Chapter 1388 Reminiscing About the Year, the Beginning of Change

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

Just like eating natural tree bark will definitely be healthier than industrially processed food, do you dare to say that the taste of tree bark will be better than spicy strips? I believe not many people would open their eyes and say such nonsense. In the same way, no matter how many people are touting the nutritional value of black bread, they can't change this, that is, the taste of black bread.

This kind of bread, which contains all kinds of coarse grains and even wheat husks, is not only sour in taste, but also hard. In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this thing as a weapon. Of course, it is now impossible to make black bread like it was in the Middle Ages. After all, at that time, you had no idea 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 those who have enough food and clothing and have nothing to do, and start to pursue more will be willing to try food. As for the Latvinians who could barely satisfy their food and clothing, they obviously would not torture their stomachs for the sake of their so-called health. Instead of choosing good white bread, they would choose black bread instead.

This is a geographical difference in different regions. As the old widow herself said, she hadn't made brown bread for sale for many years. However, even though the business failed, she enthusiastically promoted her other products. For an old lady who keeps a bakery handicap, a business is better than none at all. However, in the face of her enthusiasm. The customer just shook his head and said regretfully.

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

"The bread I make will not be made of mud, even if it is black bread." If the business cannot be done, the old widow will naturally not be able to maintain the kind of hospitality she used to be. She began to mutter in dissatisfaction. But this kind of murmur made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Aunt Lamaia. You like to add hazelnuts to your brown bread, which was my favorite thing to eat at the time. In fact, many times when I buy your brown bread, I just pick out the hazelnuts in it. For this, I was beaten countless times by my mother."

If what the customer said before just made the old widow a little strange, then now, her curiosity has really spread uncontrollably. You know, she hasn't made black bread for more than ten years. It can be said that even the old people in this city may not necessarily remember that she would add hazelnuts to black bread. But now this customer is so familiar with all this, which makes her wonder if there is some deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's longing to be free from her loneliness. So, knowing that it might be inappropriate for her to do so, she couldn't help but turn on the light and asked this sudden customer.

"Are you? Are you? Sir, did we know 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 the ordinary people's manner. She couldn't help swallowing the words that she had already put to her lips. In the end, she could only ask such a question hesitantly. Faced with her question, Victor said to her directly with a smile.

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

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

That was when the old lord, who wasn't too bastard, was alive.

Life in Latvinia is a little better than it is now. She had just opened her bakery at the time, a newly married woman who ran the small shop with her husband. The business is booming, and there are many customers who visit the shop every day, and the gypsy witch who lives next door to the shop is a frequent customer of the shop, and she comes to the shop to buy bread almost every day. Sometimes it was her, sometimes it was that child of hers.

She still remembers the appearance of that child. Although a little thin, but very clever. I can please myself every day, and cheat some food from myself to go back. His favorite thing seems to be his own black bread. Although he always likes to pick and choose, but every time he picks the black bread is right.

It was really difficult for the old widow to tell what kind of mood she was in right now. After careful calculation, it was all thirty years ago. For more than thirty years, everything has changed. She was growing old, and the child had become a grown-up.

The changes brought about by time are always the most embarrassing things. Even old widows are no exception. Facing Victor who was completely different from what she remembered, she could only wipe her rough palm cautiously, and then said to him hesitantly with an expression that wanted to get closer but didn't dare.

"I really can't believe it. No, Mr. Doom, you are back. After so many years, you are already an adult. I heard the story of you outside. It seems that even the lord and the prime minister praised your success. You are a big man now. I am so happy for you. I think your mother would be proud of you."

"Perhaps. She died very early, though."

Ordinary people would not know about his mother, and Victor was unwilling to tell them such things. So he just mentioned it a little bit, then changed the subject and said this to her.

"It's you, Aunt Lamaia, how have you been doing all these years?"

"Me? I'm okay, okay." Unexpectedly, Victor would turn the topic to himself, the old widow was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help showing a bitter smile. "It was okay at the beginning. Then Veneto passed away. I can only guard this bakery to live. The life is still affluent, but with the death of the old lord, the new lord promulgated a series of The 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 slightly predict the future of ordinary people. She obviously saw something at the beginning, so she reminded the old widow like this. It's a pity that they didn't take this to heart at the beginning, and this led to her becoming what she is today.

Are you complaining? The old widow didn't mean that. She was just a little sad, a little emotional. And face her sighs and emotions. Victor just held her withered old hand, and asked her in a low voice.

"Then why didn't you think 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 here." live a happier life.”

"Leave? No, I don't think so much anymore." Shaking her head, facing Victor's question, the old widow just said calmly. "I've lived here since I was born, and it's been fifty or sixty years now. I'm used to everything here, so to be honest, it's really impossible for me to leave here. It's you, Mr. Doom. Why are you coming back? You should know the state of the country. It's really not a place for you young people to stay. Like you said, the outside world is better living environment. Here, you can only wait to die like me. So, why do you want to come back?"

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

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 Latvinian lords. Even today, today's lords have not abandoned it. Instead, a lot of money was spent to build it into a fortress that is impenetrable and at the same time extremely luxurious. And such a fortress is incompatible with this desolate country and this old and dying city. At least for Victor, this thing is really too much of an eyesore. It was so intrusive that he almost wanted to tear it down.

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

"Aunt Lamaia. I come back this time with no intention of leaving. I want to bring something different to my country, my hometown. I want it to break free from this moribund state .Yes, I'm sure, I'm going to bring new life to it. That's what I'm coming back this time. I'm going to change this country."

"You want to be an enemy of the lord?" It's hard to imagine that the former Little Doom would say such words, but facing the little Doom who said such words, the old widow couldn't say anything. She doesn't know Victor because all she knows is his past, not his present. But she knew that Victor was a smart boy, and since he said such a thing, he must be sure. Faced with such a situation, she could only hesitate, and then squeezed Victor's hand tightly.

"I don't know what you want to do, little Doom. But I know you're a smart boy. If you make up your mind, you can succeed. And that's what we're looking for. As A Latvinian, we have been waiting for this change for a long time. If someone can bring this to us, we will do everything we can to support you. So go ahead and do it. Little Doom. Do as you will. The will of the Latvinians will protect you."

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

Needless to say too much, Victor patted the old widow's hand, opened the door and walked out. This is just a short reminiscence, and for his real purpose, this is just his beginning.

Latvinia, it's time for a new life.