Chapter 4
The Dark King – Chapter 4
The dark night
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Jura pulled out a bunch of keys and opened the door.
Dudian looked at the slowly open room, knowing that this will be the place of his future life for some time.
"Dean, come in," said Jura, from the small closet next door. She had a pair of adult cotton shoes in her hands. By deliberately shooking them in front of Dudian, she seemed to tease him.
Dudian was startled but relieved. It is also one of the conditions for adoption. That is, must be married, although they have not masked the nominal name of the father.
He consciously take off his feet thick dirty shoes. Rough shoes to his feet carved out of a few Road, sore red marks, step on a clean cotton shoes, a comfortable feeling came.
"Come, I’ll take you to wash." Jura warmly said.
Dudian thought he could soak himself in bath. The result was to see her just soaking the towel in warm water and then wring, to help themselves wipe the face and arm. This way of bathing was exactly the same with the orphanage.
Nevertheless, the color of the water is much more pure.
Dudian did not know that in this world including the n.o.bility are using this "dry cleaning" approach to a bath. People generally believe that water will weaken the body function, reduce disease resistance, even the most clean addicted aristocracy will wash once or twice a year.
After was.h.i.+ng, Jura made Dudian familiar with the home everywhere. His clothing was replaced by new ones.
Dudian looked around the room. As he had expected, he did not see anything with scientific and technological items. There was not even a simple alarm clock in the house. Moreover, he also saw a fairy tale only seen in the old books. The story of the fairy tale seemed to originate from European medieval period, when the steam engine has not yet entered the era.
Dudian thought of all these things that he has seen in the past few months. In his heart he has been convinced that the post-disaster world civilization should have just developed into the bronze age before the steam engine was developed. They knew how to use metal only.
This discovery brought up to emergence of some ideas in his heart….
In the evening, the sky
Jura was worried that Dudian afraid of darkness so she lit the oil lamp early on. Dim light flicked on the face of Dudian, and every time Jura saw him she have a kind of amazing feeling.
"It’s going to rain, what about uncle?" Dudian said, glancing out the window.
Jura smiled, thinking that Dudian is really a good boy, said: "Uncle these days has a lot work to do, so he does not come back at night. Are you hungry?
"What is the meal?"
"Good boy. I’m going to let you taste the craft of mine. I guarantee you will love to eat." Jura confidently said.
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In the blink of an eye, a month pa.s.sed away.
Dudian has met his new father. He was called Gray. He was a tall, thin middle-aged man. He had ordinary looks but a gentle character. His profession was tailoring. The sewing machine in the home was used by him. "Black snow season" was coming up so he had brought sewing machine into the house because in factory there was no coal stove for heating.
Apparently they had discussed beforehands with Jura regarding the adoption of a child. However the first time he saw Dudian he was surprised as his looks were extraordinary. Excluding the introvertedness that Dudian had Gray approved him.
A common storm in the rainy season was coming again. Rain was pouring down. Feeling uncomfortable he felt a sudden burst to urinate. He got out of the bed, put on shoes and gentle opened the door to leave the room. He was pa.s.sing by his "parents" room when he heard voices coming out of there.
So late, they have not slept?
Suddenly Dudian heart jumped up.
The world of building materials, apparently did not consider the noise effect, at least not at Jura home, subtle sound came from the room.
"Do you really want to do this?" Dudian heard Jura’s hesitant voice coming from the room.
"I know, you quite like this child, to tell the truth I also do. I can not bear to part with him. However, this is a rare opportunity.If Avril house fancies him, we can move into the business area where we will find a better job. If you will feel lonely, we will adopt a child, anyway. It’s quite affordable.
"It’s not the money I’m worried about. If he goes to Avril house and refuses to speak, he will be bullied over there. They are two people in the world.I saw a doctor who got into a large family as servant and… and…"
There was a moment of silence in the room, and Gray’s voice continued, "Jura, you should think that he was an orphan in the slums. Even if we didn’t adopt him he will be adopted by another family as a serf. Also a servant’s life in Avril family is the point of envy to many people.. "
"but……"
"Well, this is decided. There is no point in further discussion.."
The room was silent.
The little figure in front of the room looked down. His little hands tightly clenched into a fist and then slowly loosened. Turning away as if dragging a dead body, he went back to his room. Even the previous concern about urination was forgotten.
Sitting on the bed, Dudian was listening to the rhythmic sound of rain outside the window. Suddenly he fealt his heart hurt. Although he has been taken by Jura couple as parent but this past month Jura had given him meticulous care. He was very touched from bottom of his heart. He didn’t expect his heart to be broken in a matter of seconds. As if the world was mocking him by throwing his warm feeling into disarray.
He suddenly felt very lonely.
He began to miss his harsh and gentle father and mother. He remembered how he always like to pinch his sister’s ear.
"Why?", he wanted to cry for a moment.
He clenched his fists. Slowly an idea emerged in his mind. Since…Since he was never going to see his parents and sister… then… then let this strange world…
No one knew. In this rainy night, little figure slowly made up his mind to change the gear of history.