and extremely luxurious fortress.And such a fortress is incompatible with this sluggish country and this old and dying city.At least for Victor, this thing is really an eyesore.It was so annoying that he almost wanted to tear it down.

However, considering the acceptance ability of the people around him, Victor did not do this.Instead, he smiled and said to her.

"Aunt Ramaia. I don't plan to leave again when I come back this time. I want to bring something different to my motherland, my hometown. I want to break it out of this decrepit state. . Yes, I'm sure, I'm going to bring new life to it. That's why I'm back this time. I'm going to change this country."

"You want to be the enemy of the lord." It was hard to imagine that Little Doom would say such words, but facing Little Doom who said such words, the old widow could not say anything.She doesn't understand Victor because she only knows his past, not his present.But she knew that Victor was a smart kid, and since he said such things, he must be sure of it.Faced with such a situation, she could only hesitate, and then hold Victor's hand tightly.

"I don't know what you want to do, Little Doom. But I know that you are a smart boy. If you make up your mind, you will be able to succeed. And this is what we hope for. As As a Latvian, we have been waiting for this change for a long time. If someone can really bring this to us, we will do our best to support you. So, feel free to do it. Little Doom. Do as you wish. The will of the Latvian people will bless you."

"I know, I will do it for you to see."

Without saying too much, Victor patted the old widow's hand, opened the door and walked out.This was just a brief reminiscence, and for his true purpose, this was just the beginning.

Latvinia, it’s time for a new lease of life.