Transmigration of the bastard lord

There is no warmth between different classes, and in this world, no one has the capital to tear apart the bloody struggle between classes under pressure.

The demigod-level powerhouse may be able to resist high pressure and carry out reforms, but as a rentier, is it possible for the powerhouse to accept lowly civilians as equal to himself?It is estimated that if the other party's words and deeds are slightly disrespectful, they will be slapped and educated.

Fu Youguang walked quickly on the road leading to the dilapidated housing area, and gradually thought of a solution.It is impossible for him to tolerate letting that new employee use the power of old customs to escape punishment, let alone let his people be bound by this shit custom.At present, he is indeed unable to publicize the nature of class, but at the very least, the people on the farm are his subjects. With the shell of a lord, he protects the legal rights and interests of his subjects, which is a matter of course.

From a distance, I saw a lot of people gathered in front of the mud embryo house of the group leader's house, and several young laborers who worked in the duck house with the victimized girl were also there.Some of these children, no older than 16 years old, looked angry, and some sobbed softly.Like the grown-ups, the children's faces were very dark.

Fu Youguang, who walked over quickly, felt his heart tighten for some reason. The scene was too quiet, and the women and children even suppressed their crying.

Puzzled, Fu Youguang couldn't help but trot, and walked directly through the crowd without responding to the workers' bows to him.

The head of the group squatted on the window sill of his house with his knees hugged. Her wife sat by the door, her face was pale, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

Fu Youguang's heart constricted even more, and he didn't notice that his voice was changing: "Why are you staying here? Where's the child?"

The group leader remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything; his wife's red and swollen eyes seemed to be out of focus, and when she heard the earl's question, she just replied in a wooden voice: "...she said...she didn't want to marry that person... "

In the eyes of everyone, the gentle and gentle Earl suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand and pushed away the woman blocking the door, bumped his shoulder against the door, and rushed in like a madman.

"grown ups!"

Selina turned pale with fright, and hurriedly chased after Daniel.

There is no furniture in this humble house, and the light is not very good.A liquid lamp is placed on the round table, which is also a prize given to outstanding employees by the agricultural company.

The wooden planks are built on the mud platform, which is regarded as a family's bed.The girl in the oversized blue overalls lay quietly on the bed, her face was covered with bruises, her eyes were half-opened, her mouth and nose were bleeding, but her lips were stubbornly pressed together.

Her torn clothes were carefully tidied up, but the blood stains on the trousers were too shocking.The fatal wound was on the chest, and the bamboo knife was inserted deep into the handle; there were many small wounds on the hands of the girl who worked all the year round, and the calluses were almost as thick as those of adults; such a pair of working hands held a small knife , ruined his life in what should be the best years.

Standing in front of the bed, Fu Youguang stared blankly at this young life that had already disappeared.He had a clear memory of this girl. When he first came to the farm, he saw her wearing a linen skirt and squatting at the door of his house picking beans.She and her companions went to the avenue to pick up cow and horse manure, dug earthworms by the water, carried rotten leaves in the forest, cleaned up her alcoholic father with her mother, and worked as a temporary worker in a bean product company... with a fresh smile She is very hardworking, she is doing all kinds of work every time I see her, it seems that she will never stop.

Such a hard-working girl met such a fate.

Fu Youguang couldn't imagine how such a young child felt when he inserted a knife into his stomach, let alone how helpless she felt when she was so desperate that she had to choose to end her life by herself.

The nerves in his head twitched and tingled, frustration and anger burned his chest, but the blood in his whole body was as cold as if it had been frozen.

Selina, who walked in, saw the girl who had committed suicide on the bed, and she shed tears before she could speak.

God...

The female elf covered her mouth and swallowed back the grief that was about to burst out of her throat.

Fu Youguang stretched out his hand to close the girl's eyes, bent down and hugged the child who was still warm, and whispered in her ear: "I remember your name, Annie. May...you have a good dream, my... ...children." Before he could finish speaking, his voice choked up.

Fu Youguang, who was furious to the extreme, was unexpectedly calm at this moment.Nobody can comment on the kid's choices.Even in the era he lived in, women who were violated often did not get the pity they deserved, and instead encountered cold violence.Severe punishments and laws can't stop animals from committing crimes, let alone this world where women's rights are not protected?

He used to be angry when he saw similar news, but it was more powerless; but now, at least he can let the girl leave with peace of mind.

Gently picked up the sleeping child and rested her head in his arms.Fu Youguang strode out with a cold face.

"My lord..." The flustered Selina hurriedly wiped her face, and followed quickly.Her mind was in a mess, and her chest was filled with strong self-blame; if she had rushed over when she heard about this, would she have been able to save the child?Selina, who was thinking wildly, staggered, murmured the name of the forest goddess, and her eyes began to turn red again.

Fu Youguang walked out and faced the crowd gathered outside.Telling themselves that they are not wrong to be bound by the old customs, what is wrong is the world that promotes this bastard custom; Fu Youguang suppressed his anger, glanced around the crowd, and said firmly and word for word: " People who can bear heavy labor and work hard, no matter where they come from or what status they are, are my people."

The crowd looked at the Earl silently, and the young children also felt the solemnity and stopped crying.

Daniel, who was like an invisible man, suddenly turned his eyes slightly; the keen high-level walker seemed to sense something.

"Everyone of my people, the personal rights are protected by me. His personal freedom is inviolable, his personal dignity is inviolable, his private property is inviolable; his work will be rewarded, and his dedication will be appreciated , he is in danger, and he will be delivered."

Selina's eyes widened, and she forgot to wipe away the tears that fell.

"Anyone who violates the personal rights of my people shall be my enemy and the Hydesai."

After saying the last sentence, Fu Youguang's quiet eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Mr. Davis, who had set up and guided the magic circle in the water conservancy project for several days, was so tired that he fell asleep lying on the chocobo's back when the work was over.It was already dark when he woke up, and he hurried back to the farm with downcast eyes, wondering if the woman Xie Mier would leave him a dinner.

Surprisingly, it was found that the square was brightly lit and many people gathered.Davis bypassed the encirclement and walked in from the side of the stone house against the wall. When he reached the center, he found that there seemed to be a trial being held.

In the open space among the crowd, a man with his blue overalls stripped off knelt and tied up.The Earl standing in front of the man was chanting his words of protection aloud.

"... whoever violates the personal rights of my people shall be my enemy, and shall be the enemy of Hydesai."

Although the Earl who said this had a look of alienation and indifference on his face, Mr. Mage easily recognized that this was the bastard from another world, not his contract partner, Earl Frandy; because in his eyes, the Earl , Now almost the whole body is surrounded by the power of faith.

The kneeling man burst into tears, and loudly defended in fear: "It's not my fault! I didn't let her die, I wanted to marry her..."

Fu Youguang's heart was unexpectedly calm. If judged according to the laws of his world, this man might not be guilty of death.But the situation is different now. This is not just an incident of rape of a young girl, but also an incident in which old customs challenge the internal rules of the castle system.He can't control the outside world, but within his sphere of influence and his actual control area, any old customs must not be above the rules of this system.

Ignoring the man begging for mercy loudly, Fu Youguang's calm gaze slowly swept across the crowd with different expressions.Among them are the sympathizers of the girl Anne, and there must be sympathizers of this man; but no matter who they sympathize with, this kind of inertial thinking that tries to press other rules on the internal rules of the castle must be combated.This kind of fighting may not be as tragic as class struggle, but its difficulty is comparable.

This is a struggle of ideas, the decadent and outdated ideas that oppress people with power, power, habitual thinking, and old customs, and the brave rebels who are not willing to be overwhelmed by these dirty things We are engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

Fu Youguang breathed out lightly, and said to himself in the most familiar mother tongue: "I don't make excuses. Apart from prohibiting the spread of this corrupt idea on the farm, the biggest reason for executing him is that I can't tolerate... a The beast that hurt the child lives on."

Inside the body of the Earl, the original version of the Earl, Sig Frandi, is very quiet.On the first day he came into contact with this man, he knew that this guy had a very strong sense of responsibility for young people; Seager himself knew that he had nothing good to say when he opened his mouth, so he simply kept quiet.

Behind Fu Youguang, on the table covered with red silk, little Annie, who had changed into clean clothes, lay quietly on it.Her parents stood next to little Annie, and they seemed a little at a loss in the face of such a big battle.In other words, they still find it hard to believe what is happening now... the noble, godlike Earl, is angry because of their daughter?

The kneeling man was still crying loudly with resentment. He didn't understand why he would lose his life just to play with a serf's daughter; he had already expressed his willingness to marry her without her family's dowry. Isn't that a good thing?Isn't that what everyone does?Why did he have to be treated so cruelly when it was his turn? !

Fu Youguang looked coldly at the unrepentant man, unable to suppress the disgust in his heart; waste people often feel that they are unfortunate, but at the same time they don't care to inflict misfortune on those who are weaker than themselves.

"Put away your hypocritical tears. Sinner. You have hurt my people with cruel atrocities. You are not qualified to beg for mercy. She is only 13 years old, she still has infinite beautiful youth, and she still has infinite possible future." Fu Youguang walked slowly in front of the crying man, raised his head, gritted his teeth without concealing his anger and disgust, and said, "But you ruined all of this. You killed her, you killed her." My people, one of my many children. And now you beg for mercy from me, from the one whose people you killed, from the sad father whose child you killed."

"Ahh..." Annie's parents couldn't bear it anymore, and cried bitterly on the petite corpse.Among the crowd, those who felt that the lord was fussing a little bit also showed that they couldn't bear it.

Fu Youguang has never regretted not paying close attention to discipline like he does now.He naively thought that various regulations and codes already had the function of restricting behavior, and believed that those who could withstand work pressure would cherish it even more after they got the dawn of upward development, but he ignored the inertial effect of old thinking on human beings.Bloodshot eyes slowly scanned the crowd again, and Fu Youguang raised his voice and said loudly: "I don't care what hidden rules or customary customs are circulating among you, but I ask you to remember! Every person who is recognized as a laborer All people are my people! His life is more important than any customs! If he is threatened by so-called unwritten customs, then he can ask me for help! I will never abandon my son of the people!"