Chapter 637: Magnus

In the boundless universe, there is a small island floating, it is about a little bigger than the manhole cover, it looks like ordinary gravel.

But at this time, there was a figure of disproportionate figure standing above him. He had a huge head, wearing a sleeveless robe like a white tablecloth, and a blue cloak hanging softly behind him.

In his eyes, the earth was emitting a faint gleam, and just as he was looking at the vibrant planet, a small thing flew close to him.

It's like a little fairy without wings, a small iron man with a tape on his chest like an old tape recorder.

The figure in the blue cloak did not look back, but he also noticed the latecomer. He said in a clear voice: "Recorder, I am ready to tell you."

The little humanoid tape recorder fell on his shoulders and climbed up with the cloak: "Perfect timing, observer, eternal has been worrying about your workload."

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I finally understand that the process of some things being presented and resolved is more important than recording what I saw. There are many principles that drive the development of things, and a lot of knowledge needs me to digest, and at this moment , I’m ready to start recording."

The observer stated his point of view, a truth, just as he did in the past, his tone was calm, his eyes kept falling on the earth.

The little tape recorder didn't speak much. He twisted the button on his chest to turn the thing that looked like a tape.

"3, 2, 1"

This is a record of a special group of people. They have different names and live in human society, but they are rarely regarded as people.

Mutant.

When human and mutant become two words, it shows that things have become complicated.

Mutants are often described as derogatory terms, although it is human instinct to evolve to survive.

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, the ‘hybrids’ of genetic variants must always restrain themselves to maintain the goodwill of the masses.

But like a witch, no one can hide forever in his life.

Therefore, the tension between humans and mutants has been obvious for centuries, but most of the prejudice has been isolated from the surface. Living.

Within a few minutes, the explosion of flames covered several blocks, and thousands of people turned into coke in the flames, especially after learning that the so-called ‘Fire Man’ was exhibited at the New York World’s Fair

The intense fear seemed to gradually blur his vision.

People once again raised torches and weapons from the witch hunt era, shouting slogans such as "Mutant die" and "Freak out of America", and took to the streets with signs.

At the end of World War II, the mutant problem seemed to be brought to the table in an instant under the secret manipulation of some people who thirst for power.

Ukraine’s climate is very good, the land is fertile, and the rainfall is plentiful. Even the winter is not as cold as it is further north.

In southwestern Ukraine, there is a place called Vinnytsia Oblast, which is not as wealthy as other places, because there are more mountains and forests and it is not particularly suitable for farming.

But for some people who want to hide and live in peace, this place is perfect.

After spending a lot of time, strategy, and hard work, Marx and Magda led a poor life together after they were completely free from the aftermath of the concentration camp.

"Max, we have been here for a year, but still no one wants to talk to me."

At this time, Magda was cooking a pot of porridge over the fire in a simple wooden house. There were only some corn kernels and vegetable leaves in it, and the poor house was leaking air everywhere.

"They look down on me, my daughter, and our whole family." She scooped out the porridge from the pot, put it in a broken pottery bowl, and placed it on the dining table cut from a tree stump.

Marx is his original name, because he is a Jew, and now he lives in Ukraine, in an unbreakable alliance. It is better not to get involved with anyone in Germany, so he replaced the original German with a more bearish pronunciation Version.

Now he is called Magnus. He is holding his young daughter and patting her back gently at the dining table: "We just came to this society, and these people are very conservative."

Magda carried the food, sighed deeply, and put the bowl on the table: "We are almost out of food, this winter is very cold, we will not be able to survive."

"Huh" Magnus rubbed his face: "Mrs. Maria hasn't paid you for washing clothes?"

"She paid, five potatoes, five corns, but we ate them last night." Magda pointed to the porridge in the bowl that could almost be seen at the bottom: "These are the only remaining."

Magnus seemed to understand, he nodded, picked up a bowl to feed his daughter: "I know, I will go to the mountain to chop more firewood after dinner, and see if I can exchange it with someone else. Food is very cold in winter, and every house needs heating."

Magnus doesn't have many skills in life. He has grown up in various concentration camps since he was a child. His best job is to clean up the corpses and send them to the crematorium.

This is not a joke, this is really his work in the concentration camp. The Germans still moved the corpses from the gas chamber by themselves at first, but later found that there were too many corpses, which was undoubtedly a kind of coolie.

The crematorium is the fastest building to expand in concentration, and it will never be enough.

So **** started to use teenagers to carry corpses, which was more labor-saving and more affordable.

But now it seems that there is an added benefit. Magnus is very powerful. He can do many things that ordinary people can't do without using his own abilities.

Although he doesn't know any other crafts at this time, he is willing to go through fire and water for his family.

"Sir, the money is only half of what you promised?"

When Magnus braved the heavy snow and moved the hard-cut firewood into the courtyard of the rich family in the village, he did not get the reward he deserved.

The person who was chewing tobacco glanced at him, and sipped black and yellow spit on the snow on the side.

"Bah! Enough for you!"

"But I still have a wife and children at home" Magnus walked around in front of him and negotiated seriously.

"What does it matter to me whether you die? I know that you are Germans and Italians, our enemies, you better not let me report to the mayor."

Magnus spread out his hands and stopped the person who wanted to close the door: "But I am not a nazi, I am a Jew, I am also a victim, an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people who can't even grow corn? Are you a deserter? How, am I right? Damn Germans, you only deserve cow dung!"

The difference in understanding between the two determines their different viewpoints. Farmers in remote villages can't figure out the difference between **** and Jews.

Comrade Iron and Steel said that the Germans and Italians are enemies, then they are, and now that the war is over, they are losers. Do losers want any fairness?

Although the price itself is already very low, wouldn't it be better if you could only pay half of it? There are so many firewoods~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's not bad to swap hands with others for other things.

Magnus has suffered a lot. If he is alone, he can leave here and live in another place.

But now he has a family and needs to avoid the mysterious organization that hunts him down. He is now just fighting for what he deserves. He has paid for the work and must be paid as promised in advance.

"Please, don't go, my family really needs these rewards, please."

"Pooh!"

There is only labor and no remuneration. How is that different from concentration camps?

Looking at the peasant household who was triumphantly planning to close the door, Magnus' patience had reached its limit. He had to get a sufficient amount of compensation and rush to the town to buy food back in heavy snow before dark.

The axe on the ground on the side instantly rose into the air, as if being held by an invisible hand on the farmer's neck. The cold axe blade made all the cold sweat that had just flowed from the farmer's neck freeze.

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