Heroes of Silver Moon

"Brym is back, go and have a look."

"I heard that he has made great achievements in battle this time, and now he has become an officer."

"Really? There are quite a few poor people like us who joined the army, but I haven't heard of anyone who can be promoted to an officer."

Amidst the discussions, Bram returned to the slums of the royal capital, accompanied by Mikkel. Since he chose to win over, of course he must do good things to the end.

The moment he set foot in the slums, Mikil, who was born in a noble family, couldn't help frowning.

Dirty, messy, poor, this is his first impression of the slums. It is hard to imagine that anyone would like to live in such a place.

However, the family's status is declining day by day, and his military career in the past few years has made him correct his mentality, so he didn't show it on his face.

Greeting friends and neighbors along the way, Bram and Mikkel stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house and knocked on the door. After a while, the face of his brother Eli appeared in front of him.

Looking at Bram in front of him, Eli was taken aback for a moment, then widened his eyes in surprise: "Brother, you're back!"

"Little brat, it's rare that you still expect me to die in battle." Bram smiled and patted his younger brother's head, then walked in with Mikkel.

There is very little furniture in the wooden house, and there are sundries everywhere. The only thing that can be called valuable is the dining table in the center of the wooden house. From Mikil's eyes, it can be called a barren house.

A one-legged old man was sitting at the dining table doing manual work, facing them.

"Grandpa Jack." Seeing the one-legged old man in the house, Bram's smile subsided slightly. Although he was not related by blood, this old man did play the role of an elder at home.

"Well, I'm back." Old Jack's temper was relatively cold, so he just nodded, which made the original reunion atmosphere a little awkward.

After closing the door, Eli returned to the house, looked at Mikil curiously, and asked, "Brother, who is this?"

Bram immediately reacted, scratched his hair, and introduced: "This is my superior in the army, Major Mikel, and besides... he is also a Marquis!"

Old Jack, who was doing manual work, trembled violently uncontrollably, Marquis?

Eli also opened his mouth wide, looking at Mikil in disbelief: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I'm the current head of the Sissoko family, the real Marquis of Sissoko." Mikil didn't put on airs as a marquis, and gently stroked Eli's hair.

In fact, he is not qualified to put on airs.

Since the Battle Beyond the Great Wall, the strength of the Sissoko family has plummeted, not much different from ordinary earl lords, and King Simon has been consciously restraining the development of the lord's power. The lords who were once able to cover the sky with one hand now only own territories. of nobles.

Hearing Mikil's confession, Old Jack seemed a little flustered. He supported the dining table with his hands, and stood up staggeringly: "Greetings, Lord Marquis."

No matter how weak the lord's power is, a noble is a noble, let alone a marquis, a little knight can control the life and death of poor people like them.

Having his hair touched by a nobleman like Mikil, Eli felt a little flattered, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Mikil saw his embarrassment, and smiled gently: "I am a few years older than your brother, and I have always regarded him as a younger brother in the army. It is not too much for you to call me brother."

Eli's face was a little red, he lowered his head and hesitated, and then called his brother. Anyway, no matter what the reason was, being able to get in touch with such a nobleman was something they never dreamed of.

"Ahem." Realizing that he had become a transparent person, Bram coughed a few times helplessly, turning everyone's attention back to him.

Eli snapped back to his senses, looked at Bram, and asked curiously, "Brother, why are you coming back this time?"

He was very curious about what his brother had gone through in the past few years to be able to establish a relationship with such a nobleman, but Mikil was right next to him, so he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Oh, didn't I become an officer? Come back to show off to you, and what's more..." Bram was a little smug at first, but in the end, his confidence was obviously lacking, and his face began to grow pale. hot.

"Your brother is not young anymore. Now that he has been promoted to an officer, he has a decent status and income. He came back this time to find you a sister-in-law." Mikil said with a smile.

Eli suddenly realized, but his heart jumped.

He knew who his brother liked. In fact, he also had a little bit of thoughts about that woman in his heart, but now it seems that he probably has no such chance.

"Grandpa Jack, Bessie probably hasn't married in recent years." Bram's face showed confusion.

After all, we hadn't seen each other for nearly three years, and the two parties had no relationship foundation before, it was completely unrequited love, so maybe they were married already.

Old Jack also recovered from the shock at this time, and glanced at Mikkel with a smile on his face again: "Of course not, that is the jewel of our slums, how could he marry easily."

As the people at the bottom, it is inevitable that they will yearn for a decent life, and everyone actually agrees in their hearts.

Unless Bessie married into a respectable class, or someone could get out of the poor class, no one would propose to the prettiest girl in the ghetto.

Because this is their inferiority complex, hope, and at the same time their final dignity.

"That's good!" Bram breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to take that step. He just paced back and forth anxiously, and finally, with the encouragement of Mikkel and others, he knocked on Bessie. door.

In the dilapidated slums, countless eyes watched this scene, and many young men who were deeply in love with Bessie clenched their fists tightly, but then loosened them again.

In this suffocating world, the poor cannot give happiness to their loved ones, and how difficult it is to get out of this class and live a decent life...

But this time Bram's success~www.wuxiaspot.com~ made many people who had long been numb, rekindled hope in their hearts.

The door opened, and Bessie, who already had expectations in her heart, had obviously washed and dressed, and her whole body glowed.

From the eyes of a nobleman like Mikil, although she can't be called a beauty, she is still attractive enough.

"What's the matter?" Bessie smiled and looked at Bram.

Bram blushed, and summoned up his courage to say: "I am an officer of the new army now. I have a monthly salary of five silver coins and a deposit of more than one hundred silver coins. Even if I die in battle, I can still get A pension of twelve silver pieces, I... can I marry you?"

Mikil and the others twitched their mouths and almost couldn't help laughing out loud. The people watching this scene in and out of the street were holding back their laughter.

Bessie almost couldn't stop laughing, she took a deep breath and looked at Bram with relief: "Okay!"

Bram froze in place. He didn't expect the process to be so easy. The dilapidated street was silent for a while, and then burst into applause.

After so many years, the bright pearl in the slums finally got married. If it takes a few more years, the most beautiful time of a woman will be wasted.

Hearing the applause and blessings from inside and outside the slums, Mikil was a little confused. Shouldn't most of them be jealous of the marriage of a woman who dreams of day and night?

Why do these low-quality poor people offer blessings instead?

But what Mikel doesn't know is that Bessie is not just a woman, she represents the yearning of the entire poor class for a better life, and it is their hope for the future.

And Bram, who married Bessie, is the one who will make his wish come true...