I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 39 Name
  The thin black boy fell to the ground, the pain in his arm becoming obvious again, looking at the figure who had put him in such a situation.

It seems that I will still be punished.

He felt that he should be sad, but because he was a little happy before, he couldn't be sad now.

It shouldn't hurt any more than it does now.

At this time, the thin black boy finally remembered - he still had a knife in his hand.

Then naturally, he knew why he was sad.

But strangely, he doesn't want to cry at all now. His hand obviously hurts more than before, and his end will probably be worse than before.

But I just don’t want to cry.

Perhaps it was because, although the man in front of him looked scarier than the instructor, he was not an instructor.

Or maybe it's because he killed the instructor.

It might even be because when the instructor was about to cut off his hand, this man broke in and interrupted the instructor's actions.

Let him keep his hand for a little while longer, even if it's just a little while.

In short, no matter what the reason is, the thin black boy is lying on the ground now, looking at Zhang Xing's walking figure...

I don’t want to cry at all!
  He didn't even want to look away, he just stared at Zhang Xing, as if trying to spot a flower.

"In your line of work, not having enough strength is a big problem, just like the three people just now." Zhang Xing knelt down beside the thin black boy and looked at him with a smile. "I originally thought you were about the same, but looking at your current appearance, you seem to be a bit stubborn."

The thin black boy didn't understand at all, but Zhang Xing didn't care whether he understood or not. He just stretched out his hand to his trembling arm and held the knife.

"Are you finally going to punish me?" The thin black boy was prepared. This was what he had thought of when he was caught taking out his pocket, so he kept running away at that time.

He wanted to escape punishment, so he fled back to his lair.

No, not my own lair.

Just a nest.

"Will you let me do the work assigned by the instructor? Or..." He suddenly looked forward to it, "Do you really have other jobs?"

"I do have other jobs, which are much better than the jobs arranged by those bastards."

The thin black boy's eyes lit up, then looked at his arm, and then went out again.

"But it's too shameful for a disabled person to make a living like that."

"It's quite disgraceful." Zhang Xing looked at the little kid who became less angry, looked at the handle of the knife held by him and the arm penetrated by the short knife, and was a little surprised that he hadn't noticed it before: "Your The bones are quite strong, but unfortunately the whole body is a bit malnourished.”

The thin black boy didn't understand what malnutrition was, but he knew that Zhang Xing had some regrets, regrets that he couldn't understand.

"But it doesn't matter. You can always make up for it as long as you eat more."

With a pop, the short knife was pulled out amidst the doubts of the thin black boy.

He looked at the thin black boy who was shaking violently all over and wanted to roll over in pain, but gritted his teeth.

Zhang Xing chuckled: "You have to blame yourself for this. Why did you say you were so cruel?"

The dagger was thrown to the ground, Zhang Xing stretched his hand to his neck and took off the vase.

Of course, he didn't want to use this kid to try out the effects of chaos modulation - he had already done this when he was on the ship.

The final result is very regrettable, even if it is the same material and the same quantity. Choosing two different directions, the final results are not completely opposite.

Maybe it's the material itself, maybe it's the confusion in the name.

The result of the chaotic preparation of sea water is just salt, some unusual salt. This kind of salt is not poisonous, but the food it makes is so unpalatable that only Tucci can swallow it and eat it happily.

So in the last days on the ship, when Zhang Xing tried using only a single material, the quantity would not affect the effect of the two products. The finished product was the same every time.

He finally chose to store a lot of seawater for order and preparation, and stocked up on a lot of healing potions that had no effect on him, but were at least very beneficial to ordinary people. He held down the trembling thin black boy, poured the medicine on his hand, and watched the wound gradually heal.

"I don't know if it's enough, but you have been punished. I don't plan to do it again." He looked at the thin black boy who stared at him in a daze. Zhang Xing twitched the corners of his lips and said, "You can no longer do the instructor's job, whether it was the job before or the one assigned to you just now."

"Those jobs are indeed not decent enough, so just do what I have prepared for you from now on."

After patting the kid on the head, Zhang Xing stood up and walked to the big house in the yard.

Behind Zhang Xing, the thin black boy was still standing there blankly.

He looked at Zhang Xing's back, as if waking up from a dream, and looked at his arms.

This man didn't lose his arm, and I didn't lose my arm.

Then he looked at Zhang Xing's back.

But I did not get punished because of him, and...

At this time, the thin black boy suddenly wanted to cry.

He is different from me.

There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him. Zhang Xing turned around and saw the boy hammering the ground. Then he picked up the short knife, stood up staggeringly, and ran towards him.

Still too slow...

A strange thought flashed through Zhang Xing's mind. He didn't do anything, just waited there.

Waiting for someone to run towards him.

Standing in front of Zhang Xing who was waiting for him, he looked at the face that was completely different from his own and so handsome that he was suffocating now.

The thin black boy opened his mouth: "..."

"Yes, you will find another job, a decent job, for me."

Zhang Xing tried to answer him, although he hadn't asked yet.

Then Zhang Xing turned around and prepared to continue to handle his own affairs.

"No, I want...I want to please, please..." It seemed difficult, but it wasn't that difficult after I opened my mouth: "I want to ask you to give me a name."

Somewhat unexpectedly, Zhang Xing looked at the face that had become firm, the face that was full of tears but not weak at all.

"The instructors call us bastards, and we call each other bastards."

The bastard looked at Zhang Xing very seriously.

"Bastard may be a name, but I don't want you to call me that."

"Then you can call me Charles. It's a very good name, the name of a warrior."

My name is Charles, it's a warrior's name.

The tears suddenly stopped.

Because soldiers don't shed tears easily.

Seeing Charles following behind him step by step, Zhang Xing suddenly wanted to laugh.

This may not be the reason why Zhang Xing wants to be a toilet pusher, but Zhang Xing is indeed very happy about it.

He'll be happier soon -

[The fate node is triggered and the fate tributary appears. Do you want to draw node rewards? 】

(End of this chapter)